Muld had never received such a gift before.
A carefully chosen gift that belongs only to him.
Because he was the second child in the family, his parents' care was always somewhat biased. After all, they were all just mortals, and no one is perfect.
The eldest sister was as proud as the blazing sun, while the youngest brother was lively and rebellious, exhausting their energy. So, sandwiched in the middle, he and the taciturn Mephisto never received much attention.
Even Mephisto fared somewhat better, because his mother felt sorry for her son who had received a mechanical spine transplant from a young age and lost his human emotions. But Muld, the socially adept and always masked, only received her parents' admonitions:
“We all know that at home, you are the best child we can rely on the most…”
So in the end, Muld was the first to fall.
He fell in front of his younger siblings and shielded his elder sister until his death, personally demonstrating to them the pain of a mental breakdown.
But now, there are people who are willing to leave him a little bit of sweetness alone.
This little bit of sweetness was a reward for him.
It is the highest reward.
Muld felt the cub put the fruit into his mouth. The sweet smell made him squint his eyes, his saliva flowed faster, and a feeling of hunger was aroused.
Such a small amount of sweetness can only make an insatiable alpha crave more. Because of that moment of pleasure, he can't control his instincts and submits, like a vicious dog that has exposed its weakness, begging for more rewards from its master.
Muld almost lost control of his composure, kneeling before the cub and burying his head to lick the last bit of sweetness remaining in the cub's palm.
The licking made the cubs itch, so he couldn't help but pull his hand away.
Muld restrained himself from asking for anything, and only pleaded in a dry voice:
"Give it to me, give me a little more, baby..."
Owner.
The cub wouldn't refuse Mulder like this. Mulder had no intention of harming the cub. The way he rested his head against the cub's palm was like a big tiger from the last world rolling around and acting cute because of a piece of meat, using the heavy imperial engine to make a pleading sound.
A strong person who shows weakness will gain pity.
The boy looked a little worried: if he had known his uncle liked blueberries so much, he would have asked the butler to plant more. But there were only a few ripe blueberries, and he threw away all the sour ones.
"Idiot, use your pheromones."
The main system reminded him.
The cubs only then realized what was happening.
Once a connection has been established with an alpha, no additional pheromones are needed. The cub only needs to extend a small paw to follow the previous markings to reach Muld's subconscious.
This place has been renovated and turned into a bookstore.
The cub was very relaxed here; Muld's subconscious mind welcomed the cub's arrival one hundred percent.
So the kitten, transformed into a cat, couldn't help but roll around and rub against the inside, messing up all the books and knocking over the lamp and water glass.
But Muldur didn't seem upset at all, because such a minor disturbance as the kitten's antics didn't even qualify as a subconscious massage for him.
The cat's fur left its mark here, stirring a tingling sensation in Muld's mind.
If it weren't for Muldur's strong willpower and his desire not to frighten the cub, he probably would have already curled up on the ground and frantically kissed the cub's toes.
The butler, who witnessed Muird's withdrawal symptoms, arrived just in time to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control and forcibly sent Muird back to his room to rest.
Then he quickly checked the cubs for any marks that Muird might have accidentally made.
Fortunately, Muldur knew what he was doing.
The cubs didn't seem frightened at all.
The butler wanted to explain to the cub that this was just a normal physiological phenomenon for an alpha, but the cub, having already witnessed its father's drunken antics, didn't care at all.
"It's okay, the child knows. The child won't tell Daddy about this, Daddy is a stingy person."
The housekeeper never expected that the cub would dare to speak ill of his father.
He was both amused and exasperated for a while, then, reflecting on the cub's indifferent attitude, he realized something was amiss.
The butler frowned, thinking it was because the cub had seen an alpha like that before.
Then he cursed the system a hundred and eighty times.
Such a young child! How could the teams that created the cubs be so heartless as to send them away to appease the alphas? That's just too much!
Otherwise, how can we prove that the cubs were so calm when they saw this scene?!
Maybe it was these guys who ruined the baby's health!
As the butler picked up the cub, he couldn't contain his anger and heartache. Finally, he couldn't help but say to the cub:
"You can have an extra cookie today."
cub: I don't understand, but I'm happy.
"Yay!"
The cub hugged the butler's face and gave him a sweet kiss, saying:
"Uncle Butler is the best!"
The housekeeper was also struggling to hold off the defenses.
He longed to be like Master Muird, without a position or job, able to collapse without a care in the world.
But he had no choice but to cover his forehead and remain silent for a while, before giving the cub another biscuit under the cub's puzzled gaze.
The cub held three cookies, and only after confirming that they wouldn't stop giving out cookies in the future did it enthusiastically hide the two extra ones.
He noticed that his father and uncle didn't have any cookies, so he decided to give them the rest.
The cub thought to himself, he was still thinking about that room from last time. Besides Muld, there were several other people lying in hibernation pods in the room. Were they also hibernating?
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