All exits on the top floor had been completely sealed off. When Yan Chenhuan rode the elevator up, before it had even fully stabilized, he could already smell wisps of a faint yet fiercely aggressive Alpha pheromone seeping through the internal gaps of the building, aggressively invading him.
As the elevator doors opened, he stood alone in the empty hallway, panting to steady himself.
Under circumstances like this, with pheromones carrying such immense hostility, even a Beta who was naturally unaffected would stay far away. Some people on the service elevators didn’t even question the warning signs that had been posted around the building, completely unaware that coming upstairs right now was tantamount to seeking death.
Unless—they were going up to mate.
The body of an S-grade Omega had already reacted in advance, though not by fighting back with weak pheromones, but instead by
Yielding.
Yan Chenhuan had encountered countless Alphas, but never one so completely out of control.
An S-grade Omega possessed a softer advantage: emotional stability and rational self-control far superior to ordinary Omegas. However, they were also infinitely more sensitive than any other Omega to the quality of a partner’s pheromones.
He could easily provoke desire in any Alpha, sinking into it with absolute clarity, yet his genes would always make the most precise and correct judgment.
His body and emotions would surrender unconditionally to the top-tier pheromones recognized by his genetics.
This completely overturned the traits that usually made him superior to ordinary Omegas, pushing him into a state of extreme reliance and craving, making him utterly loyal to the powerful Alpha chosen by his genes.
He would lose control entirely because of that person.
For example, right now—before he had even opened the door to the rooftop, his legs were already growing weak.
Yan Chenhuan clearly sensed every single pore on his body gearing up for action; his body was exhilaratingly excited, preparing itself inside and out to welcome this feast of desire brought on by pheromones.
So this was an S-grade Alpha?
From the perspective of genetic compatibility, they were an absolute match made in heaven.
The other person didn’t even need to show their face; the meager pheromones merely leaking out from the cracks in the wall were enough to make his whole body go weak, to the point where he could feel his womb heating up with eager anticipation.
After taking a few deep breaths and steadying himself against the wall, Yan Chenhuan experienced the pheromones of an S-grade Alpha for the very first time, feeling a floating, dizzy sensation throughout his body.
He leaned against the door panel, pulled an inhibitor from his trouser pocket, and steadied his footing to unwrap the syringe.
Omegas were like that—beasts ready to go into heat for an Alpha at any time or place.
Yet there was not a trace of disgust on his face. As he closed his eyes and drove the custom-made inhibitor into his arm, there was even a subtle reluctance to let it go, a perverse sense of enjoyment.
His refined face carried a faint flush that was unsuited for the night.
Yan Chenhuan used the ultimate control mechanism of human scientific achievement to fight against the harsh, innate genetic attraction of nature.
So it was tulips.
It really suited him.
One noble, one vulgar.
Bolstered by the special-grade inhibitor, Yan Chenhuan quickly adjusted his physical condition.
He couldn’t clean away the pheromones he left behind either; his own pheromones were equally pure in concentration. Being high-grade among Omegas only made him display an even more alluring, highly cooperative posture.
He would even act like a canine, leaving a trail of pheromone markers all the way through to claim his territory.
Five minutes later, the temporarily summoned doctors rushed over. Yan Chenhuan raised the outer corners of his eyes to look at them.
It was a group of Betas fully armed and wearing protective gear. Amidst the increasingly dangerous Alpha pheromones, Yan Chenhuan looked as vulnerable as if he were standing there naked.
Yet he was an S-grade Omega. The medical personnel merely exchanged a glance, knowing full well in their hearts that he was the ultimate side-effect-free placebo for an Alpha’s differentiation period.
Before anyone could step forward to question him, Yan Chenhuan pressed the doorknob and walked inside.
The opened door panel clicked shut behind him. Within the entire enclosed space, the fierce tulip pheromones had already reached a concentration that stung the skin. Even with the special inhibitor working in his system, Yan Chenhuan took two unnoticeable missteps before immediately regaining a steady pace.
Ultimately, he still had more faith in the power of technology, but Lu Baixi’s pheromones were simply too tyrannical.
The purity was so high it felt as though it would pierce straight through his skin into the depths of his flesh and bones, completely occupying him until it felt like his internal organs were being gripped by those violently stimulating pheromones.
The tall, long-limbed Omega walked over carrying a soft, alluring scent of red roses. With the same elegance he had worn when delivering gifts to the birthday banquet, he traversed the suffocating space of pheromones all the way to the center.
Lu Baixi was already like a phoenix trapped in a sea of karmic fire; the heat hadn’t flushed his skin red, but instead made it even more translucent. Traces of sweat ran down the bridge of his high nose, his brightly colored lips were pressed into a tight line, and his long, dense eyelashes trembled slightly from endurance.
Paralyzed by physical pain, he lay motionless among the blue delphiniums, relying on the coolness of the stems and leaves and the slight friction against his skin to temporarily soothe himself.
Young Master Yan, you’re alone? Chen Chen stood guard beside the struggling, burning phoenix, holding a phone to keep Steward Lin updated on the symptoms.
The mysterious, romantic setting was littered with the chaotic wreckage of smashed objects. It was clear how violent and unmanageable the Alpha had been when his differentiation period erupted, yet Chen Chen’s clothes were only slightly disheveled, completely devoid of any signs of a struggle or injury.
Yan Chenhuan’s red rose pheromones quickly squeezed into the gaps of the Alpha pheromones. When he came to a stop right in front of them, his scent naturally and seamlessly went to entwine with the elegant yet sharp pheromones of the tulips.
He looked over the young Alpha, whose magnificent feathers were soaked in sweat, and said with a condescending gaze, You can leave now.
Naturally, Chen Chen couldn’t rest easy. They both knew that Yan Chenhuan and Lu Baixi had always viewed each other as sworn enemies; in a situation like this, without waiting for the true Lu family members to arrive and take over, there was no way he would feel secure leaving Lu Baixi in Yan Chenhuan’s hands.
Young Master Yan, I am neither an Omega nor an Alpha. Soft or hard, I don’t buy either, Chen Chen said with a solemn expression, glancing at the Alpha, whose breathing grew heavy once more due to the intrusion of the Omega pheromones.
The young master holds a grudge against me and doesn’t believe I would care about him. Yan Chenhuan tilted his head slightly. Don’t you believe it either?
Chen Chen offered no response to that.
He was losing his temper tonight and quarreled with me a bit, but that’s just trivial brotherly bickering. I’m all alone here; if something happened to him in New Port City tonight, would the Lu family and the Gu family let me off the hook? Yan Chenhuan adopted his usual transactional tone.
The floral scent of red roses grew heavier, soon revealing an unmistakable allure.
Yan Chenhuan crouched down, and the moment he reached out his hand, Chen Chen grew instantly vigilant.
The man raised his eyes to look at him, his devoted, affectionate gaze paired with slightly upturned eyes, sketching out an unrestrained, seductive charm across an otherwise refined face.
President Chen, I’m an Omega, and you know my grading. Yan Chenhuan unhurriedly let his fingers touch Lu Baixi’s hand, sliding his fingertips up the youth’s slender finger bones before finally covering the back of his hand with his palm to grip it.
As if treating it with utmost preciousness.
Today, right here, even if someone has to go down,
He turned, pulling Lu Baixi’s palm against his own cheek, and uttered a light, breezy piece of profanity: It’ll be me getting fucked to death in New Port City by a top-tier Alpha.
Who asked you to come? The very first moment Lu Baixi regained a shred of rationality, he forced himself to pull away from the red roses dragging him down into the abyss.
Yet his body refused to listen to reason; simply having the palm of his hand pressed against the Omega’s skin offered a sliver of solace.
The body that had struggled so hard to maintain itself through torment and pain was also markedly more sensitive now than it had been when he was with Chen Chen.
A Beta’s scentless pheromones were at least rational, allowing him to close his eyes and fight against the surging, primal desires under intense resistance.
Ever since the appearance of this cheap, vulgar Omega pheromone, his meager rationality had been entirely awakened by desire, driving him to possess, to touch, and to unite with this suddenly intruding Omega.
Little master, opportunities have to be seized. Yan Chenhuan looked at his tightly furrowed brow, sinking onto one knee right into the overlapping stems and leaves deep within the blue delphiniums, leaning forward to approach the phoenix who was resisting him.
Lu Baixi kicked out a leg, intending to shove him away, but collided straight into the Omega leaning into him, instantly growing numb all over.
You want my pheromones?
The clarity in Lu Baixi’s eyes had been completely incinerated by instinct. He grabbed Yan Chenhuan’s collar, his gaze abnormally cold amidst the scorching temptation: Are you really that empty? Is no amount of Alphas ever going to satisfy you?
His sobriety at this moment was maintained solely through an emotional struggle, yet the Omega—radiating a blatant, alluring charm with fox-like, sharp eyes—clearly reflected his own reflection.
The young man, trying desperately to break free with reason, was dragged by the laws of nature into a muddy swamp that he both loathed and found comforting.
Yet the Omega, clinging to the Alpha like a promiscuous fox spirit, did not even let a single trace of a composed expression waver.
Yan Chenhuan didn’t care at all what the disobedient, beautiful phoenix was saying. No Alpha could resist the pheromones of an S-grade Omega.
Besides, they were a natural match in the wild.
Lu Baixi couldn’t reject him.
His breathing grew increasingly rapid. Yan Chenhuan took his hand, pressing a devout kiss to his palm, causing the youth’s slender, pale fingertips to clench tightly.
Friction against clothing was no longer enough to bring Lu Baixi any comfort; he wanted something more, something direct, something that could stimulate his soul!
The Omega took advantage of the opening to press a kiss against his earlobe and sighed softly, Little master, I don’t just want pheromones. I want you.
Lu Baixi shuddered all over. The rutting period brought on by differentiation caused desire to surge to its absolute peak, and the purity of an S-grade Alpha’s pheromones could practically be used as a biochemical weapon.
Yet Yan Chenhuan’s hands were truly cool—a comfortable, wonderful coolness.
The lips kissing his palm were soft, too.
He said he wanted him.
He even called him little master.
In his feverish brain, Lu Baixi replayed the provocation Yan Chenhuan had previously thrown at him over the phone—
You’ve seen my gland, my body, my skin,
Do you want to touch my gland?
Yan Chenhuan invited him as if vibrating in sync with his soul: Do you want to touch the body you’ve already seen? My skin feels wonderful to touch, especially when I’m in heat.
There’s a small cinnabar-colored birthmark on my lower back, you said it looked like a blooming rose,
The blue delphiniums here aren’t as pretty as the one on my lower back. You’ve seen it before.
Yan Chenhuan’s words stepped directly onto the sticky, visceral images he refused to recall.
Yan Chenhuan— Lu Baixi wrestled with the very last shred of clarity: Are you out of your mind?! If you can’t hold back, just go—
Little master, Yan Chenhuan lightly bit his finger, his tongue sweeping across to lick away the unevaporated wine stain drowned in sweat.
That final string in Lu Baixi’s mind snapped completely.
The peerless phoenix found a red rose planted right in the midst of his karmic fire. As Yan Chenhuan once more took his fingertip into his mouth to lick it, Lu Baixi shoved his finger deep beneath the other’s tongue. Yan Chenhuan choked softly, then obediently parted his mouth to let him vent.
The more Lu Baixi looked at him, the more displeased he became, yet through the hazy, scorching imagery, he recalled the sight of the naked upper-body Omega he had once accidentally bumped into during a heat cycle.
Yan Chenhuan had been just like this that day—blinking his eyes, calling him little master, openly showing him his birthmark.
Amidst the intoxicating, enthralling scent of roses, Yan Chenhuan was like the physical incarnation of that blooming cinnabar rose on his lower back.
Enchanting, with every single strand of hair overflowing with lingering, affectionate sentiment.
He had said: Little master, you’ve seen my birthmark and stayed with me through this heat cycle here, so from now on, I’m your Omega.
The unbearable memories overlapped with reality, and Lu Baixi no longer resisted the Omega’s step-by-step boundary-crossing caresses.
Hazily, he heard Yan Chenhuan undoing his zipper, whispering just before lowering his head: I gave you half a journey’s worth of time; that red light was really long. It’s just that Beta didn’t cherish the opportunity. So, you’re mine now.