Chapter 63: You’re an Alpha?!!

I... I’m just doing that to save him. Shiyan wouldn’t mind, would he? He secretly glanced toward Mo Shiyan and tried to comfort himself. After seeing that he had not awakened yet, he instinctively let out a long breath.

While he was totally lost in his thoughts, his fingers unconsciously brushed against his lips, recalling what had just happened. When he finally came back to his senses, he immediately stood up straight, his cheeks blushed red.

What in the world am I thinking?!

I was just trying to save Shiyan... forget all of that!

He took a look at Mo Shiyan before he hurried into the bathroom and locked the door. Then he turned on the faucet, scooped up a few handfuls of water, and splashed it onto his face, trying to force himself to calm down and forget that kiss. However, the more he insisted on doing so, the clearer those memories were in his mind.

At last, he could only lay his back on the bathroom door and slowly slide down to the floor. He lowered his head and covered his face with his arms.

When he came back to the bedroom, he was holding a cold towel in his hand. Then he gently placed it across Mo Shiyan’s forehead in order to help bring down his fever.

After he was done, his gaze suddenly shifted toward Mo Shiyan’s right arm, which Mo Shiyan had bitten on himself in order to suppress his desire. However, Jiang Zihan did not know about it right now; his eyes immediately widened in shock when he saw the severe injury.

Jiang Zihan quickly searched for the ointment and a roll of bandage from the medical kit, and carefully applied the ointment to the wound before he wrapped a few layers of bandage around the injured arm.

Then, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mo Shiyan to see if his condition got any worse. Every half an hour, he would change the towel on Mo Shiyan’s forehead, which he continued that process until dawn. At last, when he reached out and felt Mo Shiyan’s forehead, he noticed that the fever had finally gone, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Because he was way too tired, he directly pulled a chair next to the bed, folded his arms on the bedside table, rested his head on them, and fell into deep sleep not long after.

In the next morning, Mo Shiyan groggily opened his eyes; sunlight poured in through the curtains, causing him to instinctively close them again. The moment his eyes had finally adjusted to the light, he opened them again.

Then he turned his head and found himself lying on Jiang Zihan’s bed. His eyes were empty and hollow at first, but the second they landed on Jiang Zihan, a light seemed to have flickered through his eyes.

Mo Shiyan slowly sat up, and although his consciousness was still a bit unclear, he could feel that his body temperature was a bit lower than before, though he continued to rise after he woke up. He knew that it was most likely because his secondary presentation wasn’t over yet... or rather, the process seemed to have just started.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Zihan; his sight unconsciously shifted toward the back of Jiang Zihan’s neck. His eye teeth felt the desire to bite on something again, which he forced his sight away, suppressing that desire.

Sensing that his pheromones had started to get out of control again, he wanted to climb out of the bed and inject another dose of suppressant for his rut when the noise seemed to have awakened Jiang Zihan.

Mo Shiyan immediately froze in place. Jiang Zihan lifted his head as he rubbed his eyes when he still wasn’t fully awakened. However, the second he saw that Mo Shiyan had woken up, his eyes immediately widened with surprise as he quickly stood up from the chair and closed the distance with him.

As Jiang Zihan leaned closer, Mo Shiyan instinctively held his breath. Jiang Zihan reached out, then... placed a hand on his forehead.

A few seconds later, Jiang Zihan frowned a little before speaking, his voice concerned. "I checked your fever last night, and it had already gone down. But today, it seems like it’s coming back."

Just as Jiang Zihan was about to suggest that Mo Shiyan should go to the school infirmary, Mo Shiyan suddenly held onto his wrist.

Jiang Zihan: "...?"

Mo Shiyan’s hands were warm, causing him to freeze in place. He looked toward Mo Shiyan, then somehow wanted to struggle backward, keeping distance from him. But Mo Shiyan’s grip was so tight that he basically had nowhere to hide.

"...Don’t you have something you want to say to me?" Mo Shiyan asked, his voice sounding indifferent, making Jiang Zihan have a hard time understanding what he was thinking.

He could only turn his face to the side before replying, "I don’t understand what you mean."

Mo Shiyan fell silent for a moment, and he didn’t know what to say either. Just as Jiang Zihan thought that this strange atmosphere would continue on forever, Mo Shiyan suddenly spoke, his tone certain. "Zihan, you know what I mean. You know what I’m talking about."

Jiang Zihan instinctively turned his head and met directly into Mo Shiyan’s clear blue eyes. He bit his lower lip and spoke in a low voice. "Shiyan, you’re an Alpha, am I right?"

He had been a Beta in his original world. Because it does not have much to do with him, he barely pays any attention to matters concerning Alphas and Omegas, but that does not mean that he’s an idiot.

He still knew the basics, and based on Mo Shiyan’s performance the night before, it was so obvious that Mo Shiyan was entering a rut that he couldn’t even lie to himself that Mo Shiyan was a Beta.

However, he did not understand why Mo Shiyan lied to him about this. If he’s hiding such a secret to him, does that mean that he had never actually believed in him?

That made Jiang Zihan feel that everything he had done in the past few months had been useless... maybe he won’t be able to escape the original ending of the game.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Mo Shiyan suddenly pulled him over into his embrace; the scent of rose surrounded him again.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked directly, "So... you were an Alpha at the very beginning? Then why did you..."

Before he could finish asking his questions, Mo Shiyan seemed to understand what he had planned to ask and quickly said, "I didn’t."

"What...?" Jiang Zihan didn’t really understand what he meant.

"I wasn’t planning to hide it from you, but I just found out about it not long ago. I used to be a Beta, but a few months ago, I went through a secondary presentation and became an Alpha," Mo Shiyan explained.

"Secondary... presentation?" Jiang Zihan repeated as he tilted his head to the side with confusion. He most likely heard this term before, but don’t remember where he did.

After listening to Mo Shiyan’s explanation, the confusion on Jiang Zihan’s face was slowly replaced by a serious expression.

"So... you’re entering a rut right now?" Jiang Zihan asked.

Mo Shiyan slowly nodded his head, clenching his fist. Being able to speak to Jiang Zihan as if nothing had happened basically used up all his energy. His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and drops of blood fell down his hands, dripping onto the floor.

"Your hands..."

Mo Shiyan instinctively hid his hands behind him and replied calmly, "It’s nothing serious."

Jiang Zihan stared at his face for a moment before turning around and crouching down, wrapping his arms around his knees.

In Mo Shiyan’s mind, the little "Jiang Zihan" was rolling around on the bed. After a while, he clutched his head with both hands, looking a little dizzy. He sat up, and as if he had figured something out, he struggled to stand back on his feet and jumped up and down a few times.

Mo Shiyan: "...?"

He lowered his head and realized that Jiang Zihan had stood back up, facing him.

Then Jiang Zihan suddenly tugged at the corners of his clothing, as if he was hesitating over something. He lowered his head and pulled down the collar at the back of his neck, exposing his scent gland.

Although Jiang Zihan had used a suppression patch this morning and sealed it over the gland at the back of his neck, Mo Shiyan still felt that he could smell the pheromone scent drifting from it somehow.

"Zihan... What are you doing?" Mo Shiyan asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Jiang Zihan felt a little uneasy under Mo Shiyan’s gaze, but in order to let him go through his rut this time, he patiently replied, "If you need it... you can bite on my gland. But it can only be a temporary mark!"