The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 28
He was literally leaving the human traffickers half-dead. It was so merciless that Johanna wondered if one of the thugs might end up dead.
Not that she felt even the slightest sympathy for the traffickers. This kind of brutal scene was something she had never witnessed before, and it filled her with instinctive fear.
“Ah! Argh! Please, spare me… Aah!”
“Sob, huhuu…”
Despite two of them being injured, there were still three men against one. Yet, he handled them effortlessly. No, he toyed with them.
Johanna recalled the moment just before the man began his assault on the traffickers. Even as a beta, she had felt the suffocating pressure emanating from him. However, since it wasn’t directed at her, she had only felt a slight tremor in her body.
‘But the traffickers…’
They had frozen in place like prey before a predator, unable to move. One by one, they had collapsed as if their legs had given out.
The reaction of the recessive alpha among them was the most intense. His face had turned from pale to a ghastly blue, making choking sounds as if he were struggling to breathe, almost as if he were having an asthma attack.
‘…Is it because of pheromones?’
She had heard that some alphas and omegas could wield their pheromones like weapons. The influence could even extend to betas, causing a sense of pressure or a mesmerized feeling, even if it didn’t lead to s****l arousal.
But only a very few people with such traits could use their pheromones that way, and it seemed to require several special conditions.
Although she didn’t know the details, Johanna knew one widely known fact. It had to be an alpha or omega with magical sensitivity—often called ‘magical responders.’
‘The fusion of magic and pheromones…’
It seemed that this was exactly what she had witnessed.
The power that only an alpha with magical sensitivity could wield, ‘Dominance.’
For omegas, it was called ‘Allure.’
“Please, spare me, please…”
“Sob, whimper…”
The men were now groveling at the man’s feet, begging for their lives. Their faces, smeared with blood, tears, and dark dirt, looked utterly pitiful and grotesque.
The man who had been injured by the broken bottle seemed to have lost consciousness, lying motionless on the ground.
“Phew…”
The man, who had been mercilessly kicking them, stopped and took a deep breath, then pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket and placed it in his mouth.
A small flame from a silver lighter ignited the tip of the cigarette. He took a long drag and slowly exhaled. The gray smoke wove through the air, rising towards the sky.
“I get really disgusted whenever I see human traffickers.”
“Sob...”
“Every year we spend taxes to strengthen public safety, yet why do these bastards keep running rampant? Makes me regret paying my taxes.”
The man, who was prodding the side of the thug crawling like a bug on the ground with the tip of his shoe, carelessly flicked his half-smoked cigarette away.
The cigarette, landing on the thug’s back, was crushed under the man’s shoe, losing its ember. The man kicked the thug’s side, flipping him over. He then stared piercingly at the thug’s bloodied face.
“You’re from Arberk, aren’t you? You and these guys.”
At the sharp interrogation, the thug’s eyes widened as if hit in a vital spot. The man let out a shallow chuckle as he watched them tremble without being able to answer.
“I thought so. Filthy bastards.”
The next moment, the man kicked the thug’s head harder than ever. With a loud thud, the thug’s head lolled to the side, seemingly unconscious.
“Eek…”
The other thug, still conscious, followed the same fate. …Surely, he didn’t kill them, did he? Johanna blinked vacantly as she leaned against the carriage. Her brain seemed overloaded, unable to process properly due to the intense stimuli in such a short time.
The man turned towards her and walked slowly, deliberately. He seemed to merge with the deep darkness of the alley. His crimson eyes, still filled with the excitement of savage violence, burned like the sun. They were eyes that looked as if they could devour everything in their path.
“Marquis.”
A voice suddenly sounded right next to her, making Johanna jump and her shoulders twitch. A tall figure, who had silently descended from the carriage, approached the man without even glancing at Johanna. It was a beautiful person with long blond hair tied back, giving an ambiguous impression of gender.
“The police?”
“They’ll arrive soon. …Shall I call the head butler to have everything ready for you to bathe as soon as you return to the mansion?”
“No need, just go and tell him. Don’t waste the expensive communication devices.”
The man, who had removed his blood-stained leather gloves, lightly tapped the blond person’s shoulder with his now bare, white hand.
The blond person nodded deeply. The man passed by and approached Johanna. The blond person followed him like a shadow. Their actions were so natural, it seemed ingrained in them.
“The police will be here soon.”
“Yes…”
Johanna responded meekly, lowering her gaze. Was it the extraordinary aura emanating from the man? Or was it the unsettling brilliance in his eyes that could almost be called madness? Whatever the reason, it was hard for Johanna to look directly at his face.
