WMSR — QT Chapter 183

 

Chapter 183

Naturally, most of these skeptical guys were alphas who had been married for many years. Unlike unmarried alphas or those in the prime of their youth, they no longer paid special attention to the empire's marriage matching every year; after all, they had long since completed their mission and even had children of their own. Within this forum, their status was that of respected old-timers, and their greatest joy each year was to bestow a few words of merciful guidance whenever newlywed alphas posted threads asking for advice, then bask in the worship and profound gratitude of those wet-behind-the-ears kids.

Yet now, looking at the living, breathing example right before their eyes, they were forced to admit: what kind of seniors were they? That envy-inducing alpha on the light screen had essentially started right at the finish line of a lifetime that they could never hope to reach!

Compared to those deeply shaken "seniors," the unmarried alphas or those who had just gotten married that year reacted with far more composure. The moment they saw the thread author display an omega verification badge, a sense of ominous foreboding had already stirred in their hearts; and once those stubbornly disbelieving seniors dug up the poster's identity, they were left with a profound sense of as expected.

Sure enough, it was that fellow again.

Even so, while prior premonitions made them appear much calmer now, it certainly didn't mean their inner feelings were any easier to bear than those of the "seniors". In truth, no one's state of mind was more complicated than their fellow peers from the same batch.

On two previous occasions—whether during their dates or while the Omega Protection Association conducted marriage guidance—they could still comfort themselves by thinking that particular alpha had simply struck gold, stumbling upon an omega with an exceptionally good temper and a uniquely understanding nature. But with that fellow putting on such aloof airs, could one really expect an omega to keep taking the initiative forever? Omegas were pampered and spoiled; even if they were momentarily captivated by some trait of his, as days passed, Colin would surely wake up and realize that alphas like themselves were much better. By then, that alpha would undoubtedly be given the boot by a disillusioned Colin.

Every alpha had held such a firm belief, convincing themselves that what they witnessed earlier must have been a fluke—a scenario that could never possibly repeat itself. The next time they caught wind of news concerning that fellow, it would surely be when Colin filed for divorce, at which point they vowed to come running to mock him thoroughly and trample him a few times to make him face the cold, harsh reality. Yet they never expected to encounter news about that alpha once more so soon. As for the content, when the various alphas read Colin's earnest queries in the thread regarding how to establish a more intimate relationship with an alpha, coupled with the everyday routines Colin listed out and that final, warning-laced declaration—You can curse me all you want, but none of you are allowed to insult my alpha—every single alpha felt their heart twitch with a sharp pang of pain.

In front of one of the light screens on the star network displaying this very thread, a dashing and debonair alpha lowered his head in deep thought for a prolonged moment before an expression of sudden realization dawned upon him, as though he had finally cracked a cosmic secret. He then mustered his courage and walked toward the upper floor, loosening the collar of his shirt as he moved and giving it a couple of tugs to craft a seductive visual effect.

When he arrived before a certain door, he bypassed his usual politeness of knocking first and waiting for permission from within; instead, wearing a charming smile, he directly pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Muir had just finished bathing and was sitting before the vanity mirror in a loose bathrobe, wearing a long-legged posture while wiping his long hair. Finding the door shoved open without a shred of warning, he remained dazed for a long spell, failing to react immediately due to sheer shock.

Yet the entering alpha, noticing that his omega hadn't chased him out on the spot, assumed he had genuinely unlocked the ultimate secret technique: so these omegas really are all talk and full of contradiction! Buoyed by surging confidence, he maintained his charming yet dissolute smile, letting his gaze drift uncontrollably over Muir's straight spine and the expanse of slender, gorgeous legs exposed in a flash of spring scenery. Swallowing hard, he lowered his voice in a husky, seductive tone: "Muir..."

However...

With a sharp crack, a jewelry box was flung ruthlessly toward him, shattering into pieces right at his feet.

Raising his head in a daze, he met Muir's glacial gaze, fraught with murderous intent, as a chilling voice rang out: "Take another step forward with those claws of yours, and see if I don't chop off the meat between your legs right now to make you famous across the entire interstellar network."

Whether it was the murderous look on Muir's face or those heavily threatening words, this alpha—who had been thoroughly immersed in his own fantasies—instantly snapped back to absolute sobriety. Lifting both hands to signal he posed no threat, he scrambled backward in a panicked retreat while sputtering continuous apologies.

That night, when this pitiable alpha was surrounded by members of the Omega Protection Association summoned by Muir in the dead of night and subjected to rigorous re-education, the bitterness in his heart could practically condense into actual tears: As it turns out, that post was entirely a lie! All that nonsense claiming omegas secretly yearn to develop more intimate relationships with alphas—it was all fake!

Colin naturally remained oblivious to the fact that his forum post had instilled a completely erroneous misconception in a certain alpha, driving him to take action and land himself in such a miserably wretched plight. Right now, all of Colin's energy was consumed by a fresh annoyance: Why is that Aaron showing up again?

That's right, ever since that incident, that Aaron still dropped by for visits every few days. Following exhaustive deliberation over pros and cons, Colin had long since resolved to handle shifting situations with unshifting stability; yet watching this scheming alpha frequently exploit the pretext of being a "best friend" to come knocking on their door still left him feeling profoundly displeased.

While harboring this displeasure, Colin clamped down even tighter on his Bai, ensuring that every single minute and second of Aaron's visits stayed squarely under his watchful eyes.

Even so, Colin felt that everything remained well within his control thus far, and what surprised him even more delightfully was how exceptionally cooperative Bai proved to be.

That level of cooperation genuinely exceeded all his expectations: not only did Bai proactively notify him before every single visit from Aaron, but even when Aaron reached out via terminal to invite him out, Bai would inform him as well, planning ways to rebuff the invitation if he sensed Colin's disapproval. Moreover, whenever Aaron dropped by, Bai never once rejected any of his deliberate, clinging displays of intimacy; indeed, there were even intimate gestures he could never pull off during their private moments alone that suddenly became completely immune to rejection whenever Aaron was present.

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