When the Major General Omega Picked Up a Little Snake Alpha - Chapter 21

Luo Qi pulled a blanket over himself and waited for Fang Xi to arrive.

When an Omega’s heat first begins, the surge of hormones is at its peak. His glands were burning and pulsing, their rhythm syncing up with his own racing heartbeat. Despite the sweltering heat radiating from his body, he wrapped the blanket even tighter around himself.

Once these first few minutes passed, things would stabilize.

He had once suffered a sudden onset of heat on the battlefield. At the time, an enemy S-class Alpha was five hundred meters away, releasing pheromones to disrupt his senses. The provocation had sent the lower-level Alphas on the field into a frenzied rut, creating total chaos.

Back then, as a new recruit, he had simply hopped onto a motorcycle, charged forward, and blown the enemy nest to pieces with heavy artillery. A dozen shells had flown toward him, and shards of his anti-ballistic armor had been driven into his flesh. Fortunately, victory was achieved, and he earned his first military rank.

Luo Qi knew that had been pure luck. Charging without orders was a suicide mission, and if not for a stroke of fortune, he would have died that day.

Since then, he had forced himself to master his pheromones. Even now, at the height of his heat, he kept his scent strictly confined within the cabin. Though his body was in distress, he could still move normally. Wrapping himself in the blanket, he moved to the cabinet to pour a cup of warm water, taking small, slow sips.

Fang Xi entered the room just then, carrying a small medical kit. Without a word, he pulled out a syringe.

“I’m giving you a dose of suppressant first,” he said. “I’ll bring the snake over in a moment.”

As he spoke the second half of that sentence, his jaw tightened, and his expression soured visibly.

Luo Qi rested his arm on a soft pillow on the table. His other hand gripped his cup, the water inside trembling slightly.

“The snake cannot be let out, it must stay in its enclosure. While it has acted docile so far, it is still a predator by nature. If it’s triggered by your pheromones, it might become aggressive.”

Luo Qi watched the needle pierce his skin and lowered his head, taking a deep breath. A few stray hairs fell across the back of Fang Xi’s hand.

“I can control it,” he said raspily. “I’m already feeling better.”

Five minutes. He glanced at the time on his wristband, he was starting to stabilize.

“That’s still a no. The snake stays in the box. Or you stay in this cabin and don’t leave until this is over.”

Luo Qi let out a small laugh, his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Xizi, it’s not that I don’t want to lock it up, but…” He trailed off.

He couldn’t lock it up even if he wanted to. It would find its own way in.

Xiao Hei couldn’t speak, but Luo Qi just had a gut feeling.

“But what?” Fang Xi asked, sounding slightly anxious.

“It only listens to me,” Luo Qi corrected himself. “No one else can get it into that enclosure.”

“Then don’t use it for now. Stay in the cabin, at least until the first day has passed.”

After finishing the injection, Fang Xi handed him a few pills.

“I’ve already notified Adjutant Jiang. Don’t worry about the ship’s business, just rest.”

“Okay.”

Luo Qi sat on the edge of the bed to change his clothes. The circular door to the bedroom remained open. It was a heavy alloy door with a strict passcode lock that operated automatically.

Would Xiao Hei really come?

“You’re changing into such thin clothes again,” Fang Xi said, stepping back into the room. “I told you, you need to dress warmly when the heat starts.”

Luo Qi’s arm was still in the air as he pulled on his clothes. Fang Xi reached out, took the silk garment from him, and draped a thick, long-sleeved cotton pajama top over his shoulders. He then knelt down to fasten the buttons.

The movements were so seamless that Luo Qi’s attention was pulled back, his gaze falling on the crown of Fang Xi’s brown hair. Fang Xi was rarely this forceful. In the past, he’d been just as overprotective, but it was usually limited to nagging.

Just now, he had actually snatched the clothes right out of his hands.

“Only drink hot water, the last cup was too cold,” Fang Xi said, placing a thermos on the small table by the window. “Don’t go out unless it’s an absolute emergency. I’ll be in the living room. Eat something when you wake up.”

“…Alright.” Luo Qi pulled his legs up, his bare feet appearing strikingly white.

When Fang Xi saw his feet, his brow furrowed again.

“Put some socks on.”

He opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, found a pair of blue fleece socks, and walked back. Luo Qi looked up at him, his eyes hazy and his cheeks so pink they looked like they’d bruise if pinched.

Fang Xi averted his eyes and cleared his throat. “You… put them on yourself.”

Luo Qi took the socks and slowly pulled them over his feet. How did Fang Xi know his socks were in that specific drawer?

Once the socks were on, Luo Qi arranged his animal-shaped plushies into a circle on the bed, resting his head on a large dolphin pillow. Fang Xi pulled the down comforter up and tucked it around his shoulders as if he were tending to a frail patient.

“Fang Xi, what’s with you today? I’ve gone through heat plenty of times—”

“Your clothes aren’t done up properly,” Fang Xi interrupted, pulling the collar of the pajamas together. There was one small inner button left undone. He quickly fastened it with nimble fingers.

Now, Luo Qi was wrapped tightly from his toes to his neck. He looked at his military doctor with increasing confusion. What is he doing?

“If you need anything,” Fang Xi said, avoiding eye contact, “please call me. I’ll be guarding the living room.”

His tone was solemn, though the tips of his ears were beet red. With that, he turned and left. The bedroom door slid shut automatically, leaving only the faint light filtering through the small porthole.

Luo Qi curled up under the covers, hugging a long caterpillar plushie with his arms and legs, the duvet pulled over his head. His wrist communicator gave a soft ding.

[Fang Xi: If you can’t sleep, I can stay and talk to you.]

Luo Qi tapped a few words onto the screen.

[Luo Qi: No need, I’m tired.]

[Fang Xi: Get some sleep then.]

Luo Qi took off the wristband and placed it on the nightstand. He stared up at the curved ceiling, the central light dimmed in the shadows.

Fang Xi was acting truly strange. It seemed that the plan to give him a raise was becoming an urgent necessity.

The suppressants made his body feel much better, but the primary side effect was drowsiness. He soon drifted into a heavy slumber, only to wake later to a sensation of damp heat.

It was so hot.

Luo Qi tossed and turned under the covers. He tugged at his collar, unbuttoning his pajamas and kicking off his socks. He felt restless and agitated. He climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the table, pouring a cup of hot water while leaning back in the soft chair.

Outside the window, the surface of a distant planet receded. The beauty of the universe usually brought a sense of stillness and peace, but now it just felt lonely and empty.

Xiao Hei hadn’t come.

He pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head in his arms, releasing his mental energy to scout the area. He couldn’t find any trace of Xiao Hei’s scent.

He threw himself back onto the bed, burying his face in the dolphin pillow and letting out a muffled, incoherent groan. In the absolute safety of the cabin, he let his Omega instincts take over, desperately craving the Alpha scent that had once melded with his own.

His slender fingers stroked the tail of the dolphin plushie, moving upward as he imagined the texture of snake scales. The pillow smelled of incense, he inhaled deeply, imagining the scent of red wine instead.

His clothes were half-off, exposing a smooth, rounded shoulder and a broad expanse of soft white back. His long hair was a mess, clinging to the curve of his shoulder blades.

Shrouded in a haze of heat, he whispered into the silence. “Xiao Hei…”

Xiao Hei slithered out from the shadows of the ceiling light, moving down the wall with slow, deliberate grace. From the cool floor, it followed the leg of the bed and slipped into the soft, fragrant pile of cotton.

The scent of cherries filled the room, flooding the snake’s senses. It didn’t flick its tongue, and it kept its own pheromones tightly locked away.

His “Little Morsel” was releasing far too much pheromone, triggering a voracious appetite. The snake was struggling for control.

It climbed onto the soft skin. The muscles above the small of the back were tense, twitching with a static-like tremor. The snake wanted to sink its teeth into that neck.

It turned its head, moving upward past the soft belly and a few faint scars until it saw the slight bulge of the Adam’s apple and the beads of sweat on the smooth jawline.

It wanted to pierce the skin, to take the morsel into its mouth and slide it down into its stomach to be slowly digested and savored. It could lie here and swallow just a little bit each day. The tongue, the lips, the fingers, the throat… It could feed for a very long time.

“Xiao Hei…” the Little Morsel called out softly, his hand searching the sheets, desperate for comfort. He panted, his fingers grasping at nothing. “Xiao Hei?”

The snake avoided his hand and shifted its position, moving away from that sweet, tempting throat.

“Naughty snake,” the Little Morsel said, sounding frustrated. “Come here.”

The little snake stayed flat against the sheets, stopping a dozen centimeters away and turning its head.

The Little Morsel exhaled a breath of hot air, his brow furrowed. His eyes and cheeks were flushed deep red, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with moisture.

I want to eat him.

To melt those eyes and every inch of his flesh into its stomach. Its mental control was on the verge of collapsing, yet it remained perfectly, elegantly restrained—not a single drop of its pheromones escaped.

“Naughty snake, are you…”

The Little Morsel’s lips parted, his hot, fragrant breath puffing against the tip of the snake’s tail.

“Are you… incapable?”

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