Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Changing Plans
“What?! It’s gone?!”
Yuan Shiyuan had just settled into his makeup chair when he received this devastating news. His voice trembled with obvious panic.
Bo Jin snapped several photos, emphasizing the makeup table, dressing room, and other places where the backpack might have been.
“I’ve already checked all these spots and taken pictures,” he said, handing his mobile phone to Yuan Shiyuan. “Do you remember where you left it?”
“Right next to the makeup table,” Yuan Shiyuan recalled clearly, pointing to a spot in one of the photos. “Right here.”
Yet his small backpack had vanished without a trace.
Jiang Heng offered a possible explanation: “Maybe a staff member took it by mistake or stored it away as a prop.”
“Is there any way to find it then?” Yuan Shiyuan asked.
The backpack itself wasn’t particularly valuable, but it was a birthday gift his younger brother had saved up his allowance to buy him back in middle school. It still had the little plush doll his friends from the welfare institute had given him hanging from it.
“I’ll ask the staff and check the security footage,” Jiang Heng said. “We should be able to find it.”
“You go ahead with the endorsement shoot while we look for it,” Bo Jin said. “Was there anything valuable inside?”
Yuan Shiyuan thought carefully for a moment. “I didn’t put anything valuable in it. The backpack’s an old model, so no one would steal it specifically… Just tissues, wet wipes, and other everyday items.”
There was also an empty bottle of pheromone extract stored in the deepest compartment.
Bo Jin: “It’s hard to say.”
Jiang Heng, surprisingly agreeing with Bo Jin, said, “Even something as simple as tissues or wet wipes can be highly enticing to Sasaengs. This has happened many times before… Let’s start searching first.”
Jiang Heng took charge of checking the surveillance footage, while Bo Jin contacted the staff on-site.
Before long, the backpack was found.
The backpack itself was mostly intact, with only a bit of dust and glitter on the surface—nothing serious, it could be washed off.
However, the little plush doll hanging from it had been torn to shreds, its cotton stuffing spilling from the gaping holes.
Yuan Shiyuan froze when he saw the mangled doll.
“I knew this was your backpack. When I saw you weren’t in the makeup room, I wanted to take it out for you. But I got busy and forgot, leaving it hanging on the hook. When I grabbed something else, I accidentally snagged the doll, tearing it…”
The Omega, who looked quite young, seemed panicked and anxious. “Was the doll very expensive? Even though I’m still a student, I’ll pay for it…”
Before he could finish, he burst into tears.
Yuan Shiyuan was about to speak when Bo Jin firmly placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Bo Jin’s voice was flat, professional: “Check if anything’s missing first.”
“I never opened it…” The Omega froze, rushing forward to explain. But Bo Jin sidestepped him just as he reached out.
Though Yuan Shiyuan had undergone secondary differentiation, he couldn’t shake his Alpha instincts or the ingrained protective urge that ran deep in his bones.
“It’s alright, don’t be nervous,” he reassured the Omega. “You don’t need to pay for it. It wasn’t expensive.”
Bo Jin frowned at the Omega, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan still offering tissues, he quickly pulled Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder against his own.
“I didn’t mean to accuse you,” Yuan Shiyuan soothed gently. But the Omega still glanced nervously at Bo Jin, clearly terrified of him. Yuan Shiyuan could only say, “It’s a minor matter. You can go back to work now.”
The Omega wiped his tears and left.
Bo Jin couldn’t understand why he was so angry. “Why are you comforting him instead? You’re the one who was wronged, right?”
“Huh?” Yuan Shiyuan blinked, then replied instinctively, “He’s an Omega after all…”
“Does being an Omega give him the right to break other people’s things? And he didn’t even apologize—just cried.”
“He’s probably just nervous. He’s still so young…”
Yuan Shiyuan understood.
The Omega looked young, clearly still in school. He instinctively recalled his own part-time jobs, where he’d also faced harassment from customers and bosses.
Though the Omega’s good intentions had backfired, Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t bring himself to lash out over such a minor incident.
His upbringing had always taught him to respect and protect Omegas—it was his natural duty as an Alpha.
“Are you really that much older?”
Bo Jin’s question caught Yuan Shiyuan completely off guard. He paused to consider it, realizing, Oh, right.
He wasn’t actually that old himself.
Yuan Shiyuan felt for the Omega, balancing school and work. But isn’t that exactly what I’m doing too?
He rarely thought about his age, perhaps because he’d spent so long at the welfare institute, caring for his younger siblings and standing up for kids being bullied. After his adoption, he continued to play the older brother role. He’d grown accustomed to casting himself in that senior position.
“You’re right about that,” Yuan Shiyuan agreed. Then, he inexplicably looked up, “But… why are you so angry?”
“I’m not angry,” Bo Jin insisted.
“Then why are you yelling at me?”
Bo Jin immediately clarified, “I’m not yelling at you.”
He simply felt an unbearable tightness in his chest, coupled with intense frustration. He couldn’t understand why Yuan Shiyuan would be so kind and patient with an Omega he’d never met, especially when the Omega had clearly made a mistake. Yuan Shiyuan’s belongings had been damaged, yet he hadn’t even demanded an apology, instead comforting the crying stranger first?
Just because Yuan Shiyuan doesn’t cry?
Or is it because Yuan Shiyuan is an Alpha, so he should just endure all the injustice?
What infuriated Bo Jin most was that Yuan Shiyuan seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one being wronged.
Just like when they first met—Bo Jin had treated Yuan Shiyuan terribly, yet Yuan Shiyuan had smiled at him so cheerfully.
Like a soft, palm-sized little plush doll, easily squeezed by anyone who wanted to.
Yuan Shiyuan genuinely couldn’t grasp Bo Jin’s perspective.
To him, this whole incident was nothing more than a trivial matter.
“If you’re not yelling, why are you raising your voice?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, his face stern, pretending to be angry. “You were speaking so loudly just now. You scared me.”
He then raised his own voice, his fair skin flushed, glaring in mock indignation.
It looked quite authentic.
Bo Jin, who had been wearing a sullen expression just moments before, now wore a rare look of panic on his handsome face, his tone softening slightly. “I didn’t…”
“Shiyuan, time for the photoshoot!”
A staff member’s voice interrupted their conversation. Yuan Shiyuan glanced back and called out in acknowledgement, then playfully shook his fist at Bo Jin, feigning menace.
He grinned, patted Bo Jin’s arm like one might pat a dog, and gave it a playful tug. “I have to go work now.”
“Hold this for me,” he said, shoving his backpack and the broken plush doll into Bo Jin’s arms. “I’ll figure out what to do with it later.”
Bo Jin wasn’t entirely sure what Yuan Shiyuan’s last gesture meant, or what hidden meaning lay behind it.
But he knew Yuan Shiyuan was angry, because his earlier tone had been unusually harsh.
Though Bo Jin thought Yuan Shiyuan always spoke in that tone, he didn’t argue. Precisely because Yuan Shiyuan was different, he needed special treatment.
Nearby, Yuan Shiyuan was surrounded by a crowd, dazzling under the spotlights with a radiant smile. Bo Jin lowered his gaze to the shattered plush doll in his hands, still vividly remembering Yuan Shiyuan’s expression of utter devastation when he first saw it, as if the sky had fallen.
He knew Yuan Shiyuan cherished this little plush doll deeply.
Even when sleeping, he has to keep his plush doll at the head of the bed and cover it with a little blanket.
What a childish idiot.
Bo Jin’s brows furrowed in dissatisfaction the moment he accepted the sewing kit from the staff. The dark cotton thread clashed starkly with Yuan Shiyuan’s light-colored plush doll. If he used it directly, the stitches would be glaringly out of place and ugly.
After a moment’s contemplation, he decisively snipped off the hem of his shirt and deftly picked out the light-colored silk thread from the lining.
The stylist passing by gasped audibly. If he wasn’t mistaken, the shirt Bo Jin was wearing was haute couture!
Only after confirming that the extracted thread wouldn’t stand out did Bo Jin settle into a corner of the venue and begin mending the torn plush doll, stitch by painstaking stitch.
His meticulous focus resembled that of a surgeon performing a delicate operation.
Soon, the plush doll was repaired as good as new. Bo Jin stretched out its limbs to examine them, and after ensuring the stitches were neat and uniform, he stood up with a sigh of relief.
“It’s fixed? Already?”
Yuan Shiyuan hadn’t expected this at all. He had only been taking photos for a while, and the “dismembered” plush doll was already as good as new.
He excitedly picked up the doll and turned it over, examining it in disbelief. “Your sewing skills are amazing! You can’t even tell it was repaired!”
Bo Jin turned his face away, the tips of his ears burning slightly. “…I didn’t fix it.”
“Oh~ The little puppy fixed it.”
“Are you calling me a dog?”
Yuan Shiyuan deliberately held up the little plush doll and waved it in front of Bo Jin’s face. “Didn’t you say you didn’t fix it?”
Bo Jin’s expression grew slightly awkward. “How did you figure it out?”
“The hem of your shirt is missing a piece. Don’t tell me that’s part of the design.”
Yuan Shiyuan leaned closer with a smile, unable to suppress his admiration. “I never imagined you had such skillful hands. My younger brother used to try fixing things for me when we were little, but his stitching always ended up a bit uneven on both sides.”
“Now you’ve made it perfectly symmetrical!”
A barely perceptible upturn tugged at the corner of Bo Jin’s lips before he quickly suppressed it. His tone remained nonchalant. “What’s the big deal?”
He added casually, “There’s plenty I can do.”
As Bo Jin watched Yuan Shiyuan flip the plush doll over and over with obvious delight, his throat bobbed. He softened his voice slightly. “Are you still angry?”
“What?”
“I know I overreacted earlier. Part of it was because he almost touched me. I don’t like being touched.”
“Besides, I hate how he cries over every little thing. You didn’t even cry when he ruined your doll. I already found him and apologized too.”
Yuan Shiyuan set down the plush doll and looked earnestly at Bo Jin.
Bo Jin grew increasingly uncomfortable under his intense gaze. He rarely bared his soul or revealed his feelings to others. Recalling Yuan Shiyuan’s earlier comment about his loud voice, he unconsciously lowered his tone.
“So… please don’t be angry, okay?”
Yuan Shiyuan paused, then looked up earnestly and said, “I’m not angry at all. Actually, I was worried about you.”
“Worried about me?”
“Yeah. If the public sees you treating a commoner like this, what will the netizens say about you?”
Bo Jin’s public image was already less than stellar. Yuan Shiyuan could easily imagine the headlines: Overseas Tycoon Bo Jin Abuses His Power, Arrogant Celestial Dragon.
Yuan Shiyuan was worried about him.
Once this realization dawned on Bo Jin, he felt an inexplicable surge of strength coursing through him.
“I understand your caution too,” he said.
Due to his troubled upbringing, Bo Jin found it impossible to truly open his heart to anyone. His pheromone hypersensitivity meant that even the seemingly frailest Omega could become a fatal vulnerability.
Yuan Shiyuan looked at him, then glanced down at his perfectly restored little plush doll. His voice turned earnest. “But why didn’t you tell me you fixed it in the first place? If you don’t tell me, doesn’t that make all your effort pointless?”
Bo Jin frowned, puzzled. “Why would it be for nothing? Your plush doll is fixed, isn’t it?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Yuan Shiyuan realized, noticing Bo Jin’s way of thinking differed from his own. “You have to tell me what you did.”
“And if I tell you, you’ll understand?”
“Of course! Do you want me to guess?” Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow. “Tell me, and I’ll be even nicer to you. Isn’t that how good friends act?”
Good friends…
“Got it,” Bo Jin said, carefully memorizing Yuan Shiyuan’s words. Then, awkwardly, he added, “No one ever taught me to do that.”
“What do you mean?” Yuan Shiyuan grinned, looking up at him. “Are you hinting that you want me to teach you?”
“I don’t have time for that. Figure it out yourself.”
“…Fine.”
Bo Jin had genuinely expected Yuan Shiyuan to seize the opportunity and lecture him.
He wasn’t surprised by Yuan Shiyuan’s response. His social ineptitude was his own problem, and Yuan Shiyuan had no obligation to teach him.
“Just kidding! I’ll try to teach you, okay?”
Yuan Shiyuan picked up the little plush doll and nudged Bo Jin’s shoulder with it, his lips curving into a wide, happy smile. “After all, we’re good buddies.”
Bo Jin watched as Yuan Shiyuan hung the plush doll back on his backpack. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked quietly.
“Didn’t I say I wasn’t angry?” Yuan Shiyuan said. “How about you? Are you feeling any better?”
“If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“Then I’m really happy right now. Are you happy too?”
“Mm-hmm.” Bo Jin looked at him expressionlessly. His features were naturally stern, but the deliberately softened tone of his voice gave him an almost humble air.
He emphasized again, repeating, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Yuan Shiyuan keenly sensed that something had changed in Bo Jin, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Could it be that Bo Jin had taken his earlier joke seriously?
“I rarely get genuinely angry, and even fewer things can actually make me mad,” he explained after a moment’s thought, adding with a playful grin, “Just don’t pull any Alpha-type stunts like stealing my underwear.”
Bo Jin stared at Yuan Shiyuan’s parting lips. “Understood.”
“Understood what?”
Bo Jin had selectively heard only what he wanted to hear, still clinging to Yuan Shiyuan’s words, even the ones meant as a joke.
“I won’t raise my voice at you anymore.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze, his expression turning slightly exasperated.
He’d played “pretend to be angry” with many friends before, but he was beginning to realize that Bo Jin took everything too seriously. Every casual joke Yuan Shiyuan made seemed to stick with him.
No wonder Bo Jin had suddenly lowered his voice—he was afraid of angering Yuan Shiyuan.
“Alright, no more yelling at me,” Yuan Shiyuan said with a smile, tossing his backpack over. “You promised.”
Bo Jin caught the backpack. “To be safe, we should still check it,” he reminded him. “It’s not about targeting that Omega, but… others might have touched your bag too.”
“Many sasaeng fans sneak into venues to steal artists’ belongings, either to sell them or for other reasons. Some even break into artists’ hotel rooms and rummage through their trash.”
Yuan Shiyuan, new to the industry, hadn’t fully grasped his current fame or the lengths sasaeng fans would go to.
“I hadn’t really thought about that,” Yuan Shiyuan mused. “He seemed so well-behaved, and being an Omega… he didn’t seem like a bad person.”
More importantly, his backpack only contained cheap daily necessities—the bag and its contents were worth less than 500 yuan combined. The thought of someone stealing it had never crossed his mind.
Yuan Shiyuan unzipped the bag and began meticulously inspecting it, his expression suddenly turning serious.
“Is anything valuable missing?” Bo Jin asked softly.
Yuan Shiyuan shook his head. “I didn’t keep anything valuable in there. It’s just… the pheromone extract is gone.”
He spoke, a look of utter bewilderment on his face, unable to fathom why anyone would steal that.
A chill ran down Yuan Shiyuan’s spine. He lowered his head and meticulously checked every inch of his person, inside and out.
Thankfully, he had just replenished his pheromone extract and had been fed pheromones by Ying Mingxi. He felt no feverish heat, his gland showed no discomfort, and filming was nearing its end…
The pheromone extract proved nothing, leaving Yuan Shiyuan even more perplexed. Why would someone steal this thing?
And there was an even more pressing concern.
As the doctor had warned, Yuan Shiyuan’s need for S-rank alpha pheromones far exceeded expectations. He practically needed a fresh dose every few hours.
Now, the pheromones extracted from his five teammates were dwindling rapidly…
Filming wrapped up.
Yuan Shiyuan bid farewell to each staff member. He slumped bonelessly into the car seat, feeling like his bones had been removed.
Bo Jin subtly adjusted the seat back to recline, allowing Yuan Shiyuan to rest more comfortably. His fingertips paused slightly as they brushed against the ends of Yuan Shiyuan’s hair.
A faint fragrance drifted to his nose.
Bo Jin glanced downward almost imperceptibly.
Yuan Shiyuan lay sprawled in the seat, utterly unguarded, resting from the heat. He had rolled up the loose hems of his pants to mid-thigh, exposing a shocking expanse of pale, smooth skin.
The exposed skin was dazzlingly white, tinged with a faint blush.
Perhaps it was Bo Jin’s imagination, but the inner thigh seemed particularly delicate and tender.
A fleeting fragrance drifted from that direction…
“What are you staring at?”
Yuan Shiyuan glanced down at his sweaty calves. He grabbed a tissue and casually wiped them. “It was so hot outside earlier. Just wiping off the sweat.”
“No need, I’ll take care of it.” Bo Jin snatched the tissue.
He moved with deliberate caution, yet his gaze seemed to have a mind of its own, repeatedly drifting toward the pale inner thigh.
Was it just his imagination?
The closer he got, the more intense the fragrance became, stirring an inexplicable heat within him.
Hesitantly, Bo Jin wiped upward, as if trying to uncover some hidden truth. But Yuan Shiyuan was remarkably alert. He suddenly clamped his knees together, trapping Bo Jin’s large hand between them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Yuan Shiyuan demanded, his expression wary.
Enveloped by the warm, delicate touch, Bo Jin’s mind went blank.
“Just checking if your thigh was sweaty,” he said, his tone nonchalant.
Yuan Shiyuan remained cautious. Moments ago, Bo Jin had nearly touched his gland.
Thank goodness I reacted quickly.
“Let’s give everyone a round of applause for their hard work these past few days!”
“Everyone’s been swamped with engagements, and Shiyuan even landed a top-tier luxury endorsement. Scepter is finally holding its head high,” Zhuang He said, his face glowing with pride. He shifted gears, “But there’s something I want to discuss with you all.”
“Your popularity is soaring right now. We should strike while the iron’s hot and book more appearances and team activities. However, after careful consideration, I still believe your creative work is more crucial. The new album has been delayed for too long. You drafted some initial tracks during the filming of ‘Struggling to Survive.’ They’re good, but they need refinement.”
“My plan is to focus primarily on the album and prepare for the upcoming concert. We’ll intersperse group variety shows and other appearances to give you some downtime, and you can also use the time to prepare for future auditions.”
Yuan Shiyuan, who was taking many classes, had no objections to the plan. “I’m fine with that.”
“Me too,” the others agreed. They unanimously believed that chasing fleeting popularity was short-sighted, while producing solid creative work was the key to lasting success.
With the general direction of their future schedule settled, Zhuang He turned to Yuan Shiyuan with a kind smile. “The company is also planning to release a solo album for you. If any suitable tracks come my way, I’ll have you take a look first…”
“I’ve written a few songs myself,” Yuan Shiyuan said, straightening up. “But they were just casual attempts, not very professional.”
“Then let Jiang Heng take a look for you. He’s a songwriting genius. Then you two can discuss it together,” Zhuang He exclaimed, surprised. “Why didn’t you mention you write songs earlier? It was the same with the piano—you suddenly showed off your skills on that variety show, and clips went viral everywhere.”
“Some haters even claimed it was scripted or prerecorded, but tons of live audience members came forward to prove them wrong. It drove them crazy!”
Ying Mingxi opened a bottle of mineral water for Yuan Shiyuan and murmured, “Don’t let the online comments bother you.”
“I won’t let something like that get to me,” Yuan Shiyuan replied with a smile.
He was far too busy to care about such insignificant people.
After releasing his album, he had to prepare for performances, juggling song recordings and rehearsals. On top of that, he was already gearing up for his upcoming TV drama, with the company scheduling various training sessions for him.
Yuan Shiyuan carefully studied his schedule.
He hadn’t gotten a haircut recently, and when he looked down, strands of pink hair brushed his collarbones, tickling him slightly.
Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to brush them aside, Jiang Heng suddenly appeared beside him. His slender fingers wove through Yuan Shiyuan’s hair, deftly tying it into a small topknot.
His movements were so practiced, as if he’d done this countless times before.
Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head, puzzled. “Where did you get the hair tie?”
“Saw it in the makeup room and grabbed one,” Jiang Heng replied casually.
Ying Mingche suddenly leaned in, propping his elbow on the back of the chair to wedge himself between them. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “That’s quite a ‘convenience’ you’ve got there, isn’t it? Why not ‘conveniently’ grab some for us brothers too?”
“Don’t you have hands?” Jiang Heng asked.
“Just admit you’re playing favorites. It’s not like it’s embarrassing,” Ying Mingche said, pinching the little bun at the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head and lowering his head to sniff it. “So cute.”
“As expected of Scepter’s little princess.”
Yuan Shiyuan shuddered, goosebumps prickling his skin. When fans said similar things, he felt bashful and embarrassed. But when Ying Mingche said it, he only felt disgusted.
“Cut it out,” Yuan Shiyuan said, swatting away Ying Mingche’s face and smiling at Jiang Heng. “Thanks.”
Yuan Shiyuan carefully studied his schedule, tapping his finger lightly on the screen as he made notes.
He didn’t need a professional assessment to know his biggest weakness: physical stamina.
Stage performances demanded sustained, high-intensity dance routines, which burned through energy. Though he’d taken dance classes as a child, building a decent foundation, he needed to boost his endurance to complete the entire show in peak condition.
Yuan Shiyuan took a sip of mineral water, casually setting the bottle on the small table next to him as he pondered his training plan.
“I’m thirsty too. Let me have a sip.”
Ying Mingche, fearing he’d miss out, swiftly snatched the half-empty bottle from the table.
He twisted open the cap with an air of blissful anticipation, his thin lips pressing to the bottle’s mouth. The moment the rich, intoxicating aroma hit him, he froze, his hand trembling slightly.
Across the car, Ying Mingxi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
“Am I imagining things?”
Ying Mingche licked his lips, the sweet, alluring taste lingering between his teeth. He propped his hand on the back of the seat and turned to gaze at Yuan Shiyuan’s face. “Why does your water taste so particularly sweet?”
“And… there’s an omega scent?”
The car fell silent instantly.
Zhuang He’s expression stiffened.
Yuan Shiyuan met Ying Mingche’s gaze with remarkable composure. “Could someone have touched my water? An Omega, perhaps?”
He turned to Ying Mingxi.
Ying Mingxi had personally opened the bottle and handed it to him.
“Brother, where did you get this water?” Ying Mingche frowned. “Was it touched by an Omega?”
Ying Mingxi calmly explained, “I bought it from a nearby convenience store. No one else handled it after that.”
He added firmly, “I also checked for any signs of tampering, like needle marks, after I bought it.”
Ying Mingxi had always been a meticulous man.
“That’s strange, then. Where could this omega scent be coming from?” Yuan Shiyuan joked, “It couldn’t possibly be me, could it?”
Cold sweat trickled down Zhuang He’s back.
Ying Mingche chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on the bottle’s surface. Leaning closer, he raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Shall I give you a check-up, then?”
With that, he moved to bury his face in the gland at the nape of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck.
Pei Yanbing, who had remained silent until now, suddenly seized Ying Mingche’s collar with his black-gloved hand, yanking him aside like a pair of iron tongs. Ying Mingche crashed into the chair back with a muffled thud.
A wave of astonished gazes turned toward them.
No one had expected Pei Yanbing, who typically showed utter indifference to everything, to suddenly intervene like this.
“He’s exhausted and needs rest,” Pei Yanbing said, his voice flat but laced with warning. “Don’t joke like that.”
“Alright, Captain’s orders,” Ying Mingche shrugged, not taking it seriously. “What kind of joke is that anyway? Our Princess Yuanyuan could never be an Omega.”
He pondered for a moment. “Maybe he brushed against an Omega’s perfume? That’s possible… Don’t drink that water, though.”
Ying Mingche sniffed Yuan Shiyuan like a dog, muttering, “You’ve got an omega scent all over you now.”
Yuan Shiyuan subtly exhaled in relief, having finally managed to bluff his way through.
Still, this incident served as a wake-up call.
The pheromone concentration in his saliva was clearly very low. Given his conscious suppression, how could Ying Mingche possibly have detected it?
Was it because Ying Mingche possessed an innately keen sense of smell? Or did the senses of highly compatible Alphas and Omegas become more heightened?
What truly alarmed Yuan Shiyuan was his gland’s current reaction.
It hadn’t been long since he last replenished his pheromone extract, and he had even absorbed a significant amount of Ying Mingxi’s pheromones—in high concentration, no less.
How much time had passed? Yet his gland seemed to sense the presence of five highly compatible S-rank alphas nearby, already starting to faintly heat up again.
Yuan Shiyuan had a premonition that relying solely on smelling pheromones or drinking pheromone extract to suppress his heat cycle would soon prove ineffective.
Just as the doctor had warned, this approach only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. His heat cycle had been suppressed for too long and could no longer be easily pacified.
He needed to be injected with a deeper, more intense level of highly compatible S-rank alpha pheromones, until every fiber of his being was saturated…
A single S-rank pheromone source was no longer enough to satisfy him.
Gazing at the five 100% compatible S-rank alphas around him, Yuan Shiyuan felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Yuan Shiyuan didn’t want to dwell on the worst-case scenario, but what if it came to pass? What if he suddenly went into heat one day, and all five Alphas were a 100% match for him?
He shuddered at the thought.
The doctor had warned him that his reproductive cavity was underdeveloped and smaller than average. Any sexual activity would require extensive preparation and foreplay.
One S-rank alpha was already more than he could handle. Five at once? He’d be utterly overwhelmed.
Yuan Shiyuan needed to revise his plans.
For the sake of his physical health and stamina, perhaps… he should test the waters with an S-rank first?
They were all good friends; surely they’d be willing to help him out… right?
But here’s the dilemma:
Who to choose?
Author’s Note:
Sorry, I couldn’t hold back! 😅💖💛