Shi Yixing’s slender and thin body was hoisted high into the air “Bang!!” and hurled dozens of meters away, smashing directly into the opposite metal protective railing. Dust mixed with iron shavings and debris whipped up a murky cloud of smoke.
“Pfft” Spitting out a gush of blood, the moment he hit the ground he wrapped his long arms tightly around his head to shield it in time. The fishy taste surging from the back of his throat filled his mouth and oozed from the corners of his lips.
The murderous atmosphere in the training ground was pulled taut, and his heart leaped into his throat.
Not daring to wait even a single moment longer, he tore at the torn wounds on his body, propped himself up by pressing his elbows against the ground, and sat up leaning against the edge of the wall.
A scratch was cut across his face, and blood trickled down his jawline into his collar. Scrapes of varying degrees covered his arms, chest, and thighs. His rising and falling chest panted hurriedly, and his furry rabbit ears lay flat and soft against his hair.
Two crystal teardrops spilled from the damp, flushed rims of his eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered open as he gazed coldly at the man before him.
Crown Prince of the M Star Imperial Family, Major General of the Alliance Military, the entire interstellar’s only Bengal white tiger, and S-class top-tier alpha, Helin Zhou.
At 13, he overthrew over a dozen adult alphas and began to make a modest showing of his talents upon entering the military academy league. His strength was enough to rival the prominent and influential Alliance frontline major generals of that time.
At 15, he led fewer than three thousand soldiers to annihilate twenty thousand mutant alien races that threatened the leading army.
At 17, he underwent early differentiation into an S-class alpha, becoming the youngest major general in the history of the Alliance military. At 22, he commanded the Alliance military with no one daring to raise a dissenting voice.
He was also the person who had held him yesterday, calling him “Wife” over and over again.
The absolute suppression of the heavy, intoxicating tequila pheromone left him without even the strength to stand, fortunately supported by the wall so he didn’t look utterly defeated.
“Little rabbit, you are strong, but you shouldn’t have hurt them.” The tiger-stripe tattoo on Helin Zhou’s arm half-revealed itself with the movement of lifting his hand, the thin calluses on his pads rubbing against delicate skin as his tiger’s jaws clamped down on his lower jaw, pinching hard enough to cause pain.
His deep, resonant voice chamber sounded like a hellish bronze bell: “Their upper limits are high; they are far more valuable than you, while you… can see the end of your road at a single glance.”
“Some things are predetermined at birth, just like flowers wither, rivers dry up, arms can’t twist thighs, and eggs can’t smash stones. You are exceptional, but hard work has never once been worth mentioning in front of talent.”
The supreme arrogance of a top-tier alpha in a superior position was displayed to the fullest, his deep blue, amber-like glass pupils cold as an extreme frost, casting a dismissive gaze as if to toy with a pet.
His ink-dark short hair was blown by the breeze. His finger joints thundered with a sharp pain… The bloody scent intertwined with the aroma of tequila melted into the air and lingered in his nasal passages.
The rabbit’s teeth pierced through the skin and flesh of the palm, refusing to let go until bone was reached. Shi Yixing glared with his burning red pupils, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva right onto Helin Zhou’s face, and cursed with a flushed face and angry fury:
“Go fuck your upper limit, bullshit high tier! A loser who gets beaten is just trash! What’s so great about a sneak attack?!
I entered the Alliance Military Academy based on my own abilities. They aren’t trash nepotism cases who only managed to squeeze in by pulling strings.”
The rabbit’s ears trembled with anger. Shi Yixing swallowed his saliva and continued cursing: “Major General He fails to distinguish black from white and blurs right from wrong. He ignores the cause and effect, acting as an accomplice to evil. Spreading this out would make a laughingstock of everyone!
A snake leading a few dogs to provoke a single rabbit isn’t embarrassing enough for you? For you to step up and side with them is even more embarrassing.”
“Mhm…” That blood-soaked, skeleton-defined palm clamped down on his slender neck once more, tightening abruptly.
The mellow, spicy aroma of the tequila plant stimulated his nasal cavity, pressing down so hard he couldn’t catch his breath. Physiological tears continued to roll in large droplets from his moistened eye sockets… and his mind spun with dizziness.
Shi Yixing’s sweat-drenched bangs adhered to his skin, and the burning pain in his throat prevented him from uttering a sound. The estrus fever added insult to injury, causing his consciousness to scatter and his eyelids to grow heavier and heavier.
A wisp of sweet grape fruit fragrance leaked out into the air, causing Helin Zhou’s stiff fingertips to pause, and his ink-blue pupils to tremble slightly.
“Xiao Shi?!!”
Seven days ago—
After spending a day in classes, Shi Yixing walked along a path and turned into a desolate, peopleless avenue.
Under a wisteria-draped roof beam parked a luxury black Maybach with the “888888” limited license plate—flashy and B-king-like. Standing beside the car was a middle-aged uncle with slicked-back, gleaming hair, wearing a standard high-end black-and-white suit, crisp and neat. With dignified demeanor and a professional smile, he was a dedicated beta driver trained by the royal family with top-tier etiquette.
As Shi Yixing approached, the car door had already been considerately opened. He nodded in gratitude and stepped inside. As the engine hummed to life, the driver’s loud, apologetic voice reached him: “The money has already been credited to your account, and the contract will be executed according to your requirements. Please strictly abide by the confidentiality agreement as well.”
The muscles at the corners of Shi Yixing’s mouth pulled into a bitter smile. Tapping on his phone’s payment page, he cleared his grandmother’s surgery, medical, and hospitalization fees in one go. He responded softly: “Okay, thank you.” He couldn’t be more eager for it to be this way.
The driver frowned with serious wrinkles, turning his head back frequently with hesitation in his eyes, his arms crossed as he turned the steering wheel to turn onto the main road leading to the medical center. He cautioned cautiously:
“Should the Crown Prince make any dangerous moves, press the red alarm button on the wall of the room. Someone will come to help you immediately, so you don’t need to worry.”
Shi Yixing raised his gaze with suspicion, mumbling in a dazed, blank tone: “Huh?” Wasn’t it just a matter of having his gland bitten for a temporary marker? Why would there still be danger?
With a pitifully meager grasp of ABO physiological hygiene knowledge, Shi Yixing failed to realize the severity of the situation. The driver, stuttering and tight-lipped, fell silent, sidestepping the sensitive topic and feeling too guilty to look back again.
Shi Yixing didn’t dare ask any more questions either, because he had concealed the fact that he suffered from induced reactive stress syndrome.
Induced reactive stress syndrome simply put, his pheromone was an addictive poison. Catching even a tiny whiff of it would induce an alpha into stress-induced estrus, losing their minds and becoming addicted to sexual intimacy, bewitched by the pheromone and driven into frenzied obsession.
A pretty face, naturally seductive bones, an S-class omega a condition coveted by everyone. For Shi Yixing, whose parents had both passed away and whose family background was destitute, this was undoubtedly a disaster.
Banishing the dark, obscure thoughts from the depths of his eyes, he felt somewhat fortunate instead that the person matched with him was Helin Zhou. A cash-and-goods financial transaction was pure and simple, and the noble Crown Prince’s chances of entangling with him afterward were almost zero.
Getting out of the car, he followed the driver’s guidance into the private sanitarium. Emerging from the elevator, the corridor was flooded with an overbearing scent of tequila. The 98% high-matching pheromone fatally tugged at his nervous system, and the trapped beast sleeping in the darkness of the night quietly awakened.
Steadily supporting himself against the edge of the wall, he had already reached the outside of the soothing room when a slender tube-barrel anesthetic syringe was shoved into his palm. A crack opened in the tens-of-tons-heavy steel-reinforced iron door, and a force shoved him hard from behind.
With photoelectric speed, the heavy door slammed shut with a “Bang!”, and a raging vortex mixed with the pungent, spicy intertwining of heavy tequila enveloped and swept over his entire body from head to toe.
A massively built semi-beastform white tiger alpha lunged forward and pinned him against the wall. A tiger paw larger than his face pressed against his chest and dug into his waist niche, its sharp claws tearing through his leather training suit and scratching his skin.
A pair of furry tiger ears brushed past his jaw, and Helin Zhou buried his face in his neck and sniffed curiously. Like a little cat cub smelling catnip for the first time, his blue pupils grew round, and he obsessed over sniffing and kissing him infatuatedly.
“Wait… wait a minute, Your Highness?! Major… Major General?” Having never even kissed anyone before, how could Shi Yixing withstand this kind of affection? His face flushed scarlet red.
The tiger teeth rubbing against his neck shifted. With hazy, mysterious ink-colored blue pupils staring at him in a daze, the tiger tilted its head: “So fragrant. Grape. More.”
“Good… wait until we first mhm…” The rabbit ears twitched, shedding a few tufts of fluff, and his damp, flushed eye corners were quickly kissed until they grew moist. The clear, unctuous grape fruit fragrance was thick without being cloying, sweet to the core of his heart, plucking at his heartstrings.
Helin Zhou’s blue pupils were as deep as an unfathomable pool of water. His long, coiled tiger tail wrapped tightly around his slender waist, and his pink soft paw pads imprisoned his face. The surging, turning, grinding kisses grew urgent and deep.
“He… Helin Zhou?!! What… what are you doing mhm… first, let go of me first.”
Shi Yixing clutched and gripped the white tiger’s ears with one hand, his palm’s light sweat dampening the fur while his finger joints didn’t dare exert too much force. Their intermingling breaths were both scorching hot, and being kissed until he was oxygen-deprived left him seeing stars…
The tequila intertwined with the grape wine, the rich, intense flavor plunging and intoxicating him.
The tiger teeth grazed against the soft flesh of his neck’s skin, grinding along the edge of his gland. Panting heavily, Shi Yixing let out a low, light call: “He… Helin Zhou, can you hear me talking?”
“Wife.”
“No… wi… wife, I’m… Shiugh ah!”
The teeth pierced through the swollen, inflamed gland as the tequila pheromone poured in like a gushing, bubbling springlight, slow, and gently infused.
The sensation of seven parts burning pain and three parts tingling numbness on his gland was wondrous, and his body grew hot in response.
Shi Yixing pressed his brows together, biting hard against his lower lip as the blush spread from his cheeks down to his neck, his furry ear tips trembling as they leaked a spoiled whine.
Echoing in his ears was the circularly playing, infatuated repetition of “Wife.” Shattered on the floor beside his feet, the anesthetic syringe spilled its azure-blue liquid all over the ground, shards of glass embedding into the leather pads of the soles with a sharp, ear-piercing “Screeech—”.
Supporting the hollow of Shi Yixing’s knee with one paw while his pads pressed and pinched against his waist, Helin Zhou hoisted him up and pressed him down onto the room’s sole pristine white king-size bed. The induced reactive stress syndrome stimulated Helin Zhou, extending his estrus cycle to a full week.
Fortunately, Helin Zhou didn’t remember things during his estrus cycle, allowing Shi Yixing to support his aching back and run away ahead of time.