Chapter 4 — THE WRONG BOTTLE The field had emptied long after Caius left. The instructor had shouted himself hoarse, calling out commands no one dared disobey. Caius, meanwhile, had gone straight to the office behind the training grounds. The coach looked up from a stack of reports, his expression already sour. “You again?” “I came to explain,” Caius said, in a calm voice. “It’s not that I’m refusing to train. I just can’t release pheromones.” The man’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean you can’t?” “My instincts…” Caius hesitated, searching for words that wouldn’t sound like an excuse. “It doesn’t answer me anymore. It’s been that way for a while.” The coach leaned back in his chair, unimpressed. “You expect me to believe a Beta lost connection with his primal instincts? You know how that sounds, right?” “I’m aware.” For a long moment, the coach just stared at him, his jaw working. Then he sighed and gestured toward the window. “Fine. Until you get that thing under control, yo
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