Lick Me Up If You Can Novel (Completed) - Chapter 107

Nausea.

That was the first thing he felt. As one sensation came alive, his entire body screamed. Something seemed to crawl along his veins, biting at various organs. His nose reeked, his head ached as if it would split, and he felt dizzy. His stomach churned, and he kept retching, letting out uncomfortable groans.

Haa, haa.

He gasped for breath and managed to lift his eyelids, but he couldn’t see anything clearly. After blinking a couple of times with great effort, his vision finally focused.

The first thing he saw was the familiar scenery of his room. It took a little more time to realize it was his own room. Slowly, he moved his eyes and saw an IV drip hanging by the side of the bed.

Following the line with his gaze, he realized he was being given an unknown injection. He instinctively raised his other hand to touch the arm receiving the injection, when a voice suddenly cut in.

“Leave it. Unless you want your arm cut off.”

The utterly cold voice instantly jolted his still hazy consciousness awake.

Ashley, with wide eyes, turned towards the direction of the voice and froze. A man sat in a chair some distance away, looking at him.

Dominique Miller.

He repeated his father’s name only in his mind. Like him, with platinum-blond hair, almost silver, nearly two meters tall, always impeccably suited, but with a solid, muscular body hidden beneath—it was unmistakably him.

The man resembled Ashley in many ways. No, Ashley resembled him. After all, Ashley’s origin was that man.

Now, even the purple eyes.

At the thought, Ashley suddenly wanted to scream. He glared with hatred at the man who had put him in this state, but the man merely twisted his lips into a sneer.

“Try harder. I’d like it if you entertained me like ‘Ashley’ does.”

Ashley silently clenched and unclenched the fist of the arm receiving the IV. He endured and endured the urge to strike him countless times. But now, even more so, he couldn’t. To be so weakened at a time like this.

He felt self-loathing realizing that all the physical training he had done was useless. All Ashley could do was lie there and glare at him. Just like ‘Ashley’ did.

Because ‘Ashley’ could only do that too.

Dominique, who had been silently watching his son for a while, let out a chilling laugh. Ashley sometimes felt he was like a snake. Especially when his eyes stared intently at him like that, and only the corners of his mouth lifted.

As always, Ashley felt a shiver run down his spine and flinched. Dominique, seemingly pleased with his reaction, opened his mouth.

“Your appearance was quite a sight.”

The latter part was added slowly. It was meant to emphasize that Ashley was a mess. Ashley knew well how his father could make someone feel terrible with refined words. He never cursed or used vulgar language. He even disliked it when others used such rough words.

Why use such language when one could crush an opponent to the ground without it?

Of course, Dominique would know that that method angered the opponent more. So he must have enjoyed using it.

Even after experiencing it countless times and witnessing it firsthand, Ashley felt rage surge within him. He couldn’t help it, even knowing that was what Dominique wanted.

Ashley struggled to suppress the surging emotions, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fist. Slowly, sensation seemed to return. His body was still a mess, though.

He couldn’t stand not hitting that arrogant man. The voice of reason, telling him that he had endured so well until now, and why at such a timing, was faintly heard. But conversely, it was precisely because he had endured until now that he couldn’t do so anymore.

Ashley suppressed the urge to punch that man’s handsome face right then and there, and barely opened his mouth.

“What, on earth, did you…”

At the laboriously broken words, Dominique glanced at the IV drip.

“I’m releasing your pheromones, my son.”

His affectionate tone truly didn’t suit him. There would be no one in the world who called their son with such a cold voice.

Do all sons with an extreme Alpha father think like me?

Ashley didn’t know. But what was certain was that his father would probably have been such a terrible person even if he hadn’t presented.

To Dominique, who was already accustomed to contempt and hatred directed at him, Ashley’s gaze was neither new nor painful. Rather, he seemed to enjoy his son’s defiance. Crushing and destroying those who resisted and rejected him was his form of entertainment.

Just as he had acquired ‘Ashley’ that way.

But what Ashley was curious about now was something else. Releasing pheromones, with an injection? Was that possible? At his blinking reaction, Dominique suddenly rose from his seat. Ashley unconsciously flinched at the unexpected movement, but his body remained tied to the bed. With his body not moving as he wished, he could only watch helplessly as his father approached him step by step.

“There are many ways to release pheromones.”

He stopped beside the bed and looked at the IV drip. Ashley watched from his lying position as his father sneered at the drops falling one by one, creating small bubbles.

“But you now understand well why one doesn’t try to release them with an injection.”

…What?

Ashley flinched and blinked. His mind was a mess, tangled with dizziness and a headache, but his voice was distinctly heard. As if to prove he hadn’t misheard, his father looked down at him.

“If you had properly released your pheromones at the party, you wouldn’t be in this state.”

His tone was not at all regretful or sympathetic. Rather, he seemed so amused that it was surprising he didn’t laugh out loud. Ashley felt fear before contempt and hatred for him.

He suddenly remembered why he had never been able to stand up to him. The fear of this man, instilled since childhood, made resistance unimaginable. The fear that he too might become like ‘Ashley’.

The premonition that this man was fully capable of doing so. That feeling was now dominating his body again.

I am merely this man’s possession.

Just like ‘Ashley’. As if branding a possessed slave, the man carved his own name into his son.

Up to this point, it was something anyone who knew this man could guess, but it was unique that it was a middle name, not a first name. It was surprising that such a narcissistic man would put someone else’s name before his own. The only name this cruel and heartless man could say “I love you” to.

Even if it was in his own terribly selfish way.

Ashley clenched and unclenched his fist again. Much more strength had returned. He would definitely land a punch on that arrogant face. Just a little more, just a little.

“What was so bad about it? All I asked was for you to release your pheromones.”

Dominique tilted his head to one side.

“It’s not as if you lack experience.”

Dominique asked, as if truly unable to understand. As expected, he didn’t understand at all. Of course. For his father, that act was merely about releasing pheromones. How many extreme Alphas would perceive it as sex? Perhaps he was just making excuses, even if he knew. In any case, it was none of Ashley’s concern.

“Because I… have someone… I like.”

Ashley mumbled with difficulty, and Dominique narrowed his eyes.

“Ah…”

He let out a gasp of understanding, but the prolonged trailing sound felt ominous. Dominique smiled sweetly, looking down at Ashley who was staring at him unmoving.

“Are you talking about that mongrel?”