Martin’s dream was a warm darkness. His body was floating in mid-air, as if he were on a cloud, and he was gently dragged by warm waves of air as he walked through the endless night.
Not sure how long he walked like that, but suddenly all those soft supports disappeared and he fell silently from the darkness, his body suddenly feeling real and landing back on the spacious double bed.
Martin opened his eyes and his first thought was that sleeping naked was so comfortable, and his second was, what is this hazy bright light in front of me?
His brain was down for about half a minute before he finally realised in a trance that that bullshit Omega pheromone treatment seemed to be working, and was about to slap the bed board twice in celebration when the sound of regular, steady breathing beside him reminded him that he had finally marked Eno. It had been a rocky journey, but he finally had his Omega, a different but inexplicably lovely Omega, a month before he turned thirty.
With a soft heart, Martin quietly got dressed and washed up, went to the living room and drank a tube of supplements before calling the doctor to make an appointment for a check-up. It didn’t take long for Eno to come downstairs to him, flinging himself sleepily into his arms in his pink nightgown and softly asking for a kiss.
Neither of them took inhibitors again, their pheromones mingling in supreme harmony, the sweet smell of Omega in his nostrils. Martin said softly: “Why are you awake?”
“I woke up when you weren’t there.” Eno waved a concerned hand in front of his eyes, “Can you see yet?”
“I think there’s a little sense of light.” Martin was really happy and smiled as he kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll go to the hospital right away to get checked out.”
“Great.” Eno looked even happier than he was, a sunset blush spread at the corners of his eyes and even his voice trembled softly, “That’s wonderful.”
He was so happy for him from the bottom of his heart that even his pheromones leapt for joy, which honestly reflected the Omega’s feelings. Martin rubbed him again: “I’m going to the hospital now, too late to go through the process of filing an outing request, can you wait for me at home for a while?”
‘That’s fine.” Eno buried himself in his shoulder and rubbed it fondly, “Can you take your shirt off and let me hug it? I’ll go and get you a new one.”
Martin knew that a marked Omega is sticky, but he didn’t expect this kind of sticky method. Eno quickly brought him a new shirt, then stripped Martin of his old one, which he had just changed into less than an hour ago, and snatched it off, draping it over him as he went back inside to go back to sleep. He made a nest out of the pheromone-smelling quilt, pillow and shirt and enveloped himself in it, falling asleep to the smell of pheromones that had not yet dissipated, ignoring the complicated feelings of Martin, who was holding his shirt at the door.
Martin arrived at the hospital in a wheelchair by himself and was immediately wheeled into the examination room. The expressions on everyone’s faces when he came out were overwhelmingly happy. Both ends of Martin’s severed nerve link were reaching out to the opposite side, and a barely visible link was being drawn between them. Although it was only a very small section, it was indeed repairing itself. The doctor who had suggested the pheromone fusion therapy was overjoyed, as if he could see fame and fortune fluttering towards him on wings.
After the examination, Martin went to muscle maintenance as usual, and Nightingale, curious as ever, and pressed by Logan and the others, came over to gossip: “Boss, you really slept with your brother-in-law ah?”
Martin said coolly: “Picking the kettle that is not boiling1哪壶不开提哪壶 (nǎ hú bù kāi tí nǎ hú): an idiom, it means to touch a soft spot., you just had to remind me of this? How did you get first place in this EQ test in the first place, you didn’t didn’t bribe anyone ba?”
Nightingale was all stirred up and immediately said: “No no, just everyone is curious……boss, you already slept, don’t be shy ma.”
“He had a need and I had a need, so we both voluntarily came together, that’s all.” Martin looked like he didn’t want to talk much, “Is there anything else?”
“Boss, so what are you going to tell him when you’re well?” Nightingale asked a straightforward question, “May I ask if you’re preparing to be a scumbag A who suddenly gets divorced never seen from the end of the world or the scumbag A who just dies unexpectedly?”
Martin had to admit he had actually thought about both, but in the end his decision took Nightingale by surprise: “I’ll make it clear to him. If he is willing, I’ll marry him as Drake.”
“Really decided?”
“En. I’ll be responsible for him.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Nightingale cupped his throat and sighed, “Have you thought about what happens if your brother-in-law doesn’t want to be with you when he finds out the truth?”
“He should…be willing ba.” Martin wasn’t really that confident, “I’ll poke around in a couple of days.”
In fact, he has not been so confident about the fact that Eno likes him. One reason was that Eno had made it sound too breezy about liking him, but there are various signs that the Alpha that Eno hinted at is himself, and there was no other candidate to speculate on. The more important reason was that he couldn’t figure out when Eno had taken a liking to him. At that time, he obviously didn’t seem to like himself at all. For a while, he had wondered if Eno liked Lea.
Martin’s head ached and he decided that guessing an Omega’s mind was one of the biggest failures of his life.
With his curiosity completely satisfied, Nightingale was now soothed and made a cheering gesture to him, ready to leave, not caring whether he could see or not. Then he was stopped by Martin when he turned around: “Wait, I’m asking you something.”
Nightingale immediately stood at attention: “At your service, boss!”
Martin’s expression was a little hesitant: “Are all Omega’s in heat this clingly?”
Nightingale thought for a moment: “I think I’m okay, probably because I’ve been working in the legion and I’m not that weak in character. What exactly is your brother-in-law acting like, mind telling me about it?”
Martin picked out a few: “Just clingy, I guess, acting coquettish every day, asking for kisses and hugs, can’t leave even for a moment, he wakes up as soon as I get out of bed, hugs my shirt back to bed when I go out…I just want to ask if that’s normal?”
Nightingale had a twisted look on his face: “I’m an Omega, you’ll have to go to Logan if you want to show off, they’ll have a bigger reaction to that.”
Martin: “???”
Nightingale looked at him with an innocent expression and finally resisted the urge to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and gave him a serious analysis: “It depends on the character of brother-in-law.”
Martin thought about it and said: “It’s okay ba, although he likes to act coquettish, he’s still quite independent.”
Nightingale mused: “Then maybe he didn’t get enough security during the marking period, Omegas are emotionally fragile during the estrus period and must be taken care of carefully to get through it healthily, otherwise he will develop psychological problems such as over-dependence, which is still quite serious. Didn’t you take Omega care courses when you went to military school, boss? Didn’t you claim to have graduated first in the year with all A’s?”
As he spoke, he looked down on Martin: “Boss, you must have just thrown your brother-in-law into bed and left him alone, you scum A.”
Martin couldn’t say what he’d learned at military school, but after Lea’s death he’d packed it up and thrown it back to the school, who could remember that after eight years? In the end he could only meet Nightingale’s hateful eyes and begged reverently for advice: “What do you do with the Alpha in your family?”
Nightingale immediately perked up and decided to show off the blows he had just received, “He’s a dumb but nice guy. Before the estrus period, he makes a fridge full of half-finished food, and when we’re tired he goes to the kitchen and works it up a bit and it’s delicious.”
Martin remembered that they were both drinking nutrients, or Eno had gone down to get them: “……”
“As soon as the heat starts, Omegas are in great need of the Alpha’s affection and it’s best not to say things that affect his mood. My one doesn’t know many words, they’re all things like ‘love you’ and ‘baby’ anyway, even if you flip it around it works very well oh.”
Martin was starting to feel screwed, he seemed to have even asked Eno to lick him, and he asked about Drake!
Nightingale looked at his face and thought victory was in sight, beaming: “Make sure you carry the Omega to the bath when you’re done, and give him lots of kisses and cuddles before you go to bed, you understand? By the time Omega comes up to stick to you on his own it will be too late.”
Martin’s face was heavy as Nightingale found his headphones, switched them to the Omega Care radio channel and put them on him, patting him on the shoulder in a serious way, “Jiayou2加油: add oil, it is an encouragement term, equivalent to fighting, ganbatte or got for it! boss.”
He felt like he was about to burst out laughing again, so hurriedly greased his feet and slipped away. Martin spent the morning listening to the radio show, listening with two ears of how to prepare a nutritious meal for a pregnant O, and was still in a trance until he got home.
Eno’s warm body came right up to him, his faintly pine scented chopsticks leaning over and feeding him a mouthful of refreshingly sweet sautéed shrimp: “How did the test go?”
Martin said as he chewed on the shrimp: “It’s starting to repair itself. It will probably take a while, the doctor said for us to…communicate more.”
All he could think of was that this shrimp with cooked carrot and corn kernels, tossed with salad dressing and mayonnaise would be good for a pregnant O meal, then he reacted to the fact that he was being an idiot and was so angry that the shrimp wasn’t fragrant anymore.
Eno looked at his stormy expression and asked with trepidation: “Is it not delicious?”
“Delicious.” Martin swallowed the shrimp without moving, and spread his arms to him, “Come here for a hug.”
Although Martin still had many uncertainties about their future, having marked Eno as his Omega, he was trying to learn to give Eno more security. In any case, Eno couldn’t suffer with him just because he was his brother-in-law. After all, Grey had taught him as a child that the Alpha who loved his Omega was the Alpha who could do great things, and that only by treating his Omega well would the sensitive Omega return more love and love, and then the family could be happy and live in harmony.
Unsure but happy, Eno went over and received a big hug and generously shared most of the plate of prawns with the only sick person in the family. After the meal Martin patted the sofa next to him very seriously and called for Eno to come and sit down.
He cleared his throat: “That, we are a couple from now on.”
Eno was bewildered: “……En.”
Martin forced the corners of his mouth to rise and said in a serious manner: “So now the first family meeting will be held. May I ask Comrade Eno if he has any further comments about me personally in his life? I will consider correcting them to the extent that the organisation can tolerate them, and I will try to tolerate them even if I can’t.”
He finished those words, feeling for the first time that it was not so bad to be Martin, just an extremely ordinary Alpha in a big world, not carrying as much baggage as the shining Drake, and not being Eno’s brother-in-law. Some things come naturally to him, albeit in a self-defeating ostrich mentality, but it’s better to save the worries for later.
He didn’t realise that he was so tired until he really had a warm home and was able to chat with a well-behaved and cute Omega—even though Eno himself had nothing to do with the word well-behaved in his mind. Like a bowstring that had been taut for too long, once loosened, he never wanted to go back to the past. He wondered if it was because of Eno’s arrival, he suddenly found himself so afraid of loneliness, even if it is flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in the lake3镜花水月( jìng huā shuǐ yuè): an idiom, refers to an unrealistic rosy view or viewing things through rose-tinted glasses, he still wants to have it for a while. As for what happened next, he didn’t want to and didn’t dare to think about it anymore.
Eno gazed at him with a strange gaze, reached out and touched his forehead with the back of his hand: “No fever ah.”
Martin grabbed his hand and placed it in his broad palm, “Speak seriously.”
A tidal wave of laughter spread under Eno’s eyes, “Then don’t chase me away out anymore, okay? If you don’t like me being annoying, you can just say so, and ask me to stay away from you.”
“I don’t think you’re annoying, Comrade Eno is welcome to come over and ask for a hug anytime.” Martin said, “Is there anything else?”
Eno thought for a moment and said, “No.”
Martin nodded fervently and said sincerely: “OK, then the organisation will also introduce a personal thought. I’m not very good at talking, and I hope Comrade Eno will forgive me for some of the things I’ve said in the past. From today onwards, I will be your most solid support. I was the one who didn’t take care of you during the heat, so if I’ve made you insecure, please trust me one more time and I’ll try to do it right.”
Eno was flabbergasted by his solemnity: “……Do I need to self-statement too?”
“Squeamish, likes to act coquettish.” Martin chuckled, “The organisation can accept it, any more?”
Redness spread up the pale cheeks, bright as a blooming red rose. Eno shook his head gently and moved over to peck him on the lips. The two embraced and lingered for several moments before Eno looked up, panting, and stared into his hollow eyes, reaching up to caress his withered cheek, saying sincerely: “Why don’t you go for plastic surgery when you’re better?”
Martin raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to slap him on the soft flesh of his buttocks, and Eno giggled, sitting up in Martin’s lap, close to him, his body under the thin fabric seemed to be boneless, a thin waist can be held comfortably.
Martin commented in his mind that he was clingy, but thought it was an Omega’s attachment to an Alpha, so he didn’t push him away and let Eno hold him for a long time.
In the evening, Eno cut off the video with Julia and went to the bathroom to take a serious bath, not stopping until he had rubbed his skin red. He reached up to wipe the mist off the mirror and turned sideways to look at the back of his neck.
There was only a deep tooth mark, and although Martin had bitten so hard and so viciously that it hurt like hell at that point, it did completely overshadow the mark that little Kersi had left on his gland, not a trace of the secondary mark could be seen. It was as if the damage that little Kersi had left on him didn’t exist that way, occasionally giving him the illusion that he belonged to Martin all along.
Eno smiled to himself and looked intently at rosy self in the mirror. In the white mist that filled the room, the Omega’s pupils grew crimson in the mirror. He reached for the little yellow duck glass he usually brushed his teeth with and squeezed it just a little, and the extraordinarily thick glass shattered like papier-mâché, leaving a mess in the sink.
Eno’s chest began to heave violently as he withdrew his hand with a grimace and turned on the tap to flush all the glass shards down the drain. During the marking process with Martin, not only the other party benefited, but under the flushing of pheromones that were much stronger than that of little Kersi, his body also underwent some little-known changes.
Bonding with an Alpha enhances an Omega’s constitution, the strength of which is determined not only by the genetic match between the two, but also in part by the strength of the Alpha’s pheromones. Martin was undoubtedly one of those who was too strong to have friends, and if he hadn’t been in a car accident, he would have been a rare warrior in the Federation, and Eno thought he might have been Special Forces level, maybe even really retired from the secret army. So stimulated by Martin’s pheromones, he seemed to be able to activate the power in his body on his own now, only the power was so drained that he couldn’t sustain it for long yet. There is no such thing as free gifts falling from the sky, his body could not generate such a huge amount of power out of thin air, and he might even need to pay a price. So Eno was not prepared to use these powers often, nor did he want to reveal his body’s abnormalities to the outside world. Apart from Drake, which is his unspeakable desire, his only realistic dream was to live an uneventful life with an Alpha who would love him a little bit.
It’s just that he hasn’t avenged the hatred for Lea and Allie, so how can he settle down in a corner with peace of mind, and deceive himself that he is just a weak and incompetent Omega who depends on others? It was true that he had told Martin that he wanted to see Drake, but his concern for his safety was only one of the reasons, and more importantly, he wanted to ask Drake if he would still join him in avenging Lea. And no matter what Drake’s answer was, he was going to do what he had to do on his own.
He would always love Lea more than Drake did.
But then again, the life he was living now stayed with him so much, his body and spirit felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, and his body felt pleasant all over, screaming for him to stop and enjoy it. He knew Martin would be a good Alpha, better than he could have imagined, or he wouldn’t have been willing to stay and let Martin mark himself on a whim, knowing the endless trouble ahead of him. Stopping, stopping would give him the life he wanted, not the one he had dreamed of, but it was good enough compared to his past.
Eno pressed his jingming4somewhere around the glabella
acupoint with a headache, feeling the two emotions pulling at each other in his body in unspoken anguish. He finally took a handful of cool water and poured it over his face to dampen the heat rising in his cheeks, turned to put on his robe and tied a pretty bow around his waist.
After tying his belt he gazed up at the mirror again, his eyes having returned to their initial beautiful amber colour. Eno put on a big smile in the mirror, turned and headed for Martin’s room.
There is no news from Drake yet, so he will give himself a period of break first.
