Training (02)

When Ken ended lunch and was about to retreat to his room, his ID-watch lit up with a message.

'How did training go?' —Egas

Ken was speechless. The person to ask should be Krisa. Afterall she was the trainer.

He sent 'Fine.' But didn't want Egas to think Krisa wasn't doing a good job, so added 'Krisa was a great instructor.'

After a short while, Egas replied. 'I will do your training tomorrow.'

This was the worst scenario for Ken— how could he be alone with the person who molested him. He quickly messaged back 'Aren't you busy? Krisa was doing a good job.'

'I have training planned for her tomorrow. And I can squeeze some time for you.' —Egas

Ken thought, apparently Krisa didn't know. Egas must have altered his decision. He didn't want to know what the alpha had planned for him.

Exchanging a few more messages with Egas, the latter did not change his mind no matter how much or how obvious Ken had said he wanted Krisa to be his trainer.

In anger, Ken did not return any more of Egas's messages.

Until the next morning, he didn't have any more weird dreams. It was probably because he wore the protective collar to sleep which suppressed the scent of Egas.

Arriving at the cafeteria, the usual group was there. Krisa immediately mentioned, "Ugh... Why do I have training? I thought I could take a break for two days by teaching you."

Ken had the same sentiment...

They chatted away about random topics, and Ken noticed Peet was a little out of it today.

He asked, "Peet, are you okay? You look a little pale."

Peet returned a weak smile, "I'm alright. Just a lack of sleep."

Krisa offered, "Let me help you." And cast a white light on Peet.

Peet was immediately better and thanked Krisa.

Though Ken felt something was off, it wasn't his business to prod further. He wrapped up breakfast and departed the group to meet Egas at the plant cultivation room.

Following the ID-watch navigation, when he arrived, Egas was already waiting outside. Today he was wearing a black mask.

Contrary to Ken's guess of Egas's ulterior motive, Egas turned as if it was all business and said, "Let's go in."

Ken nodded and followed. The plant cultivation room was very warm, with sunny grow lights. It was divided into two sections. One section used hydroponics as the growth medium. These types of plants were low-grade and for common consumption.

The other section was sealed off and used soil as a medium for growing plants. Egas explained to Ken that high-grade plants were extremely sensitive to their environment. It was not enough to provide nutrients used for normal plants. They have to be in the right type of soil and was territorial. The rare plants could not be grown amongst other plants.

Egas didn't bring Ken into the rare plants' room and brought him to the Feeble flowers section. He said, "These flowers are very common, but also very fragile. The harvest rate is less than 25%."

Ken moved closer and noticed the feeble flowers were in all shades of yellow. The healthier ones were a perky bright yellow and the wilting ones were a dull mustard shade. He emitted his wood-attribute energy and fed one of the flowers. With the naked eye, the dull mustard turned into bright yellow.

"It worked!" He exclaimed.

Egas continued, "Try to see how many flowers you can feed before your energy is exhausted."

As he was told, Ken continued until the last drop of his energy was sucked. His legs wobbled and Egas supported him with an arm. The alpha concluded, "Fifty-two flowers. We will come back tomorrow to see its effect."

Ken didn't have the strength to argue. He asked, "You have a restoration drug?"

The alpha took out a familiar green tube and passed it to Ken. He watched as the beta drank it and a few drops slid from the corner of his mouth down his jaw and vanishing to the inside of his collar.

From this, Egas felt his throat becoming tight but he controlled his urges. The first day was already disastrous enough of an impression. If he did anything now, the beta would put up his guard. His path to devouring this delicious person would become even more remote.

As the captain of this spaceship, Egas was against a relationship with any of his subordinates. He was a calm leader. Even on the battlefield, when the enemy had used omega hormones to attack the alphas, he had the will to damage his nose and kill the smell sense, which was vital to all alphas.

For a fighter, all senses were important. Exploring the unknown terrains, he needed a sense of smell to detect danger. He needed a good sense of smell to taste an omega's delicious sweet scent. To be fully immersed when engaging in sexual activities.

Though he recovered somewhat, his sense of smell could be said to be a handicap.

However, with this beta's scent, Egas was feeling an intense impulse. He could behave normally, but in his head, he had already ravaged the beta over and over. Even now, he was having these thoughts.

With the office event and the dreams which distracted him, his preying instincts kicked in— he had to take this beta. Ken's wisteria scent flooded his mind at every chance. The lust he felt was stronger than any he had felt before.

Although apologizing didn't fit well with his personality, but to get what he wanted, he didn't mind showing a softer side. Egas leaned in and said, "Sorry about last time... I didn't do it on purpose. I only wanted to let you know the protective collar is meant as protection."

As expected, Ken was surprised Egas apologized. Usually, the word "apology" was not in the common alpha's dictionary. It might be sitting there, but they only used it between each other, and even that was rare.

Curious, he asked, "Did you switch with Krisa to apologize?"

'Of course not.' Egas thought. However, it was even better Ken had misunderstood. The alpha nodded and played the sympathetic role, "I felt bad since that day." Then he used his hand to touch the protective collar, "Does it still hurt?"

Ken was a softie and had already half-forgiven him. From the attitude of the other betas and omegas, he had already felt that something could go terribly if he did not suppress his scent. All the horror stories about alphas and omegas succumbing to the scent attraction impulse were enough to write a history book.

He didn't want to take any part in it.

Ken heard Egas asked him again whether he had forgiven him. Ken peeked at Egas with hope, "Can you switch Krisa to be my trainer again?"

Actually, Egas was loaded with work. He didn't mind taking a step back for a good impression, "I can."

Ken smiled, "Then I forgive you."