Worthless - Chapter 55

Jian Yu’s shoulder was tense and trembling all at once as he attempted to escape Zeke. He couldn’t take it. The smell emitted from the jade-eyed Roderick was compelling and mind-blowing to the point it was forceful and unbearable for him.

It was sweet and chocolatey with a hint of cinnamon at first, but now he felt like he had been involuntarily shoved head first into a bag full of it.

It stuck and clogged up his respiratory system. His mouth watered slightly and swallowing became travailing but he had to force himself to do it if he didn’t want to choke on his own saliva.

“Wait, wait–! Sir! Hold up, wait–!”

Jian Yu struggled and continued to tug his wrist weakly from Zeke’s tight grip. He shifted and squirmed, stammering out feeble protests in between and trying to create a distance between them.

However, he got a growl in return accompanied by Zeke’s alpha pheromones that suddenly spread like wildfire. It had an instant effect on him, rendering him unable to move a single muscle on his body.

The silver-head Beta gasped when a hand had snaked around his waist to hold him in place, eliciting a full-blown blush on his face. His pulse thrummed in his veins when he felt warm lips enclosing the skin just right below his ear.

His skin burned when ghostly warm breaths puffed over his nȧkėd collarbone. His soul nearly left his body when sharp teeth graced his scent gland, scraping and nipping. Jian Yu’s breath was getting ragged as his neck was ȧssaulted, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate it.

He actually liked it.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but he did.

He allowed it– He permitted it because he knew who did it.

Jian Yu almost squealed in surprise when the sharp canines dug roughly, but never breaking the skin, however nothing could beat the high strung yelp that was almost squeezed out of him when he heard a female voice appearing.

Instead, he choked out a gasp and pushed against Zeke’s muscular ċhėst out of reflex, as if being caught red-handed with a hand in a cookie jar but Zeke, like the possessive bastard he was, wasn’t letting him go. His grip on his wrist only tightened even more.

“What do you think you are doing, Roderick?” A cold voice snarled.

The atmosphere shifted and Jian Yu felt like his world was tipped. Two strong Alpha pheromones were vigorously brawling in the air, fighting for dominance and no one was going to back down.

While one was exerting dominance to stop the action from going any further, the other was furious at being interrupted.

Being caught in the middle of the brawl wasn’t something Jian Yu expected, not even once in his whole life. A wave of dizziness washed over him, the air seemed so much harder to breathe than before.

His insides clenched in pain and he was starting to feel lightheaded. His vision grew bleary with unshed tears and his mind buzzed with the lack of decent oxygen.

He was starting to feel nauseous, the warning in his head was going off in an alarming state, forcing him to push Zeke harder than before.

“Roderick.” Clement stood at the entrance of the changing room, her shoulder tense as she growled. “I am warning you. Get away from him, Roderick.”

Zeke’s ċhėst burned hotly where Jian Yu’s bȧrė hand had touched. The contact of the silverette Beta’s warm hands against his ċhėst and sudden growling from another Alpha was something enough to snap him out of his moment of insanity.

He suċkėd in all of the Alpha pheromones he had accidentally let loose in the first place.

The black-haired Roderick immediately unlatched his lips from Jian Yu’s scent gland and released his grip on the obsidian-eyed Beta, who had fallen onto the ground as he was pushing against Zeke before. It was then Jian Yu truly felt his world tipped over when he fell on his buŧŧ onto the hard tiled ground.

It was exactly a good feeling when he had bile already rising up to his throat.

The fallen Beta had a hand pressed protectively over his mouth; the reddish hue on his complexion had completely disappeared. Instead he had gone so pale and his pupils were dilated. His hair was tousled and the collar to his shirt was tug wide open and down his shoulder.

‘Shit,’ Zeke breathed shallowly as he stared at the mess of the Beta, feeling his brain slowly kick back into gear. ‘Shit! Don’t tell me– Did I do that? Oh my god, what was I thinking–‘

He felt even worse when he spotted littering marks on Jian Yu’s neck, small and red against his pale skin as he recalled nibbling on it when he was overcome by his frenzied and rampaging hormonal mind.

‘I just bit him. Oh my fuċkɨnġ god, I bit him! I just sėxuȧŀly harassed him. He is going to hate me! Look at him! Look how disgusted he looks that he is going to puke! And it’s all my own fault! That’s it, I have no more reason to live on! Just let me die! I will even dig my own grave!’ Zeke sobbed internally.

He was cut off from his inner monologue of depression when the Beta scrambled up as if woken up from his stupor. His hand was still pressed over his mouth as he rushed out of the changing room and out of the training hall.

Zeke thought he was going to die. ‘He was really disgusted.’

“You.”

The black-haired Alpha jumped, startled.

“What is wrong with people these days?” Clement bit out. “Has it become a trend to harass someone else’s butler or is it just because he is a Beta that you think you can get away doing something like this?”

“I–”

“And you, of all people,” Clement seethed. “I never expect it from you, though.”

Her fists were clenched by her sides, trembling with anger and Zeke felt dread pooled in his gut.