Chapter 110 Cyberabo (Free City) 23 Beast...
The flexible Song Qingqing realized that something was wrong the moment she caught the scent of Leut's pheromones. She knew she was wrong and turned around, wanting to jump off his legs and run away.
To make matters worse, facing Alpha Commander, whose fighting style was always swift and fierce, she couldn't even think about escaping successfully.
The tall and slender Leut reacted very quickly and put his arms around the girl's slender waist from behind. His other hand held her right wrist with just the right strength, and his rough thumb slowly stroked the inside of her wrist. Song Qingqing subconsciously pressed her left hand on Leut's strong and powerful arm, but because of the numbness in her wrist, she was unable to move her hand.
Leut calmly took the girl into his arms. Because of the difference in height and build, he could easily lower his head and kiss the girl's earlobe from behind her, but he just leaned over and whispered something in her ear.
"Qingqing, do you know? As your guardian, I remember your tidal period very clearly..." Leut's cool thin lips brushed against the tip of her ear, which was flushed, and he paused here subtly.
Song Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly, and she had a bad feeling.
As expected, the next second Leut said with a sigh: "But you probably don't know that I'm susceptible to it recently."
As the low and hoarse voice fell, the Alpha's strong and overbearing pheromones broke through all shackles and invaded the Omega girl in his arms, almost enveloping her completely. Song Qingqing's voice was trembling. If it weren't for Leut's hand on her waist, she would probably fall to the ground uncontrollably.
Leut lowered his golden eyes, watching the girl's slender white fingers tightly grasping his uniform sleeve, even her fingertips turned white, and the scorching heat was clearly transmitted to his arm through the fabric. He suddenly remembered some of the content mentioned in the Omega education manual.
To the Alpha who holds the initiative, Omegas are often passive. Even if they have passed the difficult tidal period, they will still be affected by the pheromones of the Alphas and enter the tidal period again.
This was never a fair fight, but rather Alpha's forced control over Omega.
The girl's warm fingers trembled as she grasped Leut's hand.
"So... Leut is going to mark me?"
It was more like an invitation to her guardian than a question. She no longer addressed him as Mr. Leut in a strange way, nor did she timidly call him Uncle Leut after getting into trouble. Instead, she only called him by his name.
Since Song Qingqing was facing away from Leut, he couldn't see the expression on the girl's face, but judging from her trembling body, her eyelashes were probably trembling when she said this, like a small animal cowering in the claws of an eagle, exposing its vulnerable belly, waiting for the predator to slowly cut it open with its claws and taste it.
To be honest, Song Qingqing was not at all opposed to being marked by Leut. After all, according to the plot outline, she was a rebellious girl who had a crush on her guardian. She even had some vague expectations because of her Omega physique and instincts.
Leut's eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the deep darkness in his golden eyes. The fabric of his trousers at the knees had been soaked at some point, bringing with it a warmth wrapped in moisture and fragrance. Alpha couldn't help but chuckle softly, gently criticizing Song Qingqing in his arms.
"Qingqing is such a...bad girl."
The dangerously cold Black Eagle Alpha Commander lowered his head, delicately and gently kissing the Omega girl, almost deliberately, avoiding the glands at the back of her neck, which had reddened with anticipation. He then gently nuzzled her shoulder blade, which trembled like a butterfly's wing. His slender, cold fingers, perfectly in keeping with his Alpha personality, disappeared at the folds of the school uniform, clearly feeling the white peach flesh entwined with the syrupy passion. Leut couldn't help but glance up slightly, his long black hair almost merging with the girl's lustrous black hair, and he sighed.
When Song Qingqing bit her lip, shed tears, and struggled to escape, Leut's hand, which became warm and covered with water droplets, left and then strangled the girl's slender neck with his backhand. The fingertips that had just ruthlessly crushed the beads and caused the prey to wail were now stroking her artery with great strength and tenderness - the most vulnerable and fatal part of a living thing.
"Qingqing probably doesn't know yet why, as my guardian, I've been on the front lines and never returned to Central City."
Song Qingqing, whose consciousness was in a state of confusion, regained some clarity when she heard these words.
"When you differentiated into an Omega, the research institute issued a report stating that our compatibility, both physiologically and mentally, is 95%."
This is almost impossible based on the current matching statistics of Federation Alpha and Omega.
As soon as the words fell, Song Qingqing had no time to think about the relationship between the two. Leut's sharp teeth approached her glands, suddenly piercing the thin skin, and the pheromones belonging to the Alpha poured in mercilessly.
As Leut expected, Song Qingqing, who was receiving the temporary mark for the first time, let out a pitiful whine mixed with broken sobs.
At this moment, the Omega girl had completely lost the arrogance she had used to tease the Alpha, but her legs kept kicking backwards, trying to kick away Leut who was holding her.
Song Qingqing could clearly feel that Leut's cold pheromones were infused to the point of overflowing. She felt that her glands were now like balloons filled with water, and any more would burst. It was not like a mark but more like it was going to swallow her up. This terrifying cognitive feeling made her struggle subconsciously, and her fingers pulled Leut's long hair that hung in front of her.
A slight tearing pain came from the hair, but this could not stop the Alpha at all. Instead, it would counterproductively arouse their possessiveness. The sharp teeth embedded in the glands could not help but become more powerful, but when he was on the verge of losing control, Leut still controlled himself to prevent blood from oozing out. He did not want Song Qingqing to be hurt.
After completing the temporary marking, Leut raised his head, retracted his sharp teeth, and his eyes fell on the back of Song Qingqing's neck, which was a little red and swollen from his kiss and bite. The mark left by the Alpha's sharp teeth was very eye-catching.
He lowered his head again and kissed her lovingly and restrainedly, as if he was kissing a treasure in his palm.
Song Qingqing bit her lip, her fingers tightly clasped Leut's, and she whispered to him, "No...it's not enough."
A temporarily marked Omega will only become more greedy, wanting more complete comfort and satisfaction. This little happiness is just a drop in the bucket for her.
Instinct told Leut that he should continue and complete the deep knot mark. The flower that he had just licked open would welcome him warmly, and then the petals would timidly twitch and wrap around him; but his calm nature and rationality made Leut stop here. If he continued to develop, he was afraid that he would become the elite bad guy in the eyes of Delos.
After all, he was only the child's guardian. Although federal laws and concepts even encouraged the union of guardian Alphas and ward Omegas, because according to general research statistics, long-term coexistence seemed to increase the compatibility between the two to a certain extent.
But Leut's mind told him he didn't want to do that. He knew full well how easily an older Alpha in a higher position could control an Omega in a lower position. And to put it bluntly, Leut preferred to view the girl's intimacy and dependence on him as a sign of a "baby complex."
Leut suddenly remembered his comrades who had died many years ago, that group of young, green, flamboyant and bright Alpha warriors, how they had teased him.
They would always laugh and say they didn't look like an Alpha at all. Alphas are born with strong possessiveness, and if left unchecked, they naturally won't restrain themselves when it comes to pheromones. Their own pheromones were always strictly controlled, never showing a trace. They didn't look like an Alpha, but rather like a Bete without any underlying desires, with an indifferent temperament.
Sometimes Leut would be surprised at his own self-control. Now it seems that he just hasn't met someone who can help him break his shackles and boundaries.
Leut's golden eyes, which had been surging with undercurrents, gradually returned to calmness. He picked up the girl with extremely gentle strength and turned her to face him. She was leaning weakly on his chest, her lips slightly open and breathing in small mouthfuls, like a stranded fish, but she was still rubbing against him dissatisfiedly.
The girl, who didn't get the gift she wanted, started to cry and complained to him, "Why..."
Leut's eyes were gentle and peaceful. He raised his hand to wipe away Song Qingqing's tears with an elegant and restrained gesture, "Because I'm an Alpha, and you're an Omega."
"Qingqing, you have to remember that there are many older, more mature, and bastard Alphas like me. Alphas are all able to shamelessly use pheromones to attract Omegas, even if those children may not like them. Of course, I can do that, but it's not fair to you."
"I'm on the front lines, and I could die at any moment. As you just said, if I'm alive, I can't always be by your side. Sacrificing myself would be even worse. An Omega who loses their Alpha will suffer the pain of a broken mental connection for a long time. You see, no matter what happens, I'm an asshole."
"I prefer to believe that your attachment to me is just that of the first Alpha you met. Qingqing, I hope you can decide whether to choose me after getting to know more outstanding Alphas younger than me."
After hearing such a long speech, Song Qingqing wrinkled her nose and asked, "What if you lied to me?"
Seeing the girl's cute reaction, Leut couldn't help but laugh.
"Qingqing, even though all the Alphas are terrible, I've received higher education at the Federal Military Academy, so I'm not that bad. I'm not Delos. As long as you want, I'll always be behind you."
Song Qingqing, who was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting each other, leaned drowsily in Leut's cold arms, and couldn't help but curl her lips when she heard the words.
If you want to prove that you are reliable and well-educated, just say it directly. She won't say anything. She also wants to step on Delos, even though Delos grew up in Edge City and may not have been to school...
Well, Song Qingqing, whose head ached from overthinking, buried her head in Leut's chest and took a deep breath. Leut's pheromones smelled quite pleasant, a light, cool fragrance with a hint of snow, icy and cool. Compared to the smell of Dros's gunpowder, she still liked Leut's scent.
The girl, enveloped in the Alpha's aura, mumbled a few words incoherently and fell into a deep sleep.
Leut waited until Song Qingqing fell asleep before he got up, picked her up carefully and gently, walked to his bedroom upstairs, and put her on the bed.
After carefully covering Song Qingqing with the quilt, Leut took off his uniform. The bandage on his abdomen was stained with blood. He had accidentally kicked the girl when she was struggling. At that time, Leut just groaned and didn't care.
Compared to his own behavior, what does the girl's kick matter?
Leut took off the bandage calmly, took out a hemostatic device from the refrigerator, and without a tremor in his eyebrows, he pressed his abdomen a few times, then changed into a new uniform and went out.
According to the schedule arranged by his adjutant, as the commander of the cruise squadron, he should have worn his commander's uniform and gone to the high tower in the center of the capital to attend the Federal Center Conference. However, compared to the meeting, the bad boy sleeping in his bed was undoubtedly more important.
The meeting could be postponed due to absence, but if anything happened to her, Leut would probably never forgive himself.
After getting off the hovercraft, Leut strode towards the fully intelligent conference room at the end of the corridor. Before entering, he adjusted his clothes slightly to ensure that there were no mistakes in the conference dress etiquette before letting the mechanical guard open the door.
The Federal Center Conference is considered the most important meeting in the entire Federation. It is held every five interstellar years. Not only must representatives from all forces in the Federation attend, but the entire conference will also be broadcast live to all residents of the Federation.
Of course, important content that cannot be known to ordinary people will be replaced by intelligent simulated content at critical moments, and they will not notice any abnormalities due to their limited scientific and technological education and cognition.
It can also be regarded as a new-era information cocoon belonging to the Federation.
The moment the door opened, the android responsible for counting the attendees and recording the meeting minutes calmly revealed Leut's identity.
"Commander Leut of the Federation Cruiser Squadron is present at the meeting. Welcome, Commander, please take a seat."
Leut's sharp eyes swept across everyone in the conference room, and his cold gaze lingered for a moment on the head of the Arsun family, the representative of the Federal Parliament.
The Alson family had better not have any unrealistic fantasies and plot against that kid, otherwise, he will make the Alson family pay the price they deserve.
The cruise squadron commander's seat was right next to the army squadron commander, Dros.
Leut reached out and pulled open the seat, glancing at Dros who was drowsy with his head propped up. He probably just casually smoothed his silver hair, and Leut frowned imperceptibly.
As he expected, Dros was still as unruly and casual as ever, and the two metal buttons on the collar of his commander's uniform could never be buttoned.
He had emphasized this point many times to Delos's adjutant, but Delos's adjutant just smiled reluctantly and said that he dared not teach Commander Delos, and it was a good thing that he didn't kill himself in a blood-thirsty state on the battlefield.
Delos, who had been pretending to be asleep and didn't want to listen to the nonsense of those senior elites, suddenly opened his eyes. His nose just caught a glimpse of a strange fragrance, which was strange and chaotic but extremely familiar.
Following the source of the breath, Dros's eyes locked on Leut beside him. He didn't know if it was his illusion as the Alpha of the wolf clan, but he actually saw a look of satisfaction on Leut's dead face with his usual hypocritical smile.
Dros was very familiar with that look. The Alpha officers under his command who already had Omega partners often showed this disgusting expression.
This is ridiculous. Everyone in the military knows that Leut is not a big Omega, and he is an Alpha who has no desires and is as good as a Beta. So... who else will be the Omega next to Leut?
Delos suddenly realized something and began to carefully distinguish the strange scents with his keen sense of smell. After recognizing a familiar sweet scent, his bright red eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and his fists clenched, slamming down on the smart desktop with a loud bang, startling everyone in the conference room.
Delos was almost unable to control his violent nature, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the head of the Arson family who was sitting opposite him.
"Arson, you old bastard, better not set your sights on the Army. Everyone knows that the Federation allocates the largest military budget to the Cruiser Squadron under that scumbag Leut. In every frontal battle against mutated nuclear monsters, it's the Army Squadron that suffers the greatest losses."
With one sentence, he scolded both of them without mercy.
Leut slowly adjusted the buttons on his cuffs, looked up at Delos, and replied in a calm tone, "Captain Delos, isn't it because of your decision that the sacrifice was maximized?"
In fact, it was certainly not Delos's decision that was wrong, but because the army team had the highest chance of contact with monsters and the risk of death. The cruise team was responsible for air supremacy and bombing attacks with extremely wide coverage. The difference between the two teams itself would lead to a difference in the apparent death rate.
But precisely because of this, the cruise squadron led by Leut is generally responsible for carrying out more dangerous and terrifying raid missions. Leut cares about fairness more than anyone else.
This is also the fundamental reason why he was seriously injured this time.
However, this did not prevent Leut from hitting back at De Ross, whom he looked down upon.
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The atmosphere in the meeting was far from harmonious, and many times the parliament members were on the verge of fighting with the military representatives.
If the battlefield on the front line was full of visible swords and sabers, then the central meeting was full of invisible verbal battles. Leut hated such inefficient discussions and decision-making, especially the hypocritical faces of the parliamentary members, which made him feel bored just by looking at them.
After the meeting, Leut, with a frown and a very unhappy expression, picked up the cloak coat on the seat and prepared to leave the venue, but he did not expect to meet Dros who suddenly attacked him in the corner.
A strong gust of wind suddenly hit the wound on Leut's abdomen.
The well-trained Leut expressionlessly raised his leg to block Dros's attack. He wasn't surprised, and he also criticized Dros's behavior. "Sir Dros, taking advantage of someone's misfortune is unbecoming of a commander. Is this the combat experience you learned in the outer city?"
While criticizing, he also did not forget to satirize DeRoss's background.
The silver-haired and red-eyed Delos sneered and withdrew his hand. He never cared about these stupid comments. He spoke with full of sarcasm.
"If I had followed the etiquette of a noble gentleman like Commander Leut, I'd probably have been beheaded by the enemy while I was bowing respectfully."
Compared to this, Dros knew that there was something more important. He almost wanted to grab the other party's collar, but Dros also knew that the Federal Tower was not a place for Alpha commanders to duel. He almost gritted his teeth and questioned Leut.
"Leut, you beast, you are really a scum in the guise of a gentleman."
"You marked Qingqing?"
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