"dad……"
The cub didn't get excited and ask for anything, nor did he demand anything he didn't need from Mephisto. The cub simply obediently hugged his father tightly, his hand touching his father's bite stopper.
Mephius then removed the anti-bite device.
The cub only saw his father's full face at this moment.
Contrary to what others speculated, they didn't say that Mephisto had a monstrous, hideous face beneath his bite blocker.
In fact, the lower half of Mephisto's face was completely intact, perfectly matching his aggressive eyebrows and eyes, making him a face so handsome it was almost too sharp.
If Mephisto had been willing to show his face to the omega prince during matchmaking, perhaps he wouldn't have been so disliked.
But Mephisto now has a beloved omega.
The cub didn't comment on its father's face because it had become desensitized to its handsome father. But as soon as Mephisto removed the bite stopper, the cub pressed its face against its father's without hesitation.
Mephisto's real skin is faithfully reflecting the cub's tactile sensation.
Warm, soft, and tender, it's like a single sheet of glutinous rice skin, as if it were made entirely of cream, a light and delicate flower.
Despite being so small, the cub remained fearless in the face of the immense strength of Mephisto, clinging to him and exposing its belly to him.
Mephieus was wrong.
The tiny cub possessed such resolute and astonishing courage to approach him and embrace him.
Instead, he quickly became that indecisive coward.
Mephisto could hear the mechanical spine on his body making a choppy, intermittent sound as if it were stuck.
He was terrified by the sight of such cubs.
"Daddy, why aren't you kissing me yet?"
The cub asked him, but received no response from its father. So, observing Mephius's condition, the cub boldly launched a straight shot.
Mephius became even more stiff.
"No."
Mephisto said, "I can't treat you casually. You're not an alpha, you are..."
The cub doesn't care about gender; all he knows is that his father rejected his kiss invitation.
The little snail retreated back into its tiny shell and asked softly:
"Does Dad not like me?"
Mephius was speechless. Faced with a cub that had no sense of gender, he felt completely unable to explain these things to the cub.
The cub doesn't want to know the difference between him and his father; all he wants right now is to be loved.
Mephisto thought he couldn't just let himself go like that, but he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the cub's forehead as if possessed.
Although the game was closed, Mephisto seemed to see the familiar happy expression of the beady-eyed cub again, and the little flower that sprouted from its head.
The cub was happy because of his kiss.
Seeing this, Mephisto almost couldn't resist his appetite to devour the cub.
How could you be so lenient with others?
What exactly did that person behind the scenes teach the cub?! Did they teach it to demand all its emotions from others like this?!
If this continues, it will only produce an alpha who has a completely possessive mentality towards their offspring.
Moreover, if such cubs grow up, they will definitely be captured and used as public comforters.
Under current laws, omegas are required to have one or more spouses.
When the little guy grows up, he will definitely be coaxed and fought over by many people, and tricked into contributing all his value.
Mephisto thought to himself, and hugged the cub tightly.
Just thinking about these things made him furious, and he couldn't help but release his pheromones.
The rest of the warship was in trouble. The moment the admiral's pheromones were detected, the adjutant ordered his men to seal off Mephisto's room, then led the crew away and contacted the researchers at the old mansion.
Mephius's glands are still active, and he is like a second brain of Mephius, which is sealed by the researchers in the repair fluid far away in the old house, beating quietly. In case of an accident, they will block the pheromones released by the glands.
But no one expected that the nerves remaining in Mephisto's glands would actually come back to life. Despite having never malfunctioned in the past decade or so, Mephisto's glands, as if driven by instinct, were now slowly regrowing, emitting a remarkably strong pheromone.
Driven by the instinct for survival and the obsession with possession.
The cubs also smelled the overwhelming scent of pheromones.
The taste of glaciers.
This made the cub a little cold, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times. Mephisto then grabbed his chin and brought him close, his sharp teeth tracing the cub's cheeks.
"You don't like my pheromone scent? You can't accept it?"
The cub snuggled closer to him, pulling his father's clothes over itself.
"Dad, it's cold."
Mephius: ...
Mephius sighed, regained his composure, and calmed his glands. His mental energy was the same; although it was active, there was no sign of it becoming violent. It was like a hunting dog that Mephius had tamed and made quiet.
Mephius hadn't been in such clear-headed and rational control of his body in a long time.
He finally understood how indispensable the cubs were to him.
The same applies to everyone else; the value of the child is unparalleled.
Mephius did not want to tell the cub about his talent so early, because there would be no benefit in knowing too early and taking on the responsibilities he had to bear.
The cubs now only need to grow up carefree in his arms.
Let's talk about it when he grows up...
Mephisto consoled himself with this thought. Because the cub had a slight cold, Mephisto didn't go anywhere. He simply followed the cub's wish and stayed with it until they got home.
It's unclear whether it was due to Mephisto's pheromones or because soothing Mephisto caused the exhausted cubs to have weakened immune systems, but in any case, the cubs became listless again.
She was already fragile enough when she wasn't sick, but now that she's sick, the way she lies listlessly in her father's arms is even more worrying.
So the admiral, who usually enjoys hunting others outside the galaxy, rarely wasted any time, returning home as soon as he completed his mission. He even carefully carried the cub in his arms home, as if he were carrying a priceless and fragile item.
The butler, who was waiting nearby, saw from afar that Mephisto was carrying something in his arms. Mephisto was walking very slowly, with each step being the same length, as if he didn't want the baby in his arms to experience any bumps.
The adjutant who held the umbrella for Mephius followed closely behind, step by step, as if afraid that the precious baby in Mephius's arms would get even a little bit wet.
It's unclear whether the adjutant even knows who his superior is. The general was already soaked, but the adjutant was still prioritizing the cubs.
It seemed that everyone's heart was tied to the safety of the cubs.
It wasn't until Mephisto came to the butler that he uttered a single instruction: "Boil some water and make some milk powder."
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