Chapter 47: Alpha-Grade Comfort Required

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

The Space Planning Department building was in chaos. The conference hall was on the thirty-sixth floor, where the blast had shattered an entire glass curtain wall. Shards of glass and chunks of concrete rained down from above.

Gale-force winds swept through the building, unrestrained now that the wall was gone, yet the storm couldn’t drive away the thick smoke and choking dust. With the circuits cut, the interior was plunged into darkness. Rescue craft and fire-control flyers hovered outside the tower, sirens wailing, their warning lights piercing the smoke with sweeping beams.

By the time Zhou Yunchen arrived in his flyer, most of the injured had already been pulled out of the hall. The fires from the blast still roared, but the firefighting teams dared send in only robots to battle the flames. Because the explosion had left many unconscious and damaged their personal AI assistants, confirming identities was difficult. The casualty list updated slowly, full of gaps.

Lu Yao’s communicator remained unreachable. Zhou Yunchen passed stretcher after stretcher, grievously wounded victims carried out bloodied by flame and shrapnel. But none of them were Lu Yao. Clinging to a desperate hope, he charged to the thirty-sixth floor—only for his heart to sink when he saw Chang Jian.

The hall doors were sealed, and outside them gathered a cluster of tense medics. Emergency equipment clogged the narrow corridor.

Chang Jian sat off to the side, a bandage pressed to his forehead while blood still streaked his cheek. His wounds had been treated, yet he hadn’t been evacuated to a hospital with the other injured. No one ignored protocol without reason. Unless he had a personal one. Zhou Yunchen started forward, only to be blocked by a Beta medic. “Alpha, you can’t go in there right now.”

“I’m looking for someone.” Zhou Yunchen pushed a step closer.

“No, no. There’s an omega inside with a special condition. No alphas allowed.” The medic’s eyes flicked to the General insignia on Zhou Yunchen’s uniform—but in a doctor’s eyes, military rank meant nothing against triage.

Hearing their dispute, Chang Jian pushed himself upright and limped over. “It’s fine. Let me speak with him.”

“There’s another omega inside? Is it…?” Zhou Yunchen asked.

“It’s Lu Yao,” Chang Jian answered wearily. “He’s entered an abnormal estrus. The medics initiated emergency protocol. Only Betas and robots are inside now.”

“Is he hurt?”

“A little. But he was far from the blast center. Nothing life-threatening. He still had the strength to run into the rest lounge and lock himself in.” Chang Jian sighed. “His pheromone outburst didn’t affect too many people, but his own state is dire.”

“What about emergency treatment?” Zhou Yunchen pressed. If it was just an injury combined with abnormal estrus, the Betas should have been able to sedate him, then send him through an isolation pod to the hospital.

“He… he’s not only in abnormal estrus,” Chang Jian admitted, lips tightening. An omega in abnormal estrus usually spiraled into unbearable desire, nerves painfully overstimulated, but the torment remained inward. Lu Yao’s condition was completely different.

“Pheromone stress disorder?” Zhou Yunchen asked.

From the medic’s comms came Mo Feng’s voice, echoing out of the lounge. “Lu Yao, calm down. It’s me, Mo Feng. You know me, don’t you?” He was inside, trying to reach him.

“Pheromone stress was only the trigger,” Chang Jian said. “His real issue is trauma re-experience disorder. Normally, an omega in abnormal estrus becomes sensitive and withdrawn. But Lu Yao’s trauma disorder stacks on top of it—he’s turned violently aggressive. He’s already smashed three medical robots. The doctors had no choice but to send Mo Feng in with a sedative. He’s a Beta—unaffected by pheromones—and someone Lu Yao knows and trusts. If he can get close enough to inject him, Lu Yao will pass out, and they can bring him out.”

Zhou Yunchen frowned at the sealed doors. Through the comms came Mo Feng’s strained voice. “Yes, just like that. Let me come closer. I mean no harm. Trust me, Lu Yao… ah! Lu Yao, what are you doing? Don’t hit me—wait, don’t take my syringe! That’s for you, not for—”

Heavy breathing. A crash. Then the violent slam of the door being thrown shut. Wind roared, drowning everything else. Chang Jian’s face blanched. “Did he just… inject Mo Feng with the sedative?”

The medics exchanged alarmed looks, then immediately flung the doors open. A hover-stretcher was rushed in, carrying out Mo Feng, unconscious and kicked across the room, lying at the edge of the flames. A flood of catnip-scented pheromones gushed into the corridor. Even though the Betas slammed the doors shut within seconds, the surge still forced Zhou Yunchen back a step. The medics checked Mo Feng’s vitals quickly, then whisked him away.

Chang Jian rushed forward. “What now?”

The lead doctor grimaced. “The patient’s aggression is severe. We can’t restrain him directly. But he just recognized that Mr. Mo carried medication—so some awareness remains. We could try sending in a robot with a suppressant, see if he’ll inject himself.”

“Then do it now!” Chang Jian barked, seizing the doctor’s shoulder.

“Yes, yes, I’ll arrange it.”

“Wait,” another medic called suddenly. “We just received a reply from his attending physician. The doctor says the patient has been using P10-level injectables regularly. What we brought won’t work during abnormal estrus!”

God above. The doctor nearly collapsed. On the market, the highest grade of P-type omega suppressants was P10. Most omegas only needed oral P1 to P3. Anything above P5 required a special prescription, used sparingly to prevent antibodies. Emergency cases might justify a single dose. And this patient had been using P10 as his daily suppressant.

“What about the F-type? Did we bring any?”

“No!” A sharp voice snapped from the comms—the voice of Lu Yao’s endocrine synchronist, monitoring from afar. “F-type causes brain and neurological damage. In his state, he wouldn’t survive it. You’d shatter his mind completely!”

“Then what do you suggest?” the doctor shouted back. “Arguing wastes time. Every second makes him worse.”

“If sedatives won’t work, what about restraint? Tranquilizer darts?” Chang Jian asked. “There are plenty in the armory. I can authorize immediate use.”

Silence on the comms. Then the endocrine synchronist spoke slowly. “I don’t recommend it. Weapons might subdue him for a moment, but when he wakes, his mental state will deteriorate further. Perhaps… send in an alpha. Force stabilization. He isn’t permanently marked. Anyone would do. Just save him quickly.”

Force stabilization. In plain words: have an alpha mark the omega, realigning his chaotic psyche through pheromones. It was an old method, used before suppressant tech had matured. But now…

“Bullshit!” the doctor burst out. “That’s a violation of human rights. He doesn’t have a legal alpha mate. Who takes responsibility? Pick some random alpha? He’d probably beat them back out the door!”

“Then choose one strong enough not to be thrown out,” the endocrine synchronist replied.

“I told you—”

“I can go.” A deep voice cut through the doctor’s furious outburst.

“You!” The doctor had been ready to lash out at whoever dared to add chaos at such a moment. But when he turned and met Zhou Yunchen’s severe expression, his words stalled for a beat. “You… General Zhou, but—but—”

It was true that Zhou Yunchen had once been Lu Yao’s alpha, but they had divorced a month ago.

“If Lu Yao presses charges, I’ll take responsibility.” Zhou Yunchen fixed his gaze on the doctor, repeating the question as though demanding certainty. “Can you confirm that this plan won’t harm his body?”

“Setting aside the legal risks, this is already the most suitable solution we have.” The doctor exhaled heavily. “Even as we speak, the damage is ongoing. It can’t be reversed. We must stop it before it escalates further.”

“I’m going in now.” Zhou Yunchen’s voice quickened. The medics handed him two tranquilizer injectors—one as a backup. Suppressants were useless for Lu Yao in his current condition, so there was no need to carry them. The conference hall doors opened again. Without a flicker of hesitation, Zhou Yunchen strode inside. Chang Jian watched his retreating figure, her eyes complicated.

The storm still howled outside, dust and shattered stone whirling through the air so thick it stung the eyes. Blood was scattered across the ground. There was no need for directions anymore. By following the increasingly strong trail of catnip-sweet pheromones, Zhou Yunchen could find which of the dozens of rest rooms Lu Yao was in.

The pheromones leaking during this abnormal estrus were far stronger than during a normal one. Now, without suppressants to hold them back, the syrupy sweetness spread through the space like warm water filling a vast pool.

Zhou Yunchen clenched his fists, forcing himself to regulate his breathing and heartbeat, though sweat beaded and slid down his skin. His sharpened senses, usually an advantage, became a torment. He reached the rest room door and knocked firmly.

“Lu Yao. It’s me—Zhou Yunchen.”

The pheromones seeped outward through the cracks, but no sound followed. He couldn’t tell if Lu Yao was refusing to respond or if he had already lost the strength to do so.

“Lu Yao.” Zhou Yunchen paused, then raised his voice. “I want to help you. Open the door. If you don’t answer, I’ll assume you can’t move and I’ll break it down.”

Bang! Something heavy slammed into the door, hard enough to make the wall tremble. It sounded strong. Too strong. But it was also a clear rejection. Silence fell again on the other side.

Before sending him in, the endocrine synchronist had warned Zhou Yunchen that Lu Yao might have already lost his rationality and might not listen to reason. She urged him to be cautious.

The on-site medics hadn’t really understood her concern. To them, it was as though she treated Lu Yao like some kind of humanoid high-risk weapon. They were Beta medics who had treated many omegas in abnormal estrus. In their experience, omegas in this state meant agony and weakness—fragile to the point of breaking, at risk of mental collapse if mishandled.

Even though Lu Yao had just smashed a robot and knocked out Mo Feng with a stolen injector, they still approached him with care, unable to fathom how someone so delicate could threaten an S-rank alpha. What they truly worried about was Zhou Yunchen being too rough once he went inside.

But Zhou Yunchen understood why the endocrine synchronist had insisted on caution. He knew very well what Lu Yao was capable of in this state. Glancing out the window, he saw the aircraft outside the building had already extinguished the flames. Activating his communicator, he spoke quietly to the medics in the hall. “Have the aircraft pull back.”

Once the machines departed and the roar of engines faded, only the shriek of the wind remained. Zhou Yunchen knocked again. “Lu Yao, there are no enemies outside anymore. I’m going to open the door. You can come out now, all right?”

No answer. But he hadn’t expected one. He stepped back, drew his energy pistol, and fired at the lock. The metal sizzled under the heat. With a tug, the door gave way. Slowly, carefully, he pushed it open, the gap widening inch by inch.

The next instant, Lu Yao burst from the room. Catching Zhou Yunchen off guard, he slammed him hard to the ground. In Lu Yao’s hand gleamed a short knife.

Author’s Note:

Here it is, here it is!

 

 

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