Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Deep in the Wasteland
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Deep in the wasteland.
The sky, perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, suddenly tore open with a rift. A black fissure slashed straight down into the earth, sending rocks within a hundred meters skyrocketing. Moments later, spacetime density warped violently, ejecting Heinrich along with countless chunks of twisted metal from the crack.
Thud! A muffled impact echoed as Heinrich hit the ground flat on his back, gravel and debris pelting his body.
"Hah..."
The Emperor of Gemini wiped his face, struggling to his feet after a long moment of exhaustion. He scanned his surroundings—jagged boulders upheaved everywhere, but no sign of Gavin.
Had they been flung into different dimensions?
No, right before they were spat out, he'd been gripping the man's hand tight.
Heinrich was always meticulous about his military bearing, but there was no time for that now. He bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Gavin! Gavin!"
Leaping down from the rocks, the superiority of an Alpha's physique shone through—he'd taken so many brutal hits in the space tunnel without serious injury. Aside from the scrapes, cuts, and bloodstains, his mobility was unimpaired.
"Gavin!" Heinrich searched relentlessly amid the rubble. "Where are you? Celia! Gavin!"
His voice was swept away by the wind as soon as it left his mouth. A faint anxiety building, Heinrich suddenly caught a fishy-sweet, alluring scent on the breeze—
Omega pheromones!
Heinrich's senses sharpened instantly. He bolted toward the source. "Gavin! Where are you? Show yourself!"
The pheromone scent grew thicker, almost a dense, cloying mist that refused to dissipate. This was no mere trace from blood—it was intense heat.
"Hiding makes it more dangerous! Gavin!"
Heinrich's words had barely left his lips when his steps faltered—a gleaming dagger pressed against his throat. Gavin had appeared behind him, bent over and gasping. "Get away."
He looked utterly wrecked: face flushed, sweat pouring, eyes unfocused and vacant, body too weak to stand straight. Being this close to the Alpha who'd marked him was pure torment. The overwhelming masculine scent invaded not just his nostrils but every pore, seeping into his veins, leaving him hollow and limp.
He could barely hold the dagger, as if some wicked force constantly tempted him to let go, to surrender and let the Alpha before him pin him down, ravage him, claim him completely.
"Let go first, Gavin..."
Heinrich paused, then said slowly, "You can back away. I promise I won't turn around."
Silence stretched behind him, broken only by soft panting. Heinrich's entire body tensed rigid, feral lust gnawing at his self-control. Just as his last thread of reason frayed, the blade at his throat eased. Footsteps retreated.
"You can duck behind that rock—I won't see you," Heinrich said, his voice strained and odd. "But don't go farther than fifty meters. If danger hits, I won't get to you in time."
"Thanks. I can handle myself."
Gavin's tone dripped with undisguised wariness and chill. Heinrich fell silent for a beat, then let out a strange chuckle. "Don't say that yet, Celia... You've seen a lot in this world, but you really haven't witnessed an Omega in heat."
No reply came.
Gavin finally retreated behind the rock and collapsed, instantly drained. The dagger clattered to the ground beside him, only to be snatched up as he desperately sliced the blade into his palm.
The pain cleared his mind for a fleeting few seconds, but then an even fiercer wave of lust crashed over him. It soaked into his very marrow. His fingers went slack, unable to grip the blade. He could only roll helplessly on the ground, instinctively grinding against the rough surface—grit and pebbles instantly tore swaths of skin from his body, but it only stoked a deeper craving to be touched.
He wanted to be touched, wanted his legs forced apart and thrust into hard, wanted his aching emptiness filled without mercy...
But no.
There was no turning back once he gave in. A single surrender would doom him forever.
Gavin clawed at handfuls of gravel, his palm's blood staining the sand crimson. The unimaginable endurance fogged his mind into haze. Vaguely, he heard someone speaking, realizing only after a while it was Heinrich.
"...You'll dehydrate like that..."
"Don't come over!" he blurted, voice sharp. "Stay back! Get away!"
A few seconds of quiet from behind the rock. Then Heinrich shouted, "I said you'll dehydrate! There are thornbush leaves nearby—pick a few and chew them for moisture!"
Lust clogged Gavin's thoughts. It took ages to grasp what Heinrich meant.
An Omega in heat lost fluids rapidly; without water replenishment, it was brutal to endure. His vision had blurred. He scanned around dimly, spotting some bushes nearby at last. But as he tried to rise, he staggered and fell.
His legs were jelly, unable to support him. The flood from his rear had soaked his thighs sticky-wet, still gushing steadily, seeping through his pants.
The slickness ignited a fresh surge of hollow itch. He barely made it behind the rock, curling into himself with all his might, teeth clenched trembling on his knee.
Heinrich stared fixed at the rock. He knew Gavin hadn't fetched the leaves.
Alphas had an innate possessive drive toward Omegas, especially in heat—no one but himself could lay a finger on this one. Yet instinct also bred a peculiar protectiveness: even in crushing resistance, they'd never truly endanger an Omega's life.
School had dedicated courses on caring for Omegas in heat—hydration, safe spots, security, all detailed. Pleasing the Omega and boosting conception odds were prime focuses. Scores were archived, even factored into Omega Protection Association mate selections.
Heinrich had taken the class years ago, never dreaming he'd use it on Celia. He'd once seen Celia as untouchable; even a flicker of desire felt profane, something to bury deep.
But now? Those self-deprecating thoughts were bullshit against raw lust. He just wanted to charge in, pin Celia down, kiss and knead him rough, force his legs wide and fuck him till he sobbed.
"You okay?" Heinrich finally couldn't hold back and called out.
No answer from behind the rock.
Heinrich edged closer despite himself. A muffled murmur drifted out, clarifying after a moment: "Don't... don't come..."
Gavin was tough as nails, but that tone held a plea even he barely registered.
Heinrich froze, the words shoving him back half a step. But savage desire and brutality roared back fiercer, steamrolling that faint shred of decency.
I'd beaten him before. Now he's Omega, I'm Alpha—why shouldn't I have him?
Victors claimed the spoils. Wasn't it natural for the loser to be taken?
Heinrich's breath burned hot, excitement trembling through him. He was rock-hard, every fiber screaming to charge, mark him! Claim him! Shove his cock deep inside, brand him with his scent till death.
As if possessed, Heinrich stepped forward. The Alpha aura's crushing weight alerted Gavin instantly. He lurched forward on reflex—but hadn't gone two steps before his wrist was seized.
"Don't move... just let me check..."
Heinrich drew a deep breath, pupils shifting to deep blue laced with eerie red veins.
Gavin twisted, teeth gritted—but the grip spot turned hypersensitive, numbed like novocaine.
Heinrich closed in, sleeve wiping sweat from his face. Instinct screamed to ravage, but the touch stayed gentle. Gavin dazed a little, going slack.
"You won't last. First heat hits hardest—fighting it causes irreversible damage. Just relax; it'll pass soon, it'll pass..."
Gavin floated in delirium, clothes soaked transparent, collar splayed off one shoulder—wretched and dripping sex.
Truth was, the first wave had ebbed, leaving a dull ache of emptiness deep inside. The second heat stirred, fiercer, harder to bear. Without relief, it'd torment to madness—neither living nor dying viable.
Was he really going to be marked?
He vaguely knew marked Omegas' fate. Alphas' innate dominance wasn't myth—marked Omegas instinctively craved, submitted to mates. Pure nature. Some lost all will, mere parasites surviving on Alpha bonds...
Unnoticed, he'd been eased against the rock. Heinrich's steps receded. Gavin exhaled shakily—only for the man to return moments later, tipping bitter juice to his lips.
Gavin swallowed weakly, voice hoarse to inaudibility. "What..."
"Thornbush leaf juice," Heinrich murmured. "For hydration."
Their lips nearly brushed as he spoke, Alpha heat blasting skin. Gavin jolted like shocked—second heat wave crashed full force.
Caught off guard, lust rocketed to peak. Gavin couldn't even cry out, thrashing and convulsing like a beached fish, inner void and itch driving him insane.
"Heinrich..." His voice cracked in despair. "Heinrich..."
He meant for the man to leave, but hands clutched Heinrich's shoulders, hips bucking instinctively, grinding against the iron-hard bulge one desperate roll after another.
Cocks rubbed through fabric, itch easing a heartbeat—then deeper, frantic hunger flooded with slick.
"I'm here." Heinrich scooped him up by the waist, parting his thighs to straddle the throbbing cock straining to burst. His handsome face twisted almost feral from restraint.
"Don't worry." He eased open Gavin's sweat-drenched shirt slow. "You're mine now."