[He’s a soft persimmon; I’m made of hard stuff.]
He was the timid movie star everyone in showbiz knew about, an “Omega paper tiger” who trembled whenever an Alpha came near, let alone when he had to film a kissing scene.
I was an Imperial female Alpha fresh off the battlefield, suffering from late-stage pheromone dysregulation. To get treatment, I was forced to take over a dying entertainment company.
On the day he signed his contract, his rival Alpha had cornered him in the conference room. He was huddled in the corner, eyes red.
I pushed open the door and released just one-thousandth of my pressure. The whole group ran off in a panic.
His legs gave way, and he toppled into my arms, clutching my clothes and trembling. “Please don’t mark me... I’m scared of pain.”
I pushed him away with a cold expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s just a contract.”
The contract stipulated that I would protect him, and he would be my “human suppressor.”
During my rut each week, he only had to keep me company for three hours. No marking, no falling in love.
Later, he really didn’t fall in love. He fell for me.
Later still, the whole entertainment industry saw that timid Omega cornering me, the “Imperial Warblade,” against a wall, eyes red as he demanded:
“Li Zhen, the contract’s void. When are you going to come after me?”
[Female Alpha × male Omega | cold-faced war god × timid movie star | mutual devotion | very sweet and doting]
The hardest bone in the world willingly lets the softest persimmon gnaw on it.
