How could she be an Omega?
Even more astonishing was that the compatibility of their pheromones no longer required instrument testing.
Their pheromones were autonomously intertwining—something Xie Ren had never experienced before.
He had never resonated with any Omega’s pheromones.
Because no Omega’s level had ever matched his.
But now, there was one.
“Sikong Sui…” Xie Ren’s voice trembled. “Look at me.”
Sikong Sui raised her eyes.
Her eyes were wet, her pupils unfocused, her lips slightly parted, and her face flushed with an unnatural redness.
An Omega in heat had no resistance against the pheromones of a top-tier Alpha.
She looked at Xie Ren, but her eyes could no longer see him.
She only saw pheromones.
Only saw instinct.
Only saw an Alpha.
An Alpha whose compatibility with her was so high that it had triggered her heat cycle prematurely.
Xie Ren’s rationality was also on the verge of collapse.
He knew he should push her away.
Knew he should call Fu Yuan.
Knew he should make her leave this room, leave the range of his pheromones.
But his body refused to obey.
His hand still gripped her waist.
His pheromones were still entangled with hers.
His lips were only an inch away from the back of her neck.
Beneath that thin layer of skin lay her gland.
An Omega’s gland.
An SSS-level Omega’s gland.
If he bit down, marking her.
A permanent marking.
She would never be able to leave him again.
Xie Ren’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently.
“Sikong Sui…” His voice no longer sounded like his own. “Do you… know who I am?”
Sikong Sui did not answer.
Her eyes had completely lost focus, her entire body limp as water, leaning against his chest, her breathing rapid and scorching.
Peach-scented pheromones surged endlessly from her gland, so sweet it made his teeth ache.
It seemed she no longer knew who he was.
An Omega in heat had no rationality, no sense of self.
Only instinct.
Only the craving for an Alpha.
Xie Ren closed his eyes.
His hand moved away from her waist, clenching into a fist.
Sikong Sui curled up on the bed, trembling all over, the peach-scented pheromones spilling uncontrollably.
“Sikong Sui, get out now!”
Xie Ren punched the wall, blood trickling down between his fingers.
An SSS-level Alpha, during his rut period, facing the pheromones of an SSS-level Omega in heat, suppressing his instincts with sheer willpower.
Such a thing had never happened in the history of ABO.
But then, her arms wrapped around him.
Before Xie Ren could react, Sikong Sui had thrown herself entirely into his embrace.
“Don’t go…”
Her voice was muffled, as if dredged from water. “It hurts… don’t go…”
The peach-scented pheromones exploded.
Not the faint, subtle overflow from before, but an eruption, a deluge.
Xie Ren’s mind buzzed.
His rut period was already at its breaking point, sustained only by that sliver of pain earlier.
Now, with Sikong Sui pressed against him—her soft body, scorching temperature, and the overwhelming sweetness of peach—everything was precisely attacking every line of his rational defense.
“Sikong Sui… let go…”
His voice had changed, hoarse and unlike his own. “I’m telling you one more time, let go…”
But his hands did not push her away. Instead, they tightened around her.
Sikong Sui could not hear him.
An Omega in heat cannot comprehend rejection. All she knew was that this Alpha’s pheromones were soothing her.
His body heat, his heartbeat, the scent on him—everything made her desperately crave more.
She lifted her head. “Xie Ren…” Then, she kissed him.
Xie Ren’s mind went completely blank.
He had never been kissed by an Omega before.
No, to be precise, no Omega had ever dared to kiss him.
The pheromones of an SSS-level Alpha were overwhelmingly oppressive to ordinary Omegas. Merely approaching him was difficult, let alone taking the initiative to kiss him.
He never knew her lips could be so soft.
Like water, like clouds, like sugar that melts at the slightest touch.
Carrying the sweetness of peaches and a faint trace of Sikong Sui’s own light, natural scent.
That fragrance traveled from her lips to his tongue, then exploded, spreading like wildfire through every fiber of his being.
Xie Ren’s rationality was like a string stretched to its limit—and at this moment, it snapped.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her back fiercely.
He captured her lower lip and delved deep inside.
Sikong Sui let out a soft whimper, as if startled, but the next second, her hands wrapped around his neck, and she clung to him entirely.
Their pheromones intertwined.
The oppressive aura of a top predator tangled with Sikong Sui’s sweet peach fragrance, turning the entire room into a world that belonged only to the two of them.
He pressed her down into the bed.
Sikong Sui’s back sank into the soft blankets as Xie Ren loomed over her.
Wrapped in the pheromones of a top-tier Alpha during her heat cycle, the sensation was like a person in the desert finally encountering rain.
Xie Ren kissed her forehead, the space between her brows, the tip of her nose, her chin…
Every inch was scorching hot, every inch carried the scent of peaches.
He had never craved anyone like this before. Never.
“Xie Ren…” Sikong Sui suddenly called his name.
His movements abruptly halted.
She recognized him.
Even in the throes of her heat cycle, with her pheromones in full eruption and her rationality nearly wiped clean, she still recognized him.
Hearing his name from her lips, laced with the sweetness of peaches and the tremble of her heat, felt like a red-hot needle piercing straight into the softest part of Xie Ren’s heart.
“You still recognize me?” His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible. “Sikong Sui, do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
She didn’t answer. Her hands slid down from his neck, stubbornly pushing his clothes upward inch by inch.
Xie Ren closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, all the hesitation and struggle in his gaze had been burned away.
In its place was a deep, unfathomable danger.
He grabbed the collar of his own clothes and tore them off in one swift motion.
Sikong Sui’s pupils dilated slightly.
Broad shoulders, a lean waist—every muscle looked as if it had been meticulously carved with a knife.
Unbelievably perfect.
“Xie Ren… I feel so awful…”
Xie Ren flipped her over.
Sikong Sui lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her entire body as still as a cat held by the scruff of its neck.
Her back was exposed, the line of her spine faintly visible beneath her thin skin, her shoulder blades slightly spread like butterfly wings.
The skin on the back of her neck was thin, and beneath it lay her gland.
At that moment, it was flushed an abnormal shade of pink.
The scent of peach pheromones surged continuously from that spot, so thick it seemed almost liquid.
Xie Ren stared at the area, his teeth itching.
The canines of an SSS-level Alpha were longer and sharper than those of ordinary Alphas. Normally retracted into the gums, they would uncontrollably extend only when faced with an Omega in heat.
He wanted to leave a mark on this Omega’s body.
A temporary mark.
Not a permanent marking—it wouldn’t get her pregnant—but it would be enough.
Enough to alleviate her heat cycle, enough to let all other Alphas know this Omega was claimed, to stay away from her.
“Sikong Sui.”
Xie Ren’s voice dropped to a frequency so low it was almost dangerous. “I’m going to give you a temporary mark. Do you agree?”
She didn’t answer, merely brushed her hair aside.
Her entire nape was completely exposed before him.
That gesture was more lethal than any words.
Xie Ren leaned down, his lips pressing against the skin on the back of her neck.
Sikong Sui’s body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric shock.
The gland swelled slightly beneath the skin.
Hot, soft, brimming with vitality.
An Omega’s gland was the most sensitive part of their entire body.
The sensation of being marked by a highly compatible Alpha was something she was experiencing for the first time.
It had already far exceeded her limits of endurance.
“Xie Ren… Xie Ren… please…”
She didn’t even know what she was begging for—for him to stop or for him to continue.
Xie Ren lifted his head, looking at the damp, flushed skin on the back of her neck.
[System Notification: Xie Ren’s Favorability +20. Current Favorability: 10.]
Sikong Sui was beyond reason; she didn’t even hear the system’s announcement.
He knew what a temporary mark meant.
It meant his pheromones would linger on this Omega’s body, unable to fade for a long time.
It meant that from today onward, everyone would know Sikong Sui was his Omega.
It meant he had crossed the line—crossed every boundary an Alpha should have with an Omega.
“Bear with it,” he said.
(……deleted.)
Sikong Sui’s tears finally couldn’t be held back any longer, falling in large drops onto the pillow.
……
After it was over, her wound healed at a visible rate.
An Omega’s self-healing ability peaked during their heat cycle, especially for a top-tier Omega—a small puncture was nothing.
But those two tiny tooth marks, like a seal, were clearly imprinted on the gland at the back of her neck.
The temporary mark was complete.
Sikong Sui collapsed on the bed, like syrup melted by the sun.
Her breathing was still unsteady, but no longer as rapid and feverish as before.
The flush on her face slowly faded, and her pupils gradually regained focus.
[System Notification: Xie Ren’s Favorability +30. Current Favorability: 40.]
Xie Ren rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to her.
His hands were still trembling.
His entire being’s pheromones were still in utter disarray, the heat of his rut period still surging within his body.
But he couldn’t touch her anymore.
Couldn’t touch her again.
If he touched her again, it wouldn’t be as simple as a temporary mark.
A rustling sound came from the bed behind him.
Then a hand reached out from behind and wrapped around his waist.
Sikong Sui’s face pressed against his back.
Through that thin layer of skin, he could feel her body temperature was still slightly elevated, but had returned to the normal range.
Her breathing was light, brushing gently against his spine with each exhale.
“Xie Ren…”