suspicion

The moment when Lola hugged Caesar, she couldn't imagine the kind of treatment she would receive—her fever period arrived earlier than she expected. As the daughter of a significant criminal, she lived in a small house inside the Prime Minister's residence. 

She was prohibited from leaving unless there was a need for publicity or the newly appointed Prime Minister wanted to show his kindness, allowing Lola to take some happy photos before being locked back in the yard.

Escape was even more impossible as her ankle was forcibly fixed with a positioning chip. Once she went beyond the designated range, the chip would sound an alarm and release an electric current strong enough to make Lola unconscious.

 

Three years ago, Lola learned from her teacher how every Omega should handle their first heat after adulthood - by taking suppressant pills to cover up the scent of their pheromones and staying away from Alphas, especially those in their sensitive period.

 

During her heat period, Lola's physical strength significantly decreased without suppressants. Hormones caused her body to release many pheromones that could attract Alphas while also causing subtle changes in her physique. Her skin became smoother and more radiant than usual, her hair and eyes brighter and glossy, and her lips plumper. However, she also lost some physical and mental energy and suffered from the harmful effects of increased hormones.

 

For example, at the moment, Lola stood on her tiptoes with trembling hands, holding the gun the silver-haired man in front of her had put on her. He wore black gloves and a dark military uniform, and the golden badge on his chest shone with a dull metallic luster. The edge of the badge had just cut Lola's finger, and the coldness and pain were like a shot of ice-cold liquor.

 

The tall man made it impossible for Lola to touch his cheek. She held the cold gun and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please help me."

 

The silver-haired man asked, "Are you a staff member here?"

 

As expected, he was very cautious.

 

Lola had stuck to his uniform. Her clothes were loose and soft. The white shirt she had just changed into seemed like the wind could easily tear it. Sticking to the cold uniform, Lola smelled the strong scent emanating from him.

 

The Alpha's pheromones were aggressive, like whiskey on the rocks, the coldness on the blade, and the snow plain under the moonlight. 

These mature scents blended, making Lola want to hug him uncontrollably, matching the mutual attraction between pheromones, strong enough to override human reason.

 

The jasmine scent on her body also tempted the man. Lola was uncertain if he was also experiencing the same attraction. At least he didn't put the gun in her mouth or pull the trigger without hesitation.

 

When she stretched out her hand to hug him from behind, her cheek pressing against his stiff military uniform, Lora heard the silver-haired man uncontrollably let out a suppressed low pant from his throat. He ordered in a near-grinding-tooth manner, "Let go."

 

Lola didn't let go. She pushed her hair to one side, the brand on her cheek and ear like a flickering little flame.

 

The white neck and the brand indicating her lowly status appeared in front of the other person simultaneously. She tightly held the gun with her knuckles, and her bones were intertwined, her voice low.

 

Lola pleaded with the other person: "Please, even if it's just a temporary mark... please save me."

 

Her vision had been blurred, and she could only see the other person's silver hair and violet-like eyes.

 

Enough.

 

Lola closed her eyes. She could hear the man's breathing. She knew what an uncontrollable Alpha could do and had already prepared herself for it.

 

The scent of pheromones intensified, and Lola kissed the military uniform with the other person's body temperature. The smell had a subtle, soothing effect, but Lola couldn't tell if her behavior was instinctive.

 

The other person's voice was full of disgust: "Crafty Asti people..."

 

Saying that he still didn't pull the trigger, not shooting this despicable person who had severely stained him. The hand-wearing black gloves violently tore apart the pure white clothes, and the mature male's scent was too intense. Lola could feel the fear she had physiologically produced, and every cell in her body was screaming to run away from this man who might be able to kill her directly.

 

Lola used her last bit of reason to beg him: "Please don't kill me, okay? You can do whatever you want. I want to continue living..."

 

The man didn't say anything, and the pheromones made him restless. He roughly picked up Lola, lowered his head, and fiercely bit her neck. The sharp teeth pierced the skin and penetrated the glands, and Lola covered her mouth, her eyes wide open in pain.

 

The other person was forcibly marking her temporarily. The pain of being temporarily kept was heavier than Lola had imagined, and she whimpered. The other person seemed not to know how to treat a lady or perhaps was indifferent to showing tenderness to an Asti person and carried her to a rock.

 

The last scene Lola remembered before losing consciousness was the other person's silver hair and the pale moon.

 

...

 

Lola woke up feeling uncomfortable. She was strictly controlled, wearing a pure white shirt, and the electronic chip shackles on her ankles remained there. Lola tried to move her ankles, but the intense discomfort made her take a deep breath.

 

It could have been better.

 

The feeling of being forcibly marked for the first time was not good, especially since the other person had muscular physical fitness and mental strength and was in a sensitive period. Lola found that she didn't have much power now.

 

Although she now bears a temporary mark and no longer emits excessive pheromones, yesterday's nightmare left Lora feeling utterly drained of energy. Struggling to sit up, she wonders if she should be grateful that the man from last night did not leave a permanent mark on her.

 

Pale and with dried blood on her neck, Lola sits on the edge of her bed, barely able to muster the energy to climb into it the night before. The aftermath of her experience is worse than she had imagined. At this point, Lora can only recall the man's silver hair and violet eyes, which are beginning to fade. She cannot remember how she returned to her room and changed into fresh clothing.

 

Exhausted, Lola is unsure how much time she has left to rest. She needs to remember where she tossed her alarm clock.

 

Her thoughts are interrupted as sunlight floods the room through the pushed-open door. Eugenie stands in the doorway, her golden hair shimmering, her brown eyes reflecting the battered and bruised Lora on the ground.

 

In a cold, robotic tone, Eugenie says, "Lola, I suspect you of leaking confidential files. Please cooperate with our investigation."