Induction

Weisheng Tou raced back to Lan Mountain Residence on his motorcycle.

It was nearly noon when he returned.

Lan Mountain Residence was quiet, but as he headed inside, he heard Old Master Mo's voice. A group of servants waited outside.

Why was Old Master Mo here?

Weisheng Tou raised an eyebrow.

"Grandpa, I'm really fine..." Mo Lu said helplessly.

Old Master Mo was furious. "Where are your servants?! Where's Ye Liang?! Where's Weisheng Tou?! You're coughing up blood, and you call that fine?!"

"Grandpa, you're a witch doctor. Surely you know whether anything's wrong with me..."

Mo Lu had been forcibly pinned to the bed, looking utterly helpless.

But the moment Weisheng Tou heard "coughing up blood," panic seized him.

He immediately pushed past the servants gathered outside Mo Lu's room and strode inside.

Old Master Mo's brows shot up, and he struck the floor hard with his cane. "Who's there?!"

Weisheng Tou rushed straight to Mo Lu's side and grabbed his hand. "Young master?!"

Seeing that it was Weisheng Tou, Mo Lu coldly withdrew his hand.

Weisheng Tou immediately lowered his head. "Young master, I'm sorry... I just didn't know how to... face you..."

Then he asked anxiously, "Young master, what happened? Why were you coughing up blood?"

Beside them, Old Master Mo watched the two of them thoughtfully.

He had never seen Mo Lu let anyone get so close.

Let alone hold his hand without being driven away.

Earlier, he had been so focused on Weisheng Tou's Curse Seal that he had forgotten Weisheng Tou was also a Super S-Rank Alpha.

Well, wasn't this perfect!

Old Master Mo's eyes lit up.

He reached out and pressed down on the gland at the back of Weisheng Tou's neck.

Weisheng Tou had instinctively wanted to attack the moment Old Master Mo reached toward him, but he forcibly stopped himself and allowed the old man to press his gland.

The scent of Rose Liquor immediately spread through the room.

"Everyone out." Old Master Mo looked back at the servants, his commanding voice carrying through the room. "No one is to approach this room without my permission."

The servants filed out and kept well away from Mo Lu's room.

Only then did Old Master Mo turn to Mo Lu on the bed and Weisheng Tou kneeling beside it.

"Mo, my boy, why didn't you tell me there was an Alpha with a hundred percent compatibility with you?"

Old Master Mo smiled at Mo Lu, warmth and delight showing in every wrinkle of his aged face.

A hundred percent...

Weisheng Tou narrowed his eyes, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from lifting.

He had imagined his compatibility with Mo Lu would be high, but never this high.

Mo Lu's expression remained cold. "Grandpa, I don't want to think about that right now."

Old Master Mo scowled. "Look at other boys your age! How many relationships have they had by twenty-three? And you're still telling everyone you're an Alpha!"

Mo Lu suppressed the witch power churning inside him and steadied his breathing before replying calmly:

"What others admire is no concern of mine; how others spend their lives does not dictate my path."

"Spare me that nonsense!" Old Master Mo tapped his cane. "An Alpha, are you? An Alpha! Are you planning to bring an Omega home next? Who's going to give birth, you or him?"

At his grandfather's overly blunt words, Mo Lu inwardly pressed a hand to his forehead.

He knew his grandfather was anxious about the Mo family bloodline, but...

Weisheng Tou was right here. Could Grandpa watch what he said...? How was he getting more childish with age?

His grandfather whacked Weisheng Tou on the back with his cane and said to Mo Lu:

"I think Weisheng Tou's quite good. He's sharp, and he's no fool. Besides, he likes you so much."

He had also worked for the Imperial Military.

According to Old Master Mo's old friend, the boy was ruthless and decisive.

Old Master Mo huffed through his mustache and turned to Weisheng Tou, his large hand still pressed against the young man's gland. He said sternly:

"Weisheng Tou, you belong to the Mo Family now. If you ever forget that, I will kill you with a curse, whether your compatibility with Mo Lu is a hundred percent or a thousand."

As Old Master Mo spoke, a faint black glow rose from his hand.

Weisheng Tou felt an odd heat in the gland Old Master Mo had just pressed.

Watching the subtle movements of his grandfather's fingers, Mo Lu said, "Grandpa, I've already placed a curse on him. Withdraw yours. Don't waste your witch power."

"It's a trivial spell. It won't hurt. Besides, you may be better at saving people, but you're nowhere near as good as this old man at killing them.

"I'm leaving. No need to see me out. Rest and recover. Oh, right, your cousin Runyan is coming back. Remember to return to the Main House in a couple of days."

Old Master Mo refused to withdraw his Curse Technique, then left with a smile, leaning on his cane.

Only Weisheng Tou and Mo Lu remained in the room.

Silence fell.

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou before him and breathed in the scent of rose liquor, feeling as though he could no longer breathe.

The chaotic witch power he had suppressed earlier began rampaging through his body again.

"Young master..."

For the first time in his life, Weisheng Tou felt completely at a loss.

With Mo Lu like this before him, he had no room to think about the curse Old Master Mo had just placed on him or the words he had said.

Mo Lu raised his eyes to glance at Weisheng Tou, then suddenly snatched the handkerchief beside his bed and covered his mouth, coughing violently. Blood soaked into the cloth.

"Young master!"

Weisheng Tou immediately sat beside Mo Lu, resting Mo Lu's head in the crook of his shoulder and gently patting his back to help him breathe.

Mo Lu wanted to push Weisheng Tou away, but he had no strength.

"Young master... what can I do to make you feel better?"

Weisheng Tou asked beside Mo Lu's ear, his heart aching.

Mo Lu trembled slightly.

Old Master Mo had just erased the Blocking Seal he had placed on Weisheng Tou, so Mo Lu could clearly smell his pheromones.

The fragrance of roses was so intense it left him flustered and disoriented.

Once that liquor-laced fragrance entered his lungs, it spread through his blood to every part of his body, like a tide that would not ebb, washing over Mo Lu's reason again and again.

"...Get out... don't let me see you..."

Mo Lu's voice trembled.

"Young master."

Yet Weisheng Tou only tightened his arms around Mo Lu.

His lips brushed Mo Lu's soft black hair, his eyes brimming with fierce possessiveness as he murmured:

"Young master, I'm not leaving."

Mo Lu was hurt, and he did not even know why. How could he leave?

"Weisheng Tou!"

Mo Lu lifted his head, his alluring eyes slightly red and tinged with anger.

Yet the tiny crimson mole at the corner of his eye robbed his words of any force, making him look all the more enticing instead.

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou's voice was husky.

The faint scent of white tea teased the taut thread of Weisheng Tou's restraint like a feather drifting back and forth.

At last, he could no longer hold back. He caught Mo Lu's chin, lowered his head, and kissed him.

Unlike his dazed state in the middle of the night, this time Mo Lu felt Weisheng Tou with perfect clarity.

Completely unlike the pitiful look he usually wore in front of Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou was now like a wolfhound claiming its territory, forceful and overbearing as he conquered every inch.

The fragrance of white tea mingled with the scent of liquor, swiftly filling the room.

But Weisheng Tou suddenly pulled away from Mo Lu's lips and crushed him tightly against his chest.

The bewildering series of actions left Mo Lu barely able to think. His pheromones drifted wildly toward Weisheng Tou, as though unable to find an outlet.

"Young master, I'm sorry..."

Weisheng Tou closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

The taste of blood.

He had tasted blood in Mo Lu's mouth.

It was the taste he knew best, the taste that excited him most, yet tasting it on Mo Lu filled him with an inexplicable panic.

He never wanted to taste anything like that on Mo Lu.

By now, however, Mo Lu could no longer control himself.

The fact that he had resisted being induced into heat for so long by a Super S-Rank Alpha with a hundred percent compatibility with him would have left anyone speechless.

But now he could not hold out much longer.

Already injured, and now held and kissed by Weisheng Tou like this, Mo Lu began burning up all over.