Ignoring his subordinates who were already longing for the omega prince, Mephisto took the cub back to rest. The butler, who had been waiting at the door, saw Mephisto return carrying the cub and immediately knew something had happened. He couldn't help but ask about the cub's condition with concern.

Mephius gave a brief explanation and then quickly contacted a tight-lipped medical team to come and examine the cub.

Until the cub's test results come out.

The doctor said, "It's just a case of mild malnutrition, a cold, and pheromone overdose. I'll prescribe some supplements to nourish the glands right away. At your age, it's best to limit your son's use of pheromones."

Mephius nodded in agreement, which completely extinguished the suggestion that the adjutant had just made.

The adjutant didn't intend to exploit the cub; he simply understood that the military's alphas and betas were prone to mental chaos and had long suffered from mental turmoil. Therefore, he wanted to ask Mephisto for advice on whether the cub could visit the military headquarters more often in the future.

Regardless, the cub will be treated like a precious gem in the military from now on, and no one will harm the pacifier who can save him.

However, now that the doctor has advised against using pheromones on cubs, the adjutant has also given up on the idea.

Mephius knew what kind of person his adjutant was. Although he always said that he disliked the annoying military alphas, these words were actually just insults he exchanged with his comrades, mocking each other's weaknesses. In reality, the adjutant cared about all of Mephius's subordinates.

Mephius was his superior, and the legion was his home.

Mephius noticed the adjutant's disappointment, but in this matter, everyone knew that the cubs should be prioritized, and even the butler couldn't help but sigh and lament.

"Forgive me, General, but I have also wondered if the Lorenzo family had any offspring, could they save the young ladies and gentlemen who were already brain dead?"

"As you know, the appearance of a cub is a miracle, making one unable to help but expect more miracles to happen."

"But even if it's impossible, I won't regret it, because my family members haven't left us; they're still watching over us from their hibernation pods."

Mephius touched the cub's face.

It's impossible not to have some wishful thinking.

But now, he is the father of his cubs, and nothing is more important than his baby.

Therefore, what Mephisto hopes for most is that the cub can grow up healthy. Even if the cub cannot use the ability to heal others, he will not be disappointed in the cub.

The child will always be Mephisto's child.

Even if the cub wasn't an omega, but a beta or alpha, the cub could still save Mephisto from dire straits.

Because the cub is his closest relative, bound by blood, he is both father and cub.

The baby will heal the father, and the father will become the baby's eternal protector, swearing loyalty to the death and never leaving his side.

Mephisto gently stroked the cub's forehead with his mechanical hand, as if caressing a precious treasure, and whispered to him:

"Get well soon, baby."

As if hearing Mephius's words, the cub grabbed Mephius's hand. His small hand was weak, but it held Mephius's sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go.

Mephisto had no choice but to lie down on the bed and sleep next to the cub, following the cub's lead.

The cub sensed its father's presence and immediately rolled over, curling itself up and snuggling into its father's arms, its size just right to fit into Mephisto's embrace.

Before Mephisto could even move, the little guy took his father's hand and covered his belly like a blanket. This way, the baby was completely encircled by his father, making him feel very safe.

The cub fell asleep contentedly. Seeing this, the butler and the others also fell silent and withdrew. The dolphin chandelier in the children's room was turned off, and the cozy room became dark again.

But with Dad around, I'm not cold at all, and I'm not lonely at all.

The cub slept very well and felt that apart from being a little listless, he had no other adverse reactions.

Moreover, he doesn't need injections or medicine, and he can stay snuggled in his father's arms without getting down. The cub even thinks this is great, and he wants to let his pheromone cat out to play.

But whenever he had this thought, his father's pheromones would follow closely, like a male lion constantly observing the cub's movements. If he noticed something was wrong with the cub, he would immediately chase after the cub's rear and shove it back down with a paw.

"Waaah..."

The cub held its head, obediently burying its face in its father's arms, and remained still.

Mephius glanced at the cub that had tried to misbehave but had burrowed into his arms and pretended to be dead, then continued working on his documents.

His communication device would ring from time to time.

These guys used to be afraid of him. Unless it was something important for work, they would never call him, let alone have a private conversation with Mephisto.

But now, Mephisto's communications are much noisier, all from people who experienced comforting the cubs that day.

They tacitly kept the cub's secret, but none of them recovered from the withdrawal symptoms.

However, they had no way to contact the cubs and dared not anger Mephius, so they could only pretend to be indifferent and greet Mephius every morning, noon and evening, and occasionally ask him, "General, have you eaten?"

But it's obvious to anyone with eyes that their real intentions are not what they seem.

But there's something even crazier: the colonel who was rescued by the cubs went straight to Mephisto the next day and unleashed his ultimate attack right at his face.

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