10

After everything had been arranged, alpha pushed a printed contract in front of him. “Take a look. This is a three-month contract, covering everything from the tests and treatments you received here today to the personal training, as well as the daily schedule and time planning for the next ninety days. I’ll do my best to help you transform and make a complete change, but at the same time, this will cost you a significant amount of money.”

He paused for a moment, then nodded and said, “I know your family ties are weak, but out of respect for your elders, I’ll agree to deduct one-third from your account as a deposit. As for the rest, we can discuss it slowly.”

Alpha traced the table with two fingers, and a beam of light slowly rose, projecting the contents of the contract in front of omega as if flipping pages.

“Take a good look. If you have no issues, just sign the contract.”

Omega hesitated for only a moment before grabbing a nearby carbon pen and signing his name at both the beginning and end of the contract.

“Not going to take a second look?” Alpha raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Omega smiled gently, his eyes and brows showing an innocent, easily deceived look. “No need. You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

Alpha’s expression remained stern, and he snorted coldly. “Once you’ve signed, continue using your main neural interface to authenticate the electronic contract. After that, one-third of the money will be automatically deducted from your account…”

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of an AI voice suddenly rang out: “Verification complete. The user’s payment has been fully processed on XXXX year X month XX day at 19:37:28. Repeating, the user’s payment has been fully processed…”

Alpha was momentarily taken aback.

He reached out to dismiss the AI, then gave omega, who was shrinking back, a once-over.

“Fine,” Mr. Alpha said, his smile as cold as ice. “Leave your address, and you can go for now.”

The next day, omega sat up from bed with a dazed look in his eyes, reaching up to rub his face.

What had happened yesterday felt more surreal than anything he had experienced in the past year. If it weren’t for the backup copy of the contract in his hand and the slight decrease in his account balance, he would have thought it was all just a dream.

He shifted his body and got out of bed, feeling every inch of his bones creak under the strain. Standing in the bathroom, he couldn’t help but sigh in worry.

“It’s bad enough being bossed around by an alpha a few years younger than me, but the real problem is the gym sessions. I have no idea if this useless old man can keep up with the trainer’s pace…”

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Who could be coming so early?

The young alpha had a spare key card, so he didn’t need to ring the doorbell. Could it be Mr. A…? But someone like him wouldn’t come to his house so early, would he?

He quickly peered through the peephole and was stunned to find that it really was Mr. A!

In a hurry, he opened the door and saw Mr. A wearing a long black coat, his sharp nose framed by sunglasses. Behind him were several assistants dressed in suits, and not far away, a luxurious car gleamed in the driveway, reflecting its expensive shine…

Mr. A was even taller than the younger alpha, standing there like an iceberg. The icy aura around him, along with the chill of the wind, made omega feel a shiver down his spine.

“You live here?” The alpha asked casually, surveying the living room as if he were the one who would be the future owner of the house, while omega was nothing more than a middle-aged, unattractive, unremarkable salesperson who was on the verge of being fired if this deal didn’t go through.

“It’s nice,” he said with a cryptic smile. He took off his sunglasses, pulled up the AI settings interface on the wall, and turned back to omega. “Password.”

Omega froze for a moment, instinctively responding, “I’ll enter it.”

After handing over the AI access, the alpha swiftly manipulated the interface with his quick hands and then turned to his assistants. “Get to work.”

The assistants moved at the command, some carrying boxes, others holding a massive floor mirror, and a few rushing into his bedroom, dining room, and guest room with a stack of plans in hand. Omega stood frozen, wide-eyed. “What… What are you doing?”

Just as he asked, another assistant came out of his kitchen, carrying his oven and walking toward the door.

“It’s nothing,” alpha said casually, not even glancing at him. “Just making a few changes to your living environment.”

Omega felt his heart break. He raised his hands and shouted, “That’s the cake I just made yesterday… Ah, my lazy sofa!”

Just as omega was on the verge of tears, a hesitant voice suddenly came from the door. “What are you doing?”

Omega’s body stiffened.

It was the voice of the young alpha.

For some reason, Mr. A subtly shifted his body, blocking omega from view, and turned his gaze toward the young alpha. The atmosphere in the living room immediately became charged with an unusual tension.

Alpha might be at the top of the food chain, but even among apex predators, there were still distinctions in rank.

The young alpha was like a vigorous, energetic lion, but standing before him was Mr. A, an unyielding, frost-kissed glacier shaped by time and hardships.

Mr. A’s gaze was indifferent, his striking features carrying a cold arrogance that kept others at arm’s length, while his pheromones arrogantly dominated the entire room. The two alpha figures faced each other for a brief moment, and ultimately, the young alpha faltered. He lowered his voice and said, “I came to get my things.”

Omega snapped out of his daze, worried that the young alpha, driven by youthful pride, might clash with Mr. A. He quickly stepped forward to defuse the tension. “I’ve packed your things into a box. They’re in the guest room,” he said, his tone apologetic.

The young alpha said nothing as he grabbed the box and walked out. Before leaving, he gave omega a cold, disdainful once-over, his gaze filled with both surprise and contempt.

The look was chilling, and omega felt as if he had been slapped in front of everyone, the humiliation stinging deep. He tried his best to shrink back into the shadow behind Mr. A, hoping to hide his discomfort. Only when the sound of the young alpha’s footsteps faded completely did he let out a small, relieved sigh.

There was no sound around them.

Omega cautiously lifted his head and met Mr. A’s cold gaze.

“Looking like a pig is one thing,” Mr. A’s voice was icy, “but why do you like eating pig food?”