Lola could distinctly detect the faint scent of blood wafting from Caesar, unable to discern his actions nor desiring to pass judgment.Lately, whispers of the nation's intent to further restrict the Asti people's movements have been pervasive. Rumors suggest that to maintain urban stability, a new proposal has emerged to demarcate fixed regions within states, wherein all Asti inhabitants would be relocated and thereafter require permits for free movement.International human rights organizations are protesting, denouncing the proposal as akin to constructing concentration camps, while some object, fearing it may incite extremist retaliation from the Asti people....Lola revealed a grin, tilting her face upward as any Omega would, and embraced Caesar, who had permanently marked her just days prior: "General."Caesar, initially unresponsive to Lola's gesture, simply nodded at his sister.Incredulous, Emilia murmured, "Brother!"Caesar stated, "She is the best candidate." Lola remained
In ordinary times, Lola requires no superfluous pheromones, for her estrus has concluded, and her corporeal state is now stable. Sex pursuits have become rather inconsequential to her.Caesar denied her request to attend school and presented her with a silver-handled, gleaming fruit knife. Crestfallen, Lola retreated to her room, using the silver fruit knife to neatly slice the rosy apple into small pieces, consuming them at a leisurely pace.The apple was exceedingly sweet, a flavor Lola had never encountered in the prime minister-president. Some dumb expert had advised that stimulating flavors could incite instability. Consequently, the fruits and vegetables within the manor were tasteless, inducing a sense of asceticism.Lola meticulously carved the apple into near-identical little cubes, ingesting them like a hamster until her cheeks bulged. Head bowed, she chewed vigorously.Such sweetness, the kind she longed to share with all her friends.On the other side, Caesar observed Lola
Lola opted for silence, gracefully indulging in a steaming hot bath, while Caesar refrained from lingering in her chamber.Perhaps the haughty General Caesar disdained to linger too long in a room belonging to someone of Asti lineage, or perhaps he was indeed a gentleman.Lola, however, paid little heed to such matters. Her hair, naturally curly and a rich shade of brown, had been cropped short, resulting in a voluminous, unmanageable mop that sprouted tufts in every direction. Despite her meticulous efforts with a hairdryer, Lola failed to tame the rebellious hair, conceding that she lacked the finesse required for such tasks.Fortuitously, the stylist Caesar had enlisted arrived punctually within half an hour. Much like a scene from the television series "Sparrow Omega Turns Phoenix," six individuals bustled about her, tending to her all-body beauty care while designing a new hairstyle and fashion ensemble.Lola felt like a doll, as they dressed her in a wine-red gown and softened h
Caesar personally pulled Mr. Barber, who had swallowed a bellyful of water, from the icy lake and helped Lola up from the ground, who was covering her tailbone and groaning. A part of Lola's skirt was torn, and the back of it was covered in dirt. Her hair was a bit messy, and the carefully designed honey-brown curls that once made her look like a little princess now made her look like a runaway princess. Other than that, Lola had no discomfort. By comparison, Mr. Barber, who had been accurately kicked into the lake, was much more unfortunate. At his age, having fallen twice and then kicked into the lake, drinking half a bellyful of water, it was not easy. Fortunately, it was only a brief faint. When he was rescued, Mr. Barber was still muttering, "...Oh God, what is that thing..." Lola remained silent, obediently following behind Caesar, like a squirrel hiding behind a tree stump, trying to tuck the hem of her skirt inwards to avoid exposure. Arthur also came over. His mother had o
Lola stood while eating her portion of the suckling pig. She couldn't sit on a chair now, as even the gentlest friction between her buttocks and the wooden seat would cause pain. The corset that had helped her maintain an upright posture was now completely removed, and Lola gasped for breath while standing and eating her meat.Caesar wasn't hungry, as he usually hadn't eaten much the night. Lola's tearful yet determined eating surprised him.The roast suckling pig was so big; even if Lola was greedy, her ostrich-like stomach couldn't accommodate an entire pig. The pig leg, roasted with applewood charcoal, was tender and juicy. Cut into thin slices with a sharp knife, the crispy skin covered the white meat. Lola held the plate and wished she could just throw away her fork, holding the meat and shoveling it directly into her mouth.If Caesar weren't there, she would definitely do so. Caesar stood up, the sound of his military coat rubbing against the chair was minimal, just a faint nois
Caesar is not presently in a heat period; separated by such a vast distance, it is implausible for him to discern or be beguiled by the scent of an Omega.However, at this moment, Caesar thinks his heat period has arrived prematurely. Despite the great distance that separates him from Lola—so far that it surpasses human olfactory perception—he perceives her scent as if she were nearby.The glass on the table is empty, and Caesar wishes it to be filled with ice-cold water. Darkness encroaches as he remains motionless, confined and restrained by his military uniform and belt, enveloped and bound.The light from the screencasts upon Caesar, as if projecting the silhouette of the girl onto his embraceMoments ago, the indistinct radio receiver suddenly becomes clear, and a moist, sweet voice emerges in his ear. Caesar sits upright, hands clasped together, his expression impatient, as he listens to the breaths and whispers emanating from the headset."...Caesar, fuck me...""Ah...Admiral,
If he could do it all over again, Caesar would choose to send this gluttonous little piglet to the detention room without any hesitation, rather than having her lying there with flushed cheeks, communicating with his mother now.She even used that honey-like voice to converse, "… Yes, Caesar didn't want me to tell you… even though he has already marked me permanently, but because of my background—"When Lola talked to people with this kind of voice and demeanor, she didn't look like a foolish troublemaker at all. Before she could say anything more, Caesar, with a stern face, successfully took the phone from her hand.He didn't reprimand this restless girl who was still causing trouble even when sick, his mother's surprised voice came from the phone, "… Caesar! Have you found an Omega you like? I'm so happy for you…"Caesar: "…""She seems to be a little uncomfortable. Did you not treat her gently? That's not good, Caesar. Omegas are weaker than you think…"Caesar: "…"No, he was cert
To this day, Lola is still unable to determine Caesar's tolerance and bottom line. He is so concerned about her race that even the physiological feedback is suppressed.Lola once despised herself for being an Omega, she hated and resisted the effect of pheromones on the body. Now, she finally clearly feels the benefits brought by the pheromones. What Caesar left was rapidly flowing and transported in her blood, like basking in the sun on a winter blanket, the painful nerves no longer screaming, so comfortable as if drinking a cup of hot cocoa in the snow.She desperately needed to get out of this cage, but unfortunately, Caesar did not show Lola any tenderness this time.Lola sat on the bed, released her grip, and extended her beautiful feet with diamond-tipped nails. She tilted her face slightly and looked at Caesar, asking, "Don't you need my help?"Caesar finally approached Lola, gripping the back of her neck, and asked, "Do you think I am a beast swayed by desire?"Lola admitted t
Lola only found out that Emilia had come to find her after she finished her class.She threw a whole piece of chocolate into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed hard: "Where is she?""She went to the back mountain with Instructor Angus."Lola drank a whole cup of hot cocoa and ate two more pieces of chocolate. She checked her schedule. There were no classes today, she could rest now.But, by next week, Lola has to leave here to continue her studies as a student.What an unfortunate event.Yes, Lola still needs to receive a university education now. She passed the written exam smoothly and is now a student at a certain university in the empire.However, due to her special status, she doesn't have to live in a dormitory. She only needs to go there when she has classes.It's a holiday now. After the holiday is over, Lola has to leave here temporarily and focus on studying at school.Also, she needs to receive he
Besides blood, there were also bone marrow, semen... oh, the latter was not a necessity.Caesar's identity was special, and he naturally knew what this meant. To some extent, the permanent marking was actually restraining the omega, but Caesar made the same promise to her.He shared blood and life with her.The nightingale that grew up in the dark eventually perched on a large tree.The tree provided its sap for her nourishment.......After Lola successfully enrolled in school, Caesar's mood did not improve.For some reasons, Emilia was ahead of Lola in grade, so she couldn't take care of Lola all the time. And Lola's physique was such that it was best not to bleed...Unfortunately, the school Lola attended was a mixed one. Although she chose politics as her major, there were many alphas who would go to the battlefield in the future.The school had strict security, but privately, Caesar would still send Salleri 's guard
Emilia took two minutes to understand the meaning in Angus' words. When realization dawned, she pressed her hand, covered in wolf fur, to Angus' face."You're dreaming," Emilia said. "I won't let you permanently mark me! You filthy creature."The young miss felt her dignity was severely challenged - she would rather have the wolf pack get used to her scent...she would rather reluctantly pet these frenzied carnivores than be permanently marked by him.For an omega, that meant eternal commitment.Angus sighed, "Very well then."He lowered his eyes slightly. In his field of vision, Emilia was still angrily touching the wolf pack, her hair and chest heaving with agitated breaths. Emilia didn't like the beastly smells on her. She asked Angus, "Is there another way?"She said, "Anything except a permanent mark...I'll do."Angus looked conflicted. "Yes, miss. But that may still offend you.""Nothing's more offensiv
For Emilia, what happened after wakening was like an uncontrolled, bittersweet nightmare.The source of the nightmare was Angus, kneeling on one knee at her feet, wiping her feet with a soft cloth.The liquid on her feet had been carefully wiped clean by Angus. The room was filled with the scent of roasted coffee beans. Emilia clenched her hands tightly on the silk sheets, staring at Angus. He was still alive.Not just alive, he was well and present before her as an enemy, silently bent over and wiping, just like before.The difference was Emilia. She raised her foot slightly, trying to kick Angus's shoulder, but the pain made her gasp and ask him, "How dare you?"How dare you deceive me? You pledged loyalty to me.I thought you were dead. I sent many people out to find you. I wanted to avenge you.Angus lifted his face, gripping Emilia's foot, looking straight into her eyes. He said nothing. After a moment, he leaned to the side and lightly kissed the top of Emilia's foot.Enraged, E
The confessional was dark and damp, and there seemed to be a faint gloomy scent floating in the air. The choir's prayers were fading away in the distance, and the temperature had not yet receded. Emilia let down her skirt to cover her sweat.Emilia asked, "Do you know what you are doing?"Emilia had her back to Angus, and she could only see Angus's face in the dim shadow of the pillar. He lowered his eyes slowly, "I know that I cannot walk with you in the light, but you cannot take away my right to love you."Emilia turned around, holding the silk handkerchief that she had used to wipe her sweat. She was somewhat annoyed, "Angus!"Angus did not dodge or avoid. He met her gaze. Emilia raised her hand, and gritted her teeth, "You still have one more chance to correct yourself."Angus said, "I promise my loyalty and love to you. If you think loving you needs to be punished, I have no complaints."Emilia was so upset by his words that she wanted to slap him, but her hand hesitated in the
Emilia noticed Angus' covert actions for the second time at the cusp of spring and summer.For a long stretch of time, Emilia and Angus maintained this secret relationship, hidden from others.As the relationship with the Asti people became increasingly strained and terror attacks were intermittent, the Duke of Salleri was increasingly busy and rarely at home. The daily routine of Lady Salleri was composed of eating, sleeping, reading, and urging Caesar — she hoped that Caesar would return soon and find a suitable omega.In comparison, the Salleri clan placed more emphasis on familial relations.No one paid particular attention to Emilia, nor would they believe that Emilia would have any relations with an Asti person.On horseback, in a small cabin, amid forest flowers, Emilia savored the joy of secret rendezvous with her lover — she wanted to refer to him as a lover, a term that seemed too intimate, but she couldn't find any other word that suited him better.In the past six months,
Winter came, particularly early this year.Angus didn't have much feeling for winter. In the Asti isolation zone, there was no equipped heating system. The lowest temperature was not more than minus ten degrees, and most people could keep warm by relying on fireplaces or self-installed heating pipes.Further north, when the temperature drops to minus twenty or even thirty degrees, the harsh weather and snow become extremely lethal.Every year when the snow melts, many elderly people pass away.And Emilia likes snow. The ancestors of the Salleri estate originally lived in the far and cold north, close to the Arctic. The cold gave them high cheekbones, a more three-dimensional appearance, skin as pure as snow, and hair as silver as moonlight.Once, the Salleri family was called the King in the Snow. Later, as time went by, the nickname changed, becoming the Grim Reaper in the Ice and Snow, the Devil.The entire family has the trait of pride, and Emilia is no exception. They also have an
Emilia was not sure if Angus dared to continue to deceive her.After all, in Emilia's memory, Angus had never lied to her, except for the exception just now, but Emilia couldn't rule out that it was her own stubbornness that caused it.Emilia slowly gathered a breath in her chest, she stared at Angus's face, hesitated for a few minutes, and then Angus leaned in.He seemed to no longer intend to persuade her with words, it was still a war of tongues, but it was no longer about language and argument but about flexible and exquisite skills.Emilia grabbed Angus's hair hard, she warned him: "This is your last chance, if you can't satisfy me, I will kill you."She emphasized the word 'kill'.There's no way, alpha and omega are naturally endowed with certain differences in body size and strength, and Angus's fighting skills are indeed more proficient than Emilia's. Excluding the master-servant relationship, if they really had to fight, Emilia was no match for Angus.But Emilia can suppress
Angus had little memory of his foster parents; they were a couple as ordinary as they come, living in the isolation zone like all other Asti people, cut off from the outside world. Most Asti people lived this way, many never left the isolation zone until their death. In dark, cramped houses, with narrow spaces between buildings that barely let sunlight in, roaches, ants, and rats were frequent visitors. The area's basic sanitary conditions were poor and neglected, relying on conscientious people to organize free volunteer groups. Whenever a flu outbreak occurred, it was devastating. Every autumn and winter, people died from the flu. It seemed as if the world's suffering enjoyed preying on the poor. The "medicine" and food in the isolation zone had to be transported from the outside, but those in charge of the isolation zone didn't take the needs of these pitiful people to heart. Even the people caring for livestock on the farms were more diligent than these officials. The "medicine"