Abandoned Omega: Wanted by the Bigshots in the Military Academy

She had such an innocent, harmless face, yet her words made one’s blood race.

She was like a completely different person from the girl who used to be so awkward with just a simple kiss.

Nathan Lockwood didn’t even know how much longer he could hold back. Her pheromones might not have peaked, but his desire had already been stoked to its absolute limit by just a few of her words.

He grabbed her teasing fingers and asked, "Zoe Pierce, they’ve all seen this side of you, haven’t they..."

For her to say something like that so naturally now... one could only imagine what kind of life she had lived with Miles Sherman and the others.

In their first month together, they had only kissed.

At most, he had only swallowed her saliva.

Gripping her slender waist, he asked in a near-whisper, "Zoe... answer me. I just want to know what they did to you."

’Honestly, I’m not angry.’

’After all, I’m the one with Zoe Pierce now. Everything that happens from this point on will only serve to make me the one who’s most intimate with her.’

He was only asking for confirmation. ’So, it turns out I was the most conservative one?’

Zoe Pierce was burning up. The coolness from her recent shower seemed to have vanished completely.

Especially now that Nathan Lockwood had brought this up, her face grew even hotter.

But right now, she had something she wanted to do more than feel shy.

She pressed herself against his bare torso, scooting closer until she was settled against his lap.

"Mmm..." she said.

Then she pushed him back onto the sofa and lowered her head to suckle at a pink crest.

"Nathan Lockwood... I feel even worse now... It’s itching right here..." A prickling itch, as if ants were crawling all over her skin, mixed with a restless, urgent heat. "Can you scratch my itch for me..."

Cradling his face, Zoe Pierce knew she was going crazy. Her mind was filled with a torrent of filthy thoughts.

’But the man in front of me won’t refuse me,’ she knew.

She straightened her back and used her hand to gently press his head down.

The thread of his reason snapped at such a blatant invitation.

Nathan Lockwood’s eyes swept over the detector one last time, and then all his reservations vanished.

On the pheromone concentration detector, the needle had just entered the red zone.

Her pheromones had reached the expected level.

He stood, suddenly scooping the Omega up by her waist. Her last piece of covering fluttered down from mid-air, only to be casually trampled under the man’s foot.

The Freesia fragrance wafting from her glands was already intoxicating enough to make his head spin, to say nothing of her words.

They were even more seductive than her pheromones.

「In the room.」

The Omega was forced to endure the Alpha’s tempestuous storm.

The itching place she had mentioned received special attention, cupped together in his hands.

Pink turned to crimson.

A delicious dessert always makes the diner’s mouth water.

It seemed that just touching the person before her was so comforting it felt like being immersed in soft down feathers.

It was a cool, pleasant sensation that brought her temperature down.

Zoe Pierce became somewhat obsessed with this feeling, even infatuated with the crisp, clean scent of tea leaves that drifted from the Alpha’s lips.

"Nathan Lockwood..." she said, looking at the man before her and holding out her arms for an embrace. "Hold me."

Before today, Nathan Lockwood never knew Zoe Pierce could be so direct about what she wanted.

She was clearly guiding him, telling him to do the things she liked and wanted.

She didn’t deny herself anything.

With her legs raised high, she watched the veins bulging on Nathan Lockwood’s temples.

’His madness and his restraint were all because of her.’

When Nathan Lockwood pressed down to embrace her, she urged in his ear, "Hurry..."

"I want you..."

’Surprisingly, there was no pain.’

Zoe Pierce suddenly recalled something from an Interstellar Space biology textbook: the anatomy of an Omega was slightly different from that of Earthlings.

It seemed they had evolved to no longer have the part that caused such pain.

’It was just pleasure.’

A pleasure that was almost unbearable.

Zoe Pierce felt Nathan Lockwood’s control slipping more and more. Her head was knocked against the headboard from the force of his thrusts.

All the air was forced from her lungs.

’So... this is what it’s like? It’s so captivating.’

After an unknown amount of time, Zoe Pierce suddenly heard Nathan Lockwood’s voice from above her.

"Zoe... lie on your stomach. Let me see your gland."

Zoe Pierce belatedly realized the gland on the nape of her neck felt like it was about to explode from the heat.

Her beautiful, shimmering eyes glanced at him before she turned over, kneeling on the bed.

Her hair was swept to one side, revealing a back and neck so slender they were beautiful to the extreme.

The nape of her neck, soft as silk, emanated her unique fragrance. The Alpha’s fingers caressed it.

Every time her gland was touched, Zoe Pierce felt an involuntary shiver and a pang of unconscious nervousness.

"Don’t be afraid." Sensing her flinch, Nathan Lockwood soothed her softly.

’Marking was always unavoidably a little painful.’

’The canine teeth had to break the skin to inject the Alpha’s pheromones, but the intermingling of their two pheromones would numb the pain.’

’So, was this a kind of pain transference?’

’The pain is up here instead?’

’Will every temporary mark be like this from now on?’

As Zoe Pierce was still lost in thought, she felt Nathan Lockwood’s lips on the gland at her nape. Soft, dense kisses made the heat within her surge.

His sharp canines pressed against the nape of her neck, making her nerves tense completely.

She involuntarily called out his name, "Nathan Lockwood..."

As her voice faded, her pheromone-receptive gland was pierced by his teeth, and the Alpha’s clean, tea-like pheromones were thoroughly injected.

There was a sharp, stinging pain, like being pricked with a needle.

Zoe Pierce’s hands gripped the pillow nervously.

Soon, she could feel the effects of his pheromones merging with hers.

An immense feeling of attachment washed over her, growing stronger and stronger, completely beyond her control.

She craved his touch. Their pheromones mixed together, and it felt as if they had forged a deeper connection.

Once his canines left her gland, the nagging pain finally subsided.

Along with it, the restless heat also dissipated.

Her body was pulled down hard by the strength of his arms, slamming against him.

Her arms were pinned behind her back, suspended at her sides. She was left with almost nothing but her knees on the bed.

She felt panicked and uneasy, her vision shaking and jumping to the point of dizziness.

"Nathan Lockwood... don’t..."

"I... don’t like... this..."

His breathing was ragged, but he still asked her, "Then what do you like, baby..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

’As long as she said it, he would do it.’

’She wanted to look at him, to see his face, to kiss him, to be held by this man.’

"Nathan Lockwood... I want to hold you."

Nathan Lockwood’s voice was filled with an indescribable tenderness. "Okay."

Zoe Pierce was very satisfied with their intimate, face-to-face embrace.

She liked it this way. She could see every one of his expressions with perfect clarity.

The Omega clung to him like a vine.

Nathan Lockwood kissed the corner of her lips, murmuring a confession, "Zoe... I love you..."

The thick scent of their pheromones, a perfect blend of Freesia and tea leaves, filled the space.

Zoe Pierce’s fingers ran through his short hair, caressing him gently.

The two of them were now clinging to one another with a cloying intimacy.

"I love you too."

She had no strength left, so exhausted she didn’t even want to move a finger.

During the friendly match, she had been able to go for days without sleep, pushing forward under the load of a gravity belt.

’So why were all her muscles aching now, after not even one full night?’

She even had some wicked thoughts about him, wanting to continue tormenting him with her words, loving the sight of his repressed madness.

’Was this what they called physiological attraction?’

’She couldn’t help but want to be close to him. Whether it was kissing or something more, as long as it was with him, it was good.’

She couldn’t tell if it was the influence of the pheromones, or if these were her own true thoughts.