By early evening, many prosecutors saw the infamous troublemaker Eugene Oddis—who had made headlines multiple times—walking out of the special prison, trailing behind Prosecutor Luo Hai.
A monitoring anklet with a glowing green light was fastened around his ankle. Yet, he wore a bright, cheerful smile, wagging along like an oversized golden retriever, happily following its owner.
Some people stopped by the windows to enjoy the spectacle. Others lowered their voices, whispering among themselves. But no one actually intervened. After all, everyone knew that Eugene’s case was Luo Hai’s responsibility, and no one was foolish enough to poke at the cold-faced prosecutor.
“They’re all watching us,” Eugene murmured.
Luo Hai ignored him.
“Is it common to take a death row inmate out of prison just two days before their execution?” Eugene grinned. “Probably not, huh?”
Still, Luo Hai said nothing.
“What do you think they’re saying?” Eugene leaned in. “Maybe they think you have some… unusual tastes? The famous ice-cold prosecutor—rather than picking an Omega from their prison, you went and brought home an Alpha from the special prison instead…”
Before he could finish, Luo Hai grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward roughly.
“Say one more word, and I’ll make sure you never speak again,” Luo Hai said icily.
Eugene’s grin remained, but he exaggeratedly mimed zipping his lips shut and obediently followed behind.
The sun dipped lower, its fiery red glow burning through the clouds, casting a crimson hue over half the world.
When they reached the apartment, Luo Hai unlocked the door, tossed the keys onto the shoe cabinet, and spoke in a flat tone, “Your movement is restricted to this apartment and a 100-meter radius around it. If your ankle monitor detects that you’ve stepped outside this range, it will immediately alert me and call the police. If you don’t return within five minutes, the prosecution office will issue a warrant for your arrest. At that point, it won’t be me—”
Before Luo Hai could finish, Eugene pressed down on his shoulders and shoved him onto the couch.
It was the first time Luo Hai directly felt how strong Eugene was. In that instant, he finally understood why, during interrogations, the guards had kept his hands bound behind the chair the entire time.
Then, Eugene kissed him.
A deep, searing kiss—forceful and unrelenting, giving no time to prepare.
His movements were practiced, premeditated. Before Luo Hai’s reflexes could kick in, Eugene had already pried his lips open, taking complete control.
Luo Hai drove his knee into Eugene’s stomach with full force.
Eugene grunted but didn’t back down. He tightened his grip around Luo Hai’s wrists and pinned his legs down with his knee, leaving no room for resistance.
The sharp scent of an Alpha’s pheromones filled the air—no better anesthetic, no more intoxicating drug. Eugene watched with fascination as the ice in Luo Hai’s eyes slowly melted, his breath growing uneven and ragged, betraying an instinctual need he could not suppress.
Eugene gradually loosened his grip. Luo Hai had already lost the strength to fight back.
“That’s it,” Eugene whispered. “Don’t resist. You need this. Only I can give it to you. Only I can save you.”
……
Luo Hai lost track of how many times they did it that night.
They moved from the entrance to the couch, from the couch to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom.
His body was like a parched, cracked canyon—starved for nourishment for far too long. His pheromone levels were in complete disarray, making him crave the Alpha’s touch again and again, beyond his control.
The scent in the air was sometimes sharp, sometimes cloyingly sweet, like the aftermath of a chaotic battle.
For what felt like the countless time, Eugene flipped over and pinned Luo Hai’s wrists down. His voice was hoarse. “The ice-cold prosecutor, the symbol of Alpha authority, turns out to be an Omega who can’t even control himself during his heat. Tell me—if all those Alphas who worship you found out, what do you think they’d say?”
Luo Hai’s dazed eyes suddenly sharpened. In a swift motion, he flipped Eugene over, pinning him beneath him.
“I’m not an Omega,” he said.
“Oh?” Eugene chuckled. He lifted his chin, leaned in close to Luo Hai’s ear, and murmured, “Then you must be a monster. A creature neither Alpha nor Omega, unwanted by anyone.”
Luo Hai didn’t hesitate—he swung his fist and landed a brutal punch to Eugene’s jaw.
He put considerable strength into it. Even in the throes of what should have left him utterly weak, Luo Hai managed to make Eugene taste blood.
Eugene grinned, spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor, then slammed his forehead against Luo Hai’s. Luo Hai recoiled in pain, giving Eugene the opening to twist his arm behind his back and shove him down.
Up close, Luo Hai’s eyes were clear as glass, filled with fury and hatred, making them the most beautiful thing Eugene had ever seen.
Then he lowered his head and kissed him again, the taste of blood still fresh in his mouth.
…..
The night was less a night of intimacy and more a violent brawl.
By the end of it, the bedsheets were equally stained with sweat and blood. Eugene lay flat on his back, feeling as if every bone in his body had been broken and put back together.
Dawn was breaking, a pale sliver of light creeping over the distant horizon, but most of the world was still shrouded in darkness, not yet fully awake.
Luo Hai was still in the bathroom, the sound of running water trickling through the quiet room.
Eugene dragged himself up with difficulty and leaned into the wardrobe mirror. A bruise was forming on his jaw and brow bone, and a thin streak of blood trailed from the corner of his lips.
He reached up, touching the injured spots, and hissed in pain.
If someone had told him he’d get his ass handed to him by an Omega in bed, he would’ve laughed himself to death.
But if that Omega was Luo Hai—yeah, it made perfect sense.
Before long, the bathroom door opened, and Luo Hai stepped out in a bathrobe, bringing a wave of steam with him.
His expression had returned to its usual calm—those finely sculpted features as still and unmoved as if chiseled from stone.
Two thin trails of blood ran down the back of his neck, mixing with the water droplets still clinging to his skin before disappearing beneath the collar of his robe. But the gland at the back of his neck remained smooth and untouched, unmarked.
“You can’t mark me.” Luo Hai glanced at him and said coldly, “My gland’s function was nearly destroyed by medication. It’s impossible to mark me.”
“I know,” Eugene replied with a grin. “I just wanted to try. Call it… a form of pleasure.”
Luo Hai said nothing. He simply walked over to the wardrobe and began dressing.
His closet was meticulously organized—suits and casual wear lined up neatly from left to right, even his ties sorted by category.
Eugene watched him get dressed, amusement in his gaze. “You should be thanking me, Prosecutor Luo Hai. If it weren’t for me, you’d be so deep in heat right now, you wouldn’t even make it to work.”
Luo Hai’s hands paused briefly—just for a second—before he strode out of the bedroom without another word.
A moment later, Eugene heard the sound of a door slamming shut. Loudly.
He clicked his tongue and rubbed his ear.
Maybe he’d gone a little too far.
…….
When Colin walked into Luo Hai’s office that day, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the sharp, overpowering scent of mint in the room had faded significantly, replaced by a lighter, fresher aroma.
Glancing at Prosecutor Luo Hai’s face, he still looked undeniably exhausted, with some inexplicable bruises on his forehead. However, his overall complexion was much better than in the past few days, and his whole demeanor seemed more relaxed.
Colin, feeling relieved, stepped forward and handed a cup of coffee to Luo Hai, who was staring at his computer screen.
For Luo Hai, who hadn’t slept all night, the coffee was a lifesaver. He took it, drank two sips, and said, “Thanks.”
“Are you feeling better?” Colin asked.
“It wasn’t anything serious to begin with, just a minor cold.” Luo Hai replied nonchalantly.
Colin had never heard of a cold causing someone’s pheromones to spiral so wildly out of control, but since his superior wasn’t planning to explain, he wasn’t about to pry.
“Any updates?” Luo Hai asked.
“Oh, right!” Colin suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit and hurried over to Luo Hai’s desk. “Just as you predicted, last night, members of Lightwing did attempt to infiltrate the special prison and break Eugene Oddis out.”
“Did they catch them?” Luo Hai asked.
“All four of them—three Omegas and one Beta—are now in detention, waiting for police interrogation.”
Luo Hai nodded, his expression unchanged. Colin, however, couldn’t hide his excitement and continued, “Taking Oddis out of prison was a genius move! They completely fell into the trap. But how did you know someone would come to rescue him?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Luo Hai kept his eyes on the computer screen, speaking as he worked. “Even the weakest creatures will fight back when pushed to the extreme. Oddis is the backbone of Lightwing, their only Alpha. Without him, the rest of them are like rabbits at a slaughterhouse—lined up, waiting to be taken down. So of course, they would do whatever it takes to get him back.”
Colin nodded in understanding. “If that’s the case, why not just move up his execution date? The sooner he’s dealt with, the sooner we can be at ease.”
Luo Hai’s hand paused for a moment as he stared at a single letter on the screen for a long time.
“Prosecutor Luo Hai?” Colin waved a hand in front of Luo Hai’s eyes.
“I’m neither blind nor have an attention disorder.” Luo Hai put down the mouse and turned to look at Colin. “The reason I didn’t kill him is that I think something is off.”
“What?” Colin was stunned.
“Do you remember how Eugene Oddis was caught?” Luo Hai asked.
“Of course I do.” Colin said. “At the time, we discovered that a detergent factory in the southern district contained explosives. When we got there, we found Oddis preparing the explosives. We caught him red-handed; he didn’t even have a chance to defend himself.”
“Exactly.” Luo Hai said, subconsciously tapping his index finger on the desk twice. “But don’t you think there are a lot of problems with this?”
“What problems?”
“First, if it was truly an ongoing bombing operation, why was Oddis the only one there when we arrived? Where were the other members of Lightwings? Luo Hai asked. “Second, Oddis is a cunning and meticulous criminal who orchestrated more than ten terrorist attacks without ever being caught. Why, on that particular occasion, did he just sit there like a sloth, waiting to be arrested? And most importantly, where did the tip about explosives in the detergent factory come from?”
Colin’s eyes widened. “Are you saying…”
“I don’t know.” Luo Hai turned back to the computer screen. “Without an investigation and evidence, I can’t be sure of anything. But I believe Eugene Oddis has a plan, and until I figure out what it is, I won’t let him die so easily.”
