Summary
Lin Ze was a prodigy. Entering the military academy at sixteen, his career was a meteoric rise; by twenty, he had already earned the rank of Colonel. But beneath the medals and the uniform lay a secret very few knew: he was a rare AO Chimera.
Despite being an Alpha, Lin Ze possessed the physiological traits of an Omega—including the dreaded heat cycles.
During a high-profile banquet, the unthinkable happened: his heat was prematurely triggered. Even worse, he stumbled right into the path of an S-grade Alpha suffering through a violent pheromone unrest (Enigma/Heat-induced susceptibility). For seventy-two grueling hours, Lin Ze was forced into total submission beneath the Alpha.
When he finally regained consciousness, he fled, nursing a swollen, ravaged scent gland and a shattered sense of self.
Soon after, Lin Ze found himself in a bind. His mentor, to whom he owed everything, had passed away leaving behind a son. When this “younger brother” ran into professional trouble, the only person with the power to fix it was the very man Lin Ze feared most.
Left with no choice, Lin Ze went to meet him.
Li Xiujin. The third-generation head of the Li family, a man of terrifying influence and a dark, brooding temperament. In the political and business circles of Country A, he is whispered about as “The Tyrant.”
After the banquet incident, Li Xiujin’s investigation revealed that the “Omega” who had triggered his instincts was actually an Alpha with a hidden cycle.
When the elegant, soft-spoken Lin Ze appeared at his manor to plead for his brother’s career, Li Xiujin didn’t offer a contract or a favor. He offered a command:
“I need a child.”
Lin Ze’s face drained of color as the implication set in. “I… I don’t understand.”
“Marry me,” Li Xiujin replied, his gaze darkening with an obsessive intensity. “Let me open your reproductive cavity. I want you to conceive my heir.”
Six months into the marriage…
Lin Ze’s stomach remained stubbornly flat.
The Alpha’s patience was wearing thin. “I’ve been ‘feeding’ you every night,” Li Xiujin questioned coldly. “Why aren’t you pregnant yet?”
Shame burned through Lin Ze. “I… I’ll try harder.”
“Oh? And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Lin Ze covered his flushed face, his voice trembling but determined:
“I won’t pass out anymore. Tonight… we can keep going. We don’t have to stop.”