Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Good Luck

Yuan Shiyuan’s late differentiation into an Omega meant his body secreted insufficient Omega hormones, hindering the full development of his Omega characteristics.

As a result, his reproductive cavity was shallow and narrow, and his gestational sac remained pitifully underdeveloped. Without ample external nourishment, it would likely remain in a dormant, immature state indefinitely.

Forcing open this long-sealed area was undoubtedly a prolonged and agonizing process, accompanied by an overwhelming and terrifying sensation of foreign intrusion and the dread of being stretched open.

Even Yuan Shiyuan, in the throes of heat, cried and begged for mercy, unable to endure it. Eventually, his consciousness dimmed, and he began calling out any name that came to mind: “Big Brother,” “Husband”… even deliriously promising to bear children for the Alpha, uttering a litany of shamefully humiliating words coaxed from him by the Alpha.

All in a desperate attempt to make the Alpha slow down, to stop him from breaching his defenses.

Yet, despite his desperate pleas, he still clearly felt the gradual widening of his passage.

Without any buffer, the Alpha’s rich, fresh S-rank pheromone flooded his deepest recesses in relentless waves, like a high-pressure water jet.

When Yuan Shiyuan finally regained consciousness, several hours had passed.

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar chandelier on the hotel room ceiling, his expression dazed, struggling to focus for what seemed like an eternity.

Compared to the chaotic living room, bathroom, walk-in closet, and kitchen, the bedroom was the cleanest and most orderly space. The Alphas had maintained their restraint, avoiding soiling the bedroom area.

They had unanimously reserved this space for Yuan Shiyuan to rest properly afterward.

The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, left ajar so they could monitor any movement inside.

This also allowed Yuan Shiyuan to overhear their hushed conversation.

“Apply the medicine again soon,” Ying Mingxi’s voice carried. “Every hour. The next dose is in fifteen minutes.”

Bo Jin had instructed the medical team to prepare medication with excellent redness-reducing and anti-swelling effects.

Recalling that scarlet flush, Bo Jin’s tone couldn’t help but carry a hint of reproach as he turned to Ying Mingche. “You really have no sense of restraint.”

Ying Mingche was like a rabid dog.

“I was holding back!” Ying Mingche retorted, indignant. But the enhancement from his pearl implants had made it impossible to fully control himself.

“Little Yuan should have stabilized by now, right?” Jiang Heng’s voice carried a note of uncertainty. “Does this mean his heat period is over?”

Pei Yanbing pondered. “It’s been five hours.”

It should be… almost over, right?

“The doctor said it’s only temporarily stabilized,” Bo Jin interrupted their hopeful musings. “After accumulating so many years of heat, it won’t subside completely so easily.”

Yuan Shiyuan silently pulled the blanket over his head, burying his entire face in it, his expression utterly despairing.

After all the suffering he’d endured, they still called it “easily”?

Five hours!

The worst part was that these five hours might only be the beginning.

If they didn’t have a concert to prepare for the next day, the S-ranks probably wouldn’t have stopped so easily…

During the ordeal, they often worked in unison to get him pheromones as quickly as possible.

His hands, feet, even the crooks of his knees, his armpits, and that poor area—once sunken, now swollen—had all been violated.

After managing to stay barely conscious, Yuan Shiyuan moved slightly and immediately felt an abnormal soreness and exhaustion.

He had already rehearsed all day, so muscle fatigue was normal. Plus, his exceptional flexibility had been stretched to its limits, making his muscles particularly sore, especially at the base of his thighs.

With the slightest movement, he distinctly sensed something not his own slowly leaking out.

Yuan Shiyuan: “……”

It’s overflowing!

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively squeezed his knees together, only to realize his worry was pointless. The Alphas, concerned about wasting the pheromones, had already preemptively plugged him up with silk scarves.

He couldn’t resist poking his head out from under the covers, lifting an arm to examine himself.

Only a few faint kiss marks dotted his exposed skin, barely discernible.

Seems… alright?

For five people, this isn’t too bad.

But when he threw back the covers and saw his entire body, Yuan Shiyuan fell silent.

After repeated applications of the medicine, the red marks on his skin had mostly faded to faint pink. However, in the areas covered by clothing, virtually hidden from public view, there wasn’t an inch of untouched skin.

His once-recessed gland now protruded sharply, surrounded by a chaotic mess of bruises. The area around it was almost unbearable to look at…

Perhaps fearing dehydration, the Alphas had fed him plenty of water and glucose to replenish his energy. His stomach now bulged in an exaggerated curve, and he could hear clear sloshing sounds with the slightest movement.

Even with the silk scarf blocking the way, he could feel the overflow pressing against his fingers as he gently touched his abdomen.

A flood of chaotic memories surged through his mind, vying for attention like rabid beasts.

Worst of all, Yuan Shiyuan realized he remembered everything.

He would have preferred to remember nothing at all rather than face this excruciatingly awkward aftermath.

How could this have happened?

Yuan Shiyuan pulled the blanket over his head again, covering his face completely, and sank into serious thought.

Surely I’m not the first straight guy to sleep with his best bros, right?

Yuan Shiyuan sighed.

Forget it. No point dwelling on it.

What’s done is done. They’ve already mowed the Egyptian lawn, and more than once at that. What could he do?

Just gotta let the guys have their fun.

Besides, I enjoyed it too, and got a good dose of pheromone. Not a bad deal.

As Yuan Shiyuan was actively comforting himself, he accidentally shifted again and immediately felt another small patch of the silk scarf grow damp.

His face paled in horror. How much more is there?!

Just as Yuan Shiyuan reached for his mobile phone, intending to take a photo and examine it closely as he usually did, the discussion in the living room abruptly ceased, and the voices began moving toward the bedroom.

Before they could react to Yuan Shiyuan’s awakening, Ying Mingche scrambled onto the bed and grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s wrist…

…only to have Yuan Shiyuan violently fling him off.

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively recoiled two steps, causing the blanket to slip completely off his body. His entire frame lay exposed—including his knees trembling slightly from shock and the sudden spasm in his abdomen.

He seemed to have become increasingly fragile. Even a light touch on his wrist by Ying Mingche elicited such a violent reaction.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he experienced another mild heat.

But this time it was exceptionally faint, the amount pitifully small, the liquid as clear as morning dew on a summer branch, dampening the prepared absorbent pad.

All five Alphas turned to Yuan Shiyuan simultaneously, their eyes burning with a uniform, nearly uncontrollable excitement born of him.

Having grown intimately familiar with each other’s bodies, Yuan Shiyuan immediately understood the meaning behind their expressions.

He feigned ignorance, as if having lost his memory, calmly propping himself up on one arm.

“Is there any water?”

Yuan Shiyuan sat there nonchalantly, asking with an unruffled demeanor, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Ying Mingxi immediately fetched several insulated flasks, each containing warm water, honey water, or herbal tea. Jiang Heng, meanwhile, brought a small pillow and deftly slipped it behind Yuan Shiyuan’s lower back, his movements fluid and natural.

The group of Alphas gathered around the bed, forming an impenetrable circle around Yuan Shiyuan.

Bo Jin glanced at the damp silk handkerchief. Fortunately, most of the absorbent pad remained dry.

He asked with carefully restrained concern, “How are you feeling?”

With so much highly concentrated pheromone safely contained within him, Yuan Shiyuan should be feeling quite comfortable now, right?

“Mmm,” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, taking a sip of honey water from Ying Mingxi’s hand, feeling his throat soothe. “Pretty good, actually,” he admitted frankly.

His blunt expression of satisfaction made the surrounding Alphas shift uncomfortably, averting their gazes.

The atmosphere grew subtly awkward. Though Yuan Shiyuan maintained a facade of calm, his inner self was screaming in embarrassment.

Judging by the Alphas’ expressions, they were likely just as embarrassed and uneasy about the chaotic aftermath… But since they had all exerted themselves, he couldn’t simply brush aside their considerable efforts.

Forcing a smile, Yuan Shiyuan squeezed out, “Thank you all for your hard work.”

The moment the words left his lips, the awkward tension in the air intensified sharply.

Ying Mingche chuckled softly. “Darling, does this count as our payment for the night?”

Yuan Shiyuan, who had been daintily sipping his honey water, nearly choked. “Don’t say such nonsense! I’m not that kind of person.”

“Then will you take responsibility for me?” Ying Mingche pressed closer, his lips nearly brushing Yuan Shiyuan’s ear. “This was my first time, you know. An Alpha’s first time is precious. I’ve guarded it for years, and tonight, I gave it all to you.”

“…………”

Yuan Shiyuan stared in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

Jiang Heng scoffed. “As if you’re the only virgin here.”

Though the other Alphas remained silent, their expressions mirrored Jiang Heng’s disdain. They loathed Ying Mingche’s attempts to curry favor with Yuan Shiyuan by flaunting his virginity.

Who among us isn’t a virgin?

“Oh, I get it now. Our dear Princess Yuanyuan is just too kind-hearted.”

Ignoring their glares, Ying Mingche leaned close to Yuan Shiyuan’s ear, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Thank you, Little Princess,” he murmured. “For helping all of us at Scepter finally lose our virginities.”

Yuan Shiyuan had managed to maintain his composure until that moment, but Ying Mingche’s words sent a shiver of goosebumps racing down his spine.

He opened his mouth to retort, but a sudden realization silenced him. Ying Mingche was right.

He had slept with every Alpha in Scepter.

Yuan Shiyuan fell silent, stunned. Ying Mingche found his bewildered expression utterly adorable, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss his cheek. Yuan Shiyuan shoved him away.

Now, every time he saw Ying Mingche, he was reminded of that grotesque Citrus Lobe. He shot it a disdainful glance, then paused, surprised.

Ugly as it looks, it’s actually… quite effective.

When Yuan Shiyuan didn’t refute the matter and showed no subsequent aversion or resistance, the heavy stone in every Alpha’s heart quietly fell away.

Though he still acted as if nothing had happened after their encounters, maintaining the same casual, brotherly demeanor, it was better to be ignored than outright rejected.

Despite Yuan Shiyuan’s subtle expressions revealing his embarrassment and awkwardness, the Alphas understood that he needed time to process everything.

No one brought up the earlier chaos, and Yuan Shiyuan’s tense heart gradually relaxed.

He still remembered blurting out whatever came to mind in his pleasure-addled state, just to feel more comfortable.

Thank goodness they didn’t bring it up again…

Yuan Shiyuan absentmindedly took a few more sips of honey water before turning his head away. Ying Mingxi immediately understood, setting the thermos aside.

“Are you hungry?” Ying Mingxi asked solicitously. “I prepared some congee. It’s at just the right temperature now.”

Yuan Shiyuan was already full.

He unconsciously patted his stomach and said lazily, “I’m stuffed right now. I couldn’t eat another bite.”

Five distinct S-rank pheromones mingled and circulated through his body, leaving every inch of him tingling with blissful comfort.

Everyone instinctively glanced at Yuan Shiyuan’s stomach. His skin there was usually thin, but now it formed a conspicuously exaggerated bulge, even stretching his delicate navel slightly out of shape.

Ying Mingche stared for a moment before reaching out to cover the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s hand with his own.

Even this light touch made Yuan Shiyuan tremble slightly, his senses heightened.

“You’re so sensitive,” Ying Mingche teased, his tone carrying a pointed implication. “You were the same before. I just took a bite, and you couldn’t handle it.”

Yuan Shiyuan finally understood where the teeth marks on his gland had come from.

Ying Mingche must have bitten him several times, leaving some broken skin around the marks, likely from other Alphas.

Yuan Shiyuan glared at him, rolling his eyes. “You bit me there, didn’t you? I reacted so strongly because that’s my gland!”

The Alphas froze, stunned. How could a gland be located there…?

“Don’t touch it randomly in the future,” Yuan Shiyuan warned. “My gland is in a rather unusual location.”

He spread his knees apart and pressed his slender, pale fingers precisely against the slightly warm patch of skin still bearing the faint teeth marks.

Guiding the Alphas’ hands one by one, he showed them the exact location. “Right here.”

Ying Mingche: “No wonder…”

No wonder every time he buried his nose in Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, he found him so fragrant, his canines itching with the urge to bite and inject his pheromones.

He’d thought he was simply lustful, never imagining that Yuan Shiyuan’s gland… was located there.

“Rest well first. We’ll take turns keeping you company while you sleep.” Bo Jin glanced at the time. They still had some matters to handle and needed to coordinate with the staff.

Naturally, they wouldn’t let Yuan Shiyuan get up and work. They could handle the work matters.

Only then did Yuan Shiyuan suddenly remember the important matter.

They had a concert tomorrow. Fortunately, he’d been thoroughly “fed” the day before. Bathed in such potent, abundant pheromones, he felt incredibly satiated. Even if he encountered disruptive Alphas like today or suddenly went into heat, he should be able to handle it calmly.

“Oh, by the way, what happened with the rehearsal incident afterward?”

Pei Yanbing, who had just finished coordinating with the staff, replied, “The perpetrator has been handed over to the police. He was indeed your sasaeng fan and had been stalking you regularly.”

“I’m not asking about him,” Yuan Shiyuan frowned, uninterested in sasaeng fans. He pressed, “I mean the fans who were innocently caught up in it.”

“Brother Zhuang said they’d be taken to the hospital for checkups… how are they doing now?”

The Alpha who released those pheromones must have been at least A Rank. Not all Omegas are like him, unaffected by Alpha pheromones.

If their Compatibility turns out to be high as well, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yuan Shiyuan was deeply concerned about the Omega fans who had been affected.

“Thankfully, the situation was brought under control promptly, and the venue’s fresh air system was running continuously,” Pei Yanbing said. “They immediately used soothing agents and rested in the backstage area for half an hour, slowly recovering. Zhuang He later took them to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up, confirming there were no issues.”

Yuan Shiyuan was about to ask about the medical expenses when Pei Yanbing, as if reading his mind, continued, “All medical costs will be covered by the company. We’re also reimbursing their travel and accommodation as additional compensation and reassurance.”

Only then did Yuan Shiyuan truly relax. “That’s good.”

Originally, Yuan Shiyuan had intended to say that if the company didn’t cover it, he would personally compensate the fans.

He didn’t want fans who had traveled great distances to see their concert to end up with trauma and bitter memories instead of joy.

“The key right now is you,” Jiang Heng said, glancing at the time. “You should rest well first. We can postpone tomorrow morning’s rehearsal…”

“No need to postpone it,” Yuan Shiyuan insisted. “Let’s start rehearsal on time tomorrow morning, just like today.”

When he noticed everyone subtly looking at him, he asked, puzzled, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem with your schedules?”

Could it be that I was too greedy just now, draining them and leaving them physically exhausted?

“Shiyuan, are you sure you don’t need more rest?” Ying Mingxi asked gently, pressing lightly on Yuan Shiyuan’s abdomen. He saw a small damp patch on the diaper. With a sigh, he added, “We’re worried you’re overexerting yourself.”

“Oh, that’s unnecessary,” Yuan Shiyuan insisted, his ears twitching slightly. “All five of you combined are nothing. I might have reacted a bit strongly just now, but I don’t feel anything anymore.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

At that moment, Yuan Shiyuan felt like he had been dancing non-stop for ten hours without stretching, his muscles aching all over, from the inside out.

Though he’d already applied ointment, the foreign sensation remained stubbornly present.

Even more intolerable to Yuan Shiyuan was the throbbing, aching pressure deep in his lower abdomen.

It felt as if something were violently thrashing inside him, churning his insides into a sour, bloated mess. His once snow-white stomach now bore a mottled patchwork of familiar marks—the unmistakable hues of repeated stretching and tearing from within.

Yuan Shiyuan would never admit it, but this didn’t hinder his rehearsals.

He wasn’t so thoroughly fucked that he could barely walk, let alone rehearse.

“Tomorrow morning, rehearsals will proceed as scheduled,” Yuan Shiyuan declared. “Everything remains as before.”

With the concert looming that evening, he wanted to squeeze in extra rehearsal time during the day to get into the right mindset.

“Is that so?” Bo Jin glanced at him, a faint smile flickering across his lips. “Let’s push it back an hour. You could use the extra sleep.”

His gaze lingered briefly on Yuan Shiyuan’s still-swollen lower abdomen. “And to give you… a little more time to digest.”

Yuan Shiyuan accepted.

He’d been too preoccupied with the Alphas’ shenanigans that night, leaving him short on sleep. To endure the grueling concert ahead, he needed to be well-rested.

“Then it’s settled,” Ying Mingxi murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to Yuan Shiyuan’s hair. “Good night, Shiyuan.”

The other Alphas, needing to confirm some details with the staff, withdrew from the bedroom to avoid disturbing Yuan Shiyuan’s sleep.

They had a clear division of labor: each Alpha would take turns accompanying Yuan Shiyuan for an hour, ensuring he wasn’t left alone.

Jiang Heng took the first shift.

Beneath the snugly tucked-in, snow-white duvet, the two were pressed together, almost seamlessly.

Jiang Heng wrapped his arm around Yuan Shiyuan’s waist, his fingers idly combing through the ends of his hair. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan bury his face in his shoulder, looking utterly lost in thought, a sudden surge of happiness flooded Jiang Heng’s heart.

“What are you thinking about?” Jiang Heng couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m thinking you’ve gone bad,” Yuan Shiyuan replied, glancing at him coolly. “You’re really bad now.”

Yuan Shiyuan never would have imagined that those mischievous acts from just now could have been Jiang Heng’s doing.

Several times, Jiang Heng had teamed up with the other Alphas to deliberately make him guess wrong, subjecting him to attacks so fierce they nearly made his eyes roll back.

Jiang Heng remained noncommittal, gently stroking Yuan Shiyuan’s back with his palm. “Well, that’s not so bad. At least now, you’re thinking about me.”

Yuan Shiyuan froze for a moment before silently burying his face deeper into the Alpha’s shoulder.

The familiar warmth, the familiar embrace, the familiar man—all brought him an overwhelming sense of security.

But… was this hug a little too tight?

Yuan Shiyuan enjoyed physical affection like hugs, but Jiang Heng’s embrace was intensely possessive. Their chests pressed so tightly together, he could almost hear their heartbeats sync.

Just as he was about to pull away, the Alpha tightened his grip, drawing him even deeper into his arms.

Yuan Shiyuan frowned and looked up. Jiang Heng returned his gaze without a flicker of expression, then secretly lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose.

He: “……”

Never mind.

Jiang Heng had just exerted himself completely. To refuse even a close hug would be too cruel.

Yuan Shiyuan tried to push everything that had just happened to the back of his mind, as if to forget it completely. He closed his eyes and curled up in the Alpha’s arms.

Exhausted from the night, sleep claimed him swiftly.

When Yuan Shiyuan groggily opened his eyes later, he instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around the Alpha in front of him.

“Jiang Heng?” he murmured softly.

At the sound of his name, the Alpha’s body stiffened momentarily. He gripped Yuan Shiyuan’s waist with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, slowly exerting force to make him look up.

Then, taking advantage of Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly parted lips, he slid his tongue inside.

The exchange of saliva during the kiss made Yuan Shiyuan realize who it was. He slowly returned the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps between the press of their lips. In a muffled voice thick with congestion, he called out, “Captain?”

“Hmm,” Pei Yanbing finally murmured in reply. “Baby, let me apply the ointment.”

Pei Yanbing pulled out a silk handkerchief and carefully parted the wound to examine it.

The swelling had subsided somewhat, but the wound still appeared raw and muddy red, like berries mashed hundreds of times at high speed, leaving only soft, delectable pulp.

He squeezed a dollop of ointment onto his fingertip and began applying it in gentle circles around the swollen edges of the wound. Once the milky-white ointment had melted and thoroughly moistened the area, he slowly spread it inward, following the slightly parted edges of the wound.

Pei Yanbing’s pheromone was icy, and the ointment felt equally cool. Yuan Shiyuan hummed softly in contentment, nuzzling his cheek against Pei Yanbing’s jaw.

Pei Yanbing enjoyed Yuan Shiyuan’s affectionate nuzzling. His earlobes flushed faintly red as he carefully re-covered the wound with the silk handkerchief after applying the ointment.

“Captain…” Yuan Shiyuan leaned in close, whispering shyly into Pei Yanbing’s ear, “I still want your pheromone.”

Pei Yanbing paused, then replied in an equally hushed tone, “It’s best not to.”

He worried that overexposure to his pheromone might harm Yuan Shiyuan.

But Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t listen. He snatched the silk scarf away himself and, to prevent any leaks, swiftly flipped over, straddling the Alpha.

After resealing the pheromone leak, he collapsed limply against Pei Yanbing’s chest, his hand cradling his bloated belly, his flushed face brimming with satisfaction.

Yuan Shiyuan nuzzled his cheek against the Alpha’s jawline, moving slowly, relishing the icy pheromones caressing his entire body. “Captain, this feels so good…”

Pei Yanbing’s ears burned crimson as he shifted slightly. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan’s delight, he grew bolder, gripping Yuan Shiyuan tighter and continuing.

“Me too, Baby…” he murmured huskily, rubbing his cheek against Yuan Shiyuan’s warm, soft face. “It feels so good.”

The bedroom door was ajar, but the chaotic, intermingling pheromones formed a natural barrier, shrouding the intimate exchange between the two men within in complete secrecy.

Outside, muffled voices discussing work drifted from the living room.

This forced them to move with deliberate slowness, minimizing their movements to the smallest possible motions, suppressing even their sounds to hurried breaths and pounding heartbeats.

Whenever Yuan Shiyuan felt the urge to cry out, he would bite down on the Alpha’s shoulder, bury his scalding face in the crook of his neck, and hum softly against Pei Yanbing’s ear.

When he could bear it no longer, he would nuzzle against the Alpha’s skin, seeking comfort like a small animal.

Pei Yanbing had noticed Yuan Shiyuan’s fondness for such small gestures. They signified Yuan Shiyuan’s trust and reliance on the person before him, his most direct way of expressing affection and fondness.

Pressing his large hand against Yuan Shiyuan’s lower back, Pei Yanbing completed the final thrust. As he released his pheromones, he watched Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes glaze over and narrow in satisfaction, a profound sense of contentment instantly enveloping him.

He couldn’t resist pulling Yuan Shiyuan even closer, pressing their bodies together to deepen the pheromonal exchange.

He was fortunate; for this moment, he alone accompanied Yuan Shiyuan.

But come morning, such luck would likely vanish.

Yuan Shiyuan was always surrounded by people, each more radiant, advantageous, and skilled at winning his favor. Pei Yanbing, by contrast, was merely the quietest, most unremarkable figure in the crowd.

Pei Yanbing had never considered himself special, let alone dared to dream of becoming Yuan Shiyuan’s one and only.

Even so, he was already content. He knew how dull and uninteresting he was—like a tedious ancient tome that grew tiresome after just a few pages.

For Yuan Shiyuan to even allow him close was an unexpected, overwhelming delight.

Pei Yanbing lowered his head, licking away the tear that glistened at the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s eye.

“What are you thinking about?” Yuan Shiyuan murmured, his voice husky with post-coital languor.

The S-rank pheromone brought him another wave of bliss, a profound sense of comfort washing over his entire being. Logically, such prolonged exertion should have left him utterly exhausted.

Yet instead of weariness, his face glowed with a vibrant, almost ostentatious beauty, as if meticulously nourished. His eyes sparkled with an unrestrained allure.

“I was thinking…” Pei Yanbing murmured, his arm tightening silently around Yuan Shiyuan. “How wonderful it would be if you could belong to me alone.”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t respond.

“I won’t belong to anyone,” he sighed, his voice clear and resolute. “I only belong to myself.”

“…”

“I know.” Having received the answer he expected, Pei Yanbing turned his face and gently kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s sweat-dampened cheek. “But I can belong to you.”

The words, whispered softly into his ear, coincided with another peak of pleasure. The tingling in his earlobe spread like electric currents through his body, making Yuan Shiyuan tremble uncontrollably.

The euphoria from absorbing the pheromone was magnified tenfold by this near-confession.

Tears welled in the corners of Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes, his nose, the tips of his eyes, and his cheeks all flushed with a captivating crimson.

He rested his forehead weakly against the Alpha’s shoulder, panting softly, his soft tongue protruding slightly between his teeth, trembling slightly.

“Mm,” he finally murmured lazily after a long pause. “I understand.”