"You owe me four shots in total."
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The glint of the dagger arced through the air, crimson blossoming on Julian's wrist as Hong Yunyi made a swift incision. Repulsion churned in his gut, warring with the desperate need that drove him. He forced the metallic tang of blood down his throat, the act a grotesque parody of a predator savoring its prey.
Once he was done, he let go of Julian's hand and waited.
The alpha expected to go through a mind-boggling change, but the anticipation dissipated into a hollow emptiness. There was no transformative surge coursing through his body, no miraculous acts of healing taking place.
Perhaps the lingering effects of the pills he took every three hours masked the changes. Or maybe, the chilling thought occurred in his mind, this single act wasn't enough.
Maybe he needed to drink this omega's blood every day just to be sure that he was healed.