O Pobrezinho Depois de Ser Marcado pelo Enigma Paranoico

There was still a lingering scent of fresh, crisp mist and snow in the quilt. Ling Ran burrowed deep into it, his feverish and restless breaths gradually soothed by the chill that wrapped around him. He didn’t hurry to climb out; in his hazy state, he unconsciously squeezed the covers between his legs. The familiar scent of his alpha could help him through the difficult heat.

Though he’d already injected a suppressant into his arm before leaving the house that morning, lately he felt the effects had been growing weaker. He was an Omega who needed the nurturing comfort of a mate’s pheromones. His mate, Jiang Shengyi, was tall, powerful, and strikingly handsome—a natural alpha among alphas. The invigorating scent of rime he exuded was so alluring that many Omegas would fall for it without even realizing.

Their pheromone compatibility was a perfect one hundred percent; everyone said they were a match made in heaven, destined to be together. They’d been engaged for two years, and in two months, after Ling Ran’s graduation, they would have the grandest wedding in all of Haishi.

But before that, Jiang Shengyi refused to mark him, not even a temporary mark. Ling Ran knew it was because Jiang Shengyi wanted to save that romantic and sacred ritual for their wedding night, for his sake. So Ling Ran could only rely on suppressants to endure his endless and difficult heats.

This time, with Jiang Shengyi away on a business trip in Southeast Asia for a month, Ling Ran missed him desperately—and craved his scent too. So, under the pretense of visiting Jiang’s gr