WKRA Chapter 3

An Alpha’s susceptibility period is always terrifying. It’s like they possess endless stamina and a desire that can never be satisfied—an uncontrollable urge to conquer and claim that gets amplified tenfold.

This is the result of the Alpha gene still being in a state of incomplete evolution.

Li She was a man who prided himself on his self-control. He was a disciplined Alpha who conscientiously used suppressants to alleviate the effects of his susceptibility period. But with his high pheromone levels and boundless energy, he was prone to aggression and destruction during this time.

It could be a real hassle—and worse, it could hurt his partner.

Apart from those clumsy first times when he was inexperienced, Li She had always been calm and composed when it came to his relationship with Ye Qiushi. But this time was different. Restlessness and a subtle, inexplicable anxiety seemed to crawl back into his mind, breaking through his usual patience.

He locked all the doors and windows, refusing to let anyone in. He held Ye Qiushi down on the bed, forbidding him from getting up, moving, or even struggling.

This was their marital home, the one they had decorated together.

During the renovations, though, the two hadn’t really discussed much. Ye Qiushi had casually agreed to everything, saying “whatever’s fine.” It was Li She who decided the layout, the wallpaper patterns, the materials for the curtains—everything.

He was used to making decisions, and Ye Qiushi was used to going along with them. That was how they had always interacted.

But in hindsight, it wasn’t obedience at all. It was Li She’s overconfidence. Ye Qiushi had never planned to stay by his side.

Beneath that seemingly submissive exterior, Ye Qiushi was cold and detached. The gaze he directed at Li She had never held even a hint of genuine affection.

Only in the moments when he was overwhelmed, pushed to the brink, did Ye Qiushi show some fleeting signs of vulnerability—uncontrolled indulgence, fragility, dependence, or even intimacy.

But it was all an illusion.

And yet, that illusion gripped Li She’s nerves like a vice. He couldn’t let go of it, as if he were addicted to a drug.

When he realized this, Li She laughed bitterly, his eyes tinged red.

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?” he murmured to himself as he loosened his grip on Ye Qiushi’s reddened wrists. Resisting the wild, roaring desires inside him, he slowly removed his clothes.

“If I can make you submit in bed, that’s enough.”

Born as the product of an arranged family marriage, Li She’s life didn’t include words like “compromise,” “letting go,” or “I wish you happiness.”

To him, the process didn’t matter as much as the result.

As long as Ye Qiushi was by his side, love or no love—it didn’t make a difference.

It wasn’t until Ye Qiushi saw the bloodshot redness in Li She’s eyes that he realized the man’s susceptibility period had arrived.

Even though Ye Qiushi couldn’t smell the pheromones, the overwhelming sense of oppression weighed heavily on him. He felt like prey trapped in a dark, suffocating cave, waiting for a beast to devour him.

Ye Qiushi struggled briefly, but when he failed to escape, he gave up.

Li She didn’t like disobedience, didn’t like deceit, and didn’t like people acting without his permission. Of course, he’d be angry.

Forget it.

That was how Ye Qiushi had always been—resigned, going with the flow. If he had to sleep with him, so be it. At least there’d be some pleasure in it. If he got caught, he’d help Li She blow off some steam.

As he calmly calculated his options, he couldn’t help feeling a little scared.

“Mister, do you need a suppressant?” he asked.

Before the words fully left his mouth, Li She grabbed his ankle, lifting his leg high into the air. He pressed Ye Qiushi’s foot against his shoulder, then leaned down and bit it hard.

Two distinct teeth marks immediately appeared on Ye Qiushi’s pale, smooth toes. His face flushed red all the way to his neck as he let out a startled cry, trying to pull his foot back.

Li She chuckled, finally feeling a little better.

It was a feeling both familiar and foreign. Stronger, more intense, and even harder to escape than before.

Ye Qiushi’s stomach was filled to the brim with a sticky warmth, and even his navel pooled with a translucent liquid—the result of Li She’s relentless actions.

With his fingers, Li She stirred the pearly white liquid in Ye Qiushi’s navel, pausing for a moment.

“Call my name,” he commanded.

That spot had already turned red and swollen, tingling with an unbearable itch, and Ye Qiushi felt like he was floating helplessly, unable to find relief.

In a hoarse voice, laced with sobs, he finally called out involuntarily.

“Li She… I… I… Li She, uh…”

The once-clear, innocent eyes now brimmed with a seductive haze. Tears rolled down his cheeks, only to be kissed away by the man on top of him.

His eyelids turned red from the kisses. He was about to be devoured completely.

In the endless waves of overpowering heat, Ye Qiushi trembled as he called out again.

“Li She…”

The Alpha, provoked by the sound of his name, instinctively sought out Ye Qiushi’s nape, baring his teeth.

But Betas didn’t have pheromone glands. Ye Qiushi couldn’t release pheromones to soothe Li She’s rampaging hormones, nor could he be marked by him.

The sharp pain in his nape made Ye Qiushi cry out, struggling desperately.

In the chaos, there was a loud slap. Ye Qiushi had hit Li She across the face.

Already teetering on the edge of losing control, Li She flew into a rage, slamming his fist into the wall, causing cracks to form and debris to crumble to the ground.

Lowering his head, Li She forced himself to suppress his violent urges. Then he stood up and put on a bite stopper—a black device that covered the lower half of his face, preventing his itching teeth from harming Ye Qiushi.

This heartless man could cry and feel pain, but he could not bleed.

Instead, Li She redirected his insatiable need to bite into something else entirely.

For seven days and nights without pause.

When Ye Qiushi woke, it was only to be pulled back into it. When he passed out again, it didn’t take long before he was woken up once more.

By the time Li She’s susceptibility period came to an end, Ye Qiushi had fainted from exhaustion.

“How could you lack so much restraint?” The family doctor frowned disapprovingly at the young heir of the Li Family, shaking his head. “He’s not in good health—you can’t do this to him.”

Li She lowered his head, staring at the pale figure lying on the bed. Overwhelmed with guilt and anger, he slapped himself hard across the face, startling the doctor.

“Mr. Li! There’s no need for that! But for the next three months, no intimacy. You’ll just have to control yourself.”

“Of course,” Li She mumbled, his face burning with shame. After sending the doctor away, he sat by Ye Qiushi’s bedside, dazed and at a loss for what to do.

He had hurt him. The person who already didn’t like him would want to escape even more.

He had pushed him further and further away, ruining everything.