I Married A Proud, Beautiful Omega First, Then Fell In Love - Chapter 10

Qin walked into the hospital ward. On the bed, a golden-haired Omega lay with a bandage wrapped around his head, staring blankly out the window.

There were very few movable objects in the room. It was likely that Elan’s previous act of smashing a vase had terrified the nurses, making them fearful he might throw something again.

Qin raised his hand and tapped on the doorframe, announcing his arrival to the person inside. “Mr. Elan, I’m here for your routine check-up.”

Elan remained silent, his calm gaze meeting Qin’s scrutiny. Though he didn’t speak, he was cooperative with the examination.

As Qin packed up his instruments, he remarked, “Your self-healing ability is lower than that of an average Omega. You should recuperate in the hospital for a while longer.”

A flicker of emotion finally appeared in Elan’s eyes. He stared at Qin’s busy back and asked, “Did you discover something? About my physical condition, for instance.”

Qin’s movements paused momentarily, but his tone remained natural. “Yes.”

Elan’s face turned slightly pale. After a moment of processing, his handsome brows furrowed, seemingly finding the matter troublesome. He said, “Can you… not tell him?”

Qin picked up the veiled threat hidden within the sentence.

“This is patient privacy. As a doctor, I do not disclose such things casually.” Qin glanced at him, then turned to leave. “Please eat your meals on time or use nutritional injections.”

His answer allowed Elan to breathe a sigh of relief. Then, suddenly remembering something, Elan called out to the male Beta doctor who was about to exit.

“Wait.” A strange emotion suddenly surfaced on Elan’s expressionless face—a mix of embarrassment and curiosity that made Qin feel somewhat uneasy.

Elan stared at Qin for a long time. Just as Qin began to wonder if there was something wrong with his mental state, Elan finally spoke: “Excuse me… is he… not functioning?”

“I know this is a patient’s privacy and a doctor cannot disclose it at will. But I believe that as his partner, I should have the right to know about his physical condition—especially regarding that sort of thing,” Elan added.

Since waking up, Elan had been pondering one question: what allowed Douglas, even after consuming a potion that drained his physical strength, to shake off the temptation and control of pheromones, break the security system, and escape so quickly?

Elan was confident in his appearance and his pheromones. He believed that even the Empire’s strongest Alpha in terms of mental and physical prowess would find it difficult to reject him.

Or rather, he was unwilling to admit that Douglas was capable of rejecting him. And it had happened twice now—once at the banquet, and once last night.

Since it wasn’t his problem, it had to be Douglas’s!

Facing this question, Qin actually gave it serious thought before explaining, “His body is fine. However… Doug suffered from severe post-war psychological trauma three years ago. It took three years of treatment to restore him to his current state. I cannot rule out the possibility of dysfunction due to psychological barriers.”

“He has never raised this issue with me. If you feel it is necessary, I can suggest he undergo an examination,” Qin said, pushing up his glasses.

Post-war psychological trauma?

Elan was stunned for a moment, then asked, “Why does he have psychological trauma? Isn’t his mental fortitude very strong?”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be known as the Empire’s strongest Alpha.

Qin hadn’t intended to leak Douglas’s privacy, but considering the person before him was Douglas’s partner—and knowing Douglas’s personality—he figured the man would likely never reveal such things to his partner in his entire life.

To maintain his friend’s domestic harmony, Qin said, “Three years ago, Douglas made a command error on the battlefield, which led to the death of his comrade, Lu Fei, in the jaws of the Zerg. They were very close, so Douglas blames himself deeply, which resulted in severe psychological trauma.”

Elan lowered his head slightly, his long golden hair falling forward. From Qin’s angle, his expression was unreadable. He heard Elan ask slowly, “They were very close? Was it… that kind of relationship?”

Was he so guilt-ridden over the death of a loved one caused by his own mistake that he developed a psychological barrier, making him unable to accept anyone else?

Elan didn’t know whether to feel relieved or sad. Relieved that his partner’s two rejections weren’t due to his own lack of charm, but because his partner had a psychological impediment. Sad because his partner had a “white moonlight” in his heart.

But in the next second, Qin’s words pulled him out of his emotional whirlpool: “As far as I know, Doug and Lu Fei were not in that kind of relationship. Lu Fei was an Alpha, and Doug does not have an open orientation like Bauhir; he is a rather traditional AO-preference type.”

Elan: “…”

Elan’s heart went through a rollercoaster of emotions. Not knowing what else to say, he simply nodded. “Thank you, Doctor Qin.”

“You’re welcome,” Qin nodded and pushed the door open to leave.

The Office of the King of Tansan

Contanyi looked at the male Alpha napping on the sofa with his legs crossed and felt his teeth itch with rage. He picked up a thick stack of documents from the desk and threw them at Douglas, as if to vent his frustration.

He had just spent half an hour talking until his throat was dry, yet this reckless brat refused to go apologize to Elan Riemann and the Riemann family behind him.

Then again, how could a wild kid who grew up surviving on a dilapidated planet surrounded by Zerg ever know how to spell the word “compromise”?

After throwing the documents, King Contanyi suddenly calmed down.

To Douglas, the thin sheets of paper were like feathers. One landed on his face; he lazily raised a hand to brush it off. “Don’t get so angry, it’s bad for your health. If something happens to you, the nobles will kick us out of the Capital Star in minutes.”

Bauhir, standing to the side, didn’t dare utter a word under the King’s wrath. His heart bled as he watched the white papers fluttering through the air.

In the interstellar era, the mainstream method of recording was electronic data. Only extremely important documents were kept on ancient paper. Any paper document on the King’s desk was of the utmost importance; as the Chief Secretary, he had spent a full half-hour organizing them!

Furthermore, the public was currently locked in a fierce argument on the StarNet because of Douglas. The culprit didn’t care, while a wage slave like him had to clean up the mess.

He still had to come up with a clarification for Douglas, but for some reason, this grandson of a gun refused to tell him what happened last night!

Bauhir’s gaze was sharp enough to slice Douglas into pieces.

With his keen senses, Douglas had noticed Bauhir’s resentful eyes long ago, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

An electronic announcement sounded outside the door: “Respectable King Contanyi, the Special Action Group of the Capital Star Security Bureau summons Admiral Douglas Lu.”

Contanyi felt a headache coming on and waved his hand dismissively at Douglas. “Go, quickly!”

Douglas was led by Bauhir to a room not far from the King’s office. Two security officers in light mecha stood on either side of the door.

As Douglas was about to push the door open, he was blocked by a mechanical arm. “Mr. Douglas, for safety reasons, please wear this.”

With a click, and without waiting for Douglas’s consent, a black ring was locked around his upper arm. The ring gripped the full muscles of his arm; it didn’t look like a warning control device for a violent criminal, but rather like a piece of jewelry.

Douglas could have crushed the thing with his spiritual power in a second, but he didn’t.

Douglas narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura spreading through the corridor. The security officer’s face under the mecha mask broke into a cold sweat under Douglas’s gaze. Then, Douglas looked away and walked into the interrogation room, as if the spiritual confrontation just now had been a mere joke.

Douglas sat in the chair and allowed the officers to lock him in. A half-smile played on his lips as his gaze shifted from the control device on his arm to the interrogator’s face.

The interrogator’s muscles trembled under that blade-like, aggressive gaze, but he hid it flawlessly. He cleared his throat and spoke as if having a casual chat: “Mr. Douglas, where were you last night? What were you doing?”

Douglas replied nonchalantly, “At home, having tea with my partner.”

Just as the interrogator was surprised by his cooperative attitude and prepared to continue, he heard the oppressive man across from him speak slowly, with the casual air of a superior:

“Mr. Interrogator, shouldn’t you be mindful of how you address me?”

“…Yes, General Douglas.” The interrogator swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he nervously scrolled through the electronic recording screen.

“If it was just a simple tea session, why did it escalate into a conflict? Mr. Riemann ended up in the hospital. Was there a verbal dispute?”

The interrogator speculated that the two had argued first, which then escalated into domestic violence initiated by Douglas. After all, given an Omega’s physical build compared to an Alpha, they were almost always on the receiving end.

Douglas seemed to think about it seriously for a long time before chuckling. “I don’t remember.”

“General Douglas! Please cooperate with our work!” The interrogator swallowed his spit. Driven by professional spirit, he forced himself to stand up and slam the table, attempting to intimidate him. “Even if you are the Empire’s First Admiral! The Empire is a land of laws; individual authority cannot override the law! In this regard, your violent behavior is no different from that of a common citizen!”

Douglas gave a faint, mocking smile. His gaze, tempered by fire and war, made the interrogator feel a pang of guilt. The man suddenly felt like a jumping clown for shouting.

Seeing him tremble, Douglas knew he had achieved his goal. He retracted his gaze. “I really don’t remember.”

The interrogator had already formed a biased judgment, assuming guilt without evidence. Douglas knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless. In this situation, it was best not to admit to anything.

Besides, he had no intention of broadcasting Elan’s actions to the world.

The interrogator breathed a sigh of relief after Douglas looked away, but subsequently, no matter what he asked, Douglas only replied with “I don’t remember,” which made the interrogator’s blood boil.

Half an hour later, Douglas walked out of the interrogation room, met by Bauhir’s admiring gaze.

Once they were far enough away from the room, Bauhir said excitedly, “I was watching you through the 3D monitor the whole time. I was worried you’d say something you shouldn’t, but I didn’t expect you to be so tight-lipped.”

“And that gaze of yours, that pressure—it was so cool. It looked natural. I remember you weren’t like that before. Is that the effect of being on the battlefield?”

Douglas snorted. A certain figure flashed through his mind, and he immediately pushed it out with irritation. He said reluctantly, “Learned it from someone.”

“From whom? I want to learn too.”

“Why do you talk so much? Don’t you have work? You’ve been way too jumpy these past two days. Where is your grace?” Douglas frowned.

Hearing this, Bauhir immediately dropped his smile. “If you have any conscience left, tell me what exactly happened last night. Otherwise, I can’t even write a clarification.”

Douglas clicked his tongue, realizing he couldn’t keep stalling forever. His brows furrowed deeply as he said, “Go ask Elan. If he’s willing to tell you, then you can write it.”