Clingy! The Sickly but Beautiful and Strong Alpha Is a Loyal Puppy Who Needs Pampering - Chapter 30

There was no trace of warmth, only an icy chill that felt like buckets of cold water being poured over their heads, instantly dissolving the inner turmoil of the Alphas.

It was as if the cold had seeped into their very spines, sending shivers down their backs.

Faced with such overwhelming pheromones, their glands should have activated their defense mechanisms, releasing high concentrations to resist.

Yet, at this moment, not a hint of hostility could be stirred.

Irritation, competitiveness, rivalry, unwillingness to submit to other Alphas—all these thoughts vanished without a trace.

Hundreds of Alphas were like startled wolves, retracting their fangs and ferocity, cowering on the ground with their paws covering their heads.

Their fearful eyes brimmed with absolute submission to the top-tier Alpha.

Of course, ninety-eight of them refused to yield, gritting their teeth and releasing their pheromones in defiance.

But their resistance was barely ignited before it was mercilessly extinguished by the blizzard-like force.

Then, Ruan Fei unleashed her pheromones at full concentration.

Like a thousand-ton boulder, the pressure bore down on them relentlessly.

A deafening “buzz” filled the minds of the hundreds, their thoughts blanking out momentarily as their ears rang.

The fear of the top-tier Alpha could no longer be suppressed, and a creeping chill crawled up their spines.

Gasping for breath, their backs and legs bent uncontrollably under the weight of the pheromones.

They held out for mere seconds before—”thud,” “thud,” “thud”—they knelt before Ruan Fei, heads bowed in submission.

Behind them, the hundreds of Alphas who had only been subjected to fifty percent concentration widened their eyes even further.

They didn’t dare speak, but the attention-seekers were always ready to stir things up.

Attention-seeker A: “Holy sh1t! Adding insult to injury!”

Attention-seeker B: “This is what you call overpowering—this is fucking overpowering!”

Attention-seeker C: “Damn, isn’t this Alpha as brutal as the commander from District 1 they talk about?”

“Wait, what? What commander from District 1?”

Attention-seeker C: “I went to District 3 on vacation once and overheard someone mention it. The commander from District 1 has a terrible temper.”

She paused, then added, “But the thirty districts don’t interact much, so news from District 1 rarely gets out. The person talking didn’t even know the commander’s name, so who knows if it’s true or not.”

Ruan Fei listened quietly, her dark eyes gazing down imperiously at the hundreds before her.

“Bei Yin is mine. You have no chance—not even a sliver. Stop coveting what isn’t yours, or I’ll make sure you end up like Fu Cong.”

The ninety-eight lowered their heads even further.

The hundreds of Alphas behind them: “…”

The words they didn’t dare say aloud were voiced by the attention-seekers: “So it’s you, you psycho Alpha!!”

Her obsidian eyes, brimming with a sick possessiveness, lifted to scan the crowd behind her. “You all say it too.”

No one dared speak—except the attention-seekers: “No way, no way! We’re not even worthy of Sister Bei! You and Sister Bei are a match made in heaven! You’ve gotta invite us to the wedding!”

The words pleased the yandere. “You three have potential.”

With that, she stopped releasing her pheromones and pointed to the table where large bottles of suppressant spray were placed.

“Spray. I don’t want to smell a trace of it within two minutes.”

The Alphas obediently went to grab the suppressant.

As the oppressive pressure finally lifted, the hundreds stood up with bowed heads and silently joined the “spritz-spritz” brigade.

For the first time, the usually soft and adorable leopard commander had revealed another side of herself in front of Bei Yin. With a nervous heart, she turned to look at her Omega.

The noon sunlight slanted across the glass, refracting into dazzling seven-pointed starbursts.

Her O stood behind the glass, bathed in the brilliant sunlight, her beautiful round eyes behind the lenses shimmering with scattered flecks of light.

There was no trace of the uneasy fear she had expected—only a genuine, heartfelt smile.

Her kissable red lips curved upward as she gave a thumbs-up, like praising a child.

She instantly read the lip movement: My sweetie is amazing, love you so much!

The little leopard commander suddenly beamed brighter than the sunlight, her invisible tail wagging so hard it might snap off.

Once the scent had completely dissipated, she hurried over to nuzzle against her big sister.

Then, hundreds of Alphas watched in disbelief as the ruthless A who had just crushed them moments ago…

transformed into a clingy, affection-seeking… little softie in the blink of an eye.

A loudmouth Beta shrugged: “Told you guys—this A is next-level. She’s insane, but y’all refused to believe me.”

The skeptical Alphas from earlier: “…We believe now. So this is what Omegas are into these days—two-faced personalities? We should take notes.”

When the seven Alphas who had been beaten bloody by Ruan Fei arrived, they were met with hundreds of bewildered faces.

It was hard to say whether they were lucky—having avoided another round of high-tier pheromone-induced “peacekeeping”…

or unlucky—having torn down walls, gotten their asses kicked, and been scolded by Fu Jian for being useless, with forty to fifty of them failing to take down a single person.

Alpha physiology was tougher than Beta’s, so while others were still unconscious, they had already woken up.

After a quick bandaging from the robot nurses, they hobbled over on crutches.

Too afraid of another beating, they lingered at the back.

And they could sense that the monstrously strong A seemed to be in a decent mood—she only gave them a dark glance before looking away.

Bei Yin walked over without a word, clapping her hands to draw the attention of hundreds of eyes.

“Head inside. The psychological assessment starts now.”

The crowd filed into the vast medical room, each taking a seat.

Soon, holographic panels appeared before them.

Bei Yin walked to the center of the front row, ruffling the little leopard’s head.

“Our district’s psychological assessment focuses on understanding an Alpha’s possessiveness through Omega-based questionnaires.”

After all, Alphas couldn’t function without Omegas—they were the fastest way to gauge an Alpha’s mental state.

“Generally, results within 10% are normal, 11-30% is considered high, and anything over 40% requires counseling.”

“Mm-hmm, got it!”

“Promise me you’ll take this seriously and not just fill in random answers.”

The little leopard raised three fingers: “Yes, yes, I swear!”

Satisfied, Bei Yin closed the door and strode off to where the little leopard couldn’t hear. “Well? How’s it looking?”

Lin Jiaojiao flashed an “OK” sign. “My girlfriend says the first ten seats in the front row are synced. We can see what your powerhouse A is writing in real time.”

Many Alphas had already started filling out the form, but Ruan Fei hesitated, turning to the person beside her. “Chief Bei can’t see this, right?”

The person, drawing from experience, answered respectfully, “No, she only checks the results after everyone’s finished.”

Ruan Fei propped her chin on her hand, her gaze shifting to the first question on the screen:

①. How many days do you personally feel you need with an Omega per session? Please answer ____ (number of days).

Commander Ruan approached the question with a serious mindset, determined to answer it properly.

After careful consideration, she wrote down a number—seven days.

Chief Bei, who was watching the response in real-time: “…”

Her hand instinctively went to her waist.

Before she could even remove her hand, she saw the “seven days” being gradually erased.

A new number appeared, causing Chief Bei’s eyes to widen and her composure to slip entirely.

—Ten days.

“This… this… this…”

Bei Yin pressed a hand to her forehead. Whether it was psychological or not, she could already feel her waist starting to ache.