The warm lights in the living room had long switched to sleep mode, casting a dim and somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. The naked Alpha gazed down at the person beneath him with complex eyes, as if admiring a perfectly colored cocktail. Unknowingly, a hint of desire flickered in his trembling gaze.
Xiao Yu. A spoiled little young master with quite a temper. He could cry at the drop of a hat and turn hostile just as quickly. Now, he was curled up obediently, sinking into the thick white plush carpet, his eyelids flushed red, his sharp face exuding a bewitching aura, and a faint orange scent wafting around him. Where was the fierce and aggressive demeanor from the daytime? He was like a little fox that bared its teeth and claws when taking advantage of the situation, only to retreat to its den to lick its wounds with soft whimpers.
A seemingly clever yet actually naive and beautiful creature.
Leon propped his tattooed, muscular arm beside Xiao Yu’s face, his expression resentful, almost unable to resist waking him up to make him see and accept him. He didn’t like how Xiao Yu treated his two forms differently. He adored the cat but despised the Alpha a thousand times over.
Leon frowned, puzzled as he touched his own features. Slavic lineage was globally recognized for its handsome looks, yet in Xiao Yu’s heart, he couldn’t compare to those preening ducks?
Their intimate actions. But others had more.
The Alpha’s gaze was dark and brooding, his black round tiger ears already flattened like airplane wings. His thick, solid tiger tail had long been rubbing against the Omega’s legs, pressing heavily and circling around, the wicked fire within him ready to ignite.
The man wore a cold expression. Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed the swan-like, slender, white neck. As soon as his thin lips touched the warm skin, he couldn’t control what happened next. His scarlet tongue darted out, licking the Omega’s delicate neck.
In his sleep, Xiao Yu was indeed very obedient, letting out a soft hum, completely unaware of anything.
The Alpha’s breathing grew heavier, a flash of excitement passing through his eyes. He encircled Xiao Yu like a treasure with his large tail. His tongue pressed against the Omega’s neck near the gland, licking heavily again, as if he was about to devour him whole, like a beast sucking on its prey, ready to snap the fragile porcelain doll at any moment.
Xiao Yu was nudged quite a bit, finally showing some reaction, warning softly with his eyes closed. “Baby, no way…”
Leon noticed a clear red mark on the Omega’s skin. He suddenly snapped back to reality. What was he doing? Looking down, he realized the startling change there, and the Alpha’s face turned even darker.
The man gritted his teeth, got up, and headed to the wardrobe, trying to find something to wear. As he rummaged, his mind was in turmoil, his tattooed, muscular arms and other parts of his body flushed, unable to calm down.
He had grown up in a monastery, never receiving any affection. After finally achieving glory as an adult, he turned into a cat at the peak of his career. The young boxing champion, already in poor mental health, nearly had suicidal thoughts.
He met Xiao Yu when he was at his lowest. Only then did he realize how warm a person’s embrace could be, and how nice it felt to be kissed on the cheek.
Leon closed his eyes, his brow furrowed in pain. He and Xiao Yu were strangers who met by chance; he shouldn’t think so much. It must be the fledgling complex he developed for the Omega after turning into an animal, coupled with the suspension bridge effect during a crisis, and the physiological attraction between an AO.
In a panic, Leon found many reasonable excuses for himself, finally breathing a little easier as he pulled out a shirt to put on.
Rip—
The seams of the expensive luxury shirt burst open completely.
The Alpha cursed under his breath, forgetting the significant size difference between him and Xiao Yu. His tiger tail lashed about irritably, and after a moment, he found a pair of high school sweatpants, definitely not the size for Xiao Yu’s slender frame.
Leon felt inexplicably displeased. Whose were they? A college ex-boyfriend? His chest tightened at the thought, remembering the little drunkard still asleep on the carpet. The proud Alpha reluctantly put them on, a bit tight but bearable, and quickly returned to the living room.
He carefully carried Xiao Yu back to the bedroom, gently placing him on the bed. Lighter than Leon had imagined. Like a fragile leaf that could crumble with a pinch. If Xiao Yu knew Leon described him this way, he would definitely boast that he was a golden leaf, a jade leaf, the most expensive kind.
The man could imagine his expression, a hint of a smile crossing his cold, stern face. Hesitating for a moment, he still took off Xiao Yu’s coat. He was only wearing a thin base layer underneath, so Leon directly put him in pajamas.
When he pulled down the pants, a pair of white, straight, long legs came into view, catching him off guard. Leon was stunned at first, his ears turning red. Wearing only one layer of pants in this season? The Russian didn’t approve of the vanity of choosing style over warmth. His legs were already so cold. When Xiao Yu got old, no one would care if he had arthritis or rheumatism, and the young master could cry all he wanted.
With a stern expression but a face flushed to his neck, the Alpha knelt on one knee on the bed, pulling those legs into his embrace. His firm, warm chest muscles pressed against them, quickly warming Xiao Yu’s skin. His cold, high-arched brows lowered, a reverent posture as if in worship.
Once warmed, he put the sleep pants on him. Leon stared at the sleeping person, suspecting that his transformation might be linked to Xiao Yu. He leaned closer to sniff the orange scent, but it was much fainter than before.
The little young master was comfortably nestled in the quilt, sleeping soundly. Just now, he had a big, strong man warming his legs like a hot water bottle, and now he was utterly peaceful, filled with a sense of security. Without emotional turmoil, the pheromones naturally dissipated.
Leon was taken aback. He lifted a cat paw: “Meow?” He had transformed back again. The duration was too short. The fluffy, large Russian Blue cat padded out, entering the kitchen, its determined soldier-like cat face showing a “just as expected” expression.
Xiao Yu was his antidote. He couldn’t leave Xiao Yu. The best way to make an Omega inseparable from an Alpha was love. Though it might not be fair, Leon’s sunk cost was too high, and he had to cling to the innocent Xiao Yu. Stimulating his gland to provide pheromones would suffice. In a way, Leon considered himself marked by this Omega, completely reversing the usual gender roles.
If things went south, he had plenty of money to give Xiao Yu. If the two birds were to stay together for a long time, why worry about being a cat or a tiger? If the Omega fell deeply in love and didn’t want to break up, it would definitely affect his boxing career. …Ura, deal with it then.
The cat looked up at the spice rack. Its white mouth deftly grabbed a disposable paper cup, pulled out a cinnamon stick, and bit open a honey capsule, clattering around before finally taking it to the water dispenser to add half a cup of warm water. First, make a hangover drink for the fragile yet alcohol-loving porcelain doll. Without proper tools, the cat paw stirred it. The big doughy cat licked its paw pad. Not sweet enough, it added a few more honey capsules.
Xiao Yu was awakened by a continuous low cat meow, groggily opening his eyes, unable to tell what day it was, glancing at the window with a slight gap, it wasn’t dawn yet.
“Meow.” A paper cup was brought over. Xiao Yu smelled a rich sweetness, his brain stalling. Suddenly, a wave of excitement surged within him. He always said he could rely on cats in his old age, but why was it so sweet it stuck to his mouth with just one sip?
Seeing the cold, round cat face under the dim night light, Xiao Yu instinctively leaned closer, softly resting against the high, fluffy chest. “Baby, please, please don’t leave me… I’m so lonely.”
Drunken words are often half true. Xiao Yu, not playing by the rules, hugged the big bread Leon, his soft red lips directly kissing the cat’s mouth, honey at the corner sticking to a few cat hairs. Both the person and the cat were stunned. Leon almost got so excited he turned into a Siberian tiger. Xiao Yu didn’t expect him not to dodge. When he teased other cats like this, the other little cats would always dodge. Oh, how silly is Aorun Zhi at this moment!
Xiao Yu: “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!” “…” The cat looked at him, holding back a low growl, urging him to finish the rest. “Why is there a piece of cat litter?” The Omega rubbed his cheek against the aloof little cat. “Meow.” You’re drunk, there’s none.
Xiao Yu drifted back to sleep, the orange big bread silently going out, taking out the trash at home, putting things back in place, busy until late before sleeping.
“Aorun Zhi…” The next day, Xiao Yu sat up, painfully clutching his throat, his voice hoarse: “My throat!” The big orange cat, lying in a newly found delivery box, walked out, giving the little drunkard an ambiguous noble look: “Meow.” Good morning. You’re welcome.
Leon had never taken care of any other gender, feeling quite proud inside. They had confirmed their relationship. Although it was a one-sided confirmation of binding by the Russian.
Xiao Yu couldn’t bother with cat cuddling, hurriedly getting up to fetch water, gulping it down to recover. He had drunk a bit too much in his excitement yesterday, but miraculously, he didn’t feel hungover at all. But when did he change into these pajamas?
The Omega rubbed his eyes in confusion, his brown hair a bit messy, a curl sticking up like a disobedient fox fur, illuminated by the morning light to almost a red hue. Naturally beautiful without meticulous grooming, his noble temperament was innate.
“Drinking really causes trouble.” Xiao Yu added food and water for the cat, immediately going to shower to wake up. When he walked into the wardrobe to choose his outfit for the day, he discovered even more oddities. Why was the limited edition shirt he painstakingly bought torn!?
The big fat orange cat crunching on cat food: Comfortable.jpg
The Omega took out bread and milk, sitting at the dining table, eating while zoning out. Even if he was drunk, he wouldn’t tear his own clothes… Did a thief break in?
Leon glanced at his breakfast, dissatisfied, frowning his cat brows. No wonder Xiao Yu was so thin, with such slender legs and a waist that was just a handful. Eating so little every day was too neglectful of himself.
Xiao Yu felt a bit uneasy. After all, he lived in a high-end apartment, so nothing major should happen. Spraying on some perfume and styling his hair, the spirited young master Xiao walked to the entrance, calling into the house: “Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi!”
“Meow, ow ow!” Ura, I’m here. The cat walked out, nudging the trouser leg of his suit pants, seeing he was indeed only wearing one layer, mysteriously turning back.
Xiao Yu was puzzled. The sixteen-pound big fat orange cat brought out a pair of thick cotton pants Xiao Yu hadn’t worn in ages, the round heavy-duty pickup truck rumbling over, tossing the cotton pants in front of him. It bit the Omega’s ankle, refusing to let go. One paw stubbornly pressed on the thick cotton pants: “Moo!”
Xiao Yu: “?”
Author’s Note: Here it is! Ura! [Throws flowers]