No Way Back

When Han Taeseok unbuttoned Jaekyung’s hospital gown, the unfocused eyes slowly regained clarity.

The heat that had been building up drained away in an instant, as if cold water had been poured over his head.

Park Jaekyung’s body was anything but normal.

Bruises covered him from head to toe, and his exposed upper body showed ribs so clearly that it didn’t look like the result of just a few days in the hospital.

He was completely emaciated, like a piece of dried fish twisted out of shape.

Looking closer, even his wrists were so thin they seemed ready to snap, and his already small head looked even smaller.

When Taeseok had supported him as he collapsed foaming at the mouth, he had thought he was light, but not to this extent.

His skin was rough and dull, devoid of any sheen.

Carefully stripping him below revealed no difference.

It wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to say there was nothing but skin clinging to bone.

Han Taeseok felt his breath catch and hurriedly moved to fasten his clothes again, then stopped.

With a face that seemed to realize only the worst options remained, he undressed Jaekyung completely.

If he left things as they were, it would be the worst.

If he didn’t, it would still be the worst.

Neither choice was better.

So he chose the one way Jaekyung might live, and the thing he himself could do to the best of his ability.

He lifted the dry legs and spread them, settling himself between them and pulling Jaekyung’s upper body into his arms.

Burying his face against the pounding heart, he pressed their bodies together as closely as possible and drew up the omega’s pheromones again.

He drenched Jaekyung completely in his own pheromones, steeping him in them.

Only then did a faint, hazy vanilla scent finally seep out, as if the dried pheromone gland had been barely moistened.

But that was all.

The faint pheromones quickly dried up again, replaced by a nauseating stench.

That alone told him how bad Jaekyung’s condition was.

Unable to tell where the line was, Taeseok’s movements slowed.

What if he made a mistake and killed him.

Just then, a very small, excited breath slipped from Jaekyung’s lips.

Taeseok knew then that the omega’s body was preparing, trying to accept an alpha.

When he slid his fingers between the sharp, protruding hip bones, he found a small opening and pressed lightly.

As expected, unlike other omegas, it wasn’t wet.

The body was reacting, but the most important organ of an omega wasn’t responding at all.

It might have been because he was recessive, but more than that, it was probably the hormone injections.

Han Taeseok got up and took out the gel he had asked Secretary Oh to buy.

There were two kinds, with stimulant and without.

In this situation, giving or applying anything stimulating was too risky, so he chose the one without, squeezed it into his hand, and returned between Jaekyung’s legs.

He spread the gel generously, rubbing it in, then pushed a finger inside.

The once-dry opening became slick, easily taking one or two fingers, but it was still narrow and tight.

If this continued, not only knotting but even penetration would be difficult.

Taeseok stroked Jaekyung’s body, thinking he needed to loosen him at least a little.

From the nape of his neck to his chest, over the jutting bones, he carefully traced him with his large hands.

Even unconscious, Jaekyung reacted, flinching faintly.

Taeseok stroked the thin waist, then grasped the lifeless s*x between his legs and rubbed it with his fingertips.

There was no response, so he wrapped his hand around it and moved until it stirred.

Still, it drooped weakly, just like its owner.

Clicking his tongue, Han Taeseok bent down and took the limp shaft into his mouth.

He held it with his hand, licked upward, bit gently at the tip, then sucked like candy, pushing it deep into his throat before pulling back.

“Mmm…”

Feeling it slowly harden with heated breaths, Taeseok pushed three fingers inside and worked them diligently.

He rolled the shaft with his tongue, searching for what felt good, stroking and sucking from root to tip until he found the right spot.

With a small moan, Jaekyung climaxed into his mouth, but the amount was so minimal it barely even wet him.

As if nothing had happened, it softened again, but Jaekyung’s body seemed more pliant now.

His fingers slid in more easily, and pheromones that hadn’t been there before were faintly present.

Taeseok withdrew his fingers and looked down at the opening.

It had parted awkwardly, barely finishing its preparation to accept an alpha.

The problem would be after penetration.

If Jaekyung still didn’t wake up, he’d have to use another injection.

That was the one thing he wanted to avoid.

Dizziness washed over him.

He was nearing his limit too.

If he didn’t take the omega while he still had his reason, he felt he might do something truly beastlike.

Han Taeseok lifted Jaekyung’s legs onto his shoulders.

Undoing his belt and lowering his underwear, his thick, ridged shaft sprang fully erect.

“Hah…”

He coated himself generously with gel and pressed against the hidden place.

He pushed slowly, starting with the tip, but it didn’t go in easily.

Sensing the intrusion, the omega’s body tensed again.

Grinding his teeth, Taeseok stroked Jaekyung’s shaft again.

Even drained of strength, once it remembered pleasure, it quickly hardened.

At that moment, when his body relaxed just slightly, Taeseok seized the chance and pushed in.

“Ugh—damn it.”

It was tight.

So tight it felt like it might tear him apart.

He exhaled sharply, brow furrowed.

The thin leg bones pressing against his shoulders hurt.

They felt like brittle twigs, and he gently stroked them.

His head swam.

The alpha’s instincts were boiling up now.

He wouldn’t be able to be gentle much longer.

Gripping Jaekyung’s waist, he pushed in again, little by little.

The inner walls chewed and worked around him, but thankfully opened enough to swallow his length.

Once he was fully seated inside the omega, a satisfied breath escaped him.

But this wasn’t the end.

Jaekyung needed to open his eyes.

Staring at the still-unconscious face, Taeseok pressed their chests together again, wrapping him in pheromones.

He held the thin body he had never embraced, neither before nor after marriage, and kissed the nape of his neck.

He waited like that for a long time, but the omega didn’t wake.

His gaze drifted back to the injection.

No.

Instinct screamed danger.

He decided to wake him through physical stimulation instead.

Straightening his hips, he held Jaekyung’s knees and began to move slowly.

At first there was a creaking sound, then flesh slapped against flesh.

The cheap hospital bed rattled loudly, but Taeseok didn’t care.

Driving deep, opening him fully, he never took his eyes off Jaekyung.

Though unconscious, the body clenched and released around him in a steady rhythm.

His shaft plunged in and out, pulling the soft flesh out and back again, over and over.

He had started slowly out of consideration, but the perfect fit overwhelmed him, and he grew rougher without realizing it.

Eventually, pounding deeper, he found the cervix.

When the tip nudged it, goosebumps rippled through his body.

Instinctively, he knew what it was.

The desire he’d been suppressing burst free.

Pheromones flooded the room, heat pooling low in his body.

All he could think was opening that cervix.

The entrance was hard and firm.

It was difficult to open, and when it did, omegas inevitably felt pain.

Especially the first time.

For Park Jaekyung, this would be the first.

Wiping sweat away, Taeseok looked down at him and pressed slowly.

Each thrust made Jaekyung twitch.

The second time, a pained sound escaped him.

The third time, when Taeseok thrust hard, Jaekyung’s eyes flew open.

“What…”

Still disoriented, his eyes rolled, then widened in horror as he felt something forcing its way deep inside him.

Pitiful omega.

It was already too late.

Too late to stop.

“What are you—”

His teeth chattered from how violently he trembled.

Jaekyung reached up and grabbed Taeseok’s arms, but there was no strength in him.

It was more like clinging for support.

“We’re imprinting.”

“Imprinting…”

“We’re knotting too.”

“Kno—ah!”

Before he could even process the word, Taeseok slammed into the cervix again.

The tightly closed entrance tore open little by little.

The alpha didn’t miss that moment, pushing the head inside.

Jaekyung’s whole body convulsed violently.

“No!

No!!”

Park Jaekyung seized.

He struck and pushed at Taeseok with weak, useless hands, but it didn’t budge him.

It was already too late.

Taeseok pinned his wrists above his head and drove his hips.

Jaekyung screamed, begging him to stop, crying that it hurt.

Rejecting the alpha.

He couldn’t stop.

The alpha’s instincts took over, screaming to dominate him by force.

Taeseok moved faster and harder, burying himself completely inside.

At the same time, he released deep within him.

Feeling the womb open fully and fill with the alpha’s seed, Jaekyung’s body went limp.

Resignation filled his eyes.

There was no going back now.