Why is this top-tier Alpha boss acting like this? - Chapter 1

All Bar, located in the downtown entertainment city of Chao City.

In just three years, this “Internet-famous” bar had left its competitors in the dust. The daily foot traffic was staggering, with crowds even overflowing into the narrow corridors. Where there are people, there is noise; the fast-paced music could be heard clearly from the entrance, and once inside, the deafening roar felt like it might blow the roof off.

Cheng Yan rubbed his ears. The resonance of the bass against his eardrums was making him itch with discomfort, and the wandering eyes of the patrons made him feel uneasy.

Today was the fifth day of his vacation. By all rights, he should have been blissfully asleep in a comfortable bed at a resort. Instead, a frantic distress call two hours ago had forced him to abandon his peaceful life and come to this chaotic den of vice.

All because his direct boss, the man who struck fear into the hearts of Chao City’s entire elite, had caused trouble again!

His colleague, Xiao Lin, came rushing out of the inner passage and grabbed him without a second thought. “Boss! Over here!”

As they entered the VIP area, the prying eyes of the crowd finally vanished, replaced by the blurred figures of hurried waiters. Cheng Yan’s expression relaxed slightly, and he quickened his pace. “What’s the situation?”

“President Song Jr. was drugged,” Xiao Lin reported breathlessly. “His pheromones have spiraled out of control. We called the police and the paramedics. The ambulance has been here for a while, and several groups have tried to go in, but no one can get him out.”

An Alpha with out-of-control pheromones is highly aggressive. If one isn’t careful, it turns into a violent “one-against-many” showdown.

Cheng Yan’s face darkened. “Have you tried inhibitors?”

Xiao Lin gave a bitter smile. “We tried. Two standard doses plus the high-strength one we carry ourselves. We used them all. Instead of passing out, President Song Jr. seems even more energetic.”

Cheng Yan closed his eyes, trying to lower his rapidly rising blood pressure. He had worked for the Song Group for seven years five under the old Chairman and two under the young master. In those first five years, his head hadn’t ached nearly as much as it had in the last two. He genuinely feared he would have a brain hemorrhage one day.

Song Yang, the heir to the Song Group, was one of only eight S-class Alphas in Chao City. In a generation where the “third-generation” elites were beginning to take power, Song Yang was like a “cheat code” in a game: the elders couldn’t control him, his peers couldn’t beat him, and those in between couldn’t be bothered to deal with his status. He had never lost a pheromone confrontation. He was a total thorn in everyone’s side.

Yet, the Song family’s wealth was so vast it bred endless greed. Even a thorn like Song Yang couldn’t stop people from throwing themselves at him. Case in point: Cheng Yan took one vacation, and someone had already found an opening to strike.

They reached the destination. The scene was so thick with chemical mist it looked like a literal wonderland. Even with Cheng Yan’s vast experience, the sight startled him.

Outside the largest VIP private room, a group of staff members in uniform stood in a line. Each held a bottle of Pheromone Neutralizer, spraying it incessantly toward the door. This desperate, relay-style spraying was the only reason the S-class pheromones hadn’t leaked out and paralyzed the entire bar.

Xiao Lin hurriedly shoved a tablet into Cheng Yan’s hands. “Boss, this is the surveillance from inside.”

Cheng Yan looked at the screen. The room was a wreck, alcohol soaked the floor, shattered glass was everywhere, and the bar counter was decimated.

Song Yang sat on the sofa, motionless, looking like a statue radiating pure violence. In the corners lay several bodies—it was unclear if they were dead or alive. Among them were police officers and medical staff. Tucked away in a far corner was a thin, fragile figure likely a weak male Omega.

Cheng Yan raised an eyebrow. An Alpha whose pheromones have spiraled out of control will instinctively reject any creature entering his territory. Everyone who entered that room should have been crushed, unless they were an Omega.

The biological attraction between Alphas and Omegas is meant to be irresistible, especially for an Alpha who has lost his mind to his instincts. Usually, an Omega in that room would face only one fate: being marked.

But the only Omega in the room was lying unconscious on the floor. If Song Yang had marked him, he would have calmed down. This meant Song Yang had defied his own biological instincts, rejected the Omega, and knocked him out instead.

Truly a piece of work.

A young male Alpha paramedic approached Cheng Yan, looking him up and down. “Are you an Alpha? Your friend said they called someone who could get close to the patient. Can you actually go in?”

At 184cm, Cheng Yan was taller than most Omegas, and his striking features didn’t fit the typical Beta profile. Even though he didn’t have any pheromone fluctuations, the doctor assumed he was an Alpha. Sending an Alpha into the range of a rampaging S-class Alpha was suicide. Even Betas hadn’t made it back out.

Cheng Yan looked at the closed door, feeling a genuine sense of trepidation. Usually, Song Yang just “emitted a cold aura,” and they could survive by wearing a down jacket. That was when Song Yang was in control. This was different.

Before he could answer, Xiao Lin jumped in. “He can do it! He’s— Ow!”

Cheng Yan smacked Xiao Lin’s head with the tablet. “I can only try,” he told the doctor with a polite smile.

The young paramedic, already irritable from the pheromone exposure, snapped, “What do you mean ‘try’?! The patient has been out of control for over two hours. Any longer and his glands will be permanently damaged!”

A colleague pulled the paramedic back and apologized to Cheng Yan. “I’m sorry, the S-class pheromones are affecting him. But honestly, if the patient has an Omega partner, you should call them. A pheromone exchange is the only way to stabilize him.”

“Our boss is single,” Xiao Lin said innocently. “Where am I supposed to find him an Omega partner?”

The doctors were stunned. A high-level Alpha usually had high “needs.” To have no one not even a casual partner was unheard of.

Suddenly, Cheng Yan noticed movement on the monitor. A familiar figure was hugging his head and crawling along the wall toward the door. It was Yuan the Third, one of Song Yang’s “troublemaking squad” friends.

Cheng Yan’s head throbbed. Why won’t Yuan the Third just play dead? Is he trying to get killed?

On screen, Song Yang stood up like a predator scenting blood. He began walking toward Yuan, his steps slow and filled with a terrifying, calm lethality. If Song Yang, with his S-class physical stats, actually struck, he would kill the man.

Cheng Yan turned off the monitor, shoved it back to Xiao Lin, and took a deep breath. He gripped the door handle and pushed.

He slipped inside. A few seconds later, the sound of breaking glass and a heavy thud echoed from within. The hearts of those outside skipped a beat.

Great, another casualty.

But a moment later, the door swung open. A gust of violent, freezing pheromones swept out, making everyone shiver.

Standing behind the door perfectly intact, with not a single hair out of place—was Cheng Yan. Meanwhile, the “untouchable” S-class Alpha was lying peacefully on the floor amidst a pile of broken bottles.

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