The Rebel's Omega
Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Chapter 82

Peaches.

Thick, cloying, and completely overwhelming. Rich, sweet, and suffocating in its intensity. The moment it hit his senses; his body reacted violently. His breath hitched, and without thinking, he broke the kiss, his heart pounding in a wild frenzy as he scrambled off the bed, putting as much distance between them as he could, his mind in chaos.

A sharp, visceral heat coiled in his gut, a raw, primal hunger that made his vision blur for a moment. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs, hard and insistent, like war drums signaling the beginning of a battle.

‘No no no no no’ he thought, shaking his head. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now, not like this. It was too soon. Yet, the scent of peaches—so potent, so intoxicating—curled around him like a vice, sinking its claws into his mind and body, unraveling the control he had honed for years. His muscles tensed, his hands curling into fists at his sides as a bone-deep ache spread through him.

Confused, Hua Ren sat up, stretching his arms, the soft motion a silent invitation for Sheng Fei to return. “Come back to me,” he whispered with a longing in his crystal-clear eyes, his voice thick with desire. He wanted more. So much more. Why was his Alpha staying away from him?

But Sheng Fei shook his head, stepping farther back. His voice came out rough, like a growl. “No. We shouldn’t do this. It’s dangerous.”

Hua Ren’s brow furrowed, not understanding. All he knew was that the space between them was unbearable. When Sheng Fei touched him, kissed him, the heat was manageable, but now—now, with the distance between them—the heat surged again, and he couldn’t take it. It was driving him insane, a kind of fire in his veins that threatened to consume him. The need for Sheng Fei’s touch was almost more than he could stand, and the emptiness left in his wake made his chest ache, tears threatening to spill.

"Sheng Fei," Hua Ren whispered, voice strained. "Please... come back."

The moment Hua Ren’s voice reached Sheng Fei’s ears, something deep inside him stirred—like the call of the wild, primal and urgent. His rut suddenly slammed into him like a beast freed from its chains and a shiver ran down his spine, spreading heat through his veins. The temperature in the room seemed to shift, growing warmer, his skin flushing as if the sun itself had burned through the walls.

Sheng Fei let out a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven motions as sweat gathered at his temples. Every breath he took was filled with that maddening scent—peaches, cloying and intoxicating, flooding his lungs and drowning him in need.

His hands trembled as they moved to his collar, fingers yanking at the fabric of his robes. It felt suffocating, like being trapped in layers of heat and desire with no escape. The moment his trembling fingers undid the first clasp, cool air ghosted over his fevered skin, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he shrugged off the heavy outer layer, letting it pool at his feet in a careless heap. His inner robes clung to his damp skin, sticky with sweat. He pulled at them next, taking them off and baring more of his heated flesh to the air.

Sheng Fei’s canines tingled, his fangs aching with the need to bite, to mark. His entire body screamed at him to act—to claim, to take, to ruin but his mind screamed at him to stop, to turn away, to put as much distance between himself and Hua Ren as possible.

“Why are you taking so long?” he heard Hua Ren whine sweetly. His vision tunneled, zeroing in on the trembling figure before him, the source of that unbearable, intoxicating scent. Hua Ren sat there, his delicate chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. His skin was flushed, his snowy hair a soft, disheveled mess around his face. And his lips—slightly parted, damp, waiting.

“Hurry...” Hua Ren pleaded as his pale slender hands tugged at the wet clothes on his body. He wanted them off. He wanted everything off. He felt so hot. His insides were itchy, and his mouth was dry. “Come back, Sheng Fei.”

And Sheng Fei instantly obeyed. His body moved toward Hua Ren. Toward the scent that had shattered his control. Toward the one thing in this world that could soothe this unbearable, maddening ache.

His mate.

Hua Ren’s breath hitched, his pale eyes going wide as Sheng Fei stalked toward him. His robes laid forgotten on the floor, leaving nothing to shield him from Hua Ren’s gaze—nothing to conceal the sheer power carved into every inch of his body.

And Hua Ren couldn’t deny it.

Sheng Fei was breathtaking.

Broad shoulders, taut and powerful, framed a chiseled chest that rose and fell with each ragged breath. His abs were sculpted with defined ridges, each muscle tightening as he moved, his body a masterpiece of raw strength and discipline. His sun-kissed skin, slick with sweat, gleamed under the dim light, emphasizing the deep lines of his torso, the sharp cuts of his obliques that disappeared into the waistband of his last remaining barrier.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his heart slammed against his ribs, erratic, wild. matching the hunger he saw in Sheng Fei’s darkening golden eyes. It sent a shiver down Hua Ren’s spine, his mouth suddenly dry as warmth pooled in his belly. The heat and the unadulterated scent of lust permeating from Sheng Fei had him unconsciously backing up until his back touched the headboard and then Sheng Fei was right in front of him, close enough that the heat radiating off his bare skin wrapped around him like an invisible cage. A shudder wracked his frame as he met Sheng Fei’s golden gaze, chest rising and falling in sync with the Alpha’s heavy breaths.

Those glowing golden eyes held him in place as Sheng Fei placed a hand on either side of his head and ran his nose up the side of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

Sheng Fei growled, a shudder wracking his body as he licked a long line from Hua Ren’s ear, down to his neck, and stopped right over his glands. He then forced himself to move away and pressed his forehead to Hua Ren’s, his breaths uneven, as he fought to temper the wild, animalistic hunger clawing at his chest.

He knew that if he stayed any longer—if he let this hunger win—there would be no stopping himself. The sheer force of his instincts, of the primal, all-consuming need surging through his veins, made it almost impossible to think.

He needed to leave. Now.