Cute Little Alpha
The Twelve Stars of the Empire referred to the twelve most outstanding Alphas of the Empire. They excelled across twelve major fields, including medicine, literature, business, and politics, shining as the Empire’s brightest new stars. Moreover, all twelve hailed from the Gu Family, bound by blood as real brothers.
However, they were not twelve brothers in total. The Gu Family had thirteen children, with the youngest being a useless Alpha. All twelve brothers and his parents raised him as an Omega, yet he unexpectedly differentiated into the lowest tier of Alpha, with even his Pheromone being a weak milk scent.
Gu Zeyu sat with a cup in his hands, nestled in the embrace of a giant toy bear, watching his brothers gather in a circle to discuss his marriage. His cup originally had a nipple top, but after Sixth Brother the Doctor showed him dozens of pictures of buck teeth, it was replaced with a straw top.
The discussion among his brothers was unusually intense, peppered with many professional terms Gu Zeyu couldn’t understand, like “pheromone matching,” “sensitivity period,” and “delayed heat.” His large eyes darted around nervously, and he timidly tugged at Second Brother the Merchant, who was closest to him, asking, “Second Brother, what are you talking about?”
Second Brother held a calculator, calculating the optimal ratio of the Bride Price and Betrothal Gift, his fingers tapping rapidly as a mechanical female voice monotonously reported the numbers. “We’re discussing how much it will cost to buy you an Omega.”
Gu Zeyu was so frightened he shrank into the bear’s belly, his whole body sinking into the soft cotton, shaking his head as he said, “Didn’t Tenth Brother say that buying people is illegal, and he’d lock me in a prison without milk and force me to work a sewing machine?”
Ninth Brother the Designer cast a cold glance, his starry eyes and sharp brows raised slightly as he said, “Do you look down on working a sewing machine?”
Gu Zeyu lowered his head, obediently shaking it. Then he heard Ninth Brother say, “I’ll personally make the main suit for Xiaoyu’s wedding and the Omega’s wedding dress. Don’t pick someone too ugly, or it’ll ruin my design.”
Seventh Brother the IT Elite swiped through the holographic projection, adding Ninth Brother the Designer’s demands. Finally, after integrating the twelve brothers’ diverse standards, the system matched a 5D surround real holographic image.
Empire’s War Star, Lu Yinian.
The twelve brothers let out a collective gasp, and Third Brother the Senator clicked his tongue twice, saying, “General Lu is actually an Omega, hidden well enough.”
Gu Zeyu peeked out, looking at the man in the holographic image with bulging biceps, and tossed his bottle aside, running to his room while crying, “I won’t marry a black bear spirit!”
Eldest Brother the Judge entered the room to find it filled with the milk scent of Pheromones from Gu Zeyu’s crying. He reached out, pulling him from the soft, cotton-like blanket, soothing him as he said, “Every Alpha must find a highly compatible Omega to marry after reaching adulthood, or the backlash from the Sensitivity Period will be a thousand times more painful than an injection. If you really don’t want to marry, we can have him marry you instead, okay?”
Hearing about injections, Gu Zeyu’s eyes, swollen like walnuts from crying, were gently rubbed by Eldest Brother, who sighed and said, “Xiaoyu, don’t forget, you’re an Alpha.”
He hiccuped through his sobs, thinking that if Eldest Brother hadn’t reminded him, he might have forgotten this fact.
Convincing Gu Zeyu wasn’t difficult; convincing Lu Yinian was the real challenge. But fortunately, no one could withstand a collective blockade from twelve fields, and Lu Yinian eventually agreed to marry Gu Zeyu.
On the wedding day, the only request from the twelve brothers to Gu Zeyu was not to cry. He pouted in fear, tears welling up in his eyes. But when he saw Ninth Brother the Designer brandishing large scissors at his dolphin pillow, his tear ducts immediately shut off.
Lu Yinian made his entrance wearing a pair of thirty-six-hole military boots, his military uniform pants with pockets all over, a brown belt cinching his firm waist and abdomen, and a well-tailored camouflage jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Senator Third Brother clicked his tongue again, turning to ask Ninth Brother the Designer, “You call this a wedding dress?”
Ninth Brother ran his hand over the sharp blade, the bright reflection glinting under Third Brother’s eyelids, and said coldly, “I make it, Eldest Brother persuades him to wear it. Ask Eldest Brother what’s going on.”
Eldest Brother the Judge squinted his eyes, hands in his pockets, glancing at the stage where the Empire’s strongest Omega strode towards Gu Zeyu, saying, “Convincing him to personally attend the wedding required reading through the Marriage Law once.”
When Lu Yinian stood next to Gu Zeyu, it was the first time he saw the Alpha he was marrying. He was already a size larger than the average Alpha, while Gu Zeyu was a size smaller. Standing together, their size difference was two sizes apart. Lu Yinian had to suppress the urge to lift Gu Zeyu and spin him around before tossing him off the stage.
Moreover, he despised weakness. On the battlefield, weakness meant death. He never expected his future partner to be an Alpha whose Pheromones couldn’t even suppress an Omega. At that moment, just a glare from Lu Yinian made the little Alpha’s eyes turn red, trembling as he slowly edged away, wishing he could dig a hole in the stage and bury himself.
The ceremony was about to begin. No matter how much Lu Yinian disliked it, he had to reach out, wrap his arm around the Alpha’s waist, and pull him back. But even this simple action caused Gu Zeyu to faint in his arms. He had no choice but to carry his Alpha horizontally in front of everyone and continue with the wedding proceedings.
When the officiant asked if they were willing, Lu Yinian sternly said, “Not willing.”
Looking down, he saw Gu Zeyu still unconscious and added on his behalf, “He’s not willing either.”
The twelve brothers stood below the stage, clapping with emotional eyes as the bride carried the groom. Seventh Brother the IT Elite said, “It’s okay, we can edit out the ‘not’ part in post-production.”
The ceremony concluded, and they were sent to the bridal chamber. Gu Zeyu still hadn’t woken up. Lu Yinian wanted to toss him aside but was met with twelve pairs of intense gazes.