Chapter 103: Baileys

Shen Yu had once caught a faint whiff of alcohol on Ji Laili. Just a trace, so subtle that he couldn’t even tell if it was pheromones.

But now, in this cramped, narrow room, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol. His mind felt intoxicated, drowning in the illusion of liquor.

Whiskey with a hint of cream and cocoa—pure, intense—Baileys.

The lips brushing against his didn’t feel like an Alpha’s lips but rather the rim of a freshly opened bottle of Baileys.

The scorching mouth of the bottle pressed against his lips. With every breath, another sip of Baileys slipped in.

The burning alcohol seared his throat, its intensity kissing every corner of his mouth.

As the passionate heat faded, a lingering sweetness remained.

It was almost suffocating.

The slow, chronic pain of differentiation spread through his body, once again triggering the strong Alpha genes within him.

His body resisted.

—That’s an Alpha. Why do I want to cling to him?!

—You actually like an Alpha?!

His Alpha genes rejected it. The pheromones of the same kind naturally repelled each other.

Black eyes, glistening with moisture, struggled to open as he tried to observe Ji Laili’s state. The Alpha’s eyes were tightly shut, sweat dripping down his curled hair. He still couldn’t fully control his pheromones.

But the Baileys-scented pheromones didn’t carry any discomfort. Shen Yu let out a breath of relief.

What was worrying, however, was that his Omega genes, under the influence of his owner’s indulgence, were showing faint signs of resurfacing.

Shen Yu had to split his focus to fight against it, but Ji Laili felt it even more intensely.

The pheromones he inhaled suddenly became sweeter—too sweet, overwhelmingly so. Ji Laili squinted slightly, thinking hazily that the previous scent had been better.

His lips unconsciously… lingered over that fragrant spot.

Shen Yu realized something.

A sense of crisis surged through him.

Yet, he didn’t stop it. Instead, he braced himself.

…

Outside the surveillance room, the ventilation system was opened. Two figures, faces covered with suppression masks, clung to the vents, staring dumbfounded at the blue screen of the monitors.

The Omega who had volunteered to stay behind and assist widened his eyes. His hands trembled against the vent as his voice, distorted by the suppression mask, stammered:

“Marked…? Did I… did I see that wrong?”

Why could two Alphas do this?!

“Hold steady!”

“If you let go now, do you want the two Alphas inside to lose their minds?!”

The Omega quickly collected himself and steadied his hands.

The pheromone explosion just now had been too sudden, bursting out of the small, sealed room in one overwhelming surge.

The Beta doctor had reacted quickly, slapping a suppression mask onto the Omega’s face before the pheromones of two top-tier Alphas could affect him.

Because if an Omega also lost control, that would be a disaster.

The mask had done its job—the Omega was fine. But the problem now was the Beta doctor himself.

He had never imagined that the combined pheromones of these two could be so overpowering. Even someone as typically insensitive to pheromones as him had felt momentarily dizzy.

And that moment of dizziness spelled disaster.

His unsteady hand accidentally hit the ventilation system’s control panel. The button malfunctioned—no matter how much he pressed it, there was no response.

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Now, they had no choice but to manually pry open the ventilation system.

As for why they needed to do this despite already wearing suppression masks—it was all for the sake of those two Alphas inside! The Omega’s pheromones hadn’t completely dissipated yet, and now the two Alphas had suddenly… marked each other?!

The Beta doctor was also in a daze, but his professional instincts kicked in, prompting him to explain:

“Medically speaking, Alpha and Omega belong to the same evolutionary system, so an Alpha being marked is possible. Cases like this aren’t rare.”

“It’s just… the process is extremely difficult.”

The Omega hesitated. “So you’re saying it might fail? What happens if it fails?”

The Beta doctor wanted to snap, ‘How did you even pass medical school?! Do you just nod off in class all the time and only ask questions at the worst possible moment?!’

The words were at the tip of his tongue, but since this Omega had some ties to the military academy, he held back.

“If it fails, both of them will be severely injured. What, do you think they’d just die?!”

The Omega gave an awkward smile.

The Beta doctor adjusted his suppression mask, his exposed eyes locked onto the two Alphas inside.

The difficulty lay in the Alpha’s natural unwillingness to submit. For a mark to succeed, one party had to willingly surrender to the other.

Otherwise, both would only end up wounded.

He had said they wouldn’t die—just to keep the Omega from panicking. But if they didn’t clear out the remaining Omega pheromones now, it would be catastrophic for those two Alphas.

An Alpha-to-Alpha mark was painful for both parties. Ji Laili wasn’t the only one struggling—Shen Yu was just as affected.

Their biggest problem was Shen Yu’s Omega pheromones. They absolutely could not let the Omega pheromones take control.

“…Little Butterfly.”

Shen Yu lifted his gaze, and a light kiss landed on his eyelid.

“Do you want to try my blood?”

Ji Laili’s eyes regained some clarity. Feeling the pain within the iris-scented pheromones, he finally fought his way back to consciousness. His breath brushed against Shen Yu’s face.

“Previously, when you injected the Alpha suppressant, your differentiation stopped. I think… it must have triggered your Alpha genes into rebellion.”

Now, what he needed to do was reignite Shen Yu’s Alpha genes.

To turn this marking process into a battle between two Alphas, rather than one between an Alpha and an Omega.

Ji Laili raised his wrist, bringing it close to Shen Yu’s lips. “Bite me.”

Just draw blood—that would be enough.

Shen Yu’s dark eyes lingered on the wrist near his lips, but he hesitated. Ji Laili, eyes filled with urgency, pressed his wrist even closer. “Hurry, bite me.”

Seeing Shen Yu’s reluctance, the desperate young wolf reached out, attempting to pry open his mouth.

Instead, what he got was a gentle kiss.

Ji Laili froze.

Shen Yu’s unspoken words were all contained within that kiss.

Ji Laili understood the meaning behind it—I can’t bear to do it.

Damn it.

The sweat-damp little wolf ground his teeth in frustration, both helpless and annoyed. Then, with a huff of defiance, he bit down on Shen Yu’s lips.

He licked him a few times, as if in consolation, before his sharp canine teeth tore through their lips, the taste of blood spreading through their mouths.

Ji Laili’s judgment had been correct—the blood of the same kind did indeed trigger the Alpha genes into rebellion.

The restless turmoil of differentiation finally settled down again. The Alpha genes took control—yet, somehow, they didn’t.

The overwhelming scent of Baileys surged forward, enveloping the icy-sweet irises, drowning them within moments.

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The mark… was complete.

Ji Laili took a sniff, though his sense of smell was already numb, and looked up at Shen Yu.

What he saw was a dazed expression—slightly parted lips, a faint flush against his pale face. He looked just like…

Someone who was drunk?

Ji Laili couldn’t help but curve his eyes into a smile. He braced his hands against the floor, preparing to get up—

But suddenly, an overwhelming sense of reluctance consumed him.

Before he even realized it, he had already fallen back onto Shen Yu, his sharp little canine teeth pressing against Shen Yu’s pale neck.

Ji Laili: !

What the hell?! Why is my body acting on its own?!

And also… his teeth were itching.

He really, really wanted to… bite down.

Ji Laili fell into a deep internal struggle.

—Outside the blue screen.

The Omega, whose hands were shaking like he had Parkinson’s, cried out in despair, “Wasn’t it over?! Why isn’t he coming out yet?!”

“I—I can’t hold on much longer…”

Hearing this, the Beta doctor’s expression twisted—three parts grim, seven parts feral.

“Damn it, that kid just entered… that stage!“

“We’re gonna have to hold on a little longer.”

Omega: “…”

Kill me now. :）