But I’m Just a Beta 79

79

Qi Zhao knew he should have known better.

Never trust an alpha, especially a rutting alpha.

But honestly, it was also his own soft heart.

Immersed in the warm water, Qi Wei massaging him, he had agreed in a daze.

Although he had held onto the last line of defense, sitting in Qi Wei’s lap, his posture completely controlled by the alpha,

Qi Zhao tilted his head back, not looking forward, not daring to look at Qi Wei’s face, just closing his eyes and leaning against him.

Initially, they hadn’t been touching, but Qi Wei’s hand moving between his legs had already made Qi Zhao tense and freeze, his nerves on edge.

Not to mention the water sloshing around them, creating a unique rhythm.

When they finally touched, Qi Zhao felt even more overwhelmed, especially with Qi Wei biting down on his neck, the pheromones he couldn’t smell surging into him.

Qi Zhao, inexperienced, surrendered.

But Qi Wei didn’t seem close to finishing, more like he was just getting started.

He even coaxed Qi Zhao to move his hands, holding them and moving his hips rhythmically, like a fish’s tail slapping against the water’s surface.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Zhao, completely exhausted, let Qi Wei take control. He was turned over, and after a long while, the water overflowing the tub, Qi Wei finally carried him to the shower, washing him clean before wrapping him in a towel and carrying him out.

Qi Wei’s previously unfulfilled wish was finally granted—helping Qi Zhao change his clothes.

And he deliberately dressed Qi Zhao in his own pajamas, which were much too large, the buttons barely fastened, revealing most of his collarbone, making Qi Wei’s heart itch. He leaned in and kissed Qi Zhao’s neck.

Qi Zhao instinctively stiffened, then hugged Qi Wei and said, “Dry my hair.”

His hair was wet, inevitable, after spending so long in the bathroom, the water repeatedly soaking his hair.

Qi Wei, his arm around Qi Zhao’s waist, hummed in agreement, but still buried his face in Qi Zhao’s embrace, inhaling deeply before finally calming his restless pheromones.

…He seemed to be becoming more and more insatiable.

Qi Wei looked up slightly, the hoarseness in his throat undeniable, his blood roaring, craving more of Qi Zhao, wanting to establish an even more intimate connection, to completely possess him, to bind him tightly…

Qi Wei suddenly said, “Ah Zhao, let’s get married.”

Qi Zhao, who had been wondering how long it would take for Qi Wei to calm down and dry his hair, was stunned by his words. “…What did you say?”

Alphas and betas couldn’t get married… no, Qi Wei was a super S-rank; if he wanted to, they could get a marriage license, be legally recognized as a couple, just like how Qi Wei could even change his secondary gender to alpha if he wanted to.

But… this was too sudden.

As it turned out, the alpha’s mind truly wasn’t clear during his rut. After being questioned by Qi Zhao, Qi Wei just murmured, “I don’t know.”

He held his partner tightly, unsure of what he wanted to do. “Ah Zhao, I feel empty.”

Even holding Qi Zhao, kissing him freely, repeatedly marking his neck, even using Qi Zhao’s body to relieve himself somewhat… he still felt empty.

As if there was nothing beneath his skin, just emptiness.

He wanted to fill that void, but he didn’t know how, how to truly feel that he had Qi Zhao completely.

…Was it his insecurity acting up?

Qi Zhao sensed the alpha’s vulnerability amidst his confused thoughts, his heart aching as he recalled Qi Wei’s difficult past.

He had always felt that after An Xinzhi’s death, after Qi Mu married Jiang Qingyue, the Qi family was no longer his home.

And for Qi Wei, he had probably never felt like he had a home.

Having grown up under such circumstances, Qi Zhao wasn’t comfortable expressing his emotions, preferring to avoid intimate topics. And when he had to face Qi Wei, he had seriously considered it, realizing that he wouldn’t be moved unless it was a unique, exclusive devotion.

Even he was like this, so what about Qi Wei?

Qi Wei was probably even more insecure.

Especially since… he didn’t know how many years Qi Wei had secretly admired him.

Qi Zhao’s breathing deepened, his arms tightening around Qi Wei.

He leaned against Qi Wei, like two lonely souls seeking comfort in the darkness.

Qi Zhao whispered, “After your rut is over, if you still want to… you can ask me again.”

He hadn’t considered marriage before, but if Qi Wei wanted it… it didn’t seem so bad.

Qi Zhao kissed Qi Wei and murmured, “Qi Wei, I’m here.”

He looked at Qi Wei seriously, repeating patiently, “I told you, as long as you don’t push me away, I won’t leave you, no matter what happens.”

Not because of the contract he had long forgotten, not because of any benefits, not even just because he liked Qi Wei.

But because this was his only home.

Qi Wei was his home.

Qi Wei exhaled and kissed Qi Zhao deeply, and Qi Zhao opened his mouth, letting him plunder his mouth.

By the time Qi Wei finally released him, his mouth almost dry, Qi Zhao was slightly dizzy, leaning against Qi Wei’s arm, his eyes half-closed as he caught his breath. He felt Qi Wei kissing him again, then biting his neck.

He didn’t know how many times it had been today.

Qi Zhao, after recovering slightly, protested weakly, “My hair…”

It was wet and uncomfortable.

Qi Wei blinked, releasing him, and finally picked up the hairdryer. He scooped Qi Zhao up with one arm, placing him on his lap, facing him, and turned on the hairdryer.

Qi Zhao felt a little uncomfortable in this position, especially after what had just happened, but since struggling was useless, and would only make the alpha overthink things, he simply stayed still, letting Qi Wei dry his hair.

Because he was too tired, he soon fell asleep in Qi Wei’s arms, lulled by the warm air and the alpha’s increasingly skilled touch.

Qi Wei naturally sensed it.

With his partner asleep, he instinctively released soothing pheromones, wanting Qi Zhao to have sweet dreams.

Even though he knew it was useless for Qi Zhao, he still didn’t change his behavior.

Qi Zhao woke up early the next morning.

He hadn’t slept well, his dreams filled with a sense of suffocation.

And when he woke up, still slightly dazed, he instantly understood why.

Qi Wei was holding him, facing him, most of his weight on top of him, his legs tightly wrapped around Qi Zhao’s.

No wonder he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Qi Zhao paused and exhaled deeply, calling softly, “Qi Wei.”

Even during their rut, as long as they weren’t tranquilized, alphas didn’t need much sleep, so Qi Wei was wide awake, both mentally and… physically. He responded to Qi Zhao.

“…You’re heavy.”

Qi Zhao didn’t move, just sighing helplessly. “Don’t press down on me like this.”

The arm around his waist, and the hand supporting his back, shifted, and in the next second, Qi Zhao’s perspective changed, and he was now lying sideways, nestled in Qi Wei’s arms.

Although Qi Wei was still holding him tightly, it was better than before, so Qi Zhao didn’t mind.

He yawned, closing his eyes again, his voice slightly slurred. “I’m going back to sleep.”

Qi Wei replied softly, “Okay.”

So Qi Zhao drifted off to sleep again.

Qi Wei held him close, his pheromones still somewhat unrestrained.

After confirming that Qi Zhao was fast asleep, he slipped his hand under Qi Zhao’s shirt, his palm resting on his lower back.

The image of the chaotic, hazy scene in the bathroom last night resurfaced in his mind. He still remembered how Qi Zhao had surrendered, his release staining his lower back.

So beautiful.

Qi Wei lowered his head, kissing Qi Zhao’s hair softly, his nose nuzzling against it, inhaling his scent, but it wasn’t enough to appease him.

A rut was truly tormenting.

And the most tormenting part was that Qi Zhao was completely unguarded around him, trusting him implicitly, which forced him to clench his jaw and restrain himself, lest he betray that trust.

With Qi Zhao’s company, Qi Wei’s rut gradually subsided. By the third day, he could tolerate being slightly away from Qi Zhao, although only for short periods. It was still much better than being clung to while cooking.

However,

To help Qi Wei through his rut, Qi Zhao had truly experienced, multiple times, how… skilled Qi Wei was with his mouth, in more ways than one.

And ever since that bathroom incident, things had escalated quickly. Although Qi Wei had only touched him there, not penetrating him, Qi Zhao’s other… areas had been thoroughly explored.

Qi Wei wouldn’t let Qi Zhao reciprocate.

Qi Zhao’s boundaries had been pushed repeatedly these past few days, and when Qi Wei was particularly uncomfortable, clinging to him, desperately trying to draw comfort from him, sniffing him all over, Qi Zhao had even considered helping him, but Qi Wei had immediately refused.

“It’ll hurt you,” Qi Wei had kissed the corner of his mouth, “it’ll hurt there, it’ll be very uncomfortable. And it’s too big, not to mention whether it’ll fit or not, you’ll suffocate.”

Like having a lightbulb shoved down your throat.

As he spoke, he had even touched a certain spot on Qi Zhao’s neck, making Qi Zhao’s ears burn red. He had pushed Qi Wei away, and if Qi Wei hadn’t reacted quickly and caught him, he would have run away.

“I won’t say it again,” Qi Wei sighed inwardly. His mind was much clearer now, so he remembered that Qi Zhao couldn’t handle such talk.

But he hadn’t expected Qi Zhao to still be so sensitive, even after he had said similar things while helping him.

Qi Wei turned his head and kissed Qi Zhao’s earlobe, making him moan softly, and sighed again.

Ah Zhao.

His Ah Zhao.

Truly making his heart melt.