Unfortunately, no one raises children as a family unit anymore, so children have never received pheromones from their parents and naturally no longer ask for them.

The cubs are lucky.

He nestled in his father's arms as soon as he got home.

The pheromone suppression of a high-level alpha that would strike fear into the hearts of others had no effect on the cub, as if the cub had already fallen asleep following this scent countless times.

This is indeed the familiar taste of dad's cooking.

The cub burrowed even deeper into Mephisto's blanket, as if his father were still holding him with a sense of security.

This deliberate attempt to find the scent of the parents' pheromones almost made Mephisto lose control of his pheromone leakage.

The cub's demands would prompt him to act immediately, as if he wanted to drain his glands and fill the entire room with his scent.

Because there was a third person in the room, Mephisto restrained his impulse, tried to detach himself from the subconscious desire to stay with the cub, and planned to leave the room.

The sleeping cub seemed to sense something, and groggily reached out its little hand to tug at Mephisto's hem.

Just when Mephisto thought he was about to cry again, the cub had already calmly accepted that his father had to go to work again.

He was just a little reluctant to part with it.

Just a little bit.

Because the little one had just come from the garbage planet, the joy of reuniting with his father hadn't faded yet. He was quite strong when he was alone, but in his father's arms, he turned back into that spoiled little cub.

The girl was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears, so she could only keep her head down and try to persuade Mephisto to stay. But at the same time, she comforted herself in her heart:

Every father is the same; not every father can be by his child's side every moment.

The cub is a mature cub, so of course it won't cry because of this.

He doesn't even cry when he goes to kindergarten anymore.

The child tried to comfort himself for a long time before asking in a low voice:

"Is Daddy going to work?"

Undeterred by Mephisto's lack of response, the cub rubbed against its father's sheets affectionately, then shyly raised its head and tried again to give Mephisto's bite stopper a peck.

After the kiss, the little turtle immediately went back to being a little turtle under the covers, muttering in a low voice:

"Daddy needs to come home early to see his baby."

Who would be in the mood to work like this?!

This little guy has such a great set of ideas!

The adjutant was dumbfounded, thinking to himself that it was no wonder this little guy had turned the entire Federation upside down and made everyone dizzy, but he didn't notice that Mephisto's eyes had already expanded into full pupils.

The hollow black of his eyes contained upright red pupils.

Like a wild beast that has locked onto its target, it is eager to devour the sweet fruit in front of it.

If it weren't for the bite blocker, his canines and excessive saliva would probably have been completely exposed to the cubs. Alphas of such high rank don't seem like evolved humans; rather, they are like genetic reversions, possessing more animalistic instincts.

Just like now, faced with an overwhelming impulse, I can't distinguish between appetite and love.

Moreover, Mephisto had never encountered such a situation before.

He truly mistook that rising insatiable greed for a taste of food, using his eyes to gauge where to bite the cub, perhaps by biting the vein in its neck, he could taste the most intense, sweet flavor.

But they're too small; there aren't enough to eat.

Like a precious and luxurious expensive dish, the chef was too stingy, so Mephisto could only savor the deliciousness bit by bit, unwilling to swallow it whole.

Just as Mephisto was pondering how to put his plan into action, his bracelet rang urgently.

His subordinates were urging him to go to work.

Mephius clicked his tongue and glanced at his adjutant, indicating that he wanted to leave the adjutant there.

But then I thought about the taboo between alphas and omegas, and this little idiot didn't seem to have learned anything about the physiology of alphas and omegas. If he wasn't the baby's father, then the baby's actions were completely walking into a trap.

He placed too much trust in strangers.

This will give those without omega the illusion that they can get permission from the offspring and will take advantage of it.

Mephius was like a parent with a silly child. Before the cub developed a sense of self-defense, he was like a rigid old scholar who would never allow anyone of the other gender to come into contact with the cub.

Even omegas won't work.

Mephius silently thought of those arrogant omegas who had become domineering because they had been indulged and pampered by the entire Federation, and felt that the current cubs were better.

Although Mephius doesn't mind the cubs becoming a little naughty, they can't be spoiled by others.

The cubs must be spoiled little by little under Mephisto's protection.

Mephisto thought this way, as if he were completely unaware of his overwhelming desire for control.

Almost all military alphas are dictators like this. They have tasted the fruits of power and enjoy the exclusive authority of the military. The higher their position, the more they will fuel the dictator's appetite.

Mephius was such a dictator.

Before Mephisto returned to the room, he set it to high-security mode, so that no one except Mephisto, who could open the door with his iris, could enter.

Mephius also installed surveillance cameras in the room out of concern. He could see the cub still curled up on the bed, fast asleep, when he opened his communication terminal.

However, this perspective reminded Mephius of that game.

Although the cub is now in his room, the cub's game has been keeping him company day and night for a while, and Mephisto is starting to miss it after not being online for so long.

He clicked on the game as if possessed, but he didn't expect that the background in the game had changed. Now, Mephius knew every single detail of the room's layout by heart.

Because this is his room.

After the cubs were moved, even the background in the game changed.

Mephius's first reaction was not one of wonder, but rather a sense of threat.

He didn't feel spied on at all when he returned with the cubs, but as soon as he left, the game started making money off the cubs again.

He shouldn't have brought that screen back with him.

Mephius could no longer continue the meeting. After a few words, he adjourned the meeting and immediately hurried back to his room.

Because he always had his communication device with him, he could see in real time that the baby was still sleeping in the game.

But when he pushed open the door, he actually appeared in the game along with him.

The pixelated figure representing him slowly walked to the cub's side, his black beady eyes, furrowed in a frown, warily scanning the surroundings, before an angry expression appeared above his head.