When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Shen Qiao was surrounded by the faint, clear scent of the pine snow, and was finally a little farther away from the strong floral scent. However, the itchiness on his neck, arms, and face was so strong that he couldn't help but want to scratch.

He could only forcibly turn his attention away, turned his head against Lu Zhe's jacket to look at the Hank player.

If he was still puzzled before, then in the second half of Lu Zhe's arrival, he was basically certain--

This person's pheromone spilled in his direction deliberately.

After the other party basically said a word, Shen Qiao could feel that the concentration of Omega pheromone wrapped around him was heavier, and the floral scent constantly wanted to go to the back of his neck, as if he wanted to arouse him. The glands resonate.

As we all know, Alpha will be affected by Omega's estrus pheromone, which will have a strong desire for O that emits sweet pheromone, and will even lose reason and want to mark the opponent regardless of the situation.

The reason for this conclusion is that Shen Qiao judged according to the degree of Omega's pheromone overflow. Judging from his current state of extremely serious allergies, if the other party cannot control the pheromone distribution, it is estimated that the first row in front of the stage The audience has already noticed it.

But no.

He is the only one affected in the audience, which shows that the other party intends to direct the pheromone to his side.

"Don't move..." Seeing him involuntarily trying to rub the cold wall with his red arm, Lu Zhe took his arm, his eyes were clearly anxious, his other hand was holding the phone, his fingertips turned white vigorously.

Just now he learned that there is no doctor in the stadium, and no one can deal with this pheromone symptom at present, so he has contacted the car, and now he is going to take Shen Qiao directly to the hospital.

Shen Qiao's eyes turned back, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, but his voice was very soft, giving people the illusion that he was acting like a baby.

He was saying: "It's itchy."

Lu Zhe was so distressed that he almost pulled him towards the exit behind the stage with half a hug, his voice was full of comfort, but somehow he couldn't help but tremble in his voice: "Take it for a while, be good. , I called the driver, go to the hospital now, do you have medicine with you?"

Shen Qiao nodded, "In the bag."

His current symptoms are a bit serious. The medicine does not take effect too quickly. He doesn't even know whether the temporary inhibition can be achieved. Lu Zhe can only hold the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and call Manager Zhou and the others as he walks out. Call and ask them to bring the medicine in Shen Qiao's bag.

quickly.

The two followed the staff out of the stadium. Lu Zhe led Shen Qiao into the team's car. After opening the door to let him in and sitting down, he turned back to see Manager Zhou chasing him from behind with water, and then turned back to pick him up. After the exchange, both of them got in the car.

Lu Zhe sharply saw that the redness on Shen Qiao's neck became more serious under the lights of the car, and there were several red marks sliding on it.

His condition is a bit unwell, his breathing rhythm has changed, and the coat of Lu Zhe that he wore before was also thrown aside by him. I don’t know if he is a little unconscious. Lu Zhe looked worried, but he didn’t dare. Too close.

"Qiao Qiao," Lu Zhe brought water to his neighborhood, leaned over and said softly, "Take some medicine first."

Manager Zhou in the front row confirmed with the driver the length of the journey to the nearby hospital, and then glanced at the situation of Lu Zhe and Shen Qiao behind him. Seeing that Lu Zhe wanted to get close but did not dare to get too close, he secretly committed evil in his heart, and then shook him. Shaking his head, he stopped looking, took out his mobile phone and made several calls in a row, with a low voice.

...

Shen Qiao was a little groggy, unconsciously scratching the itchy place on his skin, perhaps because of his unclear mind. He could not help but shiver when he smelled the scent of pine and snow, and wanted to leave the horrible memory. A little farther.

However, he always felt nostalgic, and couldn't help crying in a low voice:

"Lu Zhe..."

The Songxue tasted a lot weaker, a temperature fell by his side, and the temperature was on his lips. As soon as Shen Qiao tasted it, it was bitter. It was Lu Zhe who fed him the pills with water.

Then he heard the hot breath ringing in his ears, with endless tenderness: "I am here, don't be afraid, I am here..."

Shen Qiao didn't know whether he was stimulated by the bitter taste, or was brought back a little by Lu Zhe's voice, leaning on his shoulder, and after a while, whispered: "Your pheromone smells so bad."

Lu Zhe let out a "um", he didn't take off his restraining bracelet when he left the stadium. He saw Shen Qiao throwing away his coat, and he knew that he used his pheromone to separate the O's in the stadium before. Pheromone is just an urgent move. In this situation, it is really inappropriate for oneself to release the pheromone to make the opponent worse.

After all...Shen Qiao had a physiological aversion to his pheromone.

He touched Shen Qiao's head indifferently, and responded to his words: "Yes, this tastes really bad."

From birth to the present, Lu Zhe has never disliked his gender as much as he does now. He thought, if he is a good Beta, he would not have such a pheromone taste, and he would not get sick in his heart. At that time, I couldn't help with anything, and I was at a loss.

Hearing his words, Shen Qiao muffled his lips silently, and suddenly raised his hand to climb his neck, raised his head slightly, and said to Lu Zhe in a low voice, hoarsely:

"But I like it."

Lu Zhe turned his head and kissed his hair, although Shen Qiao said he liked it, he still converged his pheromone to the extreme.

Shen Qiao was a little irritated by the itch. He raised his hand to scratch, but was caught by Lu Zhe. There was a soft smile in his voice, like the morning wind and soft clouds on the horizon. Can make people forget the pain temporarily:

"Don't scratch, it won't look good if you scratch it again."

Shen Qiao's throat moved, as if seduced by his voice, he unexpectedly offered an invitation:

"Mark me."

He said: "Lu Zhe, I'm so uncomfortable, you mark me as before."

Lu Zhe knew that he was referring to the fact that during the time when they were in love, he pressed people in the corners where no one was looking and bit the gland marks in the alley on the way home after school.

At that time, he didn't know the consequences of doing this, but out of instinct, he wanted to let the whole world know that this person was his own, and then he made a mistake and made Shen Qiao's symptoms of Omega allergy better .

then……

When he went to the hospital to accompany Shen Qiao to see a doctor in the next course of treatment, he found that Shen Qiao was holding the test results and was accused by the beautiful female doctor with staring eyes: "You are too foolish!"

"You know that your glands are not well developed, so you let another Alpha pheromone inject? Do you know how overbearing your Alpha pheromone is? This pheromone may completely destroy your glands, to You may have surgery..."

Lu Zhe heard a cold sweat outside the door.

He was embarrassed and apologetic. After Shen Qiao came out with the prescription sheet, he followed behind him with a guilty conscience, and said, "I'm sorry."

As a result, Shen Qiao stopped in front of him, held his pocket with one hand, raised his sword eyebrows, sneered at him as usual, and said slowly:

"Apologize for what?"

"Isn't this something you love me? It's not you forcing me."

Lu Zhe looked at his eyes carefully, and did not find the slightest sign of regret from the bottom of his eyes, which showed that Shen Qiao clearly knew what he had done.

But no matter what Shen Qiao thinks--

Lu Zhe still felt regret.

From then on, he decided that before Shen Qiao's situation got better, he would never do this kind of hurting the other party again, and he would rather be marked by Shen Qiao the other way around.

...

Raising his hand and spreading his fingertips, Lu Zhe sighed and refused helplessly: "No."

There was forbearance in his voice: "Forbearance again, I will be at the hospital soon, eh?"

Shen Qiao seemed to be caught in a certain kind of stubbornness, repeating to Lu Zhe again and again, his hoarse voice was stained with turbid air and breathed on Lu Zhe's neck, making Lu Zhe also itchy like an allergy: "Mark me."

Lu Zhe's eyes darkened and deepened, as if an endless storm was about to roll up from inside, and like an endless ocean about to anger, his voice was not as firm as before, but he repeated:

"No, Jojo."

"You behave, okay?" He lowered his head to kiss Shen Qiao's ears, moving very lightly and with pity. It was obvious that he was the healthy one. However, if Manager Zhou looked back, he would find that his expression was more ill than he was. The one is more fragile, as if it can be broken with just one touch.

He was so sad that even his voice was trembling, and he almost prayed.

Shen Qiao's throat moved, and finally he didn't embarrass him anymore.

The car stopped at this time, and the front row manager Zhou immediately opened the door. When the air with the smell of disinfectant entered the car with the wind, Lu Zhe was relieved and took Shen Qiao out of the car.

Emergency registration, treatment——

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner in the hospital.

When Lu Zhe sat with Shen Qiao in the quiet small room and hung the bottle, Manager Zhou walked to the door, glanced at the way Shen Qiao was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, and beckoned to Lu Zhe.

Lu Zhe kissed Shen Qiao's forehead and helped him remove the forehead that was about to block his eyes. Then he got up and walked out. When he went out, he moved gently and closed the door.

Manager Zhou's voice immediately sounded:

"The explanation given to me over there is that this person did not expect that he was in estrus today, so he was a little gaffe on the stage, affecting the wolf pups, and wanted to discuss with us a way to compensate..."

The gentleness in Lu Zhe's eyes retreated, leaving only the cold like ice and snow.

There was even a breathtaking coolness in his voice: "He did it on purpose."

He didn't say his own judgment, his eyes fell on the void, and his black eyes were soaked in frost-like Ling Ling: "I don't care if he is a fan or something else—"

"I want him to get out of the e-sports circle. He doesn't deserve to stand in this arena."

The author has something to say:

But I feel sorry for Lu Gou, he is such a precious person.