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Coach Beta looked at him innocently, shrugging his shoulders. “Though I’m younger than you, I’ve seen enough customers, not less than eight thousand, if not ten thousand. I think you haven’t realized this yourself. Your parents left you so much money—I’m sure they weren’t just regular rich, they must have been big players in some industry. Ah, if that’s the case, everything makes sense now.”

Coach Beta mimicked a dramatic gesture from a TV show, punching her fist into her palm. “Your personality must have come from your parents—you’re a natural-born businessman!”

Omega’s mouth twitched at the corner, feeling helpless. “You… you’re overthinking it…”

“No matter what, you should listen to me,” Coach Beta said seriously. “If you turn your passion into a career, I can already tell—it’ll be a huge success. You’ll become a leading figure in that industry.”

She spoke with such certainty that, even though Omega thought it sounded a bit absurd, he still felt an overwhelming sense of warmth inside.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “I’ll take that as a helpful blessings.”

Coach Beta seemed to suddenly remember something. “Ah, by the way, this coconut bread tastes really good. It’s not too sweet, and it’s not too greasy. I think Mr. A would like it, don’t you think?”

Omega quickly shook his head. “I don’t think he’ll like it. Maybe if he sees me eating these, he’ll scold me again.”

The coach didn’t insist any further, silently nibbling on the bread.

After returning home, omega applied a facial mask and recalled the coach’s words. He felt like she was just joking, but somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling. Eventually, he sat up from the couch. To change his mood, he decisively pulled out his light brain and sent Mr. A a message, inviting him to come over for some snacks as a token of gratitude when he had free time.

A while later, omega’s light brain chimed with a message. Mr. A had replied.

“Next Saturday, I’m free.”

Omega had prepared himself for a refusal, but unexpectedly, Mr. A agreed. He was taken aback for quite a while.

A week passed, and omega had just learned how to make a complicated dessert. He had everything prepared the night before, exhausted to the point of collapsing into bed. The next morning, the whole first floor of the villa was filled with the aroma of baked sweets, and omega was busy at the counter, his hands covered in flour. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Wait a moment!” He quickly wiped his hands on his apron and rushed to open the door. “Is it Mr. A? You came so…”

The moment the door opened, Mr. A’s indifferent expression suddenly froze, his pupils contracting sharply. The omega’s pheromones mixed with the hot, sweet scent of the cake, flooding the air like a tidal wave. It hit him head-on, making him stagger backward several steps, almost falling to the ground.

“…Mr. A?” Omega hesitated, “What’s wrong?”

Just as he was about to rush over to help Mr. A up, Mr. A covered his nose, gasping for air, and shouted angrily, “Don’t come near!”

He instinctively covered his nose, thinking it would help, but how could blocking his nose stop the omega’s scent? The aroma of fresh grass and milk almost merged into a great river, surging toward him from its source, blending sweetly with his naturally cold pheromones, creating a perfect harmony that made the air itself tremble.

One of the side effects of the pheromone blocker was that once it was stopped, the previously sealed pheromones would experience a period of secretion imbalance, with their intensity becoming two to three times stronger than before.

Omega hadn’t used the pheromone blocker; he stopped applying it two days ago. It wasn’t until today that Mr. A truly smelled his scent, and it immediately pushed him to the brink of madness.

Omega sniffed himself but couldn’t detect anything unusual. He looked at the alpha in confusion and didn’t dare approach him, so he asked cautiously, “Mr. A… are you okay?”

Immersed in the high concentration of omega’s pheromones, Mr. A trembled all over, his teeth nearly grinding to the point of breaking. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared intensely at omega’s helpless face. He never expected that his destined omega had been hidden too well all this time, concealed so deeply.

“Go inside and lock the door…” He struggled against his instincts, swallowing the excessive saliva in his mouth to prevent himself from looking like a ravenous wolf ready to pounce. “Hurry… hurry!”

Omega, terrified, felt his legs go weak. He scrambled into the room, quickly locking the door behind him. The moment the electronic lock clicked open, the crazed alpha lunged, hammering his fists against the poor door, attempting to bring down the entire building with his strength. His mind raced with thoughts of breaking through to capture the helpless omega inside, bite the back of his neck, and flood his veins with his own pheromones. He wanted to mark him, to leave his scent in him forever, as though shackling him with an iron collar that would never be removed.

“Call… Call the enforcement agency!” The alpha’s body burned with heat, the sweet fragrance seeping through the door cracks, the windows, and every possible gap, filling his nostrils and penetrating his brain. It made him feel like an uncontrollable addict, desperately wanting to inhale it all, even the roots of his teeth ached with the need for release, craving the pleasure of breaking through his glands. “10… 282… I can’t remember… Hurry, call! Call now!!”

Before this, omega had never seen an alpha driven to madness by the need for an omega’s scent. Trembling, he shakily shouted at the AI assistant, “Call! Call the enforcement center! There’s an out-of-control alpha here! Someone, hurry!!”

“Then…” Scalding sweat dripped from his eyelids, causing his lashes to stick together in disarray. The alpha forced himself to speak, “Go upstairs, use… no, a shower will do, just go upstairs! Stay away from me!”

The last shred of his sanity sadly reminded him that from the moment he recognized omega as his destined one, his alpha instincts had automatically kicked in. He wanted to command omega to use the blocking agent to cut off his scent. He knew omega would obey him without question and do it, but just the thought of the side effects of the agent made him reconsider. Instead, he simply told omega to go take a shower.

The situation was becoming increasingly dire.

The sweet scent was gradually fading, which only intensified his anxiety. He began pacing around the house like a starving tiger dragging its tail, unable to calm himself. The neighbors, likely aware of the commotion, must have called the police, but they didn’t dare confront an out-of-control alpha head-on. Instead, they stayed in their homes, closely monitoring the situation.