From Dr. Han’s villa came occasional roars and cries of pain.
Lan Bo was sitting on Bai Chunian’s lower back, his hands tightly restraining the alpha whose eyes glowed blue, teeth sharpened as he writhed in a frenzy.
“Randi, don’t move. Wake up.”
Bai Chunian’s hands were bound behind him, pressed tightly, his bones creaking under strain. The Dead Sea Heartstone chains tied to the bedframe rattled loudly as he struggled.
Moonlight from the crack in the curtains fell across his face, soaked in cold sweat, making him look even paler and more distressed. Wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead.
After a wave of agitation passed, Bai Chunian collapsed weakly onto the bed. He curled up on his knees, head buried in his arms, breathing heavily. The chains around his neck and wrists had already left blood marks, which dripped down his arms and stained the freshly changed sheets.
Lan Bo also collapsed beside him, brushing his damp hair aside and releasing calming pheromones to soothe him.
Bai Chunian pulled him into his arms weakly. “Good boy… did I scratch your arm? Sorry.”
“I’m fine. Does it still hurt?” Lan Bo’s arm bore over ten bleeding scratch marks, though they would heal soon enough.
“Doesn’t hurt, doesn’t hurt.” Bai Chunian kissed his lips. “I’ll take a shower and come back to sleep.”
Lan Bo unlocked the chains for him and watched as he slowly stood, staggering toward the bathroom.
This can’t continue. Lan Bo clenched the bedsheet, restoring the soiled area with purification.
He fell asleep without realizing it, completely exhausted.
He didn’t know how long had passed when a rustling sound by the bed woke him. He opened one eye slightly and saw Bai Chunian sitting on the floor with his back to him, focused on assembling something in his hands.
Lan Bo didn’t speak, just continued watching through half-lidded eyes.
Bai Chunian’s hands trembled slightly from weakness and pain. His movements were slow and no longer as sharp as before.
He had built a square beast cage from Dead Sea Heartstone. Then he stood, grabbed a shirt Lan Bo had worn, climbed into the cage, and sealed the door from the inside with Dead Sea Heartstone.
He lay down inside the cramped cage, holding Lan Bo’s shirt, drifting into sleep while inhaling the faint remaining scent of pheromones.
Lan Bo stared at him the entire time.
After a long while, Lan Bo sat up. Bai Chunian inside the cage suddenly perked his ears and looked up sleepily.
Lan Bo leaned against the cage and looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
Bai Chunian paused, then gave a strained smile. “I was afraid I’d relapse again tonight… didn’t want to disturb your sleep. After so many times… even the best temper would get annoyed.”
Lan Bo lifted his hand and dismissed the Dead Sea Heartstone. The dark crystal dissolved instantly, the cage collapsing away.
Bai Chunian lost support and leaned back, but Lan Bo caught him.
Lan Bo crossed one leg, grabbed his hair, and forced him to look up. Leaning close, he said softly by his cheek, “You can bite me. I don’t fear pain. When I’m angry, I only hit you—I won’t leave you.”
Bai Chunian inhaled sharply. Kneeling half upright, he buried himself into Lan Bo’s embrace, trembling as he kissed his chest and abdomen, calling his name in a muffled voice, unable to restrain himself as he nuzzled, smelled, and kissed him.
Lan Bo gently stroked his spine in indulgence.
The next morning, Han Xingqian arrived a little late.
As usual, Lan Bo came to open the door. Han Xingqian was holding a portable insulated box in his hands, his expression looking somewhat serious.
Lan Bo’s expression also sank along with it: “What happened.”
“Go upstairs and talk.”
They walked up the wooden spiral staircase. Lan Bo pushed open the bedroom door, and a pair of ghost-fire blue eyes suddenly rushed toward him, startling Han Xingqian into stepping back a half step.
Bai Chunian’s body suddenly stiffened. He was restrained by chains locked around his neck and wrists, the chains yanked violently as he struggled to reach Lan Bo. The binding chains clattered loudly, his frenzied and fierce appearance no different from a bloodthirsty beast.
But Lan Bo was already used to it. He walked over and pulled little Bai into his arms, stroking him to soothe him.
Little Bai softened, burying his face into the crook of Lan Bo’s neck and whining. Han Xingqian seized the opportunity and pressed him down onto the ground, injecting a dose of dissociation agent.
After resting for half an hour, Bai Chunian regained clarity and some strength, able to sit up without support.
“Brother Han, what is it.” Bai Chunian rubbed his face, forcing himself to perk up.
Han Xingqian looked at both of them and sighed slightly: “One good news, and one bad news. Which do you want to hear first.”
Bai Chunian scratched his hair: “The bad one.”
Lan Bo stared at him: “I don’t want to hear the bad one.”
Han Xingqian shook his head: “The bad news is that necromantic summoning entities are raging, Westminster has fallen, and the international conference outcome has been postponed indefinitely.”
Lan Bo’s expression visibly darkened. From several meters away one could hear the grinding of his teeth.
Bai Chunian remained relatively calm. He had already anticipated that things would not go smoothly. The IOA had already invested all resources into treating him, which he was grateful for. He was now a nearly scrapped weapon, with not much remaining lifetime value.
“The good news is that the President secretly ordered agents to bring this back overnight.” Han Xingqian pushed the insulated box in front of them and opened the switch. The hydraulic lid slowly opened.
Inside was a Pro-Union factor injection gun.
Under the injection gun lay a handwritten note in steel pen script, elegant and flowing. It was left by the President—
“Instruct Bai Xiao to use this drug without psychological burden. We will handle the rest.”