The foremost Alpha‘s bride

 As Caesar realized that his suppressants had failed him, a faint whiff of Omega pheromones floated nearby, redolent of the first blooming jasmine of the morning, dewdrops cascading down the pristine white petals.

 

The crisp and delicate pheromones permeated the air, pure and tender, so clear that any impure thoughts seemed sacrilegious.

 

However, for Caesar, in his vulnerable state, the scent only served to kindle his desire to ravage.

 

He had toiled for 35 consecutive hours, managing the senile bureaucrats in the Senate and the House of Commons, culminating in a covert Cabinet meeting held in the dead of night at the Prime Minister's residence, when he felt a subtle discomfort in his body.

 

During his susceptible period, he arrived prematurely.

 

For an Alpha, heat sensitized them to the pheromones released by the Omega in their vicinity. They could perceive even the faintest hint of the fragrance.

 

A specific General, who had succumbed to his susceptible period and violated the child of a Cabinet Minister, had been sentenced to thirty years imprisonment, forfeiting all his rights.

 

Transgressions against the law and blatant disregard for Omegas have been condemned and mandated in every Alpha's training.

 

To suppress their instinctual impulses and preserve their rationality and judgment, most Alphas relied on suppressants, and Caesar was no exception.

 

However, his physique was exceptional, and most suppressants available on the market were ineffectual for him. He possessed outstanding drug resistance and only relied on a particular suppressant.

 

Today, that suppressant had failed him without effect.

 

As soon as the meeting concluded, Caesar felt an inexplicable unease.

 

He became restless and irritable, with blood coursing through his veins at a heightened pace and an acute sensitivity to the senses of smell and touch.

 

His aggression augmented, thirst intensified, and pheromone acuity became even more acute.

 

All signs point to his susceptible period.

 

The newly appointed Cabinet Minister was still trying to convey the message to him, "Regarding further restrictions on the Asti people, I have a new proposal. I believe that limiting their movement and confining them to--"

 

"Lord Charles," Caesar interjected, "Are you proposing we emulate the fascists and establish concentration camps?"

 

The Minister faltered, "General Caesar, isn't your family committed to exterminating the Asti people?"

 

"I believe that perhaps we don't need such extreme measures," Caesar replied, stifling his discomfort and politely bidding farewell before leaving.

 

Thankfully, none of the attendees in the covert meeting were Omegas, and Caesar still managed to control his impulses and preserve his rationality.

 

Caesar emerged from the Prime Minister's residence, clad in a black military uniform, with his driver and deputy waiting outside. They swiftly drove him to the nearest hospital to receive a powerful injection of suppressants. Caesar carefully chose a route to evade all surveillance equipment to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

 

Caesar caught the unmistakable scent of a newly matured Omega as he traversed a road lined with serene cedars. Sensing the source was less than 50 meters away in a jagged cave, this poor Omega, inexperienced in using suppressants, was in the midst of their first fever period, emitting pheromones without any defense and unaware of the trouble they were inviting. She/he can only secretly hide in such a remote corner and endure it.

 

Did she/he think this would prevent Alpha from infringing on her/him?

 

So naive

 

Caesar, donning gloves, walked past the Omega without stopping, his silver hair shining under the moonlight. The golden badge on his uniform swayed, emitting a metallic clinking sound.

 

The wind was blowing in the opposite direction, carrying the scent of jasmine towards Caesar, as he heard a cry for help from Omega: "Help me."

 

It was a female Omega.

 

Caesar abruptly halted, standing on the stone-paved road. The purple sage hadn't bloomed yet; only its thick green leaves were visible. The night wind blew faintly, echoing Omega's cry for help.

 

After two seconds of silence, Caesar walked through the sage bushes toward the source of the smell. The black military boots crushed the fresh green sap of the sage leaves, sticking helplessly to the shoes.

 

Maintaining a high vigilance, Caesar approached the cave with his hands on his gun and military uniform. Upon arriving, he saw the Omega girl, clad in a plain white long skirt loosely draped over her thin body. She was curled up, hugging her legs, with her brown curly hair covering her face. The stones scratched her narrow shoulders and ankles, and she was crying in discomfort from resisting her fever period.

 

Caesar frowned, disapproving of her handling of the situation. Even with education, the Omega was clueless about managing her fever, foolishly hiding in the rocks in the garden. Weak, innocent, and incompetent, this Omega possessed all the traits that Caesar despised.

 

Upon meticulous evaluation, those granted access to the Prime Minister's residence, whether Alphas or Omegas, possess exceptional work capabilities. However, this particular Omega hiding in a cave did not fit Caesar's preconceived notion of what a staff member should be. She appeared to him as a useless and fragile decoration.

 

There were protocols for dealing with unexpected situations at the Prime Minister's residence, and Caesar quickly reached for his phone and his holstered gun. His initial thought was to call for someone to remove this unexpected and feverish Omega. Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience.

 

As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

 

It wasn't an attack but more like an act of desperation from someone tormented by a fever. The Omega's skin was unbelievably delicate, and as she touched the emblem, the blunt edge of the metal scratched her, and a drop of blood fell onto Caesar's golden stamp. Caesar could smell the sweetness of her blood. The fragile jasmine seemed like it could break with just a touch.

 

Caesar pressed the black gun barrel against her forehead and sternly commanded, "Let go." The barrel left a red mark on her skin, but she still pleaded with a weak, trembling voice, "Sir, please help me." The girl touched Caesar's emblem with her injured fingers and raised her face.

 

Under the moonlight, Caesar saw her face. She had a more delicate look than Caesar had imagined, pale, frail, with brown curls and brown eyes. Compared to the jasmine, she seemed more like a snowflake falling quickly. The gun had been cocked, and the bullet was a load. She lifted her face, and her brown curls fell, revealing a clear racial mark on the side of her earlobe. This mark confirmed her identity- an Asti person with low status, not allowed to hold federal office.

 

Caesar's finger pressed the trigger. He looked down at the girl's brown eyes in annoyance. This Asti girl who had annoyed him would disappear entirely with one shot. Caesar would not be responsible for anything. The girl seemed unaware of the danger of the gun, staring at Caesar with a blank expression, even reaching out to grasp the barrel.

 

Her fingers were still bleeding, and blood dripped from the black gun barrel. Caesar's finger was still on the trigger. Any slight movement could cause this girl to be killed instantly. The bullets in the chamber could take her life. Her brown eyes showed no fear, as if she didn't care that Caesar might shoot her right now.

 

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the black gun barrel. Blood flowed down her snow-white palm like a rose blooming in the snow.

 

"Bite me," the girl who had lost her mind due to the fever begged Caesar, "Please mark me."