TPM Chapter 4

The Little Young Master didn’t expect that some people’s beds could stay broken for a whole month and still show signs of further collapsing.

Watching the alpha, who was now practically acting like he owned the place, pacing around his home, the Omega finally couldn’t hold back anymore: “You—”

“Feeling uncomfortable again?” The Little Young Master was cut off before he could finish his sentence. “It’s been a month now, and you’re still feeling sick every day?”

According to what he had read, things were supposed to stabilize after the early stages, but the alpha frowned, deciding he needed to study more on this subject.

Looking tense, the alpha helped the Little Young Master sit on the sofa and started playing some soothing music to help him relax. The Little Young Master’s situation was a bit complicated. They say that when an Omega is pregnant, they need their alpha’s comfort the most, but that scummy alpha was nowhere to be found.

Seeing how uncomfortable the Little Young Master had been before, the archenemy silently vowed to himself. Hmph, that scummy alpha better hope he never finds him, or he’ll make sure the guy’s picking his teeth up off the ground!

In the beginning, he hadn’t ruled out the idea of convincing the Little Young Master to terminate the pregnancy.

But for some reason, the moment he found out the Little Young Master was pregnant, his chest filled with an overwhelming sense of bitterness. It was like he had swallowed a whole bunch of sour grapes, the bitterness clogging his throat, leaving him bewildered and slightly panicked.

But before he could think it through, that inexplicable anger surfaced. How could the Little Young Master decide to settle down with someone else after just a month? The anger kept growing, but when he saw the Little Young Master’s pale face, stubbornly holding on, all he felt was heartache.

He just wanted to ask if the Little Young Master was in pain.

Pregnant Omegas face so many dangers, especially since the Little Young Master was living alone. What if he fell? What if he suddenly felt unwell? What if he couldn’t sleep or got leg cramps? The alpha spent an entire night researching online, and the next day, he dismantled his own bed.

“Ugh—” The Little Young Master used to manage just fine on his own, any minor discomforts would pass if he just endured them for a while. But after being cared for so meticulously by his archenemy for a month, it was a different story.

“My head feels a bit dizzy,” the Little Young Master complained.

“Want me to massage it?” The archenemy lowered his voice, seeking the Little Young Master’s permission.

“Okay.” The Little Young Master agreed.

Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be kicking this guy out?

Oh well, considering that this alpha’s head massages were actually pretty nice, the Little Young Master decided to delay evicting him for a few more days.

“Press a bit harder.”

“Here?”

“Higher up.”

“Okay.”

What he didn’t expect was that this discomfort wouldn’t pass like it usually did. By around eight o’clock that evening, the Little Young Master was feeling even worse. He was lying alone in the master bedroom, and by the time the alpha noticed something was wrong and rushed over, the Little Young Master was already in a cold sweat from the pain. A water glass had fallen to the floor, and it was the sound of it breaking that woke the alpha.

Ignoring the shards of glass underfoot, the alpha scooped the Little Young Master up in his arms and sped to the hospital.

The Little Young Master’s face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Luckily, it wasn’t serious. The Little Young Master was just lacking the alpha’s pheromones, but this incident served as a wake-up call for both of them.

When the Little Young Master woke up, his archenemy was sitting in the chair beside the bed, staring off into space. Hearing the rustle of the blanket, the alpha quickly turned his head.

“Water.” The Little Young Master mumbled, still feeling dizzy.

“Right away, right away.” The archenemy, who was still learning how to take care of people, fumbled with the cup.

The room was quiet, the alpha supporting the Little Young Master with one hand while holding the cup with the other.

After a long silence, the alpha finally spoke, slowly, “So, where is that alpha?”

In the past month, he hadn’t asked the Little Young Master this question. Maybe, deep down, he didn’t want that alpha to come back.

But he couldn’t bear to see the Little Young Master suffer.

The Little Young Master didn’t say anything.

“The doctor said you need—” The archenemy began to explain.

The Little Young Master turned to face him. Inside, he was already a mess, feeling conflicted and uncertain. Could he really just tell his archenemy that the alpha in question was him?

The Little Young Master wasn’t sure.

Although his archenemy had been taking care of him, there was a difference between temporary care and a lifelong commitment.

When he was a child, his alpha father had also promised to always take care of him and his Omega dad, but in the end?

It was all temporary.

“I don’t need him,” the Little Young Master’s voice was tinged with reluctance, but he still felt wronged. Thinking of that alpha who was always opposing him, the Little Young Master said, “That scummy alpha only makes me angry.”

This time, it was the archenemy’s turn to fall silent. In the end, the alpha sighed and left the room.

The Little Young Master closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, and only opened them again after hearing the door close.

He fell asleep again not long after. His body was still weak, and he quickly grew tired.

“I bought some porridge; get up and have a little.”

The Little Young Master was woken by the archenemy gently patting him, a bowl of porridge placed on the side.

“Mm.” The Little Young Master sat up, noticing for the first time a small glass bottle beside the porridge.

“I just checked our compatibility,” the archenemy’s voice sounded a bit strained, but he seemed genuinely happy. “Our match is as high as 96%!”

“This is my pheromone; it should help relieve your discomfort.”

“I’ll take good care of you.” The alpha seemed to have made up his mind, staring earnestly into the Little Young Master’s eyes.

The Little Young Master’s heart skipped a beat, and he hastily looked away from the archenemy’s gaze.

The archenemy kept talking, saying, “I won’t be like that scummy alpha.”

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