Stop Pretending, Your Pheromones Gave You Away

=Coming Soon: “There’s No Shame in Selling Your Pride for Money,” please add it to your favorites~= The first time they met, the private room door was half open. The alpha had only just come of age and could barely control his pheromones. After a few sips of fruit wine, he recklessly and rudely let out a scent that mingled the aroma of sweet wine with fruit. “What’s so hard about pretending to be an omega?” The alpha slapped the table and boasted, “I’m an alpha. He can’t do anything to me. We’ll get divorced as soon as the business deal is done…” “Anyway, there’s no way I’m letting my omega sister jump into that pit of fire.” ** The second time they met was at a family-arranged matchmaking venue. The young man wore a plain black collar and gave him a nervous, shy smile when he saw him. Fu Zhunan: … The man himself, the one who was supposedly the pit of fire, smiled and didn’t expose the alpha’s clumsy act. Instead, he went along with it and “married” him home. ** After they married, the alpha showed no awareness whatsoever of his role as an omega. He changed his omega pheromones every two days and let his alpha pheromones slip out every five. Fu Zhunan, blind to the truth, oblivious to the signs, and apparently without a sense of smell, quietly tightened his hold on his territory and laid down some rules. “First, your curfew is ten at night. You can come home late, but you need to let me know beforehand. If it’s past midnight, I’ll have the driver pick you up.” “Second, here’s my number. If you run into trouble, come to me, not my secretary.” “And last, the most important thing, Muran, you need to remember this.” He gripped the alpha’s neck, encircled by the collar, and tapped a finger against the gland hidden beneath the black strap. “Even without a mark, I’m still your alpha.” Muran stared at him blankly for a long moment, then answered awkwardly, “I understand… Let go of me already!” The alpha put on a fierce act, never noticing that the ears hidden beneath his hair were flushed red, ripe for the taking. ** From the first time Fu Zhunan met Muran, he found him fascinating. Innocent, pure, and so foolish he was laughable, yet so sincere and bright that Fu Zhunan couldn’t look away. Fu Zhunan thought that a naive, spotless sheet of paper, drifting willingly into his hands, deserved to be crumpled and scribbled on as he pleased, until he finally wrote his name on it and made it his own. Reading Guide: 1. An impeccably polished, controlling scum daddy alpha x an innocent, sincere partner who treats loving someone like a home invasion; both are alphas. 2. Both are each other’s first and only, emotionally and physically. 3. No pairing swaps, dream pairings, or reversals. Related comments will be deleted. =Coming Soon: “There’s No Shame in Selling Your Pride for Money.” Blurb below [Third-person narration] I’m an assassin. “Slay a man with every ten steps, travel a thousand miles without leaving a trace. A falling flower or leaf can be a weapon…” Those praises of assassins? They have nothing to do with me. I’m just an ordinary, unremarkable background-character assassin. That might not make much sense, so let me give you an example. If my world were a story, the protagonist would surely be the elegant Crown Prince, while I’d be one of the nameless assassins crouching by the roadside, waiting to ambush him. At this very moment, the Crown Prince walks into a bamboo grove. My companions and I drop down from the sky, and then… We’re defeated by the Crown Prince without him even breaking a sweat. Not surprising. I told you I’m cannon fodder. When the Crown Prince holds a knife to my throat and demands to know who’s behind me, I show true professional integrity by biting down on the poison pill in my mouth and killing myself. Then I’m reincarnated. No, wait, I’m not reincarnated. I wake up. I can’t understand why the pill that could kill a tiger didn’t kill me. Could it be that I’m a born prodigy with a special constitution? I admit it, I was thrilled. Not every bit of cannon fodder gets a constitution like this. If you could be the protagonist, who’d want to be cannon fodder? Later, I found out I was getting ahead of myself. I survived because I’d accidentally taken one of A Qiao’s sleep-inducing sugar pills on the mission, mistaking it for poison. According to the Crown Prince, when I bit into the pill, he smelled an intensely strong lychee scent. Then he watched me fall to the ground and sleep soundly, even snoring. I think that’s slander. ** The Crown Prince is an interesting man. Not only did he spare me, he kept me well fed and comfortable. One day, he asked why I wanted to kill him. I thought he sounded like an idiot asking that. Why else? Because my master ordered me to! Then he asked why I was willing to work for my master. I thought he was even more of an idiot. How could such an idiot defeat my wise and mighty master? I couldn’t figure it out. Still, I magnanimously answered him: Because my master pays me fifty taels a month. Silver! At last he fell silent. I figured he’d never seen that much money in his life. Poor thing. I just couldn’t understand why he was looking at me with such a nauseating expression. Later, I learned that expression was called sympathy and affection. I was furious. Do you have any idea how furious I was?! What made me even angrier was that this guy tried to tempt me with gold, saying something like: “The Eastern Palace is still in need of a Crown Princess. The monthly allowance is one hundred taels… of gold.” Am I the kind of person who’d betray my master for money? Am I?! Of course I am. I thought this was my reward for being kind and helpful to others. But one day, when I got out of bed rubbing my aching waist, I finally understood. What kind of damn reward is this? You want it, then?! Reading Guide: 1. The gong is not weak, not weak, not weak!! There’s a reason he loses early on. If he could use his full strength, he’d be the strongest person in the world. 2. A deadpan assassin who’s a human commentary machine x a silver-tongued, charming, wickedly alluring Crown Prince. 3. Silly comedy, happy ending. Core theme: Sincerity, courage, and kindness.