I slept with the Supreme Commander of the Federation. My goal was to borrow his S-class pheromones to cure my genetic disease. After the treatment, I ran, casually leaving a single coin on his nightstand. It was an acknowledgment of his... services. I thought my plan was flawless. Until three months later, I was pinned to the ground while buying suppressants in the black market. Arthur pressed his gun against the back of my head, his tone freezing cold: "Finally caught you." "Ethan, I was very dissatisfied with that one-dollar tip you left that night." I instinctively shielded my stomach. No other reason. Just that this "job" had resulted in a little surprise. 1 When Arthur caught me, I was throwing up. Leaning against the filthy wall of the black market, I was retching so hard I thought I'd bring up bile. Being pregnant... this whole thing was way too out of bounds for a guy who had been an Alpha for twenty-six years. I should have just stabbed Arthur that night instead of getting soft-hearted and merely using him as an antidote. "Are you done throwing up?" A voice as cold as ice came from above. My spine stiffened. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. That pheromone scent, like frozen earth after a blizzard—there was no second person in the entire Federation with it. Arthur. The Supreme Commander of the Federation, an S-class Alpha known as the "Mad Dog." He was also my former partner and my current mortal enemy. I wiped my mouth, slowly stood up straight, turned around, and flashed him a grin. "Well, Commander Arthur. Long time no see. Missed me that much?" Arthur didn't smile. Behind him stood a fully armed special forces squad, their muzzles pointing uniformly at my head. This kind of lineup was a bit excessive, even for my funeral. Arthur, his black-gloved fingers resting on his holster, ran his dark, brooding gaze over me. Finally, his eyes settled on my stomach. My heart skipped a beat. I was wearing loose clothes, so I wasn't showing much, but his eyes were as venomous as a snake's. "Your skills have slipped, Ethan." "You used to be able to smell me three streets away. Now I'm standing right behind you, and you're dealing with morning sickness?" He used the term "morning sickness." Not "nausea." My pupils contracted slightly, and the dagger in my hand quietly slipped into my palm. "My stomach's been acting up lately. Ate something bad." "What, does Commander Arthur care about my diet now?" Arthur let out a cold laugh. The next second, he struck without warning. If it were the old days, I could have gone three hundred rounds with him. But now? First, my legs were weak from throwing up. Second, the aftereffects of my genetic disease, combined with the little vampire in my belly, meant my stamina was currently worse than a Beta's. I only had time to raise my arm to block. Crack. Sharp pain shot through my wrist. Just like that, he twisted my arms behind my back and slammed me hard against the grimy wall. "Ugh... Arthur, you son of a..." "Shh." The cold barrel of the gun pressed against the back of my head. Arthur leaned in close to my ear, his tone freezing: "Finally caught you." "Ethan, I was very dissatisfied with that one-dollar tip you left that night." 2 I was taken back to Federal Prison No. 3. This place was specifically for S-class felons, known as the "Living Tomb." And I was enjoying the highest level of treatment—personal interrogation by Arthur. The heat was off in the interrogation room, and it was bone-chillingly cold. I was locked in a specialized interrogation chair, my hands and feet tightly shackled. These shackles could suppress pheromones; if I struggled too much, they would release a high-voltage shock. Arthur sat across from me, slowly and methodically cleaning his gun. It was the birthday present I gave him back in the day. I didn't expect him to keep it until now, much less plan to use it to shoot me. "Ethan, three years on the run, and this is what you've reduced yourself to?" He looked up at me, his gaze critical. I was definitely looking rough right now. I'd been stripped down to a single, thin T-shirt. My abdomen was throbbing dully from the violent struggle earlier. I gritted my teeth, fighting back the waves of nausea welling up in my throat. "I'm doing alright." I forced a smirk. "Just came back for a family visit, you know." "Family visit?" Arthur acted like he'd just heard a joke. "Visiting who? That former partner you shot through the shoulder and left in the ruins?" Arthur had a through-and-through scar on his body. I did that. Three years ago, the first signs of my genetic breakdown appeared. To avoid dragging him down, and to find a banned drug only available on the black market, I orchestrated a defection. I deliberately missed his vital organs with that shot, but I didn't expect him to hold a grudge until now. "That was an accident." "The gun misfired." SLAM! Arthur slammed his hand on the table. "An accident?" "And sneaking into my residence, drugging me, and using me like a cheap gigolo for a night—was that an accident too?!" I didn't expect things to turn out like that either. Three months ago, I desperately needed Arthur's bone marrow fluid or highly concentrated pheromones as a catalyst for my medicine. I sneaked into his residence, originally planning to just draw a vial of his blood. Who knew I'd walk right into the middle of his explosive rut? The whole room was filled with that maddening scent. As an Alpha whose genes were on the verge of collapse, being stimulated by that top-tier oppressive aura caused an immediate, massive rejection reaction. I went crazy too. Only one thought remained in my mind: I need him. What happened next was a blur. I only remember biting, tangling, and him calling my name in the haze of passion. But I couldn't admit it. If I admitted it, not only would I lose the cub, I'd lose my life too. "Commander Arthur, you need evidence for those claims." I stared into his eyes, forcing myself to stay calm. "Your residence is heavily guarded. How could I possibly get in? Besides, I'm an Alpha, you're an Alpha. How do two rock-hard men sleep together? A sword fight?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. "You're an Alpha?" He suddenly reached out, his hand moving toward the scent gland on the back of my neck. There was a heavy-duty blocker patch stuck there. "Ethan, your pheromone scent has changed." "It used to smell like strong liquor, now..." He leaned in closer and sniffed, frowning. "Why does it smell like milk?" 3 A herd of wild horses was trampling through my heart. That was the specific scent of an Omega during pregnancy. Even a blocker patch couldn't completely hide it. "It's a new cologne. You wouldn't get it." "Is it?" Arthur sneered. His fingers suddenly tightened, ready to rip off the blocker patch. "Then let me smell what brand this cologne is." "Don't touch me!" I panicked and struggled violently. If he discovered my scent gland had mutated into an Omega's, everything was over. The shackles sensed my struggle and instantly released a high-voltage current. Zzzzt—! "Ugh!" Agony ripped through my entire body. My vision went black, and I slumped in the chair, convulsing. The electricity didn't just shock my nerves; it stimulated my already unstable reproductive cavity. It felt like someone had viciously kicked my stomach. The pain made me curl up, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back. "Ethan!" Arthur didn't seem to expect me to react this violently. He immediately cut the power and reached out to slap my face. "Stop playing dead! That was nothing!" I didn't have the energy to play dead. I was in real pain. I could even feel something slowly slipping away. "Medicine..." I gripped his sleeve. "Give me my medicine..." "What medicine?" Arthur's face changed; he must have realized something was very wrong. My body temperature was dropping rapidly, and my lips had turned a purplish-blue. "I have a genetic disease... I need my suppressants..." I shivered, speaking half-truths. I couldn't say "pregnancy-preserving drugs." If I did, it would be two lives lost. Arthur stared at me dead on, his eyes unreadable. Just when I thought he was going to watch me die in pain, he suddenly turned and pulled a syringe from the drawer of the interrogation table. It was a military emergency med-kit. Without hesitation, he injected it into my jugular vein. The liquid pushed in, freezing cold. The pain eased slightly. I gasped for air, like a fish just pulled out of the water. Arthur threw away the syringe and grabbed my chin again. "Ethan, what exactly are you hiding from me?" "I've checked your physical data. An S-class Alpha's constitution wouldn't collapse from that little bit of electricity." "Unless..." His gaze moved down again, locking onto my abdomen. It was still spasming from the pain. "Unless your physical structure has mutated." "Take off your clothes." "What?" I froze for a second. "I said, take off your clothes." Arthur stood up straight. "Or do I have to do it for you?" "Right here? Are you crazy, Arthur?" "I do what I want, where I want." He didn't give me a chance to refuse, grabbing the hem of my T-shirt directly. Riiiip— The fabric tore. My upper body was exposed to the air. It wasn't a pretty sight. Because my body was covered in scars. Knife wounds, bullet wounds, burn marks—crisscrossing like an ugly web. Arthur's gaze didn't linger on those old scars. He stared at my lower abdomen. There was a slight bulge there. If you didn't look closely, you'd think it was just relaxed muscle. But Arthur reached out and placed his hand over it. I shuddered, instinctively trying to pull back, but there was nowhere to hide. "What is this?" His voice trembled. It carried extreme shock and disbelief. "A lump? A tumor?" He pressed down slightly. I let out a muffled groan. The little cub inside, as if sensing the approach of its other half's bloodline, actually moved at that very moment. It was a very faint movement. But Arthur froze completely. "It moved...?" I closed my eyes in despair. It was over. This time, it was really over. "Ethan." Arthur's voice was hoarse, laced with desperation. "Are you... pregnant?" "An Alpha... pregnant?" 4 Since I couldn't hide it anymore, there was no need to keep playing the submissive fool. "Yes." I opened my eyes and looked at him provocatively. "If you don't believe me, you can cut it open right now and see if it's a freak or a miracle." "Whose is it?" He thought I had been sleeping around with wild men out there, knocked up, and came back just to disgust him. I suddenly found it a bit funny. "It's not yours, anyway." I deliberately provoked him. "You know what the black market is like. To stay alive, sometimes you have to pay a price..." "Shut up!" He grabbed me by the throat, his eyes bloodshot. "Ethan, how dare you... how dare you let another Alpha touch you?!" The feeling of suffocation rushed in. My vision started to go black, but a smile still hung on my lips. "Cough... Commander Arthur... we broke up a long time ago... who I sleep with... is none of your damn business..." "I forbid it!" Arthur seemed to have lost his mind, his pheromones violently washing over the entire room. "You are mine! Even if you're a corpse, you're mine!" "Who does that bastard child belong to?! I'll kill him! I'll tear him to pieces!" His grip tightened. I was really going to be strangled to death. The fetus in my abdomen sensed the mother's crisis and began to struggle violently. It hurt so much. A hundred times worse than the electric shock just now. "Ugh..." I finally couldn't hold it in and let out a painful groan. That sound seemed to bring back Arthur's sanity. He looked at my pale face and my starting-to-dilate pupils, and his hand violently released. "Cough, cough, cough..." I coughed violently, greedily sucking in air. Arthur stumbled back two steps, his chest heaving heavily. He looked at his hands, then at me, curled up in pain, confusion and fear flashing in his eyes. "Ethan..." "Get lost..." I was sweating profusely from the pain, gritting my teeth and cursing: "Arthur, if you want to kill me, just do it... stop torturing me..." "Medic!" Arthur roared toward the door. "Get the military medic in here! Now!" "I dare anyone to come in!" "Arthur, if you dare let anyone else touch me... I'll die right in front of you." I still held the broken half of the dagger blade in my hand. I pressed it against my carotid artery. "Let me go." "Impossible." Arthur refused without a second thought. "With your physical condition, walking out that door means death." "Staying here means death!" I stared at him. "Arthur, I'm a mutated Omega from a secondary gender differentiation. This child is a monster; it's eating my life!" "You need top-tier Alpha pheromones to soothe it. Nobody else can save you." Arthur calmed down. "Ethan, no matter who this bastard child belongs to, we're saving your life first." "Once you're cured..." A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. "I will personally abort this abomination, and then I'll find your wild man and tear him to pieces." I looked at him. I had a lot of mixed feelings. Are you going to tear yourself to pieces? Idiot. But I didn't dare say it. This child was his. If he found out the truth, given his obsession with blood purity and his controlling nature, this child wouldn't live to see tomorrow. And he would lock me up, lock me up for the rest of my life. "Ah—!" A tearing, agonizing pain suddenly erupted in my abdomen. My vision went black, and I completely lost consciousness. But in the last second before I passed out, I heard Arthur's panicked shouts. "Ethan! Ethan!" And that momentary, trembling embrace that wrapped tightly around me. 5 When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed in the infirmary. There were no shackles on my hands or feet, but there was a collar around my neck. It was the kind of suppression collar with GPS tracking and electric shock capabilities. Arthur sat by the bed, peeling an apple. Seeing I was awake, he cut a slice of the peeled apple and held it to my lips. "Eat." I didn't open my mouth, watching him warily. "It's not poisoned." He took a bite himself, chewing loudly. Then he said suddenly, "The child is still there." I froze for a second, instinctively touching my stomach. "Why didn't you abort it?" Arthur tossed the rest of the apple onto a plate and wiped his hands with a tissue. "The doctor said your reproductive cavity is underdeveloped and the walls are too thin. Forcing an abortion right now carries a 90% chance of massive hemorrhage." He looked up at me, his eyes cold. "I don't want you dying on the operating table. That would be letting you off too easy." "So you're planning to let me give birth to it?" "Give birth to it, and then I'll strangle it right in front of you." A chill ran down my spine. This mad dog would actually do it. I took a deep breath. "Arthur, let's make a deal." "I'll help you find the person who broke into your residence, and you let me and the child go." Arthur paused his movements. "You know who that person is?" "Of course." I lied effortlessly. "I saw him in the black market. He's also an Alpha, very skilled in disguises." "Oh?" Arthur leaned in close to me. "Then tell me, why does that person have the exact same beautiful peach-blossom eyes as you?" I stopped talking. This bastard was bluffing me. Arthur reached out and gently patted my stomach. "Ethan, do you really think I'm stupid?" "Even though the security footage from that night was deleted, you left behind plenty of biological samples." "I ran a DNA comparison." My heart skipped a beat. I was screwed. "The results aren't out yet." Arthur slowly added another sentence. "But I have time." "Until the results are out, you'll stay here quietly and focus on your pregnancy." "If you dare to run..." He pointed at the collar on my neck. "This thing can only be unlocked by my fingerprint. If you dare take one step out of this room, it will explode." "And turn that pretty head of yours into a smashed watermelon." 6 I was under house arrest. Right under Arthur's nose. I have to admit, aside from his venomous tongue and ruthless nature, this mad dog really knew how to take care of someone. Three meals a day of top-tier nutritious food, and he watched me finish every bite. He practically gave away his pheromones for free to soothe my restless reproductive cavity. My current body was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring his pheromones. Sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night, I'd find him sleeping right next to me. Not back-to-back like we used to. He held me in his arms like a body pillow, his hand resting protectively on my stomach. Even in his sleep, he would unconsciously nuzzle the top of my head with his chin. It gave me an illusion. As if we had never fallen out, as if these three years were just a dream. As if... we really were just a normal Alpha/Omega couple, anticipating the arrival of a new life. But when I was fully awake, I knew this was a dead end. Once that DNA report came out, once he knew this child was his—and also the tool I used to exploit him— What awaited me would undoubtedly be a captivity worse than death. I had to run. The opportunity came quickly. Arthur had to attend a high-level Federation meeting and would be away for three days. He tripled the guards, turning the entire building into an iron fortress. But he underestimated the escape skills of a former S-class agent. On the second night of his absence, I pried open the ventilation duct. The collar was a problem. But I took a gamble. I gambled that Arthur wouldn't actually blow my head off. I tampered with the collar's sensor, using a thin wire pulled from the mattress to short-circuit its signal transmitter. I only had three minutes. After three minutes, the system would report an error, and Arthur would receive an alarm. I had to sprint out of this building and jump into the moat within three minutes. Everything went smoothly. Until I climbed out of the vent and stood on the roof, ready to jump. A familiar voice that made my scalp tingle came from behind me. "Ethan." "Where do you think you're taking my seed?" I turned around stiffly. In the pouring rain. Arthur hadn't gone to the meeting. He was wearing that black trench coat, standing in the rain, holding a freshly printed document in his hand. He held up the report, the paper snapping in the wind and rain. "100% match." He grinned, revealing his stark white teeth. "Ethan, you have some nerve." "You slept with me, got pregnant with my seed, and then lied to me that it belonged to some wild man?" "Tell me, how should I punish you?" I took a step back, my heels hanging over the edge. Below me was a hundred-meter drop into a rushing river. "Arthur, I don't owe you anything." I shouted loudly, my voice torn apart by the wind and rain. "That shot from three years ago, I paid it back! This child... consider it payback too!" "What are you paying me back with?!" Arthur roared furiously, throwing the report aside and charging toward me. "Your body is mine! Your life is mine! This child is mine!" "Get over here!" "In your dreams!" I didn't want to be his canary anymore, let alone a baby-making machine. I leaned back and spread my arms. Just as Arthur's fingertips brushed mine, I fell backward. The wind howled past my ears. I saw Arthur lunge to the edge of the roof, half his body leaning out. On that always-calm face, I saw an expression called "despair" for the very first time. "Ethan—!!!" In that moment, I actually felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. So the mad dog feels pain too? Then let him hurt. This was the final bite mark I was leaving him.
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