After the Rut, the Ninth Prince Is Different

Lora was actually someone who was a bit passive in confronting her feelings, which was a common trait among the children in the Desolate Star Orphanage.

Because they were all abandoned by their parents at a young age, they lacked a sense of security.

However, for some reason, Marcus's simple words would accurately strike the softest spot in her heart.

Looking at his exquisite features and the deep affection in his eyes, Lora sighed and said, "If only you could always be like this."

"Lora, do you wish for my rut to never end?"

Marcus's eyes brightened, and he slowly approached, the scent of pheromones in the air becoming more intense.

Lora: "..."

No, that was not what she meant!

But the air was filled with the fragrance of cedar, growing stronger and stronger.

Lora thought, perhaps this would be the last time.

She lowered her eyes, embraced Marcus's neck and kissed him directly.

One wanted to do everything possible to make their partner happy, while the other believed this would be their last intimate moment, so there was no need to hold back anymore.

In the end, amidst the rich scent of cedar, there was also the sweet and intoxicating fragrance of roses.

"Lora, I really love the scent of your pheromones!"

"Shut up."

**

The gentle morning sunlight seeped through the blinds and fell upon the merged double bed.

The man with a pair of furry fox ears slowly opened his eyes, wrinkling his brow as he caught a whiff of the lingering scent of pheromones in the air.

Lowering his head, he discovered his hands tightly embracing the woman in his arms.

Marcus: "..."

Everything that happened during the rut was vividly imprinted in his mind.

The most profound memory was how he clung to this woman and indulged in various acts of coquetry!

A faint trace of anger flashed across his handsome face.

He clenched his fists, withdrew his hands. Then he got up and dressed himself in a crisp uniform.

Before leaving, Marcus glanced at the wardrobe, which was still filled with his own clothes. His lips twitched once again.

He really didn't want to admit that he was the one who acted like that during the rut!

With a cold and handsome face, he turned and left.

In an instant, as he left the small dormitory, he completely reverted to the mysterious, aloof, and powerful Ninth Prince spoken of by the masses!

As the dormitory door closed with a click, Lora, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

It should all be over now, and soon she would receive a message from Marcus, terminating their marriage.

Marcus sat on the spacecraft, continuously looking down at the personal information panel on the light brain computer, where his spouse's name was displayed.

Lora.

During the rut, the orc wouldn't care about such things, but basic judgment still existed.

Marcus knew that this woman was highly suitable for him.

He genuinely liked the scent of her pheromones.

However, getting married in this way, and even going through the rut together, was truly absurd!

Especially the fact that he had indulged in various acts of coquetry with that woman!

Marcus rubbed his forehead and asked his adjutant, James, who was trying to minimize his presence beside him, "Why didn't you stop me back then?"

James almost turned into a chubby ball out of grievance.

"Your Highness, how could I dare to stop you? Besides, the Empress had given orders for me to escort you to Lora's dormitory, so I had to comply."

James: My apologies, Your Highness, but I had no choice but to deceive you because I couldn't withstand Her Highness's anger!

Marcus coldly smiled. "I see that you've been quite idle lately. Why don't you go to the Desolate Star? It's said that there are star thieves lurking there. Don't bother coming back until you've caught a few star thieves."

"Yes..." o(╥﹏╥)o.

Marcus returned to his residence first, took a hot shower, and finally washed away the overly sweet scent of roses.

He never expected that the woman, who appeared so cold, would emit a scent of sweet roses.

He pursed his lips and changed into a crisp uniform, then headed to the palace.

In the rose garden of the palace, Empress Lynn, wearing an elegant floor-length golden gown, was trimming the roses.

Although she was a powerful mermaid, she had been away from the sea for far too long.

Just like a rose with its thorns removed, placed in an exquisite crystal vase.

Hearing footsteps, Lynn didn't even turn her head as she said, "Marcus, you've come at the right time. Help me bring my favorite crystal vase."

Marcus helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, but still turned around to fetch his mother's favorite crystal vase.

Lynn had already sorted out a few of her favorite roses, trimmed them, and placed them in the vase.

She instructed the servant, "Put it in my bedroom."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lynn looked up and saw her son's handsome face had turned dark.

She smiled lightly, "Join me for afternoon tea."

"Mother, it's still morning!"

"Oh, have you just come back from her bed?"

"..."

He couldn't talk to her right now!

If it weren't for the fact that she was his own mother, he probably would have stopped breathing long ago.

Lynn sat on the vine bench and had the robotic servant bring sweet soy milk and breakfast for Marcus.

Looking at her son, who had no appetite, she smiled and said, "You haven't annulled the engagement, have you?"

Another hit right on target.

The most ill-tempered commander in Alpha Star muttered, "No. But Mother, I don't want to marry her."

"Then why not immediately severing your marital ties with her? You know she is the right one for you. Marcus, a 100% genetic match is a heaven-sent gift. Why not give each other a chance to get to know one another?"

"Mother, but you and Father proves it wrong..."

The tenderness at the corner of Lynn's mouth slowly dissipated.

Marcus pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, Mother."

Lynn wasn't really angry.

She looked up, her gaze passing through the vibrant garden, reaching into the distance, "Marcus, while supreme power may be dazzling, it also brings many shackles that can make one lose a lot. Mother doesn't want you to be trapped in them."

Marcus looked up, "So, Mother genuinely wants me to be with Lora, is that right?"

"Silly child, we are not the same as you. Therefore, we won't force you to make any choices. We just hope you give yourself a chance to try. If it still doesn't work, then make the choice that lies in your heart."

Marcus didn't say anything further.

Instead, he finished breakfast with his mother and then left.

He returned to the military headquarters, busy with the affairs of the past few days, completely ignoring the matter of marriage and that woman.

It was Lora who curiously glanced at her own light brain computer.

Could it be malfunctioning?

Why hadn't she received the divorce application from Marcus?