I’ve been in an arranged marriage with my Alpha husband for a year, and he hasn't touched me once. The night before I planned to serve him divorce papers, I drugged his drink. Suddenly, a series of glowing comments started scrolling across my vision: 【Wait, why aren't you running?!】 【He isn't asexual, he's terrified of hurting you!】 【He spends every rut using high-strength suppressants just to keep from losing control and breaking you!】 【The Male Lead is obsessed and has a literal addiction. He stares at your photo every night until… well, that dose you gave him is going to cause a total meltdown!】 【R.I.P. to that wall. It’s coming down tonight.】 The next second, Caleb Sterling slammed me against the wall. His palms were so hot they made my skin crawl. His breath was scorching, his voice a terrifying rasp: "What... did you give me?" 01 Caleb gripped my wrists, the pressure bordering on painful. His body heat was staggering, his breath fanning against the side of my neck and sending shivers down my spine. I tried to pull away, but he pinned me with one hand. "Caleb, let go!" The moment the words left my mouth, he leaned in, his nose brushing against the scent gland at the nape of my neck. I froze. In that instant, the comments exploded in front of me again: 【Did the MC really drug him?! Does he want to die?】 【He thinks Caleb is cold, but the guy is actually just deeply insecure. He's too afraid to even speak to him!】 【Caleb is basically a ticking bomb of repressed desire. He's dying to get close but he's terrified of being rejected!】 【He has no idea that Caleb sneaks into his room every night after he falls asleep...】 【His self-control was already at 1%, and now it’s gone.】 My pupils contracted. My head was spinning. Drugged? Addiction? Staring at my photo...? Before I could process this data dump, Caleb’s breathing hitched. He snapped his head up, the muscles in his neck taut. His eyes were dark and predatory. "The new SI-3 Induction Serum," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my ear. "It lasts for six hours." He was backing me into a corner. The contrast between the cold wall and his burning chest made my spine tingle. Wait. The drug I got from my friend was supposed to be a sedative. How did it turn into an Induction Serum? Before I could think, Caleb’s hand covered the back of my neck. The scent of intense, chilled bourbon—his pheromones—hit me like a tidal wave. I was stunned. My legs turned to jelly, and I collapsed into his chest. Something was wrong. A ridiculous thought entered my mind. As a Beta, I wasn't supposed to be able to smell an Alpha’s pheromones. So why could I smell him? 02 A strange, embarrassing heat surged from deep within me. My body was screaming to get closer to him. It felt as if I was the one who had been drugged, not him. I tried to fight the instinct, but my breathing was becoming erratic. Caleb’s thumb, slightly calloused, rubbed against the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. "Don't... don't touch me..." I whispered, biting my lip. A wave of inexplicable pleasure shot through me. My scalp felt numb, and my fingertips were trembling. He leaned in until his lips were grazing my ear. "I heard that if the pheromone injection is strong enough, even a Beta can be marked. Is that true?" His voice was a low hook, dragging across my heart. My head was swimming. I wanted him to hold me, to kiss me... But for the past year, Caleb had refused to even look at me. He acted as if my very touch was repulsive. Once, I accidentally brushed his hand, and he looked horrified. He’d spent thirty minutes scrubbing himself in the shower afterward. The comments couldn't be true. I struggled to push him away, trying to escape the suffocation of his scent. But Caleb suddenly lowered his head. He nipped at the gland on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin before he bit down. The scent of heavy liquor flooded my system. The last string of my logic snapped. I reached up, hooked my arms around his neck, and kissed him. 03 When I woke up the next day, I felt like I’d been hit by a semi-truck. My wrists ached. My waist ached. My legs ached. Caleb was a madman. He said six hours, and he meant exactly six hours. A knock came at the door, followed by a low, distant voice. "You awake?" "Breakfast is ready. Come eat." I rubbed my lower back, too exhausted to be dramatic. I dragged myself to the bathroom, cleaned up, and walked out. There was only one bowl on the table. I looked at Caleb in confusion. He was sitting by the window with his laptop, looking perfectly composed and professional. The morning sun highlighted his sharp jawline. "Aren't you eating?" I asked, my voice a hoarse wreck. Speaking made the hidden bite mark on my neck sting. He didn't look up. "I have files to process for the office. You eat." His tone was cold, a universe away from the man who had lost his mind the night before. Bitterness rose in my throat. Right. Typical. The comments were a lie. In a year of marriage, he had never once sat at the same table with me. He always waited for me to finish before he’d even enter the room. Suddenly, the screen flashed in front of me again: 【Pffft, look at him acting! He’s trying so hard to look cool!】 【I'm dying. His 'processing files' is just him refreshing his desktop every three seconds.】 【Honey, he isn't avoiding breakfast with you. He’s waiting to eat your leftovers because he’s that obsessed!】 I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. I looked away from the chat and checked Caleb’s reflection in the glass of the window. His ears were bright red. His eyes were darting everywhere. And on his screen? He wasn't working. He was playing Minesweeper with a look of intense, life-or-death concentration. The chat continued: 【Six hours straight! After the MC passed out, Caleb just sat there holding his hand... honestly, the devotion.】 【He acts like a prince, but he’s just an insecure stalker on the inside.】 【He fell for you at first sight years before the wedding.】 【He was so afraid his 'addiction' would scare you away that he only dared to sneak into your room at night to smell your clothes.】 04 My heart skipped a beat. I quickly looked away. Caleb shut his laptop and walked over. "Your father called. He wants us over for lunch." "Oh." I wasn't thrilled. I hated going back to that house. He paused, his eyes lingering on the red marks near my collarbone. He frowned slightly. "That... stuff from last night. Where did you get it?" I looked up at him. Before I could answer, he looked away, his voice returning to its flat, robotic tone. "Never mind. Don't use that kind of thing on me again." He hesitated for a half-second, his voice dropping an octave. "In the future... I will fulfill my marital obligations." Without waiting for a response, he turned and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Obligations? I gripped my fork, feeling like a weight was pressing on my chest. Just then, my phone rang. It was my friend from the lab, Theo. As soon as I picked up, he started yelling: "Dude! Do NOT use that stuff I gave you! I grabbed the wrong bottle!" "..." "I checked the lab logs this morning. The labels were only one letter apart! That wasn't a sedative. It was a concentrated Alpha Induction Serum—basically, high-grade Alpha viagra... and it’s potent as hell." He lowered his voice, sounding guilty. "You... you didn't use it yet, right?" I took a slow breath, my jaw tightening. "Theo." "Yeah?" "Get your eyes checked. Now." I hung up before I could scream at him. So, Caleb thought I was so desperate for him that I had to drug him?
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