Unsaid Love Story

Chapter 26

A soft, lithe body is pushed against the wall, the head and face pressed against the warm surface, offering no warmth but a cold fear sweeping through the bones. Zhan's heart beats faster, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggles against his captor's hold. Every muscle in his body tenses as he tries to break free, but the firm grip only tightens, sending a wave of pain shooting through him.

The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls and adding to the terror of the moment. "Beautiful omega!" a voice whispers in his ear, hands roaming his trembling body and leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake.

Zhan twists his head far enough to the side to speak, even if half his mouth is still pressed against the wall. "I'm not an omega. Leave me."

"Ha ha!" The alpha chuckles, turning Zhan to see the face of his captor, Liu Er, who wears a smug look that says he has won a trophy. "Where in the world would a beta hide a suppressant in their bag? And for what?"

Zhan's eyes widen, his mind clicking into place about where his suppressant is missing, but he has no time to dwell on that now when he is at the mercy of an alpha. He squirms and tries to break out of the hold but finds himself unable to as the strength and weight of another man hold him.

"Leave me, you bastard," he hisses, putting as much menace into his words. "You're provoking death at the hands of..."

"At the hands of... your brother? Ha ha!" Liu Er chuckles. "Remove the sting, and the bee is just a fly."

He grips Zhan's shirt tightly, pulling him closer. He has waited for this moment longer than he realizes since his eyes fell on Zhan. Day by day, this mild interest has grown into an obsession, fueling his desire to confront him alone. Now that it happens, he savors the feeling of power and control coursing through him.

He leans in close, his eyes savoring the juicy lips before his mouth takes the lead. The lead that takes him to disaster when he is headbutted in the mouth, causing his lip to split open and blood to trickle down his chin.

Liu Er stumbles back in shock, a mixture of pain and anger flashing in his eyes. "You bitch!" He lunges forward, raises his hand, and delivers a sharp slap across Zhan's face.

The sound echoes through the room as Zhan reels back, holding his bruised cheek. It stings, but he will never give up and will find a way to escape, to survive, no matter what. Suddenly, he hears a ring from a distance, which almost calls for him, for his heart, to answer.

Giving in to his instincts, he slaps the phone from Liu Er's hand and shouts, "Help me! Please help me!" The phone falls face down on the floor, sending a clear message to whoever is desperately on the other side.

Liu Er growls and twists Zhan's arm behind his back to slam him into the mirror before grabbing him by a fistful of hair and dragging his face over the hard, smooth surface. "I want you to look at yourself. See who goes to mark you, claim you, and own you!"

Zhan alternates between crying out in pain and throwing curses at Liu Er like some kind of feral bunny. At least he's not begging. Not yet. That's almost admirable.

The pheromones released by their struggle fill the small room, mixing with the scent of blood and sweat. Liu Er can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, fueling his rage and determination to break Zhan's spirit. With a final pull, he tears Zhan's shirt and pushes him to the floor, admiring his flawless body.

"I have long admired where your beauty comes from. Is it from within your eyes, your limbs, or the glow of your skin?" His eyes trail down Zhan's petite features and appealing scent, taking in every detail of him.

Zhan's breath comes in ragged gasps as he crawls back, tears streaming down his cheeks as he's stripped of his shirt, stripped of his dignity. "P-Please leave me..."