I Married A Proud, Beautiful Omega First, Then Fell In Love - Chapter 8

The starship streaked through the sky like a falling star.

Elan endured it for a while, watching two red dots on the starship’s route map steadily approaching from behind at a constant speed, until he finally couldn’t help but speak up to warn him.

“You’re speeding.”

Douglas pressed his hand to his forehead. He had been in a bit of a trance just now, setting a driving speed that felt relatively safe to him based on muscle memory, but he hadn’t expected it to actually be over the limit.

Unable to save face, he said stubbornly, “It’s fine. My piloting skills are excellent. I’ve driven much faster than this in the borderlands of the galaxy without any trouble.”

Elan furrowed his brows impatiently. “This is the Capital Star! Didn’t you read the traffic regulations when you left the Police Bureau last time?”

Douglas felt a bit guilty. He had looked at them, but he had only flipped through them casually; he hadn’t memorized anything like speed limits for starships traveling at night. Who knew that the Capital Star actually differentiated between daytime and nighttime speed limits for starships?

He hadn’t had the peace of mind to remember such things; he was used to staying in the borderlands, where the only requirement for driving was not dying.

In the vast, empty field of vision, the floating pylons on both sides of the aerial travel tracks suddenly erupted with a straight infrared beam, cutting across the track and blocking Douglas’s starship.

The red dots behind the starship finally caught up. With a screeching sound, two black starships sandwiched them from the left and right, and shortly after, two traffic police officers wearing light mecha armor stepped out.

An officer flipped up his visor, revealing a formal face. The walkie-talkie in his hand sent out an electronic signal wave toward Douglas’s starship. Two seconds later, a voice broadcasted inside the control cabin:

“Warning, warning! You have seriously exceeded the speed limit. Please cooperate with the personnel for investigation!”

The door to the control cabin opened heavily, and Douglas stepped down with a face like frost, meeting the alert gaze of the police officer.

The officer first sized him up from top to bottom. Because the night was deep, the officer didn’t seem to dare recognize him at first, but the man’s features were indeed very similar to General Douglas Road, the First Admiral of the Empire who had just taken office not long ago. He hesitated before speaking:

“Are you… Admiral Douglas Road?”

Douglas gave a nod.

“This…” The police officers looked at each other, appearing even more hesitant. Normally, according to regulations, they were supposed to conduct a routine inspection on speeding drivers. However, they hadn’t expected the speeder to be such a high-ranking figure. Would insisting on a routine inspection be considered an offense at this moment?

Douglas knew what they were thinking just by looking at their expressions. He took the initiative to ask, “What do you need to check?”

“Check for excessive alcohol consumption.” Seeing Douglas being so cooperative, the officer breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took out an instrument and scanned Douglas’s pupil.

The device beeped twice, and a small green light turned on.

“General Douglas, the display shows you haven’t been drinking, but you were indeed speeding. We have to issue you a ticket…” The officer said this while observing Douglas’s expression.

Douglas wasn’t actually angry, but at that moment, another person stepped out of the control cabin. The golden-haired Omega’s expression seemed somewhat impatient.

Elan said to the officers, “He just returned from the borderlands of the galaxy and isn’t familiar with the traffic rules of the Capital.”

His tone was indifferent, yet it hid a very obvious underlying meaning.

The officer understood instantly. He retracted his hand from operating the electronic record: “Since that’s the case, we won’t record it this time.”

Almost everyone on the Capital Star knew that Douglas’s arranged marriage partner was the former heir of the Riemann family. Although they hadn’t seen the former heir’s real face, it was easy for the officer to guess the identity of the golden-haired Omega in front of him.

The officers quickly boarded their black starships and allowed Douglas to pass.

Back in the control cabin, Douglas was in no hurry to start the starship. Instead, he frowned and asked Elan why he had done that.

Elan’s tone remained indifferent. “Your record should be clean. You shouldn’t have even a small traffic ticket.”

Douglas gave a cold laugh. “I’m not a celebrity. Why care about that?”

“What is the difference between your current status and a celebrity? Both are being watched by many pairs of eyes. You must have a good reputation and image, otherwise, your opponents will seize it as a weakness.”

Elan threw him a look that said ‘you don’t understand,’ seemingly feeling that talking about this with a crude man whose head only contained thoughts of war was like playing a lute to a cow. He turned his head away and ignored him.

The expression on Douglas’s face vanished. He glanced at Elan’s profile, then irritably withdrew his gaze. He actually felt that what this arrogant swan said made sense; now that his environment had changed, he really should pay more attention.

However, the condescending sense of “disgust for stupidity” in Elan’s words made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The starship finally reached Villa Area No. 003.

According to Elan’s usual style, he should have gotten off the starship with great disdain. To Douglas’s surprise, after waiting for half a minute, Elan showed no intention of moving.

Douglas reminded him, “We’re here.”

Elan gave an “un,” his emerald blue eyes unreadable under the shroud of the dim night. He spoke in a casual tone: “Coming up for a cup of tea?”

Didn’t you say you’d leave as soon as you dropped me home?

Douglas wanted to say that, and he wanted to refuse. But thinking about how he had used Adam’s drugging of Elan to threaten Susanna Albert earlier today, he felt he was being quite unscrupulous.

Even though he wasn’t willing to be alone with Elan, Douglas still agreed.

Five minutes later, he sat in the living room of this villa—which he legally owned but clearly didn’t belong to him—and found himself uncannily letting his guard down.

There was a slight breeze today, and a faint floral fragrance drifted in from somewhere. Douglas had a sensitive sense of smell and couldn’t stand heavy scents, but this floral fragrance was so light that he only frowned slightly without feeling uncomfortable.

Douglas sat in the living room for a while, feeling strange. Elan said he was going to brew tea for him, so why hadn’t he appeared after all this time?

And why did Elan have to do this himself? He thought that with Elan’s style of doing things, he would have just had a domestic robot bring the tea to brush him off.

Elan was in the kitchen. In front of him were two half-cups of black tea; the red liquid looked like the juice of roses, very enticing.

He absentmindedly broke open a medicine vial. Originally, he wanted to pour the liquid into the cup on the right, but just as the liquid was about to slide out of the vial’s mouth, a sudden surge of self-loathing rose in his chest, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

After staring intensely for a while, he poured the liquid from the vial into the cup on the left. Then, he took out an even smaller vial from the cabinet, broke it open, and poured the liquid into the cup on the right.

He picked up the cup and sniffed it at the tip of his nose; the smell was a bit strange, with a faint bitterness. To mask the scent, he added pure white milk to the black tea and stirred it.

Elan couldn’t quite describe his own feelings. With his status, no matter how degraded he became, he shouldn’t have fallen to the point of using his looks and pheromones to seduce a man.

But Alexia didn’t seem to think so.

Elan didn’t want to do this; he didn’t want to become the same kind of person as Adam. But he kept remembering the scene at the banquet in the upstairs room, where Douglas’s hands were trembling as he gave him the inhibitor.

He stared at the surface of the black tea, which had already returned to calm, for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind, picked up the teacups, and walked out.

Just this once.

Douglas watched as Elan placed the black tea on the table and signaled to him. He picked up the teacup, his nose twitching, thinking the tea smelled a bit strange.

Seeing this, Elan said indifferently, “A specialty of the Capital Star. The taste is different from ordinary black tea. You’ve probably never had it, try it.”

Douglas didn’t doubt him and took a sip. The warm liquid entered his throat, leaving a faint sweet fragrance of milk in his mouth mixed with the bitterness of the black tea. The taste was wonderful.

As soon as Douglas faced Elan, he felt uneasy. He couldn’t help but speed up his drinking, thinking that if he finished the cup quickly, he could leave.

Perhaps because his “ox-gulping” movements formed such a strong contrast with Elan’s sipping, the look Elan gave him was a bit strange.

Douglas couldn’t be bothered with him. After finishing, he slammed the teacup down on the table and stood up. “The tea is finished. I’m leaving.”

Elan nodded and, surprisingly, did not stop him.

Douglas felt an indescribable sense of unease in his heart, always feeling that Elan’s behavior seemed a bit strange, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.

Carrying his uneasy mood, he walked to the door and pressed the button. The door did not open as usual; instead, a cold electronic voice said: “No access authorization!”

Douglas didn’t believe it. He pressed it a few more times, and the cold electronic voice repeated in the space:

“No access authorization!” “No access authorization!” “No access authorization!”

Anger filled Douglas’s eyes. He couldn’t help but curse, turned around, and walked back, roaring: “Elan Riemann! What do you mean by this? This is my home. I don’t have access authorization?!”

He stormed back to the living room, but his footsteps faltered when he saw Elan. A sense of weakness spread from deep within his body to his entire being. His pupils contracted, his heart rate accelerated, and his nose was filled with the scent of red wine.

“Elan Riemann, do you have some kind of disease where you can’t control your pheromones?!”

Strength drained from his body. Douglas instinctively leaned against the back of the sofa. At this moment, he realized deeply that his state was wrong. His eyes were practically spitting fire. “Damn it, what did you do to me?!”

Elan’s state wasn’t quite right either. His face was flushed red, his eyes were moist, but his consciousness was still fairly clear.

Douglas leaned his left side against the sofa, watching Elan slowly walk over. With a clack, his wrist was locked by something cold—it seemed to be handcuffs. A push came from his side; Douglas, who was abnormally weak, was pushed down onto the long sofa, and then a body pressed over him.

Elan sat on his waist, his mouth pursed, his eyes lowered. He reached out a slightly hot hand and patted Douglas’s cheek condescendingly.

Douglas felt insulted by his actions. He glared fiercely at the other man and turned his head away forcefully, feeling great disgust toward Elan’s skin contact.

“What the fuck do you want to do? Get off me right now!”

Elan was very satisfied with the current situation. He let out a rare light laugh, the sound landing in Douglas’s ears and making them feel weirdly itchy.

Douglas subconsciously moved his Adam’s apple.

Elan’s hand brushed through Douglas’s forehead hair, which was soaked with sweat. Then, he forcefully straightened Douglas’s head, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Elan lowered his eyes nonchalantly and asked, “Am I beautiful?”

Douglas didn’t answer this question. He felt that Elan might be crazy; otherwise, how could he do such a thing? He didn’t speak, but his ear tips were burning. At the same time, an unprecedented heat spread through every part of his body, especially in a certain place that began to change.

Douglas moved his body clumsily, trying to throw Elan off him. Logically, even an Alpha who had lost his strength shouldn’t be suppressed by an Omega, but Elan’s strength was surprisingly great, pinning him down firmly.

The change in his body brought Douglas an endless sense of shame. He was both ashamed and annoyed as he questioned in a strong tone, “What exactly did you give me to drink? Why don’t I have any strength? And…”

“And what?” Elan also felt the abnormality in Douglas’s body. He said with a bit of mockery, “What I gave you wasn’t an aphrodisiac, just a potion that can make you lose your strength. As for the changes in your body… ha, admit it, even if you hate me, you still have feelings.”

“Alphas are just like Omegas—they are both animals controlled by pheromones.”

It seemed the drug was taking effect. Elan’s face became redder and redder, his breathing began to stabilize poorly, and he leaned down with a trembling body, pressing toward Douglas.