Go Back to Your Big Cat Form!
Chinese Information:你给我变回大猫！
作者：路侠
Year: 2022
Genre: BL, omegaverse, Soulmates · Fluffy Romance · Interstellar · Possessive Alpha · Catnip-Scented Omega · One Big Snow Leopard Husband, slow-burn pining, shamelessly fluffy domestic moments, and dangerous Alphas who only want to be pet.
Novel Status in Country of Origin: 129 Chapters (Complete)
Translator: Addis
Editor: Karai
~~~~Brought to you by ExR~~~~
SUMMARY:
Lu Yao was the Federation’s first Omega-class master mecha engineer—brilliant, untouchable, and completely uninterested in love. Then the Federation’s AI decided otherwise.
With a 95% genetic compatibility match, Lu Yao was forcibly married to Alpha General Zhou Yunchen, the most powerful man in the military. For three years, their “marriage” existed only on paper—Zhou Yunchen was always away at war, and Lu Yao lived alone.
The day the contract ended, Lu Yao filed for divorce without looking back.
He didn’t take a single thing with him… Except for a certain massive snow leopard the General had supposedly rescued.
Lu Yao didn’t care about Alphas. But who could resist a big, fluffy cat?
What he didn’t know was that the snow leopard was Zhou Yunchen himself—cursed, transformed, and brought home by the very man he’d admired from afar for years.
Now Lu Yao was scratching his chin and calling him “baby.” And Zhou Yunchen… was not about to let him go again.
When the cuddles turned into kisses—and the big cat suddenly turned back into an Alpha with ears and a tail—Lu Yao’s world flipped upside down.
“Zhou Yunchen! You… turn back into a cat right now!”
Zhou Yunchen only smiled, his tail curling around Lu Yao’s wrist. “Twenty years, Lu Yao. I’ve waited twenty years for you.”
And this time, he wasn’t leaving.
Chapter 1: This Marriage Is Over
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Editor: Karai
“According to the front-line report, on June fifteenth, General Zhou Yunchen led the Silver Halberd Fleet to defeat an S-class beast formation, achieving the final victory in the Decatoli campaign…” The news-broadcast robot’s voice echoed through the lounge, while the public holoscreen cycled through images of the Silver Halberd Fleet in action.
Thousands of massive, cold starships glided through the black void. The hulls bore a side emblem of a thorned halberd. Against a backdrop of interwoven particle beams, the flash of energy fire from the cannon barrels scorched the monstrous beasts into blazing infernos, forming patterns like fireworks unfurling across a lavish tapestry.
“General Zhou’s been at this battle for three months, hasn’t he?” a voice murmured from a booth in the lounge.
“More than that. Counting the travel time, it’s been five months,” another companion said with admiration. “General Zhou’s not an easy man to keep up with.”
“One campaign lasts almost half a year. Starships might as well be his home by now.”
“That poor Omega. The chief engineer at the Research Institute—being mandatory-matched to an alpha who’s never home.”
“Maybe General Zhou just doesn’t want to go home. Going back means facing Lu Yao’s cold, icy face. Better to stay on the front line fighting beasts.”
“Doesn’t Zhou Yunchen’s cold face scare everyone, too? Maybe Lu Yao’s the one who kicked him out.”
The two of them argued back and forth over whose temperament was colder, whose face was more terrifying: the General’s or the engineer’s.
Eventually, they sighed in unison. “You’re right. Lu Yao is the chief engineer at the Mecha Research Institute, brilliant at his job. But in marriage, who could handle an omega like him? And Zhou Yunchen, as an alpha, could probably scare someone to tears in real life. I remember their mandatory marriage was only supposed to last three years. That’s almost up, isn’t it?”
“About time. We’ll probably hear about their divorce soon. Three years, no kids, barely even seeing each other—what feelings could they have?”
At the next booth, a long-haired young man paused mid-stroke on his drawing tablet. This was just a private airline vessel; soundproofing between booths wasn’t perfect. Conversation drifted faintly across.
Lu Yao’s hand stopped for less than a second, but Fei Ye, the guard seated across from him, noticed immediately and switched the holoscreen’s broadcast.
“Recently, Jaeger Industries secured a new military contract, and the stock index surged…”
The two booth neighbors immediately changed topics upon hearing the news. Even as the center of gossip, Lu Yao remained entirely unaffected, concentrating on his screen as he adjusted and refined a complex mecha design. The cold light of distant stars streamed through the viewport, tracing silver outlines along his profile. Quiet, yet cutting.
Wearing an electronic simulation mask, Lu Yao’s features were plain, but it could not conceal his presence. Colder than starlight, untouchable, unfathomable.
“Mr. Lu, don’t mind what they said. I think General Zhou isn’t that kind of—” Fei Ye stopped mid-sentence. Lu Yao had paused his work, lifting his eyes to glance at him. His icy blue eyes were almost inorganic, like a frozen lake. Fei Ye instinctively closed his mouth, cautiously studying Lu Yao’s expression. But Lu Yao said nothing.
When silence returned, Lu Yao lowered his gaze and resumed work as if nothing had happened. Fei Ye sighed quietly in his heart. Their destination was the Decatoli war zone. Ostensibly, Lu Yao was there to oversee repairs for the Silver Halberd Fleet’s mecha. Normally, a chief engineer would not make such a journey personally. Fei Ye suspected only one possibility: Lu Yao, despite his cold exterior, wanted to see General Zhou. They must have feelings for each other. Hearing strangers gossip about his marriage might hurt, even if he kept it hidden.
Lu Yao remained in the lounge for a long time, with Fei Ye awkwardly hovering, serving him tea and milk. By the time he returned to his first-class cabin, he had drunk two cups of tea and three of milk. The cabin had a massive window overlooking the starfield. At that moment, the ship passed a dim yellow gas giant, whose reflected light lit Lu Yao’s room like daytime. He glanced out at the view, then set down his design board and pulled a stack of paper documents from his luggage.
Even in the post-galactic Federation era, humanity had not gone fully digital as predicted. Paper was still used for important legal documentation. Like divorce papers. He flipped to the last page of the thick divorce agreement. One side was blank; the other bore two sharp, deliberate signatures.
Lu Yao had signed his name. All that remained was Zhou Yunchen’s. Then it would be over. Originally, another designer was meant to oversee the fleet’s mecha repairs, but Lu Yao switched places, determined to secure Zhou Yunchen’s signature before the work concluded.
Unlike Fei Ye’s indignation over the lounge gossip, Lu Yao felt calm. Three years ago, Lu Yao and Zhou Yunchen had been matched with 95% genetic compatibility by Central AI’s mandatory-match program. The marriage could not be refused, and it required a three-year mandatory period before divorce could be approved.
On the registration day, Lu Yao met Zhou Yunchen for the first time. Previously, he had only heard of the Federation war hero in military news: the S-class alpha, the youngest General in Federation history, the invincible conqueror. Wherever Zhou Yunchen went, the Federation’s victory flags reached the furthest borders. He was humanity’s sharpest blade, the brightest silver star.
But fame alone could not sustain a marriage. For three years, Zhou Yunchen had been constantly on campaign. His visits home could be counted on one hand. Lu Yao hadn’t calculated it precisely, but he guessed Zhou Yunchen had spent fewer than three months at home in total.
Back in the lounge, Lu Yao did not mind the gossip. Even he admitted—it wasn’t entirely wrong. Even with a 95% genetic compatibility—statistically very high—he felt no attraction to Zhou Yunchen. Conversely, this alpha, coveted by thousands of omegas in the Federation, felt nothing for Lu Yao either. In simpler terms: they were… not familiar with each other.
After reviewing the divorce agreement one last time, Lu Yao put the documents back in his suitcase and stood to close the blackout panels, shutting out the bright lights of the cosmos. The room fell into instant darkness and silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ventilation system. There was no reason for this marriage to continue, Lu Yao thought as he closed his eyes.
Three days later, the ship docked at KG Airport, the last civilian air hub before the Decatoli war zone. Lu Yao would disembark here and transfer to a military vessel to reach the Silver Halberd Fleet’s base.
The Research Institute had dispatched a thirty-person team for the mecha repair mission, complete with military escort and necessary instruments. Lu Yao, delayed by unfinished work, had not traveled with the main group and took a civilian craft instead. To ensure the chief engineer’s safety, the institute prepared a disguised identity and simulation mask for him, with Captain Fei Ye assigned as his bodyguard.
Upon leaving the ship, Lu Yao and Fei Ye passed through a military-only corridor and reached an agreed rendezvous point, where a fast-transport vessel awaited. A sergeant in the Silver Halberd Fleet’s slate-blue uniform stood at the entrance.
“Excuse me, is this the ship receiving the Research Institute engineer?” Fei Ye stepped forward and asked.
“Yes, sir,” the sergeant said after seeing Fei Ye’s rank, snapping a salute. Fei Ye returned the gesture and stepped back respectfully, allowing Lu Yao to approach. The aura radiating from the engineer made the sergeant flinch. After verifying Lu Yao’s identity through his personal AI assistant, he saluted again. “I’m Sergeant Zheng Qian of the Silver Halberd Fleet. I’ll be your duty officer from here. Please, come aboard.”
The fast-transport would reach the military district from KG Spaceport in five hours. The fleet had sent a small vessel. Once seated, Zheng Qian asked, “Would you like any drinks? We have some provisions onboard.”
“Ice water,” Lu Yao replied. Fei Ye ordered a coffee.
The duty officer turned to prepare the drinks in the rear cabin. Lu Yao set down his carry-on and lifted the simulation mask from his face—now in a secure area, he no longer needed to conceal his identity. The mask’s pale blue honeycomb light flickered across his cold, refined features before fading, revealing his true face. When Zheng Qian returned with the beverages, he froze at the sight. His eyes widened in shock. “L-Lu… Chief Engineer Lu!”
Whether it was the beauty behind the mask or the realization that the beauty was Lu Yao, the impact was too strong. He nearly dropped the cup, saved only by Fei Ye’s quick reflex.
“You know me?” Lu Yao asked, voice calm.
“Y-Yes…” Of course he knew. Who wouldn’t know the omega spouse of the Silver Halberd Fleet’s top commander? Especially someone whose face was unforgettable. No one had mentioned that the General’s spouse would be his reception today.
Hearing Zheng Qian’s recognition, Lu Yao skipped introductions. “I swapped tasks with the originally assigned engineer, Fang. I’ll handle the upcoming mecha repairs.”
“Understood.” Zheng Qian still felt a bit dazed. “I… I’ll report the change to my superiors.”
“Mm,” Lu Yao said lightly and turned his gaze to the circular viewport. The vessel had started its engines a few minutes ago, slowly leaving the airport. After clearing the military docking zone, its near-ground flight path took it over a bustling plaza. A large advertisement screen in the plaza displayed countless commercial and public service announcements—but then a familiar figure appeared in the lights: Zhou Yunchen.
