Chapter 1

Song Nanke developed a beverage that makes people addicted to their own pheromones.

At his birthday party that day, he wanted his favorite Omega to drink, but his rival drank it instead!

He had always disliked this rival in love; not only was he tall, but he was also a wealthy CEO.

The two first met in a dimly lit bar. Just as Song Nanke was about to strike up a conversation with the Omega, Yan Heng pulled him out.

A man in a black trench coat can be quite intimidating when he frowns.

"Given this, what are you, an Omega, doing trying to blend into an Alpha group without any protection?"

Song Nanke was furious. He punched the other person away, yelling, "Are you blind? I'm an Alpha!"

Unexpectedly, instead of pushing the other person away, he swayed and fell into Yan Heng's arms.

As an Alpha, I have completely lost face.

That's not all. After finally getting to know the Omega she liked, he actually asked for Yan Heng's number.

The man's hands were in his pockets, the light reflecting off his eyes like water droplets turning to ice, his face half-lit and half-shadowed.

When Song Nanke looked back, she met the other person's gaze. Those eyes were as deep as whirlpools, with a captivating, siphoning force.

Not wanting to lose her beloved, Song Nanke handed Omega a drink, but Yan Heng took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that things were not going well, Song Nanke was about to leave when Yan Heng trapped her in a corner of the stairs.

"What did you add?"

The man was too close, and Song Nanke felt his breath on her neck, making her tense up. "It's just a drink, how can it make you addicted to my pheromones?"

The frost in Yan Heng's eyes began to melt. "Then how can I satisfy my craving? By holding you?"

Song Nanke pushed the other person away, "Yes, but I don't want to be hugged by an Alpha."

Yan Heng remained expressionless. "Then I'll have no choice but to disclose the beverage information to the public."

"No!" This was disgraceful, and Song Nanke didn't want to ruin his reputation. "You hug me instead."

The heavy curtains fell, obscuring the two figures.

Yan Heng hugged her from behind, and Song Nanke's back pressed against his strong chest.

The man's nose brushed against the back of his neck, his breath hot, like a leopard sniffing a rose.

Footsteps approached and then receded at the stairwell, their sound ringing in Song Nanke's ears and pounding in his heart.

After the person left, he shoved them away abruptly, his face burning. "Are you ever going to stop?"

And so they fled in disarray.

Song Nanke never expected the drink to have such a powerful effect. Despite her constant hugs, she made the man increasingly addicted to her pheromones.

Yan Heng would pick her up and drop her off from get off work every day. At first, he would just hug her when she got in the car, but later he would linger for a long time before she got out. Once, Song Nanke discovered that one of the buttons on her shirt was missing.

Even worse, one time when the man's lips touched the back of her neck, Song Nanke felt so comfortable that her bones went numb.

The kiss felt gentle, like velvet caressing the skin.

The tides rise and fall on the mudflats of the heart, like millions of hermit crabs roaming sideways.

The two were stunned when Song Nanke gave a soft hum.

After fleeing in panic, Song Nanke realized that he had also become addicted to Yan Heng.

For the next few days, he avoided Yan Heng, not going to the company and refusing to answer his calls.

I asked the company's R&D staff, and they said it might be because Yan Heng's addiction was too strong, and his pheromones were affecting him in the opposite direction. Even the Omega secretary's help in releasing pheromones had no effect.

On the day of the bidding, the vice president was jokingly remarking that Song Nanke was very lucky and had an Omega aura when he ran into Yan Heng.

The other person wore silver-rimmed glasses, and the shoulder line of his suit resembled the creases of a poem under the light and shadow; his pupils were as deep and dark as ink.

The two brushed past each other. Song Nanke greeted him, but Yan Heng merely glanced at him before turning away.

What do you mean? Just a few days ago, you were being very clingy.

Song Nanke was somewhat annoyed. During the bidding process, he deliberately went against Yan Heng, always offering a slightly lower price than the other party.

The two interacted like strangers. During the lunch break, Yan Heng swayed as he stood up, his face as pale as paper, his brows furrowed as he pressed his forehead.

Song Nanke suddenly realized what was happening.

This is a man experiencing pheromone addiction.

Feeling guilty because of his own drink, Song Nanke hesitated for a long time before awkwardly sending a message saying that if he wanted to satisfy his craving, he would meet him in the underground parking lot in half an hour.

The parking lot was dimly lit, as if shrouded in mist. Song Nanke waited for more than forty minutes but the other person did not appear.

Biting his nails, Song Nanke felt agitated.

He shouldn't have bothered helping; he should have just let the guy faint!

As he turned to leave, just as he was passing a black Cullinan, someone opened the car door and pulled him inside.

Losing his balance, Song Nanke cried out in surprise and was then lifted up and sat down.

It was Yan Heng.

The man's expression was indifferent as he repeatedly wiped Song Nanke's neck with a square handkerchief.

His skin was irritated from being rubbed, and Song Nanke couldn't help but push the other person's hand away.

"What's wrong with you?" He covered his gland. "If you keep this up, I'm leaving."

Yan Heng suddenly raised his eyes, his pupils like a dangerous cage, trapping light and shadow like a canary in a gilded cage.

But the expression vanished in an instant; the man turned pale and rested his head on Song Nanke's shoulder.

"Don't go," he said weakly. "Can I hug you?"

It sounds like... she's being coquettish.

The fact that she deliberately pulled open his collar made Song Nanke's cheeks burn, and he turned his face away, his voice muffled.

"Just hug me if you want to, what are you dawdling for?"

When he was held tightly in the other person's arms, Song Nanke noticed that the other person's bones were trembling, as if he had been holding back for a long time.

Embracing each other, satisfying all the skin's desires, sharp teeth brushed against the glands, and Song Nanke almost cried out.

Her lips were covered by the man's large hand, and his voice was low and husky as he whispered in her ear, "Someone's here."

Song Nanke opened her mouth to speak, but accidentally licked Yan Heng's palm.

The man looked down at him, his pupils like snow-covered volcanoes, with lava flowing beneath the charred black surface.

The shirt collar was pulled up to the shoulder, and kisses trickled down the collarbone.

His chest pounded wildly, his breathing became erratic, and Song Nanke's voice broke into fragments.

The man's kiss brushed against the corner of his lips, and something made Song Nanke almost unable to sit still.

Realizing what was happening, Song Nanke, as an Alpha, instantly flew into a rage and slapped the other person.

"What? You're treating me like an Omega sex partner?"

Yan Heng's face was turned to the side after being hit, and Song Nanke pulled up his collar and fled in panic.

The bidding process, which was already unintentional, ended abruptly.

In the days that followed, Song Nanke suffered from insomnia frequently. Although it wasn't her most vulnerable period, she was restless and unable to control herself.

Being addicted to someone's pheromones is so unpleasant.

With no other option, Song Nanke could only fall asleep by hugging the scarf that Yan Heng had given him.

If they're all this addicted, maybe being friends with benefits isn't so bad.

Song Nanke was startled by his own thoughts.

Forget it, what's there to be afraid of as an Alpha? It's not like I'll lose anything by becoming one.

For the first time ever, Song Nanke bought roses and a cake and went directly to Yan Heng's company, instructing the secretary not to alert Yan Heng.

As she was about to push open the door, she heard voices coming from inside; it was Omega.

"You and Song Nanke are inseparable, have you fallen in love with him?"

My heart pounded as the words came through.

"How could I possibly like an Alpha? It's just the effect of drugs."

Yan Heng's voice was cold.

"Didn't you tell me to hold him back and stop him from bothering you?"