I am the young master's Alpha

Mo Lu frowned.

"I'll keep myself under control... There's no need for the Heart-Clearing Mantra."

Mo Lu glanced at a certain part of him that made his claim utterly unconvincing.

Weisheng Tou did not pursue the subject. His voice sounded anxious. "Young master, were you hurt just now?"

"I'm fine."

That curse was not powerful enough to hurt him.

"...As long as you're all right, young master."

Weisheng Tou suddenly rose and gathered Mo Lu into his arms.

Mo Lu had not expected Weisheng Tou to do that at all, and his body stiffened.

He sat in Weisheng Tou's lap, completely enclosed in his embrace.

"I was terrified when I saw the Curse Technique eating away at you, young master."

Weisheng Tou's low voice trembled slightly.

Mo Lu's hand paused just as he was about to push Weisheng Tou away.

He turned his head to look at the soft ends of Weisheng Tou's hair. After a moment, he stiffly rested his hand on the back of Weisheng Tou's neck and stroked it soothingly.

Weisheng Tou nuzzled Mo Lu, his arms tightening around him.

He was like a puppy afraid of losing its owner.

In the end, Mo Lu's heart softened.

He sighed.

"There, be good. I'm all right."

Weisheng Tou's heart quivered at those words, "be good."

It had been a very, very long time since anyone had told him to "be good."

Probably no one thought the word "good" had anything to do with him.

Even when trying to soothe him during his fits of madness, no one had ever said, "Be good."

All he had ever heard were words like "monster," "beast," "where's the anesthetic?" and "get the suppressant, now."

Everyone around him, apart from Mo Chongxi, either fled at the sight of him or tried to forcibly subdue him.

But Mo Lu would restrain him and soothe him.

He would hold him and tell him to "be good."

Though he knew it was merely a casual word of comfort from Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou felt as though someone was doting on him, too.

That feeling was inexplicably wonderful.

"Young master."

Weisheng Tou's voice was low and husky.

"Will you place a curse on me?"

At Weisheng Tou's words, Mo Lu tilted his head slightly.

Weisheng Tou rested his forehead against Mo Lu's shoulder.

His large hand clasped Mo Lu's and guided it to the left side of his chest.

"Young master, will you put it here?"

He spoke softly.

Feeling the powerful heartbeat beneath his palm, Mo Lu's breathing quickened slightly.

He lifted Weisheng Tou's shaggy head and looked into his eyes.

Beneath his tousled fringe, Weisheng Tou's slightly downturned eyes gazed at Mo Lu.

They were filled with anticipation.

Mo Lu exhaled softly.

A faint black light gathered at his fingertip, which he then pressed to Weisheng Tou's chest.

With his arms around Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou lowered his head to watch.

Mo Lu's finger paused, as though he were considering something.

A moment later, he lowered his eyes, and the light at his fingertip turned into flecks of emerald green.

He carefully traced a Healing Talisman on Weisheng Tou's chest.

As he completed the final stroke of the Curse Seal, a faint green glow spread outward.

Mo Lu lowered his hand wearily.

The curse had left him somewhat drained.

Weisheng Tou looked down at the Curse Seal on his chest, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

The sigil was intricate, with the name "Mo Lu" faintly discernible within it.

But...

"Young master, this looks different from the last one?"

Weisheng Tou frowned slightly.

He had looked at the previous Curse Seal in the mirror every day.

He could practically draw it himself.

He was certain this one was different from the original.

Besides, the previous Curse Seal had been black.

Mo Lu's eyes flickered. He offered no explanation, merely saying:

"Yes. I changed it a little."

If possible, he hoped Weisheng Tou would never have to use this curse.

"Young master, what is this curse for, then?"

Weisheng Tou lowered his eyes to Mo Lu.

He actually had a vague suspicion.

But that suspicion was almost too much for him to believe.

"To control you."

Mo Lu answered impassively.

"Really?"

Weisheng Tou's breath brushed Mo Lu's ear.

Mo Lu struggled to keep his breathing steady. "Yes."

"It isn't meant to kill me?"

There seemed to be a smile in Weisheng Tou's voice.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Lu pushed Weisheng Tou away and said:

"It is meant to kill you. So stop fooling around."

Weisheng Tou's strong arms still encircled Mo Lu.

Ignoring Mo Lu's attempts to stop him, he buried his face directly in the crook of Mo Lu's neck.

Weisheng Tou's smoky voice was low and husky.

"Young master, I am your Alpha.

"No matter what kind of curse this is, I'll trace it every day and engrave it in my heart."

To Mo Lu's surprise, his heartbeat gradually quickened at Weisheng Tou's words.

He coughed to cover it up and said coldly:

"There's no need for that. Everyone who belongs to me has this curse. You... aren't special."

Mo Lu's voice was a little slow and a little soft.

The last sentence sounded as though he were saying it to himself.

Weisheng Tou paused before saying:

"I don't care. As long as it's something you gave me, young master, I'll treasure it."

Weisheng Tou sounded a little aggrieved, yet a smile curled his lips.

How could he not be special?

He was already the most special person in the young master's heart.

It was just that the young master still seemed unwilling to admit it to himself.

But that was all right.

They could take their time.

As long as no one disturbed him and Mo Lu, he could afford to wait.

And anyone who came to disturb them, he would kill, one by one.

Hearing Weisheng Tou's words, Mo Lu could not describe what he felt.

He tried hard to remain calm and settle his overly rapid heartbeat.

Weisheng Tou's attachment to him had come about far too strangely.

Attributing it solely to their perfectly compatible pheromones felt too far-fetched.

Even if they were completely compatible physically, the human heart could never be controlled.

Besides, Weisheng Tou's past had been far from pleasant. He should not have trusted someone so easily.

Yet Weisheng Tou seemed to hold nothing back with him.

Had he known him before?

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou, puzzled.

He did not remember ever meeting Weisheng Tou.

His late parents did not seem to have mentioned anyone from the Weisheng Family, either.

The Weisheng Family was too insignificant.

If the Weisheng Family had not come to his door that day, insisting they had a gift for him, Mo Lu would never have met Weisheng Tou.

"Young master, what are you thinking about?"

Weisheng Tou tilted his head as he looked at Mo Lu.

Mo Lu came back to himself.

He pinched Weisheng Tou's left earlobe and said mildly:

"I'm wondering where you lost the gift I gave you."

Weisheng Tou froze.

It seemed he had only just said, "As long as it's something you gave me, I'll treasure it."

Weisheng Tou immediately said, "I'll go find it right away. I lost the earring when I was fighting... Ye Liang."

A faint smile lingered on Mo Lu's lips.

"It's only an earring. There's no need to go."

A faint green glow shone from his fingers, and Weisheng Tou's ear quickly healed.

Mo Lu rose and searched the Earring Stand for a while before finding a black Stud Earring in a corner.