The Empire’s Blade and His Red-Haired Puppy

Across the entire interstellar realm, everyone knew that Qi Ming, the Empire's sharpest blade, was an Enigma at the very top of the gender hierarchy. His pheromones were as cold as blades of ice, enough to make even the most defiant Alpha bow. But there was one person he couldn't handle.

That day, backstage at a mecha combat tournament, Xiang Ke, sporting an audacious shock of red hair, blocked his way. The boy chewed on a nutrition bar, eyes brimming with defiance. “Major Qi? I hear you can turn an Alpha into an Omega.” He shook his wrist, his pheromones bursting like fizzy orange soda, their edge just as bold as his attitude. “Want to try? Let's see who hits their knees first.”

Qi Ming's fingers brushed his military insignia, a flicker of interest in his pale, glassy eyes. “Cadet Xiang Ke, are you challenging an Enigma's right to mark?”

Later...

The entire interstellar realm watched as the red-haired Alpha, who could take down a Zerg lord single-handedly, gained a mark from Qi Ming on the back of his neck, yet still piloted his mecha well enough to force the Empire's sharpest blade onto the defensive.

Xiang Ke kicked over Qi Ming's military boot. “You sly old fox! Fine, you marked me, but why do you get to control how many cans of nutrition drink I have?”

Qi Ming held his restless waist as his pheromones gently twined around Xiang Ke's brash citrus scent. He chuckled. “Once I've marked you, you're mine. Your mecha can be fiercer than me, but you're under my control.”

[Two Powerful Leads, Both Faithful] [Scheming Older Enigma × Rebellious, Battle-Ready Alpha] [Interstellar Mecha] [1v1]

When the Empire's sharpest blade marks a red-haired wolf who refuses to be tamed, their mechas clash in a battle of equals, and beneath the sparks, a love too fierce to conceal surges between them.