The Rebel's Omega
Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Hua Ren’s chest heaved as panic surged through him. He tried to move but his limbs were too weak to push the Emperor away.

The Emperor’s smirk widened as he loomed over Hua Ren, his hands grabbing at the fabric of Hua Ren’s robes, swiftly tearing the cloth apart. The sound of ripping fabric and Hua Ren’s fearful whimpers filled the now quiet room. The pieces fell away, discarded and scattered across the wooden floor like fallen leaves.

Hua Ren shivered as the cool air touched his exposed skin. He mustered what little strength he had left, his hands pressing against the Emperor’s chest in a feeble attempt to push him away but to the Emperor, the touch was like that of a shy lover and he chuckled, amused by the futile struggle, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

When Hua Ren rejected him, he felt extremely bitter and played with. Ever since he saw Hua Ren’s face and learned that he was on omega, he had always fantasized about how Hua Ren would look when subjected to pleasure under him. He wondered what it would take for the usually stoic general to crumble and how he would relish the moment if he did so now that Hua Ren was beneath him, struggling weakly, he was very satisfied.

“Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice soft as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Hua Ren’s neck, leaving a trail of warm, possessive kisses. “Relax and enjoy this. The sooner you accept that you’ll be mine, the better you’ll feel.”

Hua Ren’s chest heaved, his breaths quick and shallow as panic clawed at him. Everywhere the Emperor touched made him feel so nauseated that he wanted to just claw at his skin and peel it away. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill, but he bit down hard on his lower lip, refusing to let them fall. He wouldn’t give the Emperor the satisfaction of seeing him cry, even as fear and despair churned in his heart.

The Emperor’s kisses became more insistent, his hands roaming all over Hua Ren’s trembling body. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice thick with a twisted kind of admiration. He touched the two pale pink nipples on Hua Ren’s chest, tweaking and tugging at them with his fingers. “Vulnerable. Perfect. All mine.”

Hua Ren twisted beneath him, his fingers finally touching the whistle he had hidden within his clothes. He tried to get it to his lips but the Emperor saw it and quickly grabbed his hand, snatching the whistle from him.

"N-No..." Hua Ren groaned, trying to reach for it but the Emperor crushed the whistle in his hand.

"I take it the whistle belonged to the man that protected you that night, right, Hua Ren?" He asked, throwing the broken pieces of the whistle away. He leaned down, licking Hua Ren’s hard nipple.

"Is he your lover?" He murmured, sucking the hard little nub. "Hmm? Or is he your mate?"

Hua Ren groaned, trying to push the Emperor’s head away but it was no use. Whatever the Emperor drugged him with was too strong. Coupled with his heat, it made him absolutely powerless.

The Emperor only laughed, his lips curling into a smug grin as he tightened his hold on Hua Ren. “Oh, Hua Ren,” he purred, his tone mocking. “Fighting me will only make this harder for you. Just give in. Let me take care of you.”

The Emperor’s fingers curled around Hua Ren’s slender wrists, effortlessly pinning them above his head. His dark eyes glimmered with a maddening hunger as he towered over Hua Ren, who lay motionless beneath him. The tension in the room was suffocating, and Hua Ren’s quiet, ragged breaths and whimpers only fed the Emperor’s growing fervor.

“You’re exquisite,” the Emperor chuckled, his voice low and possessive. Slowly, he tugged at the fabric of Hua Ren’s pants, the material giving way with a sharp tear. The sounds echoed in the stillness, leaving Hua Ren’s pale skin completely exposed to the dim candlelight and the cold air.

The Emperor inhaled deeply, his senses flooded with the intoxicating scent of white jasmine. It was a clean and delicate aroma, like the petals of freshly bloomed flowers after a light rain, yet tinged with something earthy and grounding. Hua Ren had had always smelled this way but now, it was mixed with a subtle hint of musk, which made him all the more alluring. He was aware that Hua Ren could not release pheromones but he felt that his normal scent worked well enough.

His lips curled into a predatory grin, his dark eyes glinting in the dom lighted room. "Do you even realize how maddening you are, Hua Ren?" he said, his voice rough with desire.

He lowered himself, pressing his mouth to the curve of Hua Ren’s shoulder, trailing kisses over his smooth skin. His hands roamed, exploring the delicate lines and curves of Hua Ren’s body.

"You feel so perfect," he muttered against Hua Ren’s skin, his voice trembling with primal need. Despite the strength Hua Ren had always displayed as a general, he marveled at how fragile Hua Ren seemed now, as if he were something precious and delicate that only he could protect.

Settling himself between Hua Ren’s legs, the Emperor shifted, pulling Hua Ren into his arms. His long fingers threaded through Hua Ren’s snow-white hair, brushing it aside to expose the slender column of his neck. His breath hitched as his eyes zeroed in on the bare skin of Hua Ren’s scent glands.

His canines began to elongate, aching with an instinctive urge to claim. The primal part of him surged to the surface, filling his mind with a singular thought: To own the omega in his arms.

The Emperor’s arms coiled tighter around Hua Ren’s trembling form. His elongated canines gleamed as he lowered his head, the sharp edges grazing the delicate skin of Hua Ren’s exposed neck, right where the scent glands lay.

The sensation sent a shiver racing through Hua Ren’s spine, his body tensing instinctively in fear. His heartbeat thundered in his chest as his instincts screamed at him to get away.

He jolted violently, his body bucking against the Emperor’s hold. “Let me go!” he gasped, struggling with all the strength he could muster, but the Emperor only tightened his grip.