Chapter 41 Temporary Mark (Part Two) "Yan Quan, it was he who marked you..."
“No matter who he is…” Yan Quan choked on his breath, “Yan Ceyan, it has nothing to do with you.”
Although her body was still limp and unable to break free from Yan Ceyan's restraints, Yan Quan's consciousness had completely returned to normal.
Therefore, the clingy girl who had been demanding hugs and kisses because of her heat had vanished without a trace. In her place was the ever-aloof and aloof Yan Quan.
Yan Quan's voice gradually turned cold: "Most of your surveillance agents in Federation A are from the military and the Yan family, right?"
Yan Quan choked on his breath from the sudden, violent airflow, and every word he uttered struck at the Alpha's Achilles' heel: "He has a level of confidentiality that neither the military nor the Yan family can access..."
“Yan Ceyan, you can’t find him.”
"You're so protective of him... Yan Quan, in your heart, is he really that good?" Yan Ceyan was clearly furious, but when his gaze fell on the shocking scar on the back of Yan Quan's neck, which was chapped from surgery, he couldn't help but react.
Yan Ceyan's heart clenched, aching with unbearable bitterness. On one hand, there was "jealousy" and "anger".
But on the other hand... there's also heartache. The heartache of having one's own treasure treated with contempt and played with by others.
"Yan Quan, do you love him that much?"
"..." Her hair hung messily over her shoulders. Yan Quan had her back to Yan Ceyan, her lower lip pressed tightly together, and she did not reply.
In Yan Ceyan's view, this silence was tantamount to acquiescence.
In that instant, Yan Ceyan's jealous rage completely took over: Love...? Yan Quan, aren't you a cold-blooded animal? You can actually love someone? Love them to the point of giving up your lifelong mark?
What am I then? What am I when I'm being played like a fool, my dignity crushed to the ground?
Yan Ceyan leaned down, still pressing tightly against Yan Quan from behind, his gaze fixed on the back of Yan Quan's neck—where a deep red bite mark was now branded.
It was a temporary mark left by Yan Ceyan.
It deliberately bites into the original knotted scar, and the slowly extending shape resembles a blooming datura flower.
"Yan Quan, but you still came back."
Yan Ceyan pressed down on the back of Yan Quan's head and gritted his teeth as he thrust into Yan Quan's gland cavity again.
"If he's really that good, why don't you stay in Federation A with him, Yan Quan?"
"Why do you want to remove the lifelong mark? Yan Quan, if you love him so much, why don't you spend your whole life with him?"
Yan Ceyan's canine teeth sank deeper again, trying his best to imprint his temporary mark even more deeply.
It seems that by doing this, he can erase the "existence" of "that person," cover it with a new mark, and completely "possess" Yan Quan.
"Ugh..." The heavy pheromones were injected into the gland cavity again, and Yan Quan let out a broken groan in pain, "...Yan Ceyan...let go."
"...Let go?" Yan Ceyan was so angry that he sneered several times, and his strong pheromones exploded in the room once again.
"Yan Quan, are you trying to kick me aside again?"
The overwhelming scent of pheromones, domineering and scorching, descended like a net, mingling with a raging inferno... burning away all reason and pushing it to the brink of collapse.
"Yan Quan. He can mark you for life..."
"I just can't do it?"
Yan Ceyan released his canine teeth from Yan Quan's nape, ignoring Yan Quan's resistance, and grabbed Yan Quan's shoulders with his arms, lifting Yan Quan up in his arms.
The sound of footsteps clattering past quickly led them to the damp, steamy bathroom.
"Hmm..." It's that familiar position again.
Yan Quan was held from behind by Yan Ceyan, pressed against the huge mirror. Through the reflective glass, Yan Quan could see his disheveled appearance clearly—
Her shirt had long been haphazardly unbuttoned, the wrinkles bunching up haphazardly at her waist. Her fair skin was covered with mottled, ambiguous red bite marks.
"Yan Quan, you keep a close eye on things."
"Watch how I mark you for life."
"Let's see if his mark makes you feel better, or mine."
Yan Ceyan's burning hot body quickly pressed down on Yan Quan's back, his huge hands covered in calluses, forcefully lifting Yan Quan's jaw to the side.
Yan Quan's bones were very soft, and his head was folded at this exaggerated angle. Through the mirror, he could clearly see the back of his neck—deeply imprinted with Yan Ceyan's temporary mark. The red datura flower shape trembled and opened with each breath.
This also makes people want to further plunder and invade...
Sure enough, the next second—Yan Ceyan grabbed Yan Quan's neck from behind with one hand, and lowered his head again to press his canine teeth against the glands on the back of Yan Quan's neck.
"Yan...Ce...Yan!" Yan Quan's throat was hoarse as he tried to call out.
Only now did I realize with shock that Yan Ceyan's eyes were now bloodshot, his bare upper body muscles were bulging with veins, and his body temperature, far above the physiological threshold, was evaporating sweat and creating a hot mist—he looked completely out of control.
It's Alpha mania...
Yan Ceyan is currently in a state of Alpha mania.
Completely devoid of reason, they followed only the most primal, bestial instincts—hunting, claiming territory, and mating for release. Even if... the consequence of this release was the brutal torture and death of their mate, or being burned alive.
"Fuck... After all these years, how come your illness hasn't been controlled at all? In fact, it's gotten worse..." Yan Quan bit her lip bitterly, forcing herself to calm down:
It is a temporary marker.
Yan Ceyan had just temporarily marked him... and the mark was so deep that his pheromones inevitably affected Yan Ceyan—plus the anger...
That's why Yan Ceyan fell into such an acute manic state.
After all, she and Yan Ceyan were a rare match, with a 99.9% compatibility...
*Recalling the dividing line, the beginning*
"This is a 99.9% pheromone match..."
In the hospital ward, Yan Zhengdong slowly handed a medical monitoring report to Yan Quan, the faint light reflecting off his glasses:
"I never imagined that your incomplete omega glands could be such a good match for the Yan family's son."
"Ha... I knew it. No wonder..." Yan Zhengdong laughed out loud, adjusting his glasses and tilting his head back, his deep wrinkles around his eyes bulging outwards.
"You didn't see that kid, staying up day and night, never leaving your bedside... afraid that something might happen to you."
Yan Quan's fox-like eyes were almost entirely inherited from the smug man now smiling, the upturned corners of his eyes hinting at a sinister scheme.
"Hahaha, the Yan family really does produce a lot of romantics... He's just like his father."
Having just escaped a near-death experience from a serious illness, Yan Quan's face was still extremely pale and weak. He bit his lower lip and glared fiercely at Yan Zhengdong.
"what you up to?"
“It’s very simple.” Yan Zhengdong smiled, his thin lips moving as he spoke, but his words struck Yan Quan’s mind like a thunderbolt.
“My good son, aren’t you already doing this?”
"What..." Yan Quan gripped the hospital bed sheet almost instantly.
"Ha, that's an S-class Alpha... In World War II, one of them was worth ten elite regiments. Do you think such an innate, overwhelming physiological advantage comes without any price?"
"He's short-tempered and easily angered, has so much energy that he needs to vent it through all sorts of extreme sports, and almost every school he's attended since childhood has been an all-boys school for alphas... Guess where that kid goes on days when he doesn't come to class?"
Yan Zhengdong narrowed his eyes even more, "It's a hospital."
“Hahaha… bipolar disorder, that’s the fairest thing about natural evolution.” Yan Zhengdong slowly turned his gaze to Yan Quan. “He himself is his own worst enemy.”
"A normal Alpha experiences emotional impulsiveness and unstable pheromone levels during his sensitive period... When he goes into a manic state during his sensitive period, he's no different from a wild beast. Excessive pheromone fluctuations can, in severe cases, cause him to burst or burn to death."
"But it's only because the Yan family has connections. Do you know why he's still alive and well?"
Yan Zhengdong had to have planted countless spies within the Yan family to gather so much confidential information. Or perhaps, Yan Zhengdong had been painstakingly waiting for this day for far too long…
“The Yan family has been giving that boy gland-suppressing drugs since he was a child, creating his disability of ‘pheromone recognition disorder’ so that he can’t smell other people’s pheromones and effectively avoid the induction of omega pheromones during his susceptible period.”
"Hahaha, man proposes, God disposes! Yan Quan, my good son, your pheromone compatibility with him is a whopping 99.9%!"
"Do you know what level of compatibility this is? You don't even need to smell or touch him... your pheromones can seep into his body through his skin."
"He gets aroused just by looking at you..."
"Perhaps the Yan family's drugs can suppress it now, but what about later? Yan Quan, as long as you stay by Yan Ceyan's side, your omega hormones will continue to induce him..."
"Sooner or later, the concentrated outbreak of mania will turn Yan Ceyan into a completely irrational beast. Haha, or rather, he'll be burned to death by the frenzied Alph hormones..."
"..." After hearing Yan Zhengdong's words, Yan Quan remained stunned and silent for a long time.
In fact, throughout the entire relationship, Yan Quan didn't feel that she liked Yan Ceyan that much.
For Yan Quan, Yan Ceyan was merely a "slightly special" figure compared to her ex-boyfriends. She was simply "a little more interested" in him.
The chill that poured over her from head to toe reminded Yan Quan of how terrified she had been, and she felt a lingering fear for the truth that she had been "hurting Yan Ceyan all along"...
"Yan Zhengdong, you're dreaming."
The veins on the back of Yan Quan's hand, which was covered with IV tubes, bulged, and a surge of piercing anger rose from the bottom of his heart: "What do you think you can control me to do?"
"Ha, I'm already tired of Yan Ceyan. I'm breaking up with him tomorrow. I'll never see him again."
"It doesn't matter if you throw me back into the White Sand Street slums again; the sight of your blood makes me sick..."
After angrily finishing his long speech, Yan Quan pressed his hand to his chest, panting uncontrollably from exhaustion.
Not only was she lacking oxygen, but Yan Quan also felt her heart being squeezed tighter and tighter, and... belatedly felt a pang of sorrow.
Yan Quan felt that she was probably... a little bit concerned about Yan Ceyan.
Otherwise, how could Yan Quan have felt any regret after knowing that "getting closer to Yan Ceyan is tantamount to killing Yan Ceyan" and "not being able to stay with Yan Ceyan any longer"...
"Hahaha, you two are quite deeply in love..." A subtle hint of jealousy and hatred flashed in Yan Zhengdong's smiling eyes.
But this strange feeling was quickly masked by Yan Zhengdong's mocking laugh: "You can give up all of this. But what about the others?"
"Your mother, that woman, she went so far as to fake your identity as an Alpha just to get into my bed and the Yan family. If..." Yan Zhengdong's gaze sent chills down one's spine:
"If we send her back to Baisha Street, she'll probably go crazy."
“Oh, maybe we don’t even need Baisha Street… Anyway, her life is in my hands. Yan Quan, how naive you are, you actually think you have the right to resist.”
A bone-chilling cold swept over Yan Quan's entire body, seeping into every limb and bone... In that instant, Yan Quan felt an intense loathing for his own weakness and powerlessness—
Why am I alive? Why didn't I die from a severe alcohol allergy?
If I were to die, would I not become a part of Yan Zhengdong's conspiracy, nor be forced to become the steel knife of hatred aimed at Yan Ceyan and the Yan family?
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