My Senior Is an Omega - Chapter 4

Yuan-ge’s ex-husband came for him.

I knew who he was: a titan of the finance world who had secured the number-one spot on the rich list while still in his thirties.

But he seemed to have something seriously wrong with his brain.

All those rotten alpha habits—being stubborn, arrogant, and too proud to bow his head—were on vivid display in him.

Alphas competed through pheromones. His scent was an overwhelming tide of red wine. Mine smelled nice too, admittedly: vanilla ice cream, exactly like the fifteen-yuan-a-scoop kind from the campus convenience store.

How was I supposed to compete with that!

None of that really mattered. I wasn’t afraid to bleed for love. But I had never seen Yuan-ge look at me with such complicated eyes.

He was still in love with that alpha.

I had truly lost without a fight.

Before I could work out the difference between the ideal type my mother had mentioned and someone who genuinely stirred my heart, my ideal type had already run off with another man all by himself.

“Heartbroken?”

I was sitting on a bench at the hospital when my senior’s voice suddenly came from above me.

I jerked my head up. He wore a T-shirt and straight-legged trousers, his long hair tied carelessly behind his head. A few loose strands rested on his shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze.

He looked even younger than I did.

I asked instead, “Senior, why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?”

He tipped his chin at me. “Come with me.”

Thoroughly confused, I stood and followed him.

We ended up at the convenience store across from the hospital. My senior took two cups of ice cream and handed me the vanilla one.

Only then did he say, “The cell culture room was contaminated.”

The ice cream slipped from my hand and rolled to his side.

He tore open the wrapper and put it back in my hand. “Relax. Your cells aren’t dead.”

I let out a long breath.

Then he added calmly, “Half of mine are.”

This time, even my hair stood on end. Dear heavens, who could understand how I, the nominal second author, cared more about whether those cells lived or died than the first author did?

My senior already had countless papers to his name. I had barely taken the first step of my ten-thousand-mile march.

He took a perfectly casual bite of ice cream and dropped another bomb on me. “And every lab at the university is fully booked today.”

I was struck by lightning. Three seconds later, I decisively pulled out my phone. “Don’t worry, Senior. I’ll ask my dad whether he can build us a lab by this afternoon.”

My senior leisurely finished his ice cream. “My college roommate said we can use his lab. We have to wait until eleven, though, and the subway and buses will have stopped running by then.”

My hand shot up. “I’ll drive you, Senior.”

My title as an “academic Daji” had finally been cemented once more.

I was just about to enjoy my ice cream when I realized my senior had eaten both cups.

He had the little wooden spoon between his teeth and a dab of ice cream still clinging to his lips. When he noticed me staring, he looked faintly puzzled. Then, right in front of me, he flicked out the tip of his tongue and licked the ice cream from his lips.

Ah!!!

I exploded on the spot.

Senior, weren’t you supposed to hate alphas?!

You were an omega, licking ice cream off your lips in front of a hot-blooded young alpha like me. If any other bastard saw you doing that, they would take it as sexual innuendo on the spot!!

At eleven that night, we arrived at another university’s lab.

Beneath the stark fluorescent lights, my senior began the procedure in his usual methodical way. It would take at least three hours. I yawned, knowing there was no chance we would make it back to the dorm.

Where would he stay tonight? A hotel? But he seemed allergic to hotel bedding. The last time we traveled together, little red bumps had broken out across his neck and arms.

He couldn’t go back to the dorm, and he couldn’t stay at a hotel. That seemed to leave only one place.

I thought of my little apartment.

Thank goodness I had rented a two-bedroom place. It wasn’t far from here, either. There should still be some greens and eggs in the fridge, and I hadn’t eaten the prawns Mom sent me. I could cook him a bowl of noodles.

His stomach was weak. Staying up all night to run an experiment was bound to make it hurt.

“What are you daydreaming about?” my senior called.

I hurriedly answered, “Nothing.

“But Senior, are you sure you don’t need my help?”

He gave me a speechless look, and I immediately felt guilty.

As everyone knew, experiments might be scientific procedures, but every part of them was steeped in mysticism.

Take this one. When my senior did it, everything went smoothly. But when it was my turn, even perfectly copying his clothes and the exact place he stood did no good.

I had even begun to suspect it was because I didn’t have long hair.

Time passed one second at a time. My eyelids began to droop, and his figure blurred before me. The back of my neck itched. I scratched it, then checked my wristband. Good. My pheromone level was a little high, but still within the normal range.

Better not sleep. I would stay awake.

To fight the fatigue, I struck up a conversation. “Senior, do you remember what appeared on one of my old WB runs?”

Leaning against the lab bench, he said, “A heart. I remember you dragging me over to look at it like an idiot.”

I scratched my head with a grin. “I may be hopeless at experiments, but in a certain sense, couldn’t I be called a genius too?”

My senior rolled his neck and reached up to massage it. “Pity that beta didn’t see it. Maybe he would’ve fallen for you.”

“Yuan-ge doesn’t like me.” I explained, “And I find it strange too. He fits everything I imagined in a partner, but when I saw him being taken away, my feelings were all over the place. I felt everything except real sadness.”

I muttered to myself, “Why is that? Could Mom be right that I can’t tell my ideal type from someone who truly moves my heart? But I’ve never felt that way about anyone…”

“Bai Yuanfeng, stop talking for a moment.”

My senior cut me off without warning.

The air seemed to grow thick around us, and I caught the scent of pheromones that did not belong to an alpha.

Mint.

There were only two people in the lab, my senior and me.

If it wasn’t mine, then…

Senior!!

He had gone into heat!!