The Top-Tier Alpha Asked Me for a Contract Relationship - Chapter 3

Wen Yu had long understood this truth.

He was the only Omega in the entire galaxy who was compatible with Vigeson York.

The most powerful aspect of an Omega’s genetic ability lies in healing, and his genes were of the highest grade, capable of perfectly neutralizing all of Vigeson York’s genetic flaws.

It sounded like a great thing.

But it also meant that he would face forced marriage and a future spent living with an Alpha he detested.

Almost without thinking, Wen Yu interrupted Lu Yuyan, his tone overflowing with disdain: “Forget it, who would want that? A high-level Alpha—even a dog wouldn’t want one.”

Lu Yuyan: “…”

A high-level Alpha—even a dog wouldn’t want one.

This was a popular saying circulating within the Omega community.

According to legend, the more advanced an Alpha’s genes were, the less they resembled a human being.

Their abilities, temperaments, and dispositions were closer to that of a dangerous monster. They were suited for exerting their talents on the battlefield or within high-intelligence, classified agencies. They were suited for shedding blood for the Empire and exhausting themselves unto death for the citizens, but they were uniquely unsuited for interacting with people.

High-level Alphas all had “dog-like” tempers and personalities; once you came into close contact with them, there was a high probability they would only leave you deeply disappointed.

Therefore, while Omegas admired high-level Alphas, they did not actually wish to marry one; they preferred to watch from a distance.

—Of course, the origin of such claims did not rule out the possibility of “sour grapes” from those who couldn’t have them.

Lu Yuyan thought about it and felt he had a lot of authority on the matter: “Don’t be so judgmental, babe. It varies from person to person. For example, among the Alphas I’ve dated, two were SS-rank. One showed violent tendencies after only three days, but the other was actually quite nice—good-tempered and knew how to control himself. we dated for over a month before breaking up.”

Wen Yu: “…”

Lu Yuyan consoled him: “So you should look on the bright side. What if he’s actually a decent person?”

These words suddenly triggered some unpleasant memories for Wen Yu from his high school days.

He gave a cold sneer, his meaning self-evident.

“…Alright.” Lu Yuyan raised an eyebrow, knowing more or less about the history between Wen Yu and that Admiral, so he didn’t push it.

“Since you’re unwilling, you can’t just keep enduring it like this. I’ll try to help you find a private doctor first; it’s better than sitting around waiting for death.”

“But let me warn you beforehand, your condition is too unique. I’ve checked the data, and there’s no medicinal cure. A doctor might be helpless too. You need to be mentally prepared.”

“I know,” Wen Yu said clearly.

If there were a cure for this illness, he wouldn’t be so frustrated.

But seeing a doctor was better than just lying down and giving up. Wen Yu’s current genetic rank was being protected by his father and couldn’t be easily leaked. Wen Yu himself didn’t want to cause trouble, so he didn’t dare go to a public hospital randomly.

Although the Wen family had private doctors, they were like eyes monitoring him, and he didn’t dare use them.

He had finally managed to hide away from the Wen family; if his father found out he had developed “Addiction Disorder,” there was no telling how much more trouble he would cause.

Therefore, Lu Yuyan’s offer to help find a doctor was quite necessary for him.

Wen Yu said, “Regardless, let’s just try first. Thanks.”

“Why are you being polite with me?” Lu Yuyan said briskly. “I’ll contact them for you in a bit. I’ve also arranged for the potent suppressants you wanted; they should be delivered to your house in a few hours.”

Wen Yu hummed in response, having nothing more to say.

He was just about to hang up the phone.

At that moment, Lu Yuyan called out to him again: “Wait, I have something else I want to ask you.”

“What?”

“I’m a bit curious,” Lu Yuyan gossiped. “Babe, how did you and Vigeson York end up talking that day? What did you guys say? How did you end up with Addiction Disorder?”

Wen Yu didn’t really want to recall that incident, his expression turning slightly unpleasant: “It was nothing. That day was just bad luck. I happened to bump right into that dog-thing, and I had to engage in some awkward small talk. I even got interrogated by him.”

Lu Yuyan: “…Interrogated?”

“Yeah,” Wen Yu replied absentmindedly.

At this time, the livestream in front of him was still on. The viewers on the photon screen were getting impatient, a crowd of people frantically urging Wen Yu to turn on his mic and stop slacking during stream time.

While answering Lu Yuyan, Wen Yu moved his fingers to type the words “Don’t rush” on the screen, magnifying it infinitely until it covered his entire face in the camera. The viewers were momentarily confused, and the comments flooded in even more fiercely.

Speaking of which, that day truly was bad luck for him.

Midway through the banquet, he had gone to the restroom. When he came out, he happened to hear the sound of a lecture coming from the end of the corridor.

Driven by curiosity, he stopped for a brief few seconds.

Standing on one end of the hallway, he saw an Alpha with his back turned to him. The silhouette looked very fierce, speaking in a low, cold voice. In just a few words, he had the subordinate in front of him breaking out in a cold sweat from the scolding.

That Alpha wore a tall, solemn deep-blue military uniform. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his physique was outlined with extreme ruggedness. The crystal chandelier overhead cast shadows that cut his partially visible profile into sharp, stern lines.

Next to the man’s polished black military boots lay a kicked-over, smashed trash can—he was clearly furious.

Simultaneously, the intense and intoxicating scent of Agave pheromones drifted from the Alpha’s body into the air, carrying an obvious, somewhat pungent anger.

—It was this rich pheromone that later caused Wen Yu such persistent distress.

An Alpha throwing a fit was usually no different from a mad dog. Wen Yu wanted nothing more than to avoid him and certainly didn’t want to cross someone at such a time.

He felt it was bad luck and turned to leave.

However, his presence had already been captured by the other’s top-tier mental strength within those few short seconds.

The man called out to him directly.

“Who is it?” the person at the end of the hallway questioned coldly.

Wen Yu had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

He heard the sound of military boots stepping on the marble floor tiles, each step making a slow, dull thud, finally stopping half a meter away from him. As the other approached, a sense of overwhelming pressure surged toward him, and the increasingly thick scent of Agave invaded his nasal cavity and brain.

Wen Yu even shivered at that moment; the pungent but pleasant scent rushed straight to the top of his skull.

Wen Yu felt like cursing.

Seeing that he couldn’t get away, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Pretending naturally as if nothing had happened, he turned around and initiated a greeting: “…Admiral York, long time no see. What a coincidence.”

The Alpha in front of him was precisely the protagonist of this banquet—Vigeson York.

He had led troops into battle at a young age, and the dazzling array of medals on his shoulders was proof of his numerous military achievements.

Just three days before this banquet was held, he had only just completed a major five-year mission and returned to the Imperial Star, where he was personally awarded the rank of “Admiral” by the Emperor.

Seeing him, Vigeson York paused, an imperceptible flicker of something passing through his eyes. His voice was cold and thin in texture, yet it sounded good: “You came to the banquet too?”

Wen Yu lifted the corners of his mouth in a superficial smile, forcing a fake grin. He thought to himself: Nonsense, this is your banquet. Don’t you know who the guests are?

“Mm-hmm, yeah,” Wen Yu said pretentiously. “I was just passing by. Did I interrupt your conversation? I’ll leave right now.”

Vigeson York’s gaze landed on him. The natural intimidation coming from his genes gave Wen Yu the illusion of being watched by a predatory beast.

Vigeson York said, “No rush.”

Vigeson York’s tone wasn’t as terrifying as Wen Yu had anticipated; there wasn’t even a trace of the anger from just moments ago. His overly restrained voice actually made him seem a bit devoid of human emotion.

He seemed interested in chatting with Wen Yu for a few moments, adding: “We indeed haven’t seen each other for a long time. How have you been lately?”

Wen Yu, purely wanting to leave as soon as possible, answered perfunctorily and quickly: “Mm-hmm, fine. And you?”

“Also fine,” Vigeson York responded coldly.

Wen Yu really couldn’t stand staying in front of him. He didn’t like this person to begin with, not to mention the other had just been angry and his pheromones were somewhat out of control—although after seeing Wen Yu, the other had politely retracted his pheromones, forcibly suppressing the original aggressiveness, but overall the scent was still on the stronger side.

Wen Yu turned his head to look elsewhere, hinting that he had things to do and needed to leave.

Vigeson York, however, had no intention of letting him off. He glanced at him subtly: “Wen Yu.”

“Hmm?” Wen Yu responded absentmindedly.

“I heard that during this time, you’ve gotten a boyfriend?”

Wen Yu: “?”

Wen Yu had never heard of himself having such a rumor. He said in confusion, “What boyfriend? Who’s spreading such rumors?”

“No one.” Vigeson York had no intention of answering his confusion, merely being perfunctory, then continued to press: “Then a girlfriend?”

“Not that either.”

“A crush?”

“…No.”

“Then, engaged? Or married?”

None of them!

Wen Yu looked completely incredulous, thinking: What does it have to do with him?? Why is he asking all this?

“Just asking.” Having received the answers, Vigeson York’s face remained expressionless. No emotion could be seen in his cold, dark eyes; it seemed as if he were just casually gossiping.

Then his gaze swept over, scanning Wen Yu’s thin body that looked almost malnourished.

He couldn’t help but add: “…Are you eating well?”

Wen Yu: “…”

At that moment, Wen Yu’s mind was left with only one extremely unpleasant thought.

That dog-thing! How has it been five years and his mouth is still so petty?

“So, can you understand?” Wen Yu said coldly over the phone to Lu Yuyan. “If that isn’t gossip, what is it? He pressed me with so many questions and then freaking mocked me for being thin. Did I eat his family’s rice? F***, if he hadn’t talked so much to me, I wouldn’t have gotten sick! It’s all his fault for standing across from me emitting pheromones! Do you think he did it on purpose?”

Wen Yu felt that Vigeson York’s “Are you eating well?” was just like asking someone “Didn’t you eat today?” after hitting them—no matter how you heard it, it sounded like a taunt.

Although Wen Yu was now an Omega, his self-perception hadn’t fully converted; his psychological gender still leaned toward Beta. Plus, being a man, he didn’t like hearing others call him short or thin.

“…” Lu Yuyan was silent for a long time.

He seemed to be at a loss for words regarding Wen Yu’s train of thought. After a while, he said, “Babe, is there a possibility that he wasn’t mocking you?”

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and countered, “Then what did he mean? Whether I eat or not, what does it have to do with him?”

Lu Yuyan said, “If there wasn’t something between you two in the past, then for him to question your relationship status like that… he’s probably trying to hit on you. That’s my experience talking.”

Wen Yu clicked his tongue in disgust, finding the idea unbearable to even consider: “Please, who had ‘something’ with him? We were just ordinary schoolmates back then—the kind that hated each other!”

“Is that so? But I still think he’s trying to hit on you.”

“Impossible,” Wen Yu answered instantly.

“Why?”

“Because he hasn’t liked me since that day,” Wen Yu emphasized very stubbornly. “And I don’t like him either.”

Lu Yuyan: “…”

The old stories from the past were long and full of trivial matters; Wen Yu was too lazy to mention them. Looking at the increasingly frantic comments in front of him, he interrupted Lu Yuyan before he could say more: “Anyway, it’s definitely not what you think. He’s just a dog; there’s nothing more to say about this issue. Alright, I’m still streaming, the bosses are getting impatient. I’m hanging up now, talk to you another day.”

Lu Yuyan: “…”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu finally turned his mic back on.

【You finally decided to come back! You finally turned on the mic!!】

【You streamers have so many tricks. Is this a new technique for baiting gifts?】

【Babe, who were you on the phone with behind our backs? Was it some wild Alpha! You even told us not to rush???】

【Slacking off means a pay cut!!】

Watching the comments scroll frantically, Wen Yu said while adjusting his equipment, “I wasn’t baiting gifts, and it wasn’t an Alpha… I just had something temporary to deal with. I’ll get back to the stream now.”

After that, Wen Yu didn’t slack off anymore. He streamed for a few more hours and finished spectating two battleground matches. It was already 4:00 PM.

During a brief moment of rest, Wen Yu stretched, intending to make himself a cup of coffee.

As he stood up, the AI brain beside him suddenly emitted a notification sound.

He had received a text message; the ID showed it was from a stranger.

Few strangers knew Wen Yu’s communication ID. He clicked on the message and saw the first line of the content—

[Hello, Mr. Wen.]

Wen Yu thought in confusion, Who is this?

He continued reading and was instantly stunned.

[I am Melvin, the secretary to Admiral Vigeson York.]

[It may be somewhat presumptuous to contact you suddenly, but the Admiral says he has something important to discuss with you. He wishes to meet with you privately.]

[May I ask if you have time recently?]

Wen Yu: ?