Weak Chicken Alpha Divorce Strategy

You rub your stomach, and then look at the speaker's wife who is working hard. The sweet taste of pineapple tickles your heart, so you decide to eat a little.

The food box is very large, kept at a constant temperature, stacked with thin, grilled to brown and oily barbecue, fresh seasonal vegetables, colorful berries, and complex side dishes. The dish is placed on the other side, which should be a special request.

You pick up the fork and eat with a serious posture, chewing carefully without making a sound.

The speaker flips through the papers, looking up at you from time to time.

Your dedicated chafan.

"Don't you want to eat?"

The speaker pointed his fingers at the table, and his icy blue eyes fell on the pineapple salad. You couldn't help but tense your back, looked at the speaker hesitantly, pursed your mouth, and slowly opened the transparent cover of the pineapple salad.

The already sweet air became even sweeter. The chairman put down the documents and looked at you with his chin propped up. Your original intention to eat something casual was gone, so you picked a big one bravely.

Pineapple is so nasty.

Alpha's pheromones are so sweet and so sweet.

With a blank expression on your face, you picked up the salad, and suddenly your fingers touched a strange bump on the bottom of the food box, and it fell gently on the table.

a note.

You looked at the speaker suspiciously, he didn't express anything, that cold and beautiful face showed no emotion at all, silent and indifferent.

You unfold the note, a line of handsome and powerful words.

[Don't just eat salad, Lance]

Signed: DeMille

that beta

Your fingers are slightly stiff, and your heart seems to have been patted gently, and the nervousness is gone.

You put down the note, speechless, Lance probably noticed it too, his icy blue eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he wanted to say something, you looked at his extremely cold icy blue eyes, and waited intently.

But he doesn't say anything, and you feel a little embarrassed.

The man is powerful but silent, decisive and indifferent, staring at him is like being naked/naked/close to a piece of ice, the question you wanted to blurt out is lingering on the tip of your tongue, but you can't express it for a long time, so your movements become unnaturally stiff.

"Speaker Lance."

You have to talk about your estrus, tell him that you bought a beta, you shouldn't be sad, this is a fact that has been seen through, but you can't open your mouth, spit out Demir's name easily, and you can't show What a sharp expression, questioning and irony.

You just have blank faces and silent expressions.

This is actually what your marriage looks like.

You are not outstanding, your natural physique is the taint of your father, you are an outlier rejected by your family, you are nailed to the pillar of shame as a loser, and your brothers and sisters use you as a warning, you have been silent, cowardly, and abandoned yourself because of this.

So when he chooses as a marriage partner among many sisters and brothers, you swear that you will love him, you imagine his appearance, his character, and make countless plans for this, and you are full of expectations on the wedding day, but all Everything is just a disaster for you.

You can't imagine what he looks like, just like you stupidly didn't see through the essence of this marriage. You thought that the love was the gratification of two people, and the love was deep, but under the competition of politics and interests, marriage is just a means of alliance.

Not you, it could be anyone.

And you are just one of the best sacrifices.

You come to terms with it and accept it with unimaginable speed.

You throw away the ring you saved up for, burn your carefully prepared wedding vows, and walk peacefully into your marriage.

You are grateful for the little freedom this marriage has brought you, and you will make good use of it. Everyone benefits from it, and you as a party need not suffer yourself.

It doesn't matter if you love him or not, as long as the marriage survives.

If everyone is so clear-headed, then you who hold too many emotions are no different, so there is no need to be demanding, no need to expect, feelings are not expected, and cautious love should be like insects hiding in the shadows, shooting out Arrows don't have to be answered.

You got your freedom and you deserve to pay for it, simple as that.

You calmed down a little bit, sorted out your wording, and you told him that your estrus is coming, and you bought a beta at the slave club in District B, which is very safe, but your identity is a little sensitive.

You were not as calm as yourself, frankly confessing the impact and concerns that this matter may have brought, and finally, you paused and closed the food box: "Demir is a very good soldier."

You heard yourself say this, politely, restrained, and even smiled with no special meaning: "Actually, if necessary, I will rush over from my house. There is no need to live in the main house. The speaker can send a message Give it to me, I set a special reminder, there will be no delay."

You talk more and more, and the more you talk, the calmer you become. He looks at you lightly, as if he is listening, but he doesn't seem to care about anything.

So you shut your mouth and stand up.

"I should say goodbye."

You nodded politely and turned around.

"Egg Lawrence."

You turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

The speaker stood up from the chair, his ice blue eyes showed no emotion, he approached you, the navy blue military uniform was straight, the distance shortened, a little soft toffee smell wafted into his nose, you are approaching heat, you are too sensitive , in a trance for a moment.

The cuffs of the military uniform lightly brushed against the back of your hanging hands, and the low-pitched words fell into your ears. He asked if you were full?

You stared fixedly at him, suddenly wondering what the speaker was thinking: "I'm not hungry." After a pause, "I don't like pineapples." You don't want to eat what Demir bought for your wife.

The man stopped talking. He had been on the ice for thousands of years, and he was reticent. When he was at home, you would drag him to talk non-stop, and he would occasionally look up at you as a response.

You moved out of Uloche's house two years ago, he just happened to be on vacation, sitting on the sofa reading a book, when you said goodbye to him, he also asked if you had dinner?You nodded, and the man responded indifferently, as if he was talking to a stranger.

You are disheartened and have nothing to say, and what makes it even more sad is that he is not always like this, and occasionally, he treats people differently.

But he is not you.

DeMille.

You laugh at your inappropriate thoughts. You were sad because of this marriage in name only. At that time, you wanted to talk to him, but he didn't have time to see you. After a year, you couldn't say anything.

Now, then, it will be no different.

Because of the estrus period, you are a little irritable: "Sir, if there is nothing else, I want to go first..."

Your words got stuck in your throat.

The man suddenly lowered his head, leaned over and kissed your lips, the rich smell of toffee moistened your trembling body like spring rain, almost instantly, the suppressed pheromone burst out, filling the whole room, rich The sweet alpha and the soft toffee-flavored pheromones blend together, lingering and lingering.

You have endured it for too long, because of physical reasons, you have never used inhibitors, so you have been restrained from getting close to omega or beta, others care about your identity, and seldom get close to you, you don’t know that you are so eager for skin-to-skin contact, you don’t know Your self-control will collapse in an instant.

The red tide climbed up your cheeks, and the mist covered your eyes. You grabbed his arm, trying to overcome the alpha's nature, but you could only use stronger willpower to control your emotions.

"Lance!"

You call his name, push his approach, you can feel his skin against yours, his blood is as hot as yours.

A dry soft kiss fell on the forehead, like the kiss on the wedding vows in the past, silent, polite, and Lance-style intimacy.

You thought you would say sorry, then calmly stop and leave his arms, but you didn't, you tremblingly kissed his lips and hugged him tightly, tears as much as your sweat.

"I don't understand." You whispered.

He knows you can't control yourself right now.

Lance kissed your forehead, his cold and deep words did not have any emotional ups and downs, but made your blood cold and your breath short, he said, this is my responsibility.

"Do not."

It's not, it's not a responsibility.

You are not responsible for him.

Your heart suddenly turned cold, but you couldn't help but buried your head in his neck, saying something that didn't look like rejection.

A deep laugh fell on his ears, he held your palm, hugged you and came to the rest room of the meeting room, his ice blue eyes were the only color you could see in the dim light.

Two hours later, the Colonel announced the postponement of the meeting again, and his subordinates talked endlessly, all caring about the speaker's body. Only the civilian staff around the office looked at each other and silently sprayed several tubes of pheromone remover.

You wake up in the dark, staring deeply at the ceiling, there is no one around, and your body is extremely comfortable, full of satisfaction written from head to toe, you know what happened, but you still look confused.

hiss.

You rubbed the space between your brows with a headache, and then let yourself lie on the soft bedding, Lance... There is no need to do this at all, you are extremely complicated, and you thought for a while in confusion.

I will go to wash up, but not now, you murmured to yourself, then blushed and buried yourself in the quilt, took a deep breath carefully, the small teapot in your head was bubbling, sweet toffee The pheromone wraps you gently, as comfortable as soaking in warm water.

How can the speaker's pheromone taste like toffee?

Do you think it will be snow lotus or ice spring, quiet, cold, or simply tasteless, as mysterious as the waves, no one can guess, how can he taste of toffee, too foul , gracious like something you can get, not glamorous at all.

You thumped the pillow angrily.

such.

You can't help but have extravagant expectations.

You have to ask him what he thinks, and he needs to know the real answer.

On the other side, the chairman of the meeting who was holding a meeting was calm and calm, and neither his words, deeds, nor judgments were affected in the slightest.

A face is cold and beautiful, making many people daunting.

The colonel who stood aside and also served as the meeting host and recording officer coughed, and when a beta representative was speaking, he reminded in a low voice: "Sir, do you need a dispellant?"

The man frowned lightly and cast a puzzled look.

The colonel sighed secretly, and concluded: "Now there is your partner's pheromone in the conference room." For proof, he added: "It's the smell of some kind of fruit."

The omega exudes alpha pheromones all over, there is only one possibility, they had close contact with at least a body fluid exchange, and this made the long-standing rumors that the speaker husband and wife seemed to be in harmony, and the two places were separated.

The chairman's movements were insignificantly paused, he took the remover, and sprayed it from head to toe lightly, until the colonel said that the smell disappeared.

This internal meeting discussed election-related matters. The two major factions have done a lot of work in private to help the new presidential election.

The peace faction represented by the speaker believes that the war with the empire is coming to an end, and both sides have losses, and there is no way to expand their advantages on the opposite battlefield. They advocate a truce and reduce losses.

The rightist faction headed by the New Party advocates investing more money, resetting the force system, and expanding the control of the frontal battlefield. The policy is more radical, and it claims to absolutely protect the interests of the middle class from infringement.

The sensitive period of the election is approaching, and Lancet hurried back from the alien planet.

He listened to the report quietly, with extremely cold ice blue eyes drooping, as if he was listening and thinking. Only the senior colonel, who was very close, could see that the speaker was drawing a pineapple in his notebook.

The corner of the colonel's mouth twitched, and his eyes couldn't help turning to Demir who was making a report. The other party's face hadn't been very good-looking since just now, his cold and delicate face was condensed and heavy, and there was no smile at all.

On the way, the colonel was sent to take out a document in the president's office.

He opened the door preparedly, but the room was still startled by the sweet fruit aroma.

There were people in the office. The alpha youth he brought in during the day sat on the sofa, frowning and reading newspapers.

His pale golden wet hair was dripping water, as if he had just finished a bath, there was a faint vapor around him, his lake blue eyes were wide open, and he watched the colonel walk in in surprise.

The colonel wanted to leave immediately, but the young man stopped him politely and asked when the meeting would end, and he wanted to talk to the speaker about something.

In fact, the meeting was coming to an end, the young man looked very sincere, maybe there was something urgent, and there was a lounge for guests outside.

The colonel thought, I can take him there.