I used to be the Empire’s strongest Alpha general. To avoid scaring my sweet little puppy, I desperately hid my true identity, pretending to be gentle and kind in front of him. Until one night, I saw him twist his slender waist and effortlessly climb onto an enemy’s back. With a flick of his wrist, the man was dead. That familiar figure made me instantly recognize him as the enemy general I had been fighting for so long. I was stunned. Injured, I tried to escape on the spot. But to my surprise, he clung to me, his fingers teasing my waist. “Babe, I’m already pregnant. Are you really going to abandon your wife and child?” As soon as I entered the room, a rich milky scent overwhelmed me. I stared at the man I had just rescued lying on the bed. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes gazed at me dreamily. He was a poor little thing I had picked up at a nightclub. Seeing him being bullied, I had my subordinate arrange a hotel room for him and give him suppressants. I don’t know if my subordinate misunderstood my instructions or was distracted by urgent matters, but they left him alone in the room. As I approached, he grabbed my arm, tears welling up in his eyes. His fluffy hair nuzzled against my chest, exposing his delicate neck. “Please, help me,” he begged, his voice soft and tearful. Combined with the rich milky scent, it was hard for me to control myself. I resisted the rising heat and pushed him away, “Didn’t you take the suppressants?” Although this poor Omega was now begging me to mark him, it was just the instinct of all Omegas in heat. I didn’t want to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. He opened his hazy eyes, the corners slightly red, and reached out to hook my neck again, his grip surprisingly strong. “No, I couldn’t find them. Babe, I only want you. Please.” I took a deep breath and gripped his chin, “Are you sure?” He frowned, whimpering constantly as if in pain, and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing against me restlessly. I chuckled and pulled out a bunch of suppressants from under the pillow. “Aren’t these right here?” His face paled, a flash of panic crossing his features. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and bit his lip, looking at me. “I only want you, babe.” Tsk, tsk. What a cunning little cat. But I didn’t mind. Having gotten my answer, I didn’t hesitate to bite down on his delicate neck. The taste was indeed as delicious as I had imagined. He cried out in pain, clutching my collar tightly, staring at me in a daze as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Amelia, I like you.” My heart skipped a beat, the heat in my body rapidly subsiding. I immediately pulled away from him and swiftly pinched his pressure point. I knew very well that without my permission, my subordinates wouldn’t casually reveal my name, and I hadn’t exposed my identity just now. “Sweetheart, what did you just say?” I watched him warily, trying to search my memory for this face. But I couldn’t recall ever seeing him before. As if frightened, his face paled slightly. “Isn’t Amelia your name?” He pointed to my lighter that had fallen nearby. Indeed, my name was engraved on it. It was my habit to mark all my belongings. I felt slightly relieved, but still suspicious. My hand traced from his arm to his fragile scent gland, pressing lightly. I could destroy it at the slightest sign of danger. His body trembled, but instead of shrinking away as I expected, he moved closer, seemingly without any defense against me. I narrowed my eyes, caressing his vulnerable scent gland. He looked up at me, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears. Soft moans escaped his lips. “Babe, my pheromones really like you.” “And what about you?” I chuckled, my fingers lifting his shirt inch by inch until I was sure there were no dangerous items on his body. “I like you too.” The tips of his ears turned red as he pressed his chest closer to my hand. I smirked and indulged myself without hesitation. He responded as I wished, crying beneath me. But lost in this blissful moment, I failed to notice the triumphant smile on his face.
Early the next morning, after tucking him in and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, I headed to the military headquarters. My subordinate handed me the information they had gathered about him. This man called Ethan had a simple background – just an orphan struggling to survive in society. I smiled, guessing that Ethan might be following me for money. But I didn’t mind. After all, I had marked him. He couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. He was destined to be mine for life. “General, I still think we can’t keep this person,” my subordinate suddenly spoke up. I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t mind even if he came for money. The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then handed me a photo. “Ethan bears some resemblance to that masked general. I suspect he might be here to steal our military secrets.” The photo showed the side profile of the enemy general after removing his mask. Although the image was blurry, there was indeed a resemblance to Ethan. In an instant, I became alert and rushed back to the hotel. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned. Ethan’s fair skin was exposed, wrapped in red rope that snaked up to a bow at his neck. He wore fluffy cat ear accessories on his head and was kneeling on the bed, his pristine thighs on display. Perhaps due to embarrassment, his fair skin had taken on a faint reddish hue, incredibly alluring. He kept his head lowered, his eyelashes fluttering, the tips of his ears red. He didn’t dare look at me. “Babe, I’ll be very good. Please don’t abandon me.” His voice was timid, with a hint of tears. I hugged him tightly but didn’t rush to untie the bow. Instead, I caressed his fingers. His fingers were beautiful – slender and fair, with a thin layer of calluses between them. Not like someone who often handles guns. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Ethan tilted his head, looking at me with a blushing face, as if he didn’t know what I was doing. I traced from his fingers to his arm, gripping his joint tightly. My teeth grazed his scent gland. “I really want to dislocate all your joints, so you can only lie in bed at my mercy.” I figured that if he really was the enemy general, he would have lashed out by now, given how much I was provoking him. But Ethan only breathed heavily for a moment, his heartbeat quickening slightly. The pheromones he emitted remained gentle, without a trace of fear or anger. “As long as you’re willing, I’ll be your plaything,” Ethan licked his lips, his voice tinged with excitement. Feeling the changes in his body, I chuckled and bit down hard on his scent gland, mumbling, “You’re quite the pervert.” Ethan let out a soft moan, seemingly accepting this label. His body trembled as he panted heavily, “Help me, babe.” I untied the rope, staring at the red marks left by the tight binding, and pressed down hard on them. Tears immediately welled up in Ethan’s eyes. He grabbed my hand, his voice hoarse, sounding both pleading and delighted, “It hurts.”
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