I Married A Proud, Beautiful Omega First, Then Fell In Love - Chapter 5

Elan leaned against the wall, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, and glanced at Douglas, who was conversing with others in the center of the banquet hall.

Tonight, he was still wearing the same black suit from his speech earlier that day. It was machine-stitched and didn’t even fit his body’s curves properly; Elan had no idea how the nobles chatting with him managed to keep from laughing.

Truly embarrassing.

A heavy smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils as a blond-haired, blue-eyed male Beta approached. Elan frowned, pushing him away with evident disgust.

The male Beta was dead drunk. Once pushed away, his eyes turned red, and he grabbed Elan’s arm in accusation: “How can you be disgusted by me? Elan, aren’t we best friends?”

He leaned in persistently again. Elan’s eyelid twitched, and he took a step back. “Will, I am married, and you reek of alcohol. It’s foul.”

Will automatically ignored the latter jab at himself; only the first half of the sentence registered in his ears. He let out a howl and nearly burst into tears: “I know you’re married, but are you happy? That bastard left you home alone for three years and went to the front lines without a word. He’s been back for days, yet you don’t have his scent on you at all. He doesn’t love you at all!”

Elan’s expression froze for a moment. “What nonsense are you talking about? He just got back; he’s a bit busy. We have a good relationship. During his time at the front, we stayed in touch through the brain-link interface.”

As it turned out, Will didn’t listen to his defense at all, continuing to talk to himself: “And what kind of low-end trash is he wearing? It’s not decent at all! How could the Lord Treasurer marry you off to someone like that? Do you know what they’re all saying? They say the Lord Treasurer sold you to that bastard just to fawn over King Tansan!”

“You’ve stayed home for three years and haven’t come out to socialize. We really missed you! Especially my brother—he’s really waited for you for three years. He still can’t forget you…”

The people nearby seemed to notice the commotion. Elan pursed his lips and hurriedly pulled Will aside, signaling him to stop talking. To his surprise, Will wouldn’t listen. Just as Elan was at a loss, a tall figure dragged Will away.

Adam covered Will’s mouth. Will made muffled noises, trying to struggle, but he was no match for the bloodline suppression of his older brother.

Adam nodded to Elan. Elan met those eyes and gave a stiff nod in return.

After a short while, Adam hurried back. He held a glass of red berry wine and handed it to Elan, saying breathlessly: “I remember you like this. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. Have a drink?”

Elan glanced at Douglas’s back in the distance, took the glass, and nodded. “Thank you.”

“Do you really like him? A man like that.” Adam’s gaze was fixed on the brown-haired, green-eyed general surrounded by the crowd. “He is not from our world; you can tell just by looking at him. His bloodline is inferior; he is not worthy of you at all. Although Will shouldn’t have said those things, they are all the truth.”

“Elan, I know I’m not perfect, which is why you rejected me before. But compared to him, aren’t I much better? If I were to express my feelings to you once more, I wonder if you would be willing…”

Before he could finish his sentence, an empty wine glass was shoved into his hand. Elan said calmly, “It was delicious, but you talk too much. I believe your parents should have taught both of you brothers the principle of being cautious with your words and actions on formal occasions.”

“You…” Watching Elan’s silhouette as he headed straight for Douglas, the affectionate and gentle expression on Adam’s face gradually cracked. His palm tightened, and the transparent goblet turned into powder in his hand.

He had thought that Elan’s three years of living in seclusion had changed his temperament, but he was still just as arrogant as he had been in school!

After drinking the glass of wine, Elan felt his body grow somewhat hot for some reason. However, he assumed this was a normal reaction after drinking and didn’t pay it any mind. It was just that after being disturbed by the two indiscreet Albert brothers, his patience had reached its limit.

He really couldn’t stand Douglas wearing that piece of junk anymore!

Douglas was currently talking with the President of the Interstellar United Court, Nan Sorey, when he saw a tall figure approaching aggressively. His eyelid jumped.

“Mr. Nan, I have something I need to discuss with my partner. I hope you don’t mind.” Elan gave a polite smile to the white-haired old man.

Before Douglas could even finish half of his sentence—”Can’t this be said later?”—Elan grabbed his arm and pinched him in a place others couldn’t see. The force was so great that even an Alpha with excellent physical fitness felt an unusual amount of pain.

Douglas was momentarily dazed. Was an Omega’s strength really this great?

In that moment of his distraction, Nan Sorey had already smilingly expressed that he didn’t mind. Elan then turned around, dragging him toward an empty room upstairs.

This house where the banquet was held was provided by the Riemann family. Elan had been here countless times and was very familiar with it.

“What are you dragging me for?” Douglas frowned deeply, suddenly noticing that the other person’s ear-tips were flushed red. Something seemed wrong.

Elan slammed the door shut. His unfriendly gaze swept up and down Douglas’s obviously shabby outfit, and he commanded: “Immediately contact that red-haired secretary and have him bring you a decent suit!”

“What’s wrong with these clothes? Embarrassing?” Douglas tugged at his collar and then looked at the violet-gem-studded formal wear Elan was wearing, saying with disdain, “Must I be dressed up like a peacock for it to be ‘decent’? Diamonds on your suit… who spoiled you with these foul habits?”

Elan gave a scoff, as if he had heard something hilarious, and corrected him: “These aren’t diamonds; they are amethysts. You have no worldliness.”

“Aren’t they all just colored rocks? What’s the difference?” Douglas felt the person in front of him was simply being unreasonable.

“Never mind the difference. Do as I say. Even if you don’t feel ashamed, as your partner, I find it very embarrassing.” Seeing this country bumpkin’s refusal to listen to advice, Elan had lost his patience, and he felt his body growing hotter and hotter.

It was all because this man angered him!

“As my partner, you find it embarrassing?” Douglas’s dark green pupils stared straight into Elan’s face. The blunt gaze made Elan’s face burn.

Looking at Douglas, who was walking toward him step by step, Elan felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He stepped backward until his lower back hit something hard—it was a table. Elan’s hands scrambled to brace himself against it.

The male Alpha’s silhouette pressed down with an unyielding sense of oppression. A unique fragrance seemed to drift into his nose, seemingly the scent of some woody plant, but Elan had never smelled it before.

It was clearly a cool scent, yet when it entered his nostrils, it ignited a burning sensation. Elan’s scalp felt numb. He heard Douglas let out a sneer in his ear.

“If you think marrying me is embarrassing, then don’t get married. But do you have a choice? Hmm? The ‘gift’ from the Riemann family?”

Elan’s face turned white instantly. He tilted his neck back and said: “I am not a…”

Gift.

Elan’s pale lips trembled; he didn’t say those last two words. But he was only dazed for a second. He soon pursed his lips, a flash of disgust appearing in his eyes, and he raised his palm to slap Douglas’s face.

Douglas caught his arm swiftly and accurately, saying with disdain: “What, you want to hit me? You… you’re in heat?!”

The air was filled with the mellow scent of red wine. At first, he thought Elan had just been drinking, which was why he was being so meddlesome today. Later, he realized this scent was exactly the same as his pheromones!

His tone suddenly changed; it took only a second to go from dangerous oppression to panic. He said incredulously: “You didn’t take an inhibitor? You knew your days were coming and still dared to come to this kind of venue? Are you crazy?”

Elan struggled to pull his arm back from the other’s grip, retorting upon hearing this: “I just had an inhibitor shot last week, how is it possible! It’s clearly you who released pheromones to suppress me, which drew mine out!”

“Bullshit.” Douglas didn’t care about manners anymore. He pulled Elan’s hand over and sniffed it several times. “The pheromone smell on you is way heavier than mine.”

“No wonder you’re so crazy today. Usually, you just give me a cold face, but today you pulled me over just to scold me.” Douglas let go of his hand and turned to use his brain-link to send an instant message to Bohill, telling him to bring an inhibitor.

Elan raised his hand and smelled it himself. Sure enough, the red wine scent was so heavy it was as if a bottle had been smashed. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly remembered the glass of berry wine Adam had handed him.

Today at this banquet, that was the only thing he had drunk.

He suppressed his thoughts and countered what Douglas had just said to him: “Aren’t you crazy too? You called me a…”

Elan gritted his teeth, still unable to say those two highly insulting words.

After receiving Bohill’s reply, Douglas put away his device. Enduring his irritation, he ran a hand through his hair and pulled open his collar. Under Elan’s wary gaze, he moved further away from the source of the red wine pheromones.

“If you didn’t provoke me, why would I call you that? I’m sorry, okay?”

Elan didn’t speak. The gaze he leveled at Douglas was still full of resentment; clearly, he hadn’t forgiven him.

Douglas couldn’t even look at him; as soon as he did, the surrounding pheromones became incredibly chaotic. He didn’t know how to coax people, so he could only change the subject and complain: “Why is Bohill so slow? If he were this slow on the battlefield, he would have been eaten by the Zerg long ago. It seems he can only be a secretary in a civil service role for the rest of his life.”

He anxiously guarded the door. Although his body was hot, he wasn’t the source, so he still possessed some logic.

But Elan’s condition was not good. His face was flushed crimson, and sweat kept pouring from his forehead. To prevent himself from making strange noises, he could only climb onto the table, hug his knees, and bury his face in them, his body trembling continuously.

Knock, knock.

A knock finally came from outside the door. Douglas opened the door quickly and took the inhibitor.

Bohill was staggered by the rush of pheromones coming out. He said dizzily, “What’s going on? Are you guys doing ‘life’s big business’ in here? Playing this wildly?”

“Don’t judge others by your own standards.” Douglas was speechless and quickly closed the door after dropping that line.

In his hand was a small blue translucent bottle containing a transparent liquid, along with a white syringe.

Douglas suppressed his surging pheromones and cautiously approached Elan, patting his golden head: “The inhibitor is here.”

Elan gave a muffled groan and didn’t look up; evidently, he was already beyond communication.

Douglas gripped the small bottle and syringe, breaking into a sweat from nervousness for the first time. He hadn’t been this panicked even on the battlefield.

“Where do I inject? Is the method for using an Omega inhibitor the same as an Alpha’s rut inhibitor?” he muttered to himself.

“Ugh…” Elan finally seemed to hear him. He lifted his face, which was covered in sweat, and struggled to get up to take the inhibitor. Unexpectedly, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly at the edge of the table.

Fearing he would fall off, Douglas rushed over. If he let his high-and-mighty noble wife get disfigured from a fall, he could forget about living a peaceful life in the future.

The body emitting the scent of red wine leaned into his embrace. Douglas hissed, controlling his rioting pheromones. He patted Elan’s face, feeling somewhat frustrated: “Tell me where to inject, and I’ll do it for you!”

“The gland…” Elan’s voice was blurred, faint as a mosquito’s.

Fortunately, an Alpha’s hearing far exceeds that of a normal human. Douglas held his breath, really not daring to inhale another breath of the red wine-scented pheromones. He quickly inserted the syringe into the inhibitor bottle, filled the vacuum tube with the medicinal liquid, and then pressed it against the back of Elan’s neck.

Even though he had lost consciousness, Elan still began to struggle when that area was touched.

Douglas gritted his teeth and held down the ungrateful person, piercing the needle into the small gland and slowly pushing the medicine in.

A stinging pain came from his neck. The irrational Elan didn’t know what was happening; he only knew someone had touched his gland and began to struggle and fight back.

A sharp pain hit his shoulder. Douglas cried out in pain, pulled the person biting his shoulder off, and pinned him down. Seeing the mess of tears on that exquisite face, he said crossly:

“What are you crying for? I’m helping you, and you actually cry! You nobles are just so selfish and ungrateful!”

“If this had been an Alpha with an alcohol allergy, you’d be finished, you know that?!”