Reborn: The Female Monarch Is My Life’s Greatest Love - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Scent of a Sub-Female

As he sailed through the final screening process without a single hitch, Constant wouldn’t even believe it himself if someone told him he’d gotten in on pure merit.

Alex? The registrar checked his identity against the name on the light screen.

Constant nodded. As a formerly world-renowned playboy, he flashed a perfect smile at the Female before him.

Sure enough, the Female’s expression dazed over the next moment under the weight of that smile. If such a handsome Zerg were truly a Male, the registrar thought, I’d extend my mental tentacles right now to seek his favor.

After all, Males were rare, let alone one so elegant and handsome. To be able to boast about seeing such a face intoxicated during mating would be a legendary feat.

Is everything in order? Constant asked patiently, noticing the registrar’s blank stare.

Yes, everything is fine. Realizing he had zoned out, the registrar hurriedly processed the information on the screen and pressed a golden seal onto Constant’s identification. Enlistment starts on the 1st of next month. You have three days to prepare.

Alright, thank you. As Constant reached out to take his documents, the registrar suddenly grabbed his wrist, causing an expression of surprise to cross Constant’s face.

“What do you think… of me?” As the wrist moved closer, this Sub-female registrar caught a faint whiff of pheromones. If this Zerg hadn’t just mated with another recently, it meant his mental power was superior. Even if he were just a Female, the registrar wouldn’t be at a loss.

While social laws forbade Females and Sub-females from being together, under the mask of high society, it was an open secret among the elite. As long as it wasn’t blatant, no one cared if they eased their loneliness through double-female coupling. If it weren’t for the need to reproduce, they wouldn’t even choose those fragile Males.

This Sub-female registrar was one of those people.

No, thanks. Constant snatched his documents back the moment the question was asked, rejecting the invitation instantly.

Under the registrar’s disappointed gaze, Constant turned and left without a hint of hesitation. He had just smelled the pheromones the registrar had intentionally released; if he didn’t leave now, he feared he’d be dragged into the back office and forced into a mental frenzy.

When dealing with “easy” targets, these Zergs only cared about physical dominance, not consent. In this regard, the Male Rights Act had a noble purpose at least Males didn’t have to worry about being abducted for forced mating. If such a thing happened, the offending Female would be sent straight to dissection, forced to watch their own body be dismantled before the Male until he granted them the mercy of death.

Returning to the villa-nest, Constant locked himself in the bathroom, trying to scrub away the scent the Sub-female had left on his wrist. Just then, there was a soft click at the bathroom door.

Hearing the rustle of clothes, Constant turned around to find Nathaniel standing behind him, his slender fingers unbuttoning his white military shirt one by one.

Nathaniel’s eyes were hazy from the bathroom steam, and as he tilted his head back, his sharp jawline and sexy Adam’s apple were on full display. Seeing that his Male Lord seemed mesmerized by his body, Nathaniel smirked. He shed the rest of his clothes and knelt by the edge of the bathtub, gently rubbing his forehead against the rim.

This was the standard posture for a Female to request his Male Lord’s consent; the lowered head symbolized submission and entreaty.

Constant would never refuse Nathaniel. He slid his fingertips from the back of Nathaniel’s neck down to his collarbone, then hooked his chin as Nathaniel looked up, leaning in to seal the other’s lips.

During the past half-month of training, Nathaniel had fantasized countless times about Constant appearing by his side at night, but the man never came. And now, on the hand currently lifting his chin, Nathaniel smelled a scent that didn’t belong to him.

It was the scent of a Sub-female.

Realizing this, Nathaniel didn’t push Constant away. Instead, he chose to bury his rage deep in his heart. He couldn’t demand that Constant stay away from other Females while they were apart, but if it were a Sub-female, Constant might eventually bring them into this house.

The feeling of his territory being invaded made his anger flare. He slid a hand that had been clinging to Constant’s neck down to the other man’s throat, thinking coldly.

Can I accept a Sub-female entering my life? Yes. Can I accept Constant’s death? No.

He gave himself the answer: Nothing was more important than Constant. If it was just a Sub-female, he was confident he could arrange for them to die a accidental death on the way here. Though his Male Lord might be sad for a while.

Afterward, Constant lay beside Nathaniel as usual, but he noticed something slightly off. Though his Female Monarch had responded to every detail as before, his intuition told him something was wrong. Today, Nathaniel wouldn’t look him in the eye, choosing to look away whenever their gazes met.

I went to the supermarket today, Constant said, lifting his hand and presenting his wrist to Nathaniel.

I must have accidentally caught the scent of the Sub-female cashier while checking out. He seemed to be in his ‘susceptible period,’ and his pheromones were a bit out of control.

He had indeed gone to a supermarket and encountered a Sub-female cashier. He knew Nathaniel would check his tracks based on his past life’s experience, he knew Nathaniel would rather “kill a thousand innocents than let one guilty party go.” Nathaniel would have wiped out every Female Constant had contacted recently just to send a message.

That was exactly what Constant had hated most in his past life that terrifying, suffocating possessiveness that made him feel like a hand was constantly around his throat.

But in this life, he understood: it was the susceptible behavior of a Female caused by a lack of security.

He had never communicated properly with Nathaniel before. Every time they met, it was sarcasm or fighting. Since Nathaniel couldn’t hurt him, he used those extreme methods to show he cared.

Constant is… explaining himself to me.

For a Male, giving an explanation was seen as damaging to their authority. They believed explaining anything to their Female would destabilize their status in the nest-home. Thus, they never “lowered” themselves to say things to make a Female feel at ease.

As Constant held his wrist out and explained, Nathaniel’s eyes clouded with unreadable emotions. He then chose to extend his mental tentacles, actively snuggling against Constant until their tentacles were intertwined. He then reached up to hook his arm around Constant’s shoulder.

This was a form of mental soothing. For a Female Monarch, the betrayal of a partner was a significant blow to their mental stability. Actively reaching out with tentacles was a plea for the Male Lord’s comfort a way of saying, I will be hurt by this.

Whether the Male Lord chose to respond was another matter.

As Nathaniel’s Male Lord, Constant responded the moment the tentacles approached. He didn’t give himself a second to think.

He is my best choice, made without hesitation.

This thought made Nathaniel nearly lose control of his emotions. He didn’t try to suppress them, choosing the most explicit way to vent his feelings to Constant. His translucent wings, unable to bear the intensity, unfurled and trembled at his sides. Though they weren’t fully displayed, their crystalline beauty made Constant gasp in admiration.

The next morning, when the sunlight hit the bed, the two figures huddled even closer. The glare woke Constant up. He reached out and covered Nathaniel’s eyes: as a former noble, this was something he had learned from his father.

There were many ways to care for a partner. Under the guidance of his Father-Superior and Father-Consort, Constant was a master of these small gestures.

Nathaniel, who had actually been awake and faking sleep, felt such joy when he realized his Male Lord was shielding him from the sun that he could barely keep his mouth from curling into a smile.

He opened his eyes, and upon meeting those blue depths, his tone softened even more: Good day, Constant.

You used to like calling me ‘Al’, Constant corrected him. I like hearing you call me that.

Before they had been torn apart by family politics, they were childhood sweethearts. Now that he had returned to his side, he wanted to set everything right.

Nathaniel was three years older than him. As an S-rank military Female, the moment his information was entered into the system, he received data on almost every eligible Male in the galaxy. The matchmaking requests alone had crashed Nathaniel’s optical computer multiple times.

Yet, in the end, Nathaniel had still chosen him. Back then, Constant had been too busy drowning in the grief of losing his parents to care about Nathaniel’s advances.

It wasn’t until he heard from others that his parents’ deaths were related to Nathaniel’s family that he chose to hate. Love couldn’t avenge his family, but hate could.