A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 3

There was hardly a patch of unblemished skin on his body, with various marks and scars even around his neck glands, including a circular scar from a cigarette burn.

What kind of beast would inflict such harm near an omega's soft glands?

I furrowed my brow and pushed aside his hair at the back of his neck, only to find my fresh bite mark and no other bite marks.

For an omega in heat, a mark was more effective than expensive suppressants, serving as an antidote to quickly bring them out of their delirious state.

Obviously, no one before me wanted to make him sober. A toy, of course, is played with however one wants.

My gaze followed his spine downwards.

Due to nervousness, his back was tense, forming a superior arch, with his lower back slightly sunken, revealing two concave dimples.

When I tentatively touched his wound, Axiu seemed greatly startled and stimulated, his whole body suddenly bouncing, muscles contracting and relaxing in an instant, as if coming back to life. His spine slid in my palm, shoulder blades propped up, as if about to break through the air.

I rarely spoke softly: "I'm just going to check on you."

After I finished speaking, I patiently waited. He remained stiff for a long time, and only slowly relaxed when he saw that I really had no other actions.

The dark purple bruises piled up on top of each other, old wounds not yet fully healed and new ones added. Moreover, it was obvious that many wounds had not been treated, becoming infected and swollen.

I cleared my throat, feeling a little guilty.

I pressed down on him with one hand and continued to explore downwards with the other, wanting to see if there were any other bones besides the wrist bone that were also problematic. When I reached his ankle, I hadn't felt anything yet, but Axiu had already dodged.

Both of his ankles had purple-red marks, with skin and flesh carrying blood and bruises, as if they had been forcibly ground out by shackles. One side of his outer ankle bone was swollen, and he dodged when I touched it."Where did you find it?"

"In the depths of your wardrobe, master," 231 answered respectfully.

In the depths of the wardrobe.

I tried to remember when I had stuffed it in there, but couldn't recall. I looked at the display screen at the bottom, and 231 had already charged it with its own interface.

Oh well, as long as it works.

I grabbed the medical kit and headed out, but caught sight of a notepad and pen on the bar. I went over and put them in my pocket before pushing open the bathroom door.

The floor was always warm, and I walked barefoot with almost no sound. When I walked back into the bathroom, everything was as usual, except for a tiny crack in the previously closed window. The showerhead had also been moved, and Ashu was sitting in the bathtub with a bathrobe draped over him, the one I had left behind.

I had just silently entered the bathroom when he noticed me and turned to look. He had barely emerged from his previous state of confusion and now seemed even more calm, or perhaps numb.

I held up the medical kit to him. "For treating your wounds."

He ignored me and stared fixedly at the medical kit, then frowned and looked at me. He probably hadn't seen one before, so I explained, "This was probably left by my parents, and I haven't used it either."
This is the truth. Even this house was handed over to me by my parents before they passed away. I never knew they had such an expensive house in the capital star, with all the latest technology from the Empire.