Chapter 5 — When Young Master Omega Turned Into Alpha

"But I missed my wife so much all night, I couldn't sleep. I just thought that if I saw my wife this morning, I wouldn't feel the pain anymore." Long black hair swept my neck, making me not even notice the wetness on my wrist at first. Bach Tri Y is injured? I hesitated and raised my hand. Seeing all the blood. "Bach Tri Y, let go, you will die if you don't let go!" On my wrist, his embrace covered countless wounds. A completely different Bach Tri Y suddenly appeared in my mind. Obviously the same face, but not at all. He smiled carelessly: "You see, every time I miss you, I make a cut. I always tell myself not to miss you, not to look for you." A smile appeared on his face, but then it quickly faded. He bowed his head, his voice sad: "But I can't do it. I can't do it without missing you, and I can't do it without looking for you." For some reason, tears fell from my eyes. Obviously we are not close acquaintances. What did I forget? As for those shady memories I keep seeing, are they really just strange powers of prediction? 14In my memory, before becoming Bach Tri Y's tutor, we were complete strangers. Why does he have such deep feelings for me? The butler who brought me in has left. The safe door closed tightly, darkness enveloped again. In the room there was only a simple bed, weak light emitted from the surveillance camera and the indicator light of the pheromone concentration meter. The moment the red light flashed. Bach Tri Y and I faced each other. It was clear to see in those eyes, as deep as the abyss, a burning desire for me. The extreme darkness terrified me. Like a calm sea suddenly filled with radiant vitality. Then at the bottom of the sea, the underground currents were churning, the water surface could not be contained, rushing up, layer after layer, as if wanting to completely engulf me. However, when that wave actually touches it, it is just like a gentle breeze passing by - bringing with it endless nostalgia and tenderness. Images flashed through my head, entwined with blood red and passionate love. My feet felt like they were growing roots. Run, there's no time left. They've locked the door. Like so many times before. What followed was Bach Tri Y's countless kisses, a love that couldn't be expressed enough. And there is also the neck gland, where pain is deeply felt. I couldn't say a word. Memories of Bach Tri Y and I once being together flashed through my mind. Bach Tri Y's perspective. 1When I woke up, there was always a warm little body in my chest. I know, only when my pheromone concentration is up to standard will they let her come and keep me company. I stroked her long black-brown hair and whispered: "You're here again." There was a very deep wound on the back of my neck, a mark of marking. Each time, I begged her to mark me completely. Unfortunately, there's always a little bit missing. My colds were so out of control, the people in the lab collected all the pheromones of all the alphas in the Alliance to try and pair them with me. Unfortunately, no alpha could withstand the intensity of my pheromones. S-rank alphas are extremely rare, they even extracted the pheromones of top-level alphas for me, but the result was completely opposite. My body had a violent rejection reaction. So they used my blood to isolate the gene, then reformed it. Professor Lam To wanted to make me a "custom-made" alpha. That way, I won't be bothered by pheromones anymore, and it will be easier for them to control me. But they failed. My neck gland is so strong that it can lead the highest level alpha into a cold period. And the one they created was just a waste — a beta female who couldn't give me anything

What comforting pheromones? I can't let her mark me, nor can I mark her. How sad.2