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byThat night, the red warning light on the treatment pod flickered on and off seven times. The eighth time occurred near dawn, signaling once again that the patient’s condition was deteriorating and the treatment fluid was nearly exhausted.
Lu Rong hadn’t gone to another room; he made do with the bed in the treatment room for the night. He was jolted awake by the alarms several times. When X01 informed him that the fluid was running low, he went to the warehouse to fetch more and replaced it for Feinier.
This explosive heat cycle seemed exceptionally long. It wasn’t until the afternoon of the second day that Feinier’s state stabilized and his vital signs stopped fluctuating wildly, marking the beginning of an intermittent period.
How long will these recurring heat cycles last? Lu Rong asked X01.
X01 remained silent for a moment, its purple breathing light flashing as it searched its database. The longest recorded instance was no more than two galactic standard hours. Multiple episodes may occur within a single day, but none have exceeded two hours.
Lu Rong rubbed his temples and exhaled softly. Having not slept well all night, he was exhausted. So, the condition has worsened this time.
He quietly scanned Feinier inside the pod. Although the vital signs were much more stable, they remained at low values. The illness was indeed like a storm—sudden and lethal, leaving one hanging by a thread and departing only after leaving a trail of devastation.
He shifted his gaze upward to check Feinier’s complexion, only to be caught off guard by a pair of golden, indifferent eyes.
He hadn’t expected Feinier to wake so suddenly. Lu Rong didn’t dare relax, fearing Feinier might lunge out and shoot him. He watched Feinier with a mix of calm and vigilance. They stared at each other for a long time until Feinier finally looked away, appearing somewhat uncomfortable.
Lu Rong immediately sensed he was safe. For some reason, he felt Feinier wouldn’t attack him again. He continued to watch Feinier, taking a step forward until he was pressed against the side of the pod, tapping his index finger against the transparent cover.
How do you feel? he asked.
Feinier remained expressionless, though a visible weariness touched his features. He seemed unaccustomed to the concern of others; after frowning in silence for a few seconds, he gave a somewhat awkward reply: Fine.
Lu Rong laughed, his tone a bit blunt. Your heart stopped twice in the middle of it. Was it like this before? He stood with his hands in his pockets, appearing nonchalant, but only X01 knew how disheveled he had been the previous night.
Feinier was much calmer than Lu Rong. He was remarkably accepting of the fact that he had nearly died twice, simply asking a common question: How long have I been asleep?
Lu Rong didn’t think Feinier’s night could be described as sleep, but he didn’t bother to argue. Checking the time, he replied, I found you lying here last night. It is now 16:43 in the afternoon. Lu Rong’s tone was like a news broadcast.
Feinier closed his eyes as if finally reacting, a sense of terminal despair washing over his face. He remained motionless.
The treatment room fell silent, so quiet that the sound of the wind outside seemed to drift in. One stood while the other lay; they were like two statues. Lu Rong opened his mouth several times, wanting to say he might be able to help, but the words wouldn’t come out.
Feinier kept his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.
Is it not completely over yet? Lu Rong asked, breaking Feinier’s train of thought.
Feinier opened his eyes to look at him, his vertical pupils contracting as if breathing, before closing them again. Go. Don’t come back, he answered, ignoring the question.
Lu Rong chuckled, leaning his hand against the pod as he looked down at the pale Feinier. I can’t leave. There’s an ion storm nearby. I won’t be able to depart for seven days.
Then stay on the frigate. Feinier didn’t even open his eyes, but Lu Rong inexplicably felt a hint of helplessness and gritted teeth in his tone. Even in this state, Feinier hadn’t gotten up to shoot him; he truly was at his limit.
Lu Rong was quiet for a while, thinking it over. I thought you’d crawl out and kill me.
Feinier finally couldn’t help but open his eyes, glancing at him. Then before I regret it—
Is your heat cycle still not over? Is that why you can’t control your mimicry? Lu Rong asked.
Feinier didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and submerged his entire head into the treatment fluid, as if refusing to listen.
Lu Rong asked again, The previous episodes didn’t last this long, did they?
Feinier seemed annoyed. He opened his eyes again and surfaced. What are you trying to say?
Lu Rong fell silent, watching him without a word.
Over the course of the night, the repeated blaring of the alarms had acted as a surrogate for Feinier’s cries for help. The scales in Lu Rong’s heart had tipped.
He weighed his words, hesitating. After a long silence, he finally made a decision. Slowly and calmly, without any emotional coloring, he asked, Do you need me to help you? In the way you mentioned before.
His fingers pressed against the pod felt stiff. He added, You saved me.
So, I will save you once in return.
From the moment the question was asked, Feinier had been staring at Lu Rong. He seemed to have sensed something in Lu Rong’s silence but didn’t dare believe it. For a moment, he forgot to move, simply watching him. His gaze was like the cold moonlight of a snowy night, giving Lu Rong the feeling that he might be rejected.
But this time, Lu Rong wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He soon saw Feinier’s gaze begin to scan him, moving from his facial features to various parts of his body. He felt inexplicably nervous, his chest tightening as if coiled by a serpent’s tail.
The medical room was so quiet that only his breathing remained. X01 floated nearby, feeling as though its systems were crashing, unsure how the conversation had reached this point.
A long time later, Lu Rong saw Feinier’s hand emerge from the treatment fluid. The blue veins on the side of his arm were strikingly visible under the cold light, possessing a certain ruthless sexiness. His pale fingertips rested on the nearby control interface. He seemed to tap something—Lu Rong didn’t see clearly—because in the next second, the entire space went dark.
As Lu Rong’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he heard the sound of water and the beep of the treatment pod opening. He felt a sudden rush of cold air.
It felt as if someone was standing face-to-face with him. The person’s breath carried a chill, but since his eyes hadn’t adapted to the dark, he couldn’t see if anyone was there.
Then, a cold, wet hand grabbed his wrist. Before he could react, he was pulled into a pool of cold liquid. He sat upon something supple and icy, and someone efficiently unfastened the inhibitor ring on his wrist.
In the darkness, a frigid scent rushed toward him, instantly invading his sense of smell.
It was the scent of peppermint.
The aroma was like ice and snow, yet it transported one to a scorching wasteland. Lu Rong heard his own breathing grow ragged under the influence of high-concentration Omega pheromones. His blood boiled within the scent of the icy pheromones. He caught the hand that attempted to withdraw, while his other hand followed the trail of scales upward.
Lu Rong felt the person beneath his palm shrink and tremble, but he did not pause. His palm reached the slender neck, gripping it. He felt the Adam’s apple roll nervously beneath his touch, pressing against his palm.
Are you sure? I’m asking one more time. Lu Rong’s vision cleared slightly. He met those golden vertical pupils in the darkness, which held a calm yet suppressed longing, struggling like a trapped beast.
Feinier’s breathing was rapid, but he still tried his best to restrain himself, scrutinizing Lu Rong with a cold gaze. After a long time, Lu Rong felt the Adam’s apple slide against his palm again. Then, Feinier laughed softly and slowly. …What are you waiting for?
Lu Rong lowered his head, beads of sweat from his endurance dripping into the treatment fluid.
The space within the treatment pod was nearly airtight, with only a tiny vent. Perhaps because of this, the scents of peppermint and flowers were overwhelmingly thick, entangling and pouring into Lu Rong’s nasal cavity, stimulating his glands like a wildfire burning across a plain, consuming his meager remaining logic.
In all the years past, Lu Rong had only observed cold reptiles through glass at the zoo. He never imagined that one day, he would be confined in a container with a creature possessing a serpent’s tail, let alone that he would need to engage in something with this being.
The sensation was too strange. He felt he shouldn’t be able to adapt, that he should be repulsed, yet his body accepted the creature before him with extraordinary speed.
High-compatibility pheromones were an attraction etched into the very bone. No one could resist them; even if suppressed and not shown, it was merely like pouring a flood into a cave atop a mountain, hiding it within the massive peak, only for it to surge more violently when it finally collapsed.
The scales were burning hot, restlessly grinding against the lines of his palm, seemingly wanting to draw closer yet carrying a clumsy stiffness and hesitation.
Lu Rong took Feinier’s hand, leading him toward the mountain peak, crossing the flood, demanding he guide him to the location of the feathered serpent’s nest.
He could hear occasional sounds escaping in the darkness—the sound of falling stones hitting water in a deep abyss, flickering in and out as he fumbled.
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Lu Rong possessed immense patience and restraint. Sensing Feinier’s lack of experience, and to reduce unnecessary vigilance, he attempted to make Feinier turn his back so he couldn’t see, thinking it might lessen the feeling of being approached by a strange Alpha.
But the overly cautious Feinier rejected Lu Rong’s arrangement. He stubbornly chose to face him, even insisting on using his excellent night vision to watch everything that transpired.
It was as if only what could be seen was safe.
The anatomy of a feathered serpent differed from that of a human. The beast’s nest was like a furnace, its body like a work of art. The stimulation reached its peak; he could hardly restrain himself, forgetting his initial purpose, leaving only instinct.
But instinct happened to be the original purpose of this mating—he had to mark him.
He had started with the intention of helping the other, but at the final moment when he bit into the fragile gland, Lu Rong suddenly felt a delusion that he had finally obtained what he desired.
It was as if he had waited for this moment for a very long time.
The gasps of the Omega beneath him and the rubbing of the serpent’s tail made him lose all control.
As a torrent of pheromones was injected, the pain caused the feathered serpent to struggle violently. He seemed to want to flee, his wings flapping as if to move away from Lu Rong. The Alpha in the midst of marking could not tolerate such defiance; he seized the white wings, pulling the trembling feathered serpent back and confining him beneath himself.
They were so close that their breaths mingled. The distance was perfect for a kiss, but in the next second, both instinctively turned their faces away, continuing the marking in silence.
The darkness was deep and long. Much later, the feathered serpent, having received a complete mark, seemed to slowly regain his ability to mimic. Lu Rong felt the feathers in his palm slowly withdraw and disappear, and the serpent’s tail coiled around his ankle slowly retracted. He felt the scales against his leg turn into human skin, though the skin was still burning hot.
In the next second, he felt himself being pinned down. Lu Rong hesitated for a moment—was Feinier going to retaliate? Was he going to execute him right now?
Snakes were known to hold grudges; was a feathered serpent the same?
Just as he thought this, he saw Feinier straddle him.
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