Chapter 98
Ye Jun
That’s exactly when the door banged open like it had been kicked by a pissed-off bull, and in walked Si Woo, all tall and brooding and annoying as hell with that permanent scowl on his face like the world owed him something. He didn’t even knock, didn’t say hi, just stormed straight over to the bed, grabbed me by the arm, and yanked me up so fast I nearly bit my tongue. "What the fuck, Si Woo?" I snapped, trying to shove him off but he was already dragging me toward the bathroom like I weighed nothing, his grip tight on my wrist the whole way. I stumbled after him, swearing under my breath, "Let go, you giant idiot, I just got comfortable! What is your problem today?"
He didn’t answer, just shoved me into the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast cold, and pushed me under the spray before I could even yell again. Water hit me so hard, soaking through the sweatpants and my shirt in seconds, and I sputtered and shoved at his chest. "Are you insane? It’s freezing, turn it off!" But he stepped right in with me, clothes and all, and started rubbing his hands all over me like he was trying to scrub something off my skin, shoulders, arms, back, even down my sides where the sweatpants were slipping again.
His palms were rough and fast, lathering soap he grabbed from the shelf without asking, and I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on because he wasn’t saying anything, just breathing hard and scrubbing like I was covered in dirt.
"Si Woo, stop it, what the hell are you doing?" I pushed at him again, water running into my eyes, but he kept going, hands sliding over my chest and stomach now, and I felt this weird mix of pissed and confused because usually I’d just let him do whatever but today it felt wrong, like an invasion instead of the old routine. He finally spoke, voice low and growly right next to my ear while the water pounded down. "For some reason, only the alpha bloodline traits pick it up, but I smell that ugly alpha all over you. Probably Ohm. Everywhere. Like he marked you already or some shit."
I shoved him hard enough that he actually took a half-step back, water splashing everywhere, and snapped, "Yeah? Well maybe I want him all over me, did you think about that? Get your hands off, I’m not your property to clean up." He tried to pull me back in, leaning down like he was gonna kiss me and rub his own scent all over me again, that possessive alpha move he always did, but I turned my face away fast and planted both hands on his chest. "No. I said no, Si Woo. Back off."
He froze for a second, water dripping off his hair into his eyes, and stared at me like I’d grown a second head. "Wow. So that Ohm guy has really come to stay, huh? He’s changed you this much already? You never refused before. Never told me no like that." His voice had this edge to it, half surprised and half pissed, and I could see his jaw clenching while he stood there soaking wet in the shower with me.
I wiped water out of my face and glared right back, heart hammering but feeling this weird rush of power because yeah, I was refusing and it felt good. "Yeah, I agree. He has changed me. A lot. And I’m not sorry about it. So stop trying to scrub him off like you own the rights to my skin or whatever." We stood there yelling over the spray for a minute, him trying to argue that I was his first, that no random rich alpha was gonna steal what was his, me snapping back that he didn’t get to decide anymore, voices overlapping and water going everywhere until I finally shoved past him and turned the shower off myself, dripping all over the floor.
Si Woo followed me out, still pushing, grabbing my arm again and trying to pull me toward him like he was gonna claim me right there, scent me, kiss me, the whole alpha routine he always fell back on when he got jealous. "Come on, Ye Jun, don’t be like this. You know how it is with us." I slapped his hand away hard, the sound echoing in the bathroom, and yelled, "I said no! Back the fuck off or I swear I’ll make you regret it."
He looked shocked for a second, rubbing his wrist where I’d slapped him, but then I crossed my arms and smirked even though I was still dripping wet and pissed. "You know what? If you want to do something fun instead of acting like a jealous prick, fine. Let’s do something fun. But on my terms this time." I grabbed his wrist before he could argue and dragged him back into my room, shoving him toward the bed. He was bigger than me but I was running on pure chaotic energy now, so I pushed him down onto the mattress and started grabbing whatever I could find my belt from the chair, some old ties from the closet, even a scarf and tied his wrists to the headboard while he laughed at first like it was a joke.
"What the hell are you doing, Ye Jun? This your new game?" he asked, still smirking, but I climbed on top of him and sat on his chest, pinning him there with my knees while I finished the knots tight enough that he couldn’t just yank free. "Shut up and listen," I said, voice all sarcastic and sharp because the humor was bubbling up again even though my hands were shaking a little. "You wanna know about Ohm? Fine, I’ll tell you all about how gentle and kind he was with me. Not like you, always rushing and grabbing. He took his time, Si Woo. Made sure I was okay the whole way, didn’t just take what he wanted. He even stopped when things got too much, you know? Stopped fucking me right in the middle because he could tell I needed a second, and then started again slow and careful like I actually mattered. It was good, Si Woo. Really good. Better than anything you ever did."
I was lying through my teeth because we hadn’t actually fucked yet, just kissed and touched and that whole emotional mess on the couch, but I said it anyway, watching his face the whole time, and that’s when I saw it his eyes going red, like actual glowing alpha red, the kind that only happens when they’re losing control or pissed beyond normal. I’d never seen him like that before, not even when we fought about the tattoo or when I first tried to leave him. His whole body tensed under me, wrists pulling at the ties, and he growled low, "You’re lying. You didn’t let him fuck you. Not yet. Tell me you’re lying."
But I just laughed, short and mean and full of that sarcastic edge I couldn’t hold back, leaning down closer so my wet hair dripped on his face. "Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. But yeah, we did. And it was gentle, and kind, and he didn’t treat me like some omega he could just claim whenever he felt like it. So deal with it." His eyes stayed that bright red, chest heaving under me, and I sat there on top of him waiting for whatever came next, heart racing because this was new, this was me finally pushing back for real, and the mix of anger and that sad little twist in my gut from missing Ohm made me want to both laugh and scream at the same time.