“Avril Thorne, relax.”
Beta，The instructor’s cold voice echoed in her ears, carrying an unquestionable command. She was a high-level Beta, looking at Marceline expressionlessly, holding a syringe with a faint blue glow in her hand.
Marceline’s heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst through her chest.
She knew what was coming. Every training session was a humiliating torture designed to completely destroy the Omegas’ self-will and shape them into perfect appendages.
The moment the needle pierced her skin, a stream of icy liquid rushed into her veins. Marceline bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her trembling. This potion was supposed to be an “Omega Submission Agent,” suppressing an Omega’s natural resistance and making them more receptive to Alpha domination.
This time, however, something was utterly wrong.
An unprecedented burning sensation crazily spread through her veins, burning fiercely within her body like a raging wildfire. It wasn’t the numbness brought on by the obedience drug, but rather a primordial force that had been suppressed for far too long, finding an outlet at this moment!
Marceline’s body suddenly arched, and a low roar burst out from the depths of her throat. The sound was not the soft whimper of an Omega, but more like a completely enraged ancient beast, full of primitive savagery and power.
“What’s going on?!”
The instructor’s expression suddenly changed. She had never witnessed such a terrifying reaction. Far from suppressing it, the potion acted like a catalyst, instantly detonating a forbidden existence dormant deep within Marceline’s bloodline.
A powerful pheromone exploded like a tsunami, centered around Marceline!
The pheromone was so intense it was suffocating, carrying a primal and ancient aura from the source of its bloodline, an absolute pressure powerful enough to crush all known Alphas! The air in the training room instantly solidified, the glass windows hummed under the weight, and then shattered with a loud bang.
Avril’s pupils were covered with a layer of strange golden color, and her body seemed to be torn apart and reshaped. Every cell was cheering wildly and groaning in extreme pain.
“Alert! Level 1 pheromone out of control! Everyone on high alert!”
The piercing, piercing alarm ripped through the tranquility of Lycan Academy, echoing through every corridor and classroom, jarring everyone from their daily slumber. The entire academy instantly descended into chaos, students fleeing in panic, while the high-ranking Alphas, like wolves scenting blood, their eyes instantly turning crimson and bloodthirsty.
Marceline’s pheromones were like an invisible flame, igniting the deepest primal instincts of all the surrounding Alphas. It was an irresistible and fatal temptation, pure and powerful, carrying the aura of an ancient king, instantly overcoming all the Alphas’ hierarchical suppression.
“Avril!”
A furious roar echoed from the end of the corridor, carrying the force of thunder. It was her always arrogant Alpha fiancé, Logan Hall, heir to the Federal Wolf King, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
When he rushed into the training room, the powerful pheromones that hit him instantly shattered all his rationality and arrogance.
Logan’s scarlet wolf eyes were fixed on Marceline, with extreme possessiveness burning deep in his pupils. It was the most wild and fiery desire he had never shown on her before.
The several S-rank Alpha guards around him were equally out of control. They bared their teeth at each other, letting out low, threatening growls, instinctively trying to eliminate any competitors who approached Marceline. The air was thick with the scent of male competition, so oppressive it was suffocating.
Marceline trembled, not out of fear, but because of the strange and powerful power within her body. She had become the most deadly temptation for the entire wolf clan, a prey coveted by countless pairs of hungry eyes.
At the same time, an ancient aura that was so powerful that it did not belong to the academy was suddenly awakened from its slumber.
At the top of the highest tower of the academy, in the forbidden area that was always shrouded in fog, a window that had been silent for hundreds of years slowly opened.
A gaze as deep as a thousand-year-old cold pond, icy and sharp, penetrating layers of obstacles and accurately falling on the girl in the training room who was surrounded by a pheromone storm.
The training room has become a fighting arena for wild beasts.
Logan and his proud S-rank Alpha guards completely lost control, their crimson eyes burning with primal possessiveness. They were no longer the elite of the Federation, but a group of wild beasts driven by instinct deep in their blood, roaring and biting each other, just for the right to get an inch closer to her.
Marceline’s vision was blurred by sweat and tears, and every breath felt like swallowing a scalding knife. She had never imagined that the very scent she had always considered a “flaw” could stir up such terrifying madness. Fear twisted around her heart like an icy vine, and this extreme fear, in turn, gave rise to a richer, more deadly fragrance, forming an unstoppable cycle of despair.
“I... I didn’t mean it...” She curled up helplessly, the strange fire in her body burning more and more vigorously, making her feel weak and drained, but also bringing a kind of cold majesty that looked down on everyone.
Just then—
“stop!”
A roar resounded like thunder, imbued with an absolute, unassailable majesty. The sound seemed to carry substantial weight, causing the chaotic scene to freeze for a moment.
The Commonwealth Wolf King, Arthur Draco, has arrived.
He was dressed in a dark military uniform, with silver hair and purple eyes, and was so handsome he looked like a walking god. Every step he took into the training room felt like stepping on the souls of all the Alphas. His kingly, unparalleled domineering aura spread out like a tsunami, intent on quelling all chaos.
Seeing him, a glimmer of hope for salvation emerged in Eve’s heart. He was the Wolf King, the embodiment of order. He would surely be able to...
However, the moment Arthur’s gaze locked onto her, his stride, powerful enough to bring ten thousand wolves to their knees, paused for the first time. A flicker of fear and struggle flashed across his proud purple eyes, and then a deeper, more primal desire—the desire to “surrender”—nearly incinerated his sanity.
Arthur’s Adam’s apple rolled violently. He felt a shudder and impulse from the deepest part of his blood. That power was not forced, but a sacred call, tempting him to kneel down and offer his crown and loyalty to this seemingly fragile life before him.
Extreme shame and anger ignited in his heart. His dignity as the Wolf King made him unable to tolerate this instinct that came from his soul!
“Isolate...her...!”
Arthur practically gritted his teeth before forcing these words out of his throat. His command still carried authority, but it was tinged with a tremor he wasn’t even aware of. For the first time, his pride cracked at the presence of Marceline.
Several Beta instructors with stronger willpower followed the order, but when they approached within three meters of Evelyn, they were shocked by an invisible, gentle yet insurmountable field, their legs became weak and they could no longer move forward.
In the end, it was only after Arthur burned out his own royal breath almost in a self-harming manner that he created a brief vacuum zone around Eveil, and several high-level Betas worked together to urgently transfer her to the academy’s highest-level S-level isolation area.
But it was too late. The divinely inspired fragrance had already penetrated the academy’s walls, spreading across the Federation, silently announcing the awakening of a supreme being.
Inside the S-Class isolation area, the alloy walls glowed with a cold light, isolating all outside sound. Marceline slid down against the wall, her body still shaking uncontrollably. But unlike the pure fear she had felt before, a strange calm now permeated the surging power within her.
She could feel that the power was comforting her, as if telling her: There is no need to be afraid, this is who you really are.
The heavy alloy door was pushed open, and Arthur Draco walked in. His face was still pale, and his purple eyes were a mixture of fatigue, shock, and a hint of awe that he himself was unwilling to admit.
He didn’t speak immediately, but instead released his Alpha aura once again, the pressure of “sun and storm” filling the entire room. This was a test, and also the last bit of his dignity as the Wolf King.
However, this time, Marceline didn’t feel any discomfort. Her inner energy didn’t even stir up resistance, but simply flowed calmly and quietly, eliminating Arthur’s pressure without a trace.
It was as if the mortal king tried to shake the stars, but not even a trace of starlight was shaken.
Arthur’s expression changed completely, it was an expression of collapsed faith.
He took a deep breath, finally giving up the futile suppression, his voice hoarse and difficult: “Your pheromone...it’s called ‘Alpha Prime’.”
Eve raised her head and met his complicated gaze.
“There are only a few words about him in the oldest taboo texts of the Federation,” Arthur said, walking up to her, his tone filled with awe he had never felt before. “Legend has it that there’s a ‘Supreme Wolf Lord’ who can command ten thousand wolves and end all conflict. We always thought it was just a myth... until today.”
The Supreme Wolf Lord?
This word was like a bolt of lightning, splitting Avril’s chaotic mind. She was no longer just afraid, but a more complex emotion was growing in her heart - a huge confusion about her own existence, and a hint of ignited curiosity.
Just then, there was a slight commotion outside the quarantine area.
Then, a completely different pheromone seeped in silently. If Arthur’s aura was the scorching sun and storm, this one was the tranquility of eternal night and the deep sea, a blend of fir trees and winter snow. Ancient and serene, yet imbued with a power capable of consuming everything. It rivaled Arthur’s pressure, even seeming to have the upper hand.
What was even more bizarre was that when this breath touched Evelyn, the power in her body actually resonated with joy, as if two beings of the same origin that had been separated for a long time had finally met again.
The door was pushed open again.
A masked man stood quietly at the door. He was tall and slender, with a distinguished demeanor. He looked past Arthur, whose face was ashen, and his gaze fell directly on Marceline.
“Lord of the Draco family,” his voice penetrated the mask, carrying an ancient and elegant charm, “how are you?”
