After Transmigrating as a Beta, I Got Messed Up with an Alpha (BL) - Chapter 12

Huo Juan’s first Rut occurred when he was fourteen years old.

Even at that young age, as a top-tier Alpha, his self-control was already astounding. Over the years, maintaining his rationality during a Rut had never been a difficult task for him. After all, even before a Rut arrived, Huo Juan’s body constantly endured a mysterious ache and restlessness; the Rut merely amplified that discomfort slightly—it wasn’t something entirely beyond his power to suppress.

However, despite his excellent self-control, he had lost it for the first time during a Rut.

Touching Pei Yule made the pain and agitation in his body vanish. This Beta was more effective than any medicine—that was the primary reason Huo Juan had sought him out. He considered Pei Yule to be nothing more than a remedy. Compared to the tedious capsules he had to swallow, Huo Juan did not dislike the feeling of touching Pei Yule.

However, four days ago, shortly after the agitation in his body had been soothed, he continued his contact with Pei Yule, only to find that it somehow amplified his Rut symptoms. What he could normally control during periods of restless pain faced collapse the moment he touched Pei Yule.

Even though the boy wasn’t an Omega, had no pheromones, was just a Beta, and had no scent gland—at that moment, Huo Juan wanted to hold him fiercely, bite his neck, and flood him with his own pheromones, making that scentless Beta stained with his mark from head to toe.

Huo Juan had used every ounce of his strength to suppress that mad impulse.

After letting Pei Yule leave, Huo Juan stayed in a special ward at a hospital owned by the Huo family for four days. For someone whose Ruts were usually manageable, he had to be injected with specialized suppressants every day for those four days, waiting for the cycle to pass.

“Pheromone disorder. It’s likely because you didn’t take your Ruts seriously before. Not only did you not receive comfort from an Omega, you didn’t even take medicine. Now it’s all backlashing at once, which is why it was so severe this time,” the doctor had said. “Fortunately, you still had your wits about you and remembered to come to the hospital. Any later and the Omegas at your school probably would have suffered.”

Under the influence of a top-tier Alpha’s pheromones, it was highly likely to force a Heat in nearby Omegas. That would have been a disaster.

Huo Juan offered no comment on this. He didn’t tell the family doctor that even if he had stayed at school, he wouldn’t have done anything to other Omegas. Because at that moment, his heart was only set on tearing the clothes off one specific person.

But that person had already been allowed to run away.

And now… that person was right in front of him again.

On a large bed, Pei Yule was sleeping. Perhaps because he had caught a chill, his nose was stuffed, and his breathing was a bit heavy. The sound of his rhythmic breathing echoed in the silent room, occasionally punctuated by a faint, indistinct mumble.

Huo Juan sat in a chair by the bed, his dark, unreadable eyes fixed on Pei Yule’s face. The Beta’s fever had gradually receded after the injection. His slightly flushed cheeks had returned to their normal color, and he was sleeping soundly due to the fever medication.

A “ding-dong” sounded as a message arrived on his phone. Huo Juan retracted his gaze and checked the screen. It was a message from Xu Yanxi.

—He was doused with water in the restroom. It was Cheng Zisheng, the young son of Jimu Industries.

Concise and straight to the point. However, that short sentence was enough to explain many things.

Huo Juan’s eyes turned cool. He lowered his gaze and turned off the screen. The sound of shallow breathing drew his attention back to Pei Yule. He stared at that face, which was lost to the world. Seemingly unable to breathe through his nose, the boy’s mouth was slightly open. As if sensing a gaze even in his sleep, that fluffy head rubbed against the pillow and turned to the other side, still sleeping peacefully.

Huo Juan paused, then reached out and pinched Pei Yule’s chin, turning his face back.

“Mm…”

The subject of his harassment issued a tiny protest. However, his eyelids were weighted down by the medicine and wouldn’t open no matter what. After a slight twitch, he gave up and stayed in that position with his chin pinched, falling back into a deep sleep.

The fingers holding his chin brushed against his skin with an unreadable rhythm. Where he touched Pei Yule, the pain easily subsided once more.

Huo Juan watched the sleeping face with a dark gaze. Perhaps seeing how comfortably Pei Yule was sleeping, a wave of drowsiness hit him. His eyes flickered. He hadn’t slept well at all these past few days.

His Rut had only just ended today. Even with suppressants and medication, that impulse had only retreated like a beast retracting its fangs once the cycle was officially over. But it was replaced by that familiar ache that felt like it was in his very bones. In such a state, it was impossible to sleep well.

Huo Juan was not a man to deprive himself. Especially not when there was a guy lying right there who could soothe his pain with a single touch; he had no reason to suffer.

So, Huo Juan let go of Pei Yule’s chin, lifted the covers, and got into bed. He lay behind Pei Yule and unceremoniously pulled the boy into his arms, gathering him close. At the same time, the pain in his body slowly receded.

…Truly more effective than any specialized medicine.

Huo Juan closed his eyes, hiding the unreadable depths within them.

Pei Yule was having a wonderful dream. He dreamed he was back home. His sister, having not seen him for a long time, was following him around like a lost puppy, calling him “Brother” constantly. Why was this a beautiful dream? Because ever since elementary school, that bratty sister—seeing that he was a head shorter than her despite being two years older—had disrespectfully called him by his name or referred to herself as the “elder sister.” She only granted him a “Brother” when she wanted something.

In the dream, Pei Yule enjoyed his role as the older brother to the fullest. He then dreamed that his parents had prepared a table full of his favorite foods to celebrate his return. Not only that, they had renovated his room and bought him the latest gaming laptop he had always wanted.

The best part was that he went back to school and found that the cute “class flower” from the next room, whom he had always been slightly interested in, shyly asked him out to a movie—specifically his favorite horror-suspense film. After the movie, she took his hand, trembling with fear. Pei Yule felt a bit guilty that she was so scared of that kind of movie, so he kept comforting her.

As he comforted her, the cute little class flower suddenly bent down and hugged him with immense strength! For some reason, the petite girl became taller and sturdier than him. He was hugged so tightly he was lifted onto his tiptoes. Her arms were thick and powerful, wrapping around him like an octopus, making it harder and harder to breathe…

Feeling like he was about to suffocate, Pei Yule stopped caring that it was the girl he liked. He grabbed those muscular arms and pulled with all his might—

The dreamscape instantly shattered. Pei Yule snapped his eyes open, his mouth letting out a frantic gasp from the panic of near-suffocation.

“You’re awake.”

A calm voice came from behind him.

That voice was like a key breaking the dream. Pei Yule blinked and quickly realized something was very wrong.

First, he was lying in a bed. There was no “class flower.” The decor was completely unfamiliar—not his original room, nor his room from the book. It was a room designed in stark black and white, a style completely different from what he liked.

Second, he wasn’t alone in the bed. A pair of arms was wrapped around his waist, and a cool body was pressed tightly against his back. The scent of cold cypress flooded his nose, immediately identifying the person behind him. Besides, that voice was too familiar to be mistaken.

“…”

Pei Yule recognized the person easily, but his brain stalled. Someone tell him—how did he end up in a bed with Huo Juan?!

I’d rather go back to the nightmare. Even if the class flower had turned into a giant, at least it was a girl he liked. Being hugged by Huo Juan didn’t make him happy at all.

Pei Yule turned his head stiffly. He first met a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes, followed by a face so handsome it made one’s mind wander. This face—who else could it be but Huo Juan?

Those phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, still carrying a trace of sleepiness. When they stared directly at him, they held a strangely lingering, tender quality. Even Pei Yule’s heart skipped two beats.

Of course, he firmly told himself it was just from the shock.

He opened his mouth, at a loss for words. “You… I…” What was going on? Wasn’t he in a classroom? How did he wake up in a different place, in bed with Huo Juan! This was too much; he couldn’t take it.

Huo Juan was fully awakened by Pei Yule’s movement. He remained in his original position, watching the boy with natural curls look at him with a stiff, shocked expression. Pei Yule seemed so stunned he had forgotten to struggle.

Huo Juan narrowed his eyes slightly. He slowly released his arms from around Pei Yule, sat up, and reached out to touch the boy’s forehead. His hand felt warm skin; the fever was completely gone.

Pei Yule’s expression grew even stiffer. From their second meeting, Huo Juan had never set boundaries. Touching him casually was just something this Alpha did whenever he felt like it. But before, it was usually grabbing a hand or hugging like an octopus; touching his face and forehead was a first.

It was so natural that a ridiculous suspicion popped into Pei Yule’s head. Could it be like the stories he’d read, where he’d slept for several years and his relationship with Huo Juan had somehow become “special”? He and Huo Juan—

“Since the fever is gone, get up.”

The low, pleasant voice interrupted Pei Yule’s mental storm and stopped his baseless theories.

Fever? Oh… right. When he was still conscious, he had a fever.

Pei Yule sat up in a daze. He saw Huo Juan get out of bed, wearing his No. 1 High school shirt. The straight trousers covering his long legs were a bit wrinkled from sleep, but Pei Yule could tell those were the school uniform pants too.

So, that meant time hadn’t skipped forward several years while he slept. The Huo Juan in front of him was still the senior high school student. He must have fallen asleep at school with a fever and been brought home by Huo Juan.

Pei Yule quickly deduced the truth. Just as he was about to speak, Huo Juan opened the wardrobe and threw a black hoodie at him.

“Wear it.”

For the second time, Pei Yule was covered by a piece of clothing. He thought the scene felt familiar. He pulled the hoodie down and looked at himself. He realized his clothes had been changed. He was now wearing a set of loose, soft, and warm loungewear that carried a faint scent of cold cypress.

Huo Juan had already gotten out of bed, yet the scent was still clear. He had thought the room was just full of Huo Juan’s pheromones, but now it seemed the main source was the clothes he was wearing.

…They’re Huo Juan’s.

Pei Yule’s brain couldn’t quite process the massive amount of information. He had been wearing Shen Pin’s jacket with nothing underneath. Now, his skin was touching soft fabric accompanied by an increasingly familiar pheromone.

Pei Yule asked blankly, “Um, my clothes…”

“Thrown away.”

Huo Juan took off his school uniform and changed into outdoor clothes in a few swift motions, then grabbed a jacket of his own. He said to Pei Yule, “Get up. I’m taking you back.”

Wait, thrown away? Did he ask before throwing them? That was Shen Pin’s jacket! He had borrowed it and needed to return it!

Perhaps because his face was filled with disbelief, Huo Juan picked up a paper bag from the side table and said calmly, “Give this back to Shen Pin.”

The paper bag was tossed over. Pei Yule instinctively caught it and looked inside.

It was a brand-new set of school uniform jackets.