SIWTD Chapter 2

“Would having a child mean we won’t get divorced?”

If they had a child, there would naturally be no pressure from the elders anymore. Did the alpha also want a child?

The omega suddenly looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, looking a bit dazed for once. But soon, he lowered his eyes again. After all, the reason they could get married was because of their high pheromone compatibility. In other words, it was easier for them to conceive a high-quality offspring. Wasn’t that what he had planned from the beginning?

The alpha walked over and gently embraced the omega. “I’m sorry,” he said. The person in his arms was trembling slightly, small and pitiful, and the alpha’s heart ached. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late. That so-called two-year deadline didn’t matter anymore. He was determined to get to know the omega better and cultivate a real relationship. He had never thought of divorcing the omega, not in the emotionless past or in the present, where he wanted to make amends. He hadn’t been sure why thoughts of the omega consumed him, or why he felt restless when he couldn’t see him. But when he realized he might lose the omega, the pain was unbearable.

He was certain now. He liked the omega. He had fallen in love with this quiet, easily flustered omega.

But right now, does he want to do it? The omega misunderstood his meaning, reaching up to remove the scent-blocking sticker from his gland. The air was instantly filled with a light jasmine scent, faint but enough for the alpha to catch it, making his breathing quicken. The omega’s pale arms wrapped around his neck, and with that response, the alpha excitedly lifted the omega up.

They were, indeed, compatible.

On the bed, no matter how much the omega was tossed about, he wouldn’t cry. His eyes reddened, avoiding the alpha’s gaze. He was so obedient, pliable in any position, soft and compliant. Occasionally, when he couldn’t take it, he would let out little kitten-like whimpers, making the alpha’s heart itch with desire. To hear more of those sounds, the alpha’s movements became quicker and harder, deliberately going deeper. He couldn’t resist when the omega teased him like that. The omega was like a treasure—peel away the cold, quiet exterior, and the sweetness inside was overwhelming.

As the alpha probed deeper, the omega’s whole body trembled. Unable to escape, he was overwhelmed. Wasn’t this just to have a baby? Why did it feel never-ending? Worried that the alpha didn’t understand, the omega whimpered, trying to remind him, “You… you have to go inside, that way it’s easier… to have a baby.”

His voice was fragmented by the alpha’s movements, sounding almost like a plea. The honest and straightforward invitation made the alpha tense up, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a thrust, he entered the omega’s voice box chamber, his sharp teeth biting into the back of the omega’s heated neck.

It was a final mark, done all at once.

The omega trembled uncontrollably, his tears flowing uncontrollably, streaming down his face. He couldn’t help but cling tightly to the alpha, unwilling to let go. He felt a false sense of happiness but also an overwhelming fear and despair.

“Be good, I’ll wipe you off, okay?” The alpha loosened his hold and got up to grab a damp towel, then pulled the omega back into his arms. The omega was so small, and the alpha seemed addicted to holding him.

The usually stern alpha had never spoken in such a gentle tone before. Under the alpha’s affectionate gaze, the omega shook his head slightly, quietly using his hand to block the back. His whole body was flushed red, his legs trembling. “No wiping, if it doesn’t come out, it’s easier to get pregnant.”

When the omega got nervous, he would stiffen his face, but with his red cheeks, he looked utterly adorable.

The alpha knew the omega was cute, but not this cute. Holding him close, the alpha’s heart melted. He kissed the omega’s forehead softly, coaxing him, “It’s okay to go with the flow. If we do it more often, you’ll get pregnant.”

This can’t continue. If it does, he’ll be trapped in this illusion of being loved, with no way out. The omega rubbed his eyes, staying silent. Just as he was about to get up, the alpha pressed him back down into the bed.

“I’ll block it for you.”

…

Recently, the omega had been quite troubled. To achieve the goal of getting pregnant, the alpha always wanted to mess with him. That would’ve been fine, as it was true that doing it more often would increase the chances of pregnancy. But each time, the alpha would go on for a long time. When it was finally over, the alpha would insist on holding him to sleep, calling him “baby” and not letting him go back to his original room.

It was sweet, intoxicating even. But it also interfered with his work.

The omega, as a pharmaceutical researcher, naturally knew how to scientifically and reasonably increase the chances of conception. Once he started feeling unwell, the omega immediately checked himself.

Good news—he was finally pregnant. Before he completely lost his mind, thinking the alpha loved him, he had finally conceived.

Now the alpha had even more reason to hold onto him. The former workaholic now rushed home after work every day, carefully taking care of the omega, hoping that when the time came, his beloved would suffer as little as possible.

In the first few months, thanks to the elders’ care, the omega had moved his work to home, doing only remote tasks. No longer needing to go to the lab, the omega had taken to sleeping in more. Every morning before leaving for work, the alpha would kiss him for a long time, and after returning home to work in the study, the alpha would always hold the omega in his arms.

The omega grew more and more sleepy, often dozing off in the warmth of the alpha’s embrace, until one day, he heard the alpha whisper softly, “I love you.”

It was said so lightly, yet it exploded in his ears like thunder. The omega, touching his now-visible belly, instantly snapped awake. He had been blinded by the illusion of tenderness and lost his judgment. Why had he suddenly gained the alpha’s love?

This question wasn’t hard to answer. The alpha’s attitude had changed since he first smelled the omega’s pheromones. At first, it was because of their high compatibility, and later, it might have been because the omega was pregnant.

The omega lowered his eyes, still silent. After a long time, he shifted slightly, trying to get up. The alpha, holding him close, immediately asked, “What’s wrong, baby? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, I’m going to look at some papers,” the omega replied, rubbing his eyes. His face was flushed from sleep, and his eyes were red like a little rabbit’s. The alpha couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him. “Your eyes need rest. How about I read to you?”

The omega didn’t refuse. The alpha spoiled him, always giving him whatever he wanted. But no matter how much he was given, the omega never acted spoiled, never threw any tantrums.

After carefully passing the three-month mark, the omega still worried about his research project, often wanting to return to the lab. Every time, the alpha went along with him, personally driving him. While the omega worked on experiments, the alpha would sit on a small bench outside the door, reviewing his documents.

When the omega was eight or nine months along, his mood suddenly worsened. He became anxious and tense, often staring blankly at the plants in the house. He spoke even less with the alpha and went to the lab more frequently. At night, he frequently woke from nightmares, muttering about his research. The alpha, not knowing what else to do, could only release soothing pheromones, gently patting the omega’s back and coaxing him to sleep.

As the omega inhaled the alpha’s pheromones, he forced a bitter smile.

Finally, the day of delivery arrived. The elders were all anxious, and alpha’s grandfather even came with a cane to wait. The omega suffered a bit, but everything went smoothly, as he had been well cared for.

Newborns need the father’s pheromones for comfort, so the alpha, who had been keeping vigil by the bedside, was asked to leave by the nurse. He kept looking back at the omega, who was still unconscious from exhaustion, his heart full of worry and affection. After returning home, he planned to find someone to help the omega recover, and he didn’t intend to take on any new projects. He wanted to stay home and take good care of his beloved.

The omega slowly opened his eyes, and not seeing the person he longed for by his side, his fluctuating hormones caused his emotions to spiral. When the alpha rushed back in, he saw the omega’s tear-streaked face.

“Mister, I want a divorce.” Once again, he heard the omega say those words.

“No, no divorce,” the alpha stammered, holding the omega’s sweaty hand, his words incoherent. “We’re not divorcing, no divorce.” He had always been someone who acted more than he spoke, rarely expressing his emotions. Now, his hands trembled with nervousness. “I love you. I love you. Please, let’s not get divorced, okay?”

The omega kept his head down, not responding to the alpha’s confession. The alpha didn’t know what to do, his voice choking up. “Our baby is still so small. Are you going to leave me? Leave him too?”

“Mister, I will fulfill my responsibilities and take good care of him.” Thinking of the baby, the omega finally spoke. He gave the alpha a serious look—the way he wanted, as though he truly loved him. Wasn’t this exactly what he had wished for? So why was he being stubborn now, torn with indecision?

He had cherished this untouchable flower on the mountaintop in his heart for so many years. He knew all of alpha’s characteristics. The alpha had always been habitually distant and cold with people. Never before had the omega seen the alpha lower himself like this.

Because he loved the alpha, the omega didn’t want him to do something against his true will, simply because of their pheromone compatibility.

The omega averted his gaze. “Don’t worry, Mister. My research has passed clinical trials and will soon hit the market. The new drug I invented can reverse the effects of pheromone stimulation. It can block pheromone attraction, allowing omegas and alphas to be free from interference.”

“This is my parting gift to you.”