Fortunately, with this turn of thought, his body calmed down. A relieved Ai Mo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, weakly collapsed onto the sand, and sighed deeply towards the sky.
Just then, he heard the sound of an airplane in the distance. Although faint, it was discernible enough for the keen-eared alpha. It was a warplane from T Country.
… It seemed that the protest had escalated, and T Country was preoccupied internally. The matter of rescuing foreigners who had fallen into the sea would likely be pushed aside. Ai Mo thought with annoyance, only able to gaze helplessly at the sparkling starry sky.
Listening to the gentle sound of the waves lapping on the beach, he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. His heart pounded wildly, and the suppressed beast within him seemed to roar to life.
With a frustrated groan he glanced once more at the campfire before closing his eyes.
Whether it was a figment of his imagination or not, he seemed to catch a whiff of that sweet honey scent, warm and inviting, lingering in his nostrils.
Ye Sang was awakened by pain. He struggled to turn over, feeling sore all over, his hands almost unable to lift.
The cave, smoked by the fire, was relatively clean. Though Ye Sang wasn’t bitten by bugs, his delicate body felt as uncomfortable as the Princess and the Pea. He lay on the hard floor fully clothed, reminiscing about the luxurious mattress in his expensive apartment, where handsome men usually warmed his bed. Contrasting that with the cold, hard floor and the emotionally cold demeanor of the person outside, Ye Sang felt both aggrieved and heartbroken, unable to help but wail.
…I really want to go back… He cradled his throbbing head, sobbing softly.
He grumbled to himself for a while until his stomach growled again, unwillingly he got up and walked to the entrance of the cave. Ai Mo had set up a bonfire on the beach, and the scent wafted over, though he wasn’t sure what was being roasted.
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Thinking back to yesterday’s cold rejection, Ye Sang was still annoyed. But, feeling genuinely hungry, he resentfully pounded his own disobedient stomach, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly walked over.
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The impolite words and the action of wrinkling his nose from the other party were seen as a blatant provocation in Ye Sang’s eyes, who had an exceedingly high confidence in his own beauty. Thinking of yesterday’s humiliation, Ye Sang, filled with pent-up anger, took a step forward, intending to kick the other person’s back forcefully. However, Ai Mo seemed to have eyes on his back, as he slightly turned aside and evaded Ye Sang’s flying kick, leaving Ye Sang awkwardly falling on the sand.
“Ptui! Ptui!”
Ye Sang spat out a mouthful of sand, licking his lips in embarrassment. With disheveled hair and his face covered in sand and debris, his pitiful appearance made Ai Mo feel too sorry to even laugh at him. Ai Mo let out a soft sigh, got up, and sat down across from Ye Sang, with a bonfire between them.
“Your pheromones make me very uncomfortable. Could you please tone it down? Thank you.”
Ye Sang hurriedly brushed off the sand from his face, then suddenly heard the man’s deep voice. It was more of a request than a negotiation, with a gentle attitude that made Ye Sang’s morning anger subside a bit.
He spat out the sand from his mouth and suddenly caught the message in the other’s words. He looked at the calm and handsome face in front of him and asked hoarsely, “Are you… Are you an Alpha?”
Ai Mo didn’t raise his eyes, just stirred the round pot-shaped stone pot in the bonfire with a wooden spoon.
Ye Sang recalled the faint woody scent he had detected last night and looked at the tall and handsome man in front of him, suddenly realizing what was going on. However, he still didn’t quite understand the situation.
── It’s not uncommon for Omegas to take suppressants. Although society advocates for equality, due to the Omega’s unique physique, in order to prevent their heat cycles from affecting their daily lives, Omegas without a fixed partner or those who haven’t been fully marked yet often take suppressants.
Ye Sang was using the most potent suppressants, yet this man could still detect the pheromones he deliberately suppressed. This sense of smell was definitely something only an S-class alpha would possess. Alphas held significant advantages in society, especially S-class Alphas. Ye Sang couldn’t understand why this guy would deliberately conceal such an enviable advantage.
Just as Ye Sang was puzzled, Ai Mo handed him a bowl made from a coconut shell across the campfire. Ye Sang lowered his head to look and saw that the soup base was clear, with a few pieces of seaweed floating in it, along with shellfish and egg drops, which surprised him.
This guy could actually made seaweed and egg drop soup on a deserted island?!
Ye Sang took the bowl and couldn’t wait to take a sip—the egg drops were tender, and the seaweed and shellfish added freshness to the soup. Though simple, it left a delightful taste in his mouth.
Seeing him enjoying the meal, Ai Mo handed him a piece of grilled fish and said, “I will suppress my pheromones, and I hope you can do the same—until we leave this island, let’s keep things peaceful.”
The man spoke seriously, his brown eyes showing unwavering determination.
Seeing his earnestness, Ye Sang became even more confused.
He had dated many alpha boyfriends, who would always claim to respect him verbally, but during intimate moments, they would deliberately release large amounts of pheromones, as if trying to force him into heat, disregarding his wishes, all just to fully mark him. Fortunately, he regularly took potent suppressants and never allowed anyone to succeed.
In his view, Alphas were a species inherently marked by violence and conquest, absolute dominators, leaving Omegas with no room for resistance. Therefore, until Ye Sang decided to settle down, he could only passively respond.
── This guy is the weirdest Alpha he has ever seen… Ye Sang looked at the handsome and infuriatingly calm guy in front of him, nodded in compromise.
The two quietly ate breakfast. Whether it was due to lack of sleep or nervous tension, Ye Sang suddenly felt a warm and uncomfortable sensation in his lower abdomen. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Despite the fish being delicious, he lost his appetite and set down his food.
“After you finish eating, don’t waste any food,” the man said in a deep voice.
Ye Sang rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t be bothered to explain his physical condition. He shrugged helplessly and said, “Are you a kindergarten teacher or a disciplinary committee chairman? Why do you care so much?”
Author’s Note:
A versatile husband belongs to someone else, so sad~
Little flirtatious Sang: …It would be even better if you weren’t so emotionally cold (ఠ్ఠ ˓̭ ఠ్ఠ)
I feel something brewing, perhaps a heat? 🤔
Thanks for the chapters 😊❤️
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Thanks so much for the update 😗
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