Mo Lu was an Omega

"Yes!" The Beta servant immediately rushed to the bathroom to order everyone out.

"..." Ye Liang clenched his fists tightly.

"Ye Liang." Mo Lu's dark eyes were unfathomable, cold enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. "What I hate most is people who think they know better."

Ye Liang froze, but in the end, he stepped aside and lowered his head, answering slowly, "...Yes."

Mo Lu said nothing more and strode toward the bathroom.

When he entered the Hidden Splendor Pool, everyone had already left except for that Super S-Rank Alpha.

Mo Lu closed the door and briefly shut his dark eyes. When he opened them again, they were an icy green, as though steeped in poison.

Barefoot, he stepped into the Mo Family's vast, empty bathroom, his eyes lowered as he gazed coldly at the man crouched in the steaming water.

Weisheng Tou stared fixedly at Mo Lu with his golden eyes, every muscle in his body drawn taut.

Blood still stained his lips. A blood-soaked person lay motionless beside the pool, apparently long dead.

The fresh Hot Spring water flowing through the pool washed away the crimson blood, which quickly dispersed and vanished.

The mist-filled bathroom was saturated with the Alpha's intoxicating scent of strong liquor, with a faint, rich note of roses that grew stronger as Mo Lu moved farther inside.

Mo Lu actually felt as though he could no longer suppress his own pheromones.

He actually wanted to become entangled with this beastlike man before him.

Mo Lu paused and pressed a hand against the gland at the back of his pale neck. Only after steadying his breathing did he continue toward Weisheng Tou.

His lips pressed into a sharp line as he slowly entered the Lan Mountain Residence's enormous white jade bathing pool, fully clothed.

As though sensing something dangerous, Weisheng Tou let out a low, warning growl, his powerful muscles becoming even more pronounced.

Blood seeped from his crisscrossing wounds, and his medium-length black hair lay disheveled over his shoulders, making him look like an angry lion.

Ignoring Weisheng Tou's wariness entirely, Mo Lu placed his slender, pale fingers between his brows.

Weisheng Tou instinctively raised a hand to attack, but the next instant, his gaze met those familiar green eyes, and he stopped.

The cold gleam in Mo Lu's eyes intensified.

Strange crimson patterns wound across his pale face, seemingly rising from within his blood vessels, lending him an uncanny, unearthly beauty.

Even his usually icy Peach Blossom Eyes looked inexplicably alluring.

Mo Lu parted his thin lips and slowly intoned:

"Banish Evil and Bind Demons, preserve life, protect the body."

"May the three souls endure forever, and the spirits never perish."

His voice was so clear it sounded almost sorrowful, like an echo from the underworld. In the humid heat of the bathing pool, it sounded solemn and inviolable.

Even the flowing Hot Spring water beside them seemed to still beneath that voice, and the rising steam around them almost froze.

Weisheng Tou's body trembled violently, a trace of pain appearing on his face.

Watching him, Mo Lu intensified the Black Light at his fingertips.

Gradually, Weisheng Tou's convulsing body grew still.

He looked at Mo Lu before him in some confusion.

"Have you come to your senses?"

Mo Lu slowly withdrew his hand, and his face returned to normal. Only his eyes remained an icy green.

The warm Hot Spring water rippled slowly around them as a brief silence fell between the two.

Confusion flickered across the Alpha's face, his hair still dripping, before he slowly said:

"...Omega?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, as though he had gone a long time without water.

An Omega had not only remained unaffected by his pheromones, but had actually brought him back to his senses.

That meant the person before him had to be one of the empire's top Omegas.

But this Omega really looked like Mo Lu, the Mo Family's young master...

The instant Mo Lu heard Weisheng Tou's words, the aura around him turned icy.

With the way he concealed his own pheromones, no one had ever recognized him as an Omega.

Even among the Mo Family's elders, everyone believed he was a Super S-Rank Alpha except for Old Master Mo, who had witnessed his differentiation.

Top-tier Omegas were exceedingly rare and precious, and received special protection within the empire.

But Alphas were the world's natural-born leaders and rulers.

Mo Lu did not look down on Omegas, but as the Mo Family's most gifted Witch Doctor and its new head, he would never allow himself to be a delicate, soft-bodied Omega.

He would never allow himself to be someone who needed another person's protection.

His icy green eyes fixed on Weisheng Tou as he said, each word distinct:

"Weisheng Tou, do you know what you're saying?"

As Weisheng Tou looked at the cool, proud Omega before him, veins stood out on his forehead, and his breathing grew heavier.

The Omega's pheromones carried a cool, distant scent, like a mountain forest bathed in the silver moon's dim light on a lonely night, still dripping with the cold rain of dusk.

There was also a faint, cool fragrance of white tea.

It made him want to warm him.

All the more so because this Omega looked exactly like Mo Lu.

Weisheng Tou's Adam's apple bobbed, and droplets slid down his solid chest.

The jade pendant hanging from a black cord against his chest trembled with his movements. His handsome, sculpted face was now filled with restraint and suppressed desire.

He did not want to touch this person.

Because no matter how compatible he was with this Omega's pheromones, he only wanted to be at Mo Lu's side.

He wanted only Mo Lu, even if Mo Lu was an Alpha.

For a moment, Mo Lu panicked.

He had never encountered a situation like this.

Since differentiating into an Omega, Weisheng Tou was the only Alpha who had ever released his pheromones so intensely and behaved like a "lecher" before him.

The potent scent of rose liquor enveloped him aggressively, completely unlike the aimless way it had spread earlier.

Mo Lu's chest heaved. He could barely control himself, and the green light in his eyes gradually faded, leaving them their original black.

"Weisheng Tou, take a good look at who's standing in front of you."

Mo Lu's breathing was unsteady, and anger rose in his expression.

If Weisheng Tou failed to control himself, then as an Omega, Mo Lu would have no ability to resist.

As a Witch Doctor, he could calm Weisheng Tou, but soothing a Super S-Rank Alpha took time.

Worse still, the powerful pheromones were now affecting him so badly that he could not release his own power at all.

As the Omega before him took a step back, Weisheng Tou clamped a large hand around Mo Lu's waist, while his other hand caressed his soft, vulnerable gland.

Damn it!

Weisheng Tou squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to let himself go any further.

"Weisheng Tou, I am Mo Lu of the Mo Family!"

With an Alpha touching his most intimate spot, Mo Lu almost gritted the words out through his teeth.

He could feel the scorching heat of the man's hand.

His waist was held so tightly that he could not break free of Weisheng Tou's grip.

But even under these circumstances, he remained calm, trying to gather his power and bring Weisheng Tou under control.

"Mo Lu?!"

Hearing Mo Lu's words, Weisheng Tou froze briefly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his dark pupils.

The Omega before him really was Mo Lu of the Mo Family!

The person he had looked up to for fourteen years, the person he had yearned for all those fourteen years,

the person he had believed to be an Alpha,

was actually in his arms.

Mo Lu was a godlike Alpha in the empire, the partner almost every Omega dreamed of.

He was worlds apart from someone like Weisheng Tou, who had been locked in a cage like a wild beast because of his madness ever since differentiating.

But why... was the Mo Lu before him giving off Omega pheromones?

Weisheng Tou gazed at Mo Lu's slightly upturned Peach Blossom Eyes and the tiny crimson mole at the corner, at his fine, straight nose and soft, thin lips, at the faint anger on his face, and felt a rush of hot blood surge downward.

He wanted so badly...

He wanted so badly to warm this cold dream with strong liquor.