WMAW Chapter 4

In everyday life, both alphas and omegas keep their pheromones under control, usually only leaving traces on personal clothing or daily items that are indistinguishable unless sniffed closely.

Zhong Lin had never known the scent of the alpha before him, but today he experienced it firsthand. Zhuang Yi, overwhelmed by his sensitive period and the despair of losing his spouse, lost control of his pheromones. The air filled with a rich fragrance, surprisingly camphor, but with a sweet twist that wasn’t too pungent.

Zhong Lin’s nostrils flared in shock. What was this? Had he really married a camphor ball? As this thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but verbalize his disdain.

Zhuang Yi’s sobbing caught in his throat as he whimpered pitifully, “Wife, my pheromone is supposed to smell like sage, I’m not a camphor ball.”

It was the first time Zhong Lin was called ‘wife,’ and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Regrettably, his dream of becoming a tough, mature man clashed with his disdain for men who cried, especially those smelling like camphor. “I’ll knock some sense into your head.”

Zhong Lin coldly attempted to pry Zhuang Yi off him, but his body felt weak. Wrapped tightly in the alpha’s sage-scented pheromones, his limbs softened, yet his mind remained painfully clear.

The sweetness of the sage made Zhong Lin weak, while the invigorating scent of camphor left him speechless.

Back in high school, Zhong Lin loved to sleep through unimportant classes, like biology. The omega safety knowledge he had been taught before marriage now escaped him completely. Unaware of the common symptoms of an alpha’s sensitive period, he thought his alpha husband was just a crybaby who couldn’t control his pheromones.

Zhong Lin’s resolve to push Zhuang Yi away hardened, “Get off me, stop clinging to me.”

Feeling like he was about to be pushed away, Zhuang Yi held on even tighter. He didn’t want his omega to turn to someone else. Now was the time to speak up, or he might lose his spouse for good. Zhuang Yi, usually so reserved, pleaded with tears and earnestness, “Wife, don’t throw me away. I like you, I’ve never disliked you, don’t leave me.”

“What, me?” Zhong Lin was stunned, forgetting to struggle as Zhuang Yi gently tackled him to the carpet.

“Don’t go to someone else, love me again, just once more! Don’t leave me behind!” Zhuang Yi continued incoherently, smelling the familiar scent of butter cookies. Ever since marrying Zhong Lin, a sweet scent had always filled their home. Now, instinctively wanting to smell more, he moved closer to Zhong Lin’s neck, negotiating, “Whatever that person can give you, I can give you more, just look at me.”

The crisis-ridden Zhuang Yi started thinking. His spouse had only just left him about ten days ago, but before that, he had cherished him for many years. If he behaved well now, he was sure he could win back his spouse, and the blue-haired interloper would be out of the picture!

Confident Zhuang Yi began making grand promises, “Wife, I have a lot of money, I’ll give it all to you. If you think I’m not rich enough, I’ll earn more. If you think my pecs aren’t big enough, I’ll work out more! If you think I’m not handsome enough, I’ll get plastic surgery! If you think my hair isn’t blue enough, I… I can’t.”

“No, I can, I’ll dye my hair!”

The usually composed Zhuang Yi really didn’t want to compete with a flashy stereotype.

Zhong Lin was overwhelmed by Zhuang Yi’s rambling, pinned under him on the carpet, stuttering in protest, “No, no, let go of me first, then talk.”

Wrapped tightly in the alpha’s pheromones, Zhong Lin’s face flushed, his voice hoarse, yet his mind was surprisingly active. Was he really capable of juggling multiple alphas? Did he have one at home and another outside?

This is… thrilling.

“Who is this person?” After hesitating, Zhong Lin still asked, “I can’t remember, can you give me a hint?”

“Wife!” Zhuang Yi’s voice broke, on the verge of tears again.

“Okay, okay, I won’t ask, sorry.” Being repeatedly called ‘wife,’ Zhong Lin was overwhelmed. He had never been so intimately involved with any alpha, and his heart was racing, his thoughts bubbling. Honestly, a tear-streaked Zhuang Yi was exactly his type.

Zhong Lin weakly inquired, “We’re just in an arranged marriage, right? We signed a non-interference prenuptial agreement. Are we that close?”

“Sorry, I kind of forgot, can you explain that situation to me?” Zhong Lin asked politely, tilting his head.

Zhuang Yi suddenly remembered the day before they registered their marriage, sitting in the office with Zhong Lin, going through the prenuptial agreement word by word.

Blinking, Zhuang Yi also recalled the first day Zhong Lin moved into his house, standing in the living room, dividing their territories. Zhong Lin had stood quietly behind him with his head down, not uttering a word.

These memories must have deeply hurt his spouse, but his spouse’s sardonic attitude was also quite endearing.

A shame-faced Zhuang Yi, after a lot of hemming and hawing, started to make excuses, “I don’t care, you used to like me, and I liked you too.”

Zhong Lin looked as if he had been struck by lightning, trembling as he questioned, “How is that possible?”

He had always liked strong, tough alphas, so why would he like a crybaby muscle man? Was it really all about looks?

It was over, his spouse was really letting go of him. But Zhuang Yi, filled with resolve, looked up at Zhong Lin with tears on his face, “I’m going to chase my wife again.”

Zhuang Yi’s face, usually cool and expressionless, now appeared innocent and alluring with his tear-stained cheeks.

Zhong Lin, unable to resist, swallowed hard, realizing he was indeed swayed by looks. A crying man was still appealing, but he couldn’t give up on his ideal type.

Zhong Lin blushed, whispering, “You’re not forbidden from chasing me. But can you be more mature? I like mature, cool, domineering CEOs. If you really want to pursue me, you can do that, right?”

Zhuang Yi was stunned, nodding blankly. So, he wasn’t even as good as the flashy type; he was just a crybaby. But how could he control his tears? Usually prepared with inhibitors to get through his sensitive period, Zhuang Yi was at a loss now.

Seeing Zhuang Yi nod, Zhong Lin’s voice softened, “Then let go of me.” He placed his hands on Zhuang Yi’s chest, trying to push him away, but the muscle beneath his hands felt too good not to squeeze.

Zhuang Yi, already struggling to hold back, let out a muffled moan as the scent of sage grew stronger. Unable to soothe his condition with pheromones, the increasingly severe effects of the sensitive period made Zhuang Yi bury his face in Zhong Lin’s shoulder and nuzzle wildly, “Wife smells so good, let me smell, I need to smell.”

“You’re not, you’re not…” The hot breath on his ear and neck made Zhong Lin’s body tingle. He realized belatedly, “Zhuang Yi, are you in your sensitive period?”

“Let go of me first, I’ll find you an inhibitor.”

“What should I do, wife? I’m in so much pain.” Zhuang Yi cried even harder, nudging his groin and then gritting his teeth, gesturing towards where Zhong Lin’s glands were. Although he really wanted to mark his spouse, it was clear his wife was not willing, and Zhuang Yi was trembling with the effort of restraint.

“Wife, let me smell you a bit, I love the smell of butter cookies.”

“I’m not a butter cookie, I’m vanilla orchid.” Not wanting to be reduced to a sweet treat, Zhong Lin immediately retorted, seeing Zhuang Yi’s veins on his neck stand out from strain, yet hearing his heartfelt words that seemed genuine.

Then, begrudgingly smoothing things over, Zhong Lin sighed and released a bit of his pheromones to soothe Zhuang Yi.

It’s absurd, my arranged marriage partner is crying and calling me ‘wife,’ wanting to chase me again. What should I do?

Do I like him? Well, my ideal type is a domineering CEO. I’m not soft-hearted, you hear me explain, when did I blush?