desire reconciliation

There is a strange feeling in the military department today, and the reason is that Marshal Uriah, their ten thousand-year-old iceberg face, seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

Uriah arrived at the marshal's office early in the morning and opened the terminal to browse today's report.

I don't know why his eyelids have been twitching since the morning, and he just pretended that he didn't have a good rest.

Not long after, Justu knocked on the door and came in.

Justu was an adjutant hand-picked by Uriah when he took office five years ago. He usually gossips, but he is very serious about his work.

"Marshal, a new batch of adjutant candidates has arrived in the hall of the military headquarters, and all personnel information has been sent to your terminal." He reported.

......

Uriah was rarely absent-minded, and his thoughts were still immersed in the Omega with his pheromone and double S mental power last night.

This time the marshal wanted to choose a new adjutant, and the military department had been discussing it for a long time.

Some people say that this is Marshal Uriah's first step in preparing to fight back against the imperial family. First, increase his cronies and win over power; others say that Marshal Uriah has too much power, and the royal family wants to divide his power.

There are different opinions about the selection of the new lieutenant, and the reason may only be known to Uriah himself.

"Okay, I see, the interview can start now, you let them come in one by one."

"As ordered."

Uriah opened the personnel information just sent to him by Justu, and then heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Uriah's eyes stopped on the document where "Lancelot" was clearly written in the name.

A little too unbelievable to even notice a person approaching.

"Marshal Uriah, when will the interview start?"

Uriah couldn't recover from that name for a long time, and luckily felt that it was a coincidence that it was the person with the same name.But he raised his head suddenly when he heard this voice, which he had only heard a few hours ago.

It's just that there was an extra layer of meaning at that time.

Uriah stood up, wearing a black military uniform to add a bit of majesty to him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at the man in front of him who was so different from yesterday.

This person was wearing a military uniform similar to him, half a head shorter than him, but already tall as an Omega.

Fair complexion, light blond hair, and a pair of clear light blue pupils, at this time there is a just right

polite smile.

Uriah was still lamenting the fate of fate one second ago, and only realized the next second, what kind of Omega can enter the military headquarters?

He looked at the personnel information again, only to see "Male Beta" in the gender column.

"Does this mean that you want to see me at all costs by forging your identity?" Uriah's smile was malicious.

Lancelot looked at the unprincipled marshal in front of him, and felt that this person seemed different from what he remembered.

"Is this how Marshal Uriah interviews his adjutants?" Lancelot raised his eyebrows, showing no restraint that the interviewee should have.

Seeing that his face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, Uriah doubted his own charm. He took two steps forward and got closer to Lancelot.

The four eyes met, and the distance was getting closer and closer. When he was about to press Lancelot's face, Uriah stopped because he caught a trace of panic in Lancelot's eyes.

"Of course it's only for you." Uriah withdrew to a normal social distance and paced aside.

He walked around behind Lancelot, and when he was close to Lancelot's glands, he smelled the familiar smell from last night again, but it was already very weak.

But even if there is only a trace left, he can still capture it keenly.

It can be said that Omega is sexually harassed by someone so close to smelling the glands, and this person is Alpha.

Lancelot took a step back and subconsciously punched Uriah.

Unexpectedly, Uriah's reaction was much faster than his. He easily received Omega's punch with his palm, twisted the man's hand behind his back, and pressed it against the wall.

At the same time, Uriah exuded a strong cedar-flavored pheromone that wrapped Lancelot tightly.

The mental power mixed in the pheromone gives people a strong sense of coercion. Uriah originally wanted to use this trick to suppress Lancelot, but facing him who also has double S mental power, releasing the pheromone is not so much a Suppressing, it would be more like molesting.

Uriah didn't realize this until after releasing the pheromone, but the pheromone had already been released. Fortunately, the cedar-flavored pheromone was allowed to roam around the office.

Lancelot frowned slightly.

"It's not like I didn't hear it last night." Uriah pressed the man against the wall, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear of hurting him, and what he said was still out of tune.

"If Marshal Uriah wants to retest my melee combat skills, I will

Of course I can accompany you. Lancelot snorted coldly. He needed to raise his head to meet Uriah's eyes. Even if he lowered his head by half, his aura was no less than that of the man in front of him.

Uriah thought that this little guy would spit out some unexpected words, but he didn't expect it to be so boring: "If I remember correctly, my name is still on the top of the list of melee combat skills in the entire empire. Wouldn't it be nice for me to beat you?" Suffer."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Lancelot refused to accept, trying to break free from his restraints, but his struggle was completely ineffective under Uriah's suppression.

Uriah thought for a while, "Okay." He took a step back and let go of the man.

Lancelot took a step forward and rolled up his sleeves, as if he could fight someone in the next second.

Uriah leisurely put his hands behind his back, without any sense of urgency.

In addition to the office area, the Marshal's Office also has a separate meeting room.

The buildings of the military headquarters are all the products of the highest technology in the empire. As long as the command is input, the conference room can instantly become a simulated fighting arena.

When the two entered the fighting arena, their coats were thrown aside.

"let's start."

When Lancelot heard his words, he was not polite, and kicked him with a kick. Uriah avoided it calmly, but unexpectedly, the man suddenly changed direction and kicked him under the chin. The position was changed to his lower abdomen.

He intentionally made an untimely counter-blocking movement, took advantage of Lancelot's lack of retraction, grabbed his ankle when he was about to succeed, and pressed it down, "Interesting."

Uriah's other arm quickly bent down to grab Omega's legs, and he fell across his shoulders.

Uriah is a straight A, how can he be tender on the same bed the night before, and be thrown directly by the Omega the next day.

But his reaction was also fast, and he withdrew his strength instantly when flipping the person into the air. In the end, a move that should have been solidly smashed on the ground turned into a soft flip, and Uriah even became the meat himself. pad.

Then, when Lancelot got up and punched, Uriah quickly dodged behind him with a short body, wrapped his arms upwards, and instantly restrained his movements...

The interview took an extraordinarily long time, because the two fought several rounds in the meeting room temporarily converted into a fighting arena.

After a few bouts, Lancelot was already dripping with sweat, the sweat soaked his shirt, and the material was clinging to his body, and his perfect lines were as if

looming.

Uriah, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, "How about it, is it better?" His tone was full of provocation.

Uriah won all these competitions without exception.

Of course, he must have played tricks, and even secretly took advantage of others during the competition, but I have to admit that Lancelot, as an Omega, can reach this level is really remarkable.

Maybe many Alphas in the military department can't beat him, no wonder this person has been able to disguise himself as a Beta and stay in the military department for so long.

"Better." Lancelot half-bent and supported his knees, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and did not hide the sharpness of his eyes.

Uriah felt that he might be able to continue the competition without stopping this person. He raised his hand: "Okay, that's all for today. If the competition continues, I feel like I'm bullying others."

"I just said, why didn't you let me mark the dead last night? It turned out that it was because I was going to interview the adjutant of the marshal today." He changed the layout of the conference room back as he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, under Uriah's gaze, Lancelot, who was standing a few steps away from him, suddenly swayed, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted, and fell backwards.

Uriah strode up to him just as he was about to fall to the ground, and caught him.

Then he smelled the familiar scent of rosemary in the air, frighteningly strong.

I saw that Omega, who had fought with him a few rounds just now, was blushing, and his eyes were wandering back and forth between blurred and clear.

Uriah's hands froze in mid-air.

"You...are in heat."