Chapter Text
The wedding was now just one week away.
The world held its breath.
Preparations had reached a fever pitch—politicians, celebrities, foreign business giants, and the most elite families were all competing for an invitation. After all, it wasn’t just a double wedding:
It was the union of
X Holdings,
HS Group,
and ShengFeng Biotech.
Three titans.
Three empires.
Two couples bound by love… and obsession.
To celebrate the upcoming alliances—and to flaunt their power—the companies had organized a massive international business exchange gala, inviting high-ranking elites from P Country and Japan.
A thousand glittering lights adorned the grand hall.
Champagne towers stood like crystal mountains.
Banners fluttered with the crests of three empires.
Security was tighter than ever.
It was the kind of event that made the stock market tremble.
And after it ended, the four of them—
Shen Wenlang and Gao Tu,
Hua Yong and Sheng Shaoyou—
were scheduled to depart together for P Country for final diplomatic arrangements and pre-wedding formalities.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was glamorous.
Everything was under control.
Or so everyone thought.
But fate didn’t care for perfection.
Hidden among the guests, smiles concealed motives.
Behind the polished speeches, old grudges stirred.
Under the glittering chandeliers, danger coiled quietly.
The whispers of obsession, the moles, the unnatural bond between these pairs…
they had caught the attention of entities far beyond jealous lovers or nosy relatives.
P Country’s delegation had their own agenda.
Japan’s representatives had their silent suspicions.
And within the bustling crowd of elites, someone watched too closely…
The gala was in full swing—
music swelling, glasses clinking, deals being sealed with smiles that didn’t reach the eyes—
Yet beneath it all…
Something was moving.
Something that didn’t belong there.
Something that would crack open their beautiful world…
shatter the illusions of safety…
and expose truths none of them were prepared to face.
The four of them were laughing somewhere in the VIP lounge, unaware.
Oblivious.
In love.
Completely unprepared.
Because within the next few hours—
before the night ended,
before their departure—
a mishap was going to happen.
A catastrophe no one could predict.
A turning point that would leave all four of them shaken.
A disaster that would force the world to question—
Not just their love.
But the price of the moles.
The meaning of obsession.
And the limit of fate.
Something no one saw coming.
Someone no one expected.
And when it hit—
Nothing would be the same again.
The gala was at its peak—laughter, clinking glasses, the murmur of powerful conversations.
Shaoyou and Gao Tu sat together near one of the side tables, finally taking a moment to breathe after meeting dozens of foreign delegates. For once, things felt calm.
That’s when a group of young entrepreneurs—fresh-faced, ambitious, overly excited—approached them.
“President Sheng, President Gao! We’ve admired your companies for years—may we join you?”
Their smiles were harmless. Their interest seemed professional.
Shaoyou nodded politely. “Of course.”
Gao Tu smiled gently. “It’s your first time at a tri-empire summit, isn’t it?”
The boys laughed, rubbing their necks.
“Yes… it’s honestly overwhelming.”
“Everyone here is way too serious.”
“We needed a break.”
It started innocent enough—chatting about business, cracking jokes about the intimidating atmosphere. Shaoyou relaxed a little, Gao Tu even chuckled.
But then—
Just a moment.
Just a slip.
Just a breath too close.
One of the young men leaned in—too far—and his hand brushed dangerously near Shaoyou’s waist.
The other rested a hand on the back of Gao Tu’s chair, fingers grazing a little too low, too easily.
Their scents were light, harmless, but enough—
just enough—
to coat Shaoyou and Gao Tu’s pheromone fields.
Just enough to signal danger to the possessive Alphas watching from afar.
It happened in an instant.
Across the hall—
Hua Yong froze mid-sip, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Shen Wenlang’s smile vanished so abruptly it chilled the air around him.
The scents reached them—unfamiliar, male, lingering near what was theirs.
Their vision blanked.
Their instincts roared.
And the world around them disappeared.
They didn’t walk.
They didn’t shout.
They moved.
Fast enough to blur, their steps echoing like thunder as they crossed the hall in seconds.
Before anyone could react—
before the two young entrepreneurs even understood the mistake—
the atmosphere snapped like a wire pulled too tight.
CRACK.
A sickening, sharp, brutal sound exploded through the hall.
Followed by another.
CRACK.
The two young men screamed, dropping to their knees as their wrists bent at impossible angles—bone shattered cleanly, instantly, beyond repair.
Gasps filled the hall.
Someone dropped their glass.
Another screamed.
A delegate from P Country stood up in shock.
Shaoyou pushed his chair back, eyes wide. “Hua Yong—!”
Gao Tu flinched backward, horrified as Shen Wenlang’s shadow fell over them.
Hua Yong’s face was blank—
cold—
the kind of cold that meant someone had barely survived death.
“They touched you,” Hua Yong said, voice low, trembling with fury. “They touched what is mine.”
Shen Wenlang wasn’t any better. His usually bright eyes were dark, stormy, deadly.
“They laid hands on my Omega,” he said, voice soft and murderous. “And dared to scent him.”
The air trembled with their pheromones—heavy, suffocating, furious—primal dominance filling the hall like poison.
The entrepreneurs were pale, shaking, unable to even scream now.
Security rushed forward but froze, paralyzed by the crushing pressure of two enraged Alphas.
People whispered.
“Three moles—this is what they warned about—”
“S–someone call the medics—”
“They didn’t even hesitate—”
“This is dangerous… too dangerous—”
Shaoyou stood, heart pounding, anger rising—not at the boys, but at Hua Yong.
“Hua Yong,” he snapped, grabbing his fiancé’s arm, “this is an international event—have you lost your mind?!”
But Hua Yong didn’t look at him.
His eyes stayed locked on the two injured men, as if daring them to breathe too loudly.
“This is what happens,” he said quietly, terrifyingly calm, “when someone else leaves their scent on you.”
Shaoyou’s breath caught.
For the first time since they had bonded,
for the first time since the engagement,
Shaoyou something settle in his chest.
Realisation.
Of how easily Hua Yong could hurt the world for him.
Gao Tu felt the same. His fingers trembled as he looked at Wenlang, unsure if this was love—
—or a cage tightening around them both.
The hall was silent except for the fading groans of the injured.
And as security finally stepped in and guests whispered anxiously behind their hands—
one thing became painfully clear:
If this was how the Alphas reacted before the wedding…
then what would happen after they were bound for life?
Would love survive this level of obsession?
Or would this be the moment the world realized—
that Shaoyou and Gao Tu were not loved…
they were possessed.
The hotel’s private lounge was dim and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had swallowed the gala minutes ago.
Shaoyou sat on one end of the velvet sofa, still cold with anger and disbelief.
Gao Tu sat beside him, wringing his hands, trying to steady his breathing.
Neither spoke.
Neither knew what to think.
Neither knew how to face the two men who had just shattered wrists without a second thought.
The silence was thick.
Until—
Click.
The door opened quietly.
A man walked in with a warm, polite smile.
Hua Yong’s fourth brother.
The quiet one.
The one who never drew attention.
The one who everyone thought was harmless.
Shaoyou straightened. “Fourth brother?”
“Hello,” he said softly, stepping inside. “Are you two feeling alright?”
He sounded gentle. Concerned. Kind.
But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Neither of the two noticed the faint red light blinking inside his coat pocket.
His phone.
Connected to the gala’s loudspeakers.
Every word inside this quiet room
was already echoing through the grand hall—
broadcast to hundreds of elites, leaders, and the entire crowd.
But Shaoyou and Gao Tu had no idea.
They just answered politely.
“We’re fine,” Shaoyou said stiffly.
“Just… overwhelmed,” Gao Tu added.
The fourth brother chuckled.
Low. Soft. Sharp.
“Are you really?” he asked.
Shaoyou and Gao Tu exchanged looks.
Something about his voice felt… wrong.
His smile sharpened.
“I know,” he said quietly, “that you’re scared.”
The room went still.
Shaoyou’s fingers tightened slightly.
Gao Tu inhaled shakily.
But neither interrupted him.
He continued anyway—calm, confident, vicious.
“And you should be.”
Unbeknownst to them, the entire hall heard him.
The crowd fell silent.
Hua Yong and Shen Wenlang froze.
The fourth brother walked a slow circle around the sofa, voice dripping with false sympathy.
“I mean… you both thought they loved you, didn’t you?”
Shaoyou’s heart thudded.
Gao Tu swallowed hard.
The fourth brother leaned forward, whispering—though it echoed in the gala like thunder:
“But now you know better.”
His voice softened as if comforting children.
“You saw it today. They broke bones in seconds. Without hesitation. Without regret.”
He clicked his tongue.
“If they can hurt strangers so easily… imagine how easily they could hurt you.”
Gao Tu froze.
Shaoyou stared.
“They don’t love you,” the brother whispered. “They are obsessed with you. They don’t want partners—they want property.”
Gao Tu and Shaoyou’s chest tightened painfully.
Not at the words.
But because part of them feared they weren’t entirely wrong.
The fourth brother Si chen took a careful breath and continued—
“I don’t want to see you both trapped in that kind of life.”
He reached into his coat.
Shaoyou’s muscles tensed.
But the man only pulled out a keycard.
“I have a plane prepared,” he said softly, gently—
yet every syllable carried poison.
“If you want, I can take you away from here. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere safe. Right now.”
Gao Tu’s eyes widened.
Shaoyou stared at him, shocked.
“You don’t need to marry them,” the brother whispered.
“You don’t need to be afraid.”
“You don’t need to live with men who see you as something to own.”
Silence.
Then—
“How about it?” he asked, offering the card with a gentle, coaxing smile.
“Shall we leave?”
That single sentence, Si Chen’s voice dripping false concern, rolled through the speakers like poison.
The hall gasped.
Whispers erupted.
Upstairs, Si Chen leaned forward with smiling confidence.
“I’ve already prepared everything. New identities. A plane. A safe place. Tonight—none of them can stop you from running.”
Shaoyou and Gao Tu exchanged a glance—a silent, wicked understanding passing between them.
Shaoyou exhaled softly. “Actually… there’s a problem.”
Gao Tu nodded innocently. “A big one.”
Si Chen frowned. “What problem?”
Shaoyou leaned back, relaxed as a cat.
“I stay with Hua Yong so often… my pheromones sometimes spiral out of control. I guess I’ve entered early heat.”
“Yes,” Gao Tu added, “I’ve seen it.”
Si Chen waved a hand. “That’s fine, I can handle—”
“But what if you can’t?” Shaoyou asked suddenly, smiling too sweetly.
“What if my pheromones hit you right now and you… lose balance… and fall out of the window?”
Si Chen froze.
“What—? W–wait, I’m not even close to—”
But Shaoyou and Gao Tu stood up in perfect rhythm, their gazes cold and sharp.
And then—
one push.
A single, swift motion.
Si Chen didn’t even finish his scream before the world tilted beneath him.
“AAAAHH—!"
His cry tore through the air–
Exploding through the hall’s speakers.
The hundreds of guests looked around in horror.
And then—
CRASH.
Gasps.
Screams.
A glass shattered.
Someone fainted.
Security rushed from outside the hall shouting in shock.........
“SOMEONE FELL!—SOMEONE JUST FELL FROM THE TOP!!!”
Chaos erupted.
But upstairs?
The private lounge was silent.
Shaoyou dusted off his sleeve.
Gao Tu straightened his collar.
And then—
Two cold, murderous pheromone signatures swept across the hall.
Hua Yong and Shen Wenlang stood still.
Their expressions were not rage.
Not fear.
Not shock.
But a slow, dark, spreading smile.
The hall fell silent as the two laughed softly—
a sound that promised violence and devotion intertwined.
And the world understood:
Shaoyou and Gao Tu were never victims.
Never fragile.
Never needing rescue.
The obsession, the madness, the possessiveness—
it flowed both ways.
Si Chen’s fall proved one thing:
Anyone who tried to separate these pairs…
would end up broken long before the bonds ever would.
*************
The great hall of the international embassy had been transformed into something out of myth.
Rows of crystal chandeliers glittered like stars hanging just above the mortal world.
Beautiful flowers draped from towering pillars.
Silk banners bearing the crests of X Holdings, HS Group, and ShengFeng Biotech flowed like living fire.
Foreign dignitaries, politicians, CEOs, royals, and elites filled the seats—
and even they could not hide their awe.
Security lined every wall.
International media waited breathlessly.
Because today, two couples were about to form one of the most powerful alliances the world had ever seen.
But that wasn’t why the hall trembled.
It trembled because of the four of them.
Because their pheromones had subtly filled the air—
quiet, heavy, possessive—
warning anyone who dared breathe wrong.
This wasn’t merely a wedding.
It was the binding of two obsessions.
The hall looked in awe as the doors opened.
Hua Yong and Shen Wenlang entered first—
tall, elegant, breathtaking in tailored ceremonial suits designed with traditional motifs woven in platinum thread.
Behind them, on the soft white carpet strewn with petals,
walked Shaoyou and Gao Tu.
Shaoyou’s eyes were steady, unblinking, almost challenging the world itself.
Gao Tu’s smile was soft but unshakably sure.
Every step they took made the lights flicker—
as if fate itself bowed to them.
People whispered:
“They’re beautiful…”
“Also… they’re terrifyingly in love.”
The ceremony beginned........
Hua Yong lifted Shaoyou’s trembling hand, thumb brushing over the moles he adored.
“In every way,
in every world,
I will find you.
Anyhow.
Somehow.
I will belong to you,
and you will belong to me—
no matter what I must do,
no matter what I must become.
I choose you in this life
and in every life after it.”
Shaoyou’s breath hitched—
and several guests discreetly wiped tears.
Others shivered at the intensity.
Shaoyou stepped closer, letting their foreheads nearly touch—
a gesture intimate enough to convey his feelings.
“No matter what happens,
no matter what we break or rebuild,
I know one truth:
I will always fall in love with you.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I accept your obsession,
I cherish your devotion,
and I love the way you possess me.
I am yours—
willingly, completely, endlessly.”
Hua Yong’s jaw clenched—
not from restraint, but from overwhelming emotion.
Wenlang glanced at him, amused.
Shaoyou had just killed him in front of an audience.
Wenlang turned to Gao Tu, voice low, warm, full of love.
“I can do anything for you.
There is no distance I won’t cross,
no time I won’t endure,
no fate I won’t challenge.
If I must wait for you,
I will wait a lifetime.
But I will never let you go.
Not in this world,
not in any other.
I am yours—
whether you know it,
whether you believe it,
whether you ever try to run from it.
I love you.
And I always will.”
The hall became so silent it felt unreal.
Gao Tu took his hands, smiling up at him with a softness that could command armies.
“I love you to the moon and back—
and farther,
because even the universe is too small to measure what I feel for you.
My love is limitless.
My devotion is endless.
I can sacrifice the world for you without hesitation.
In every situation,
in every storm,
in every lifetime and every world—
I will stand beside you.
One heart.
One destiny.
Yours.”
Wenlang exhaled shakily—
as if that vow had hit deeper than a blade.
The two officiant spoke one in front of each couple.
“Do you, two souls,
accept one another as equals in love
and partners in destiny?”
Together—
four voices layered, powerful, echoing like a vow carved into the bones of the world:
“I do.”
Light flooded the room.
Pheromones burst like a shockwave.
A few guests nearly collapsed from the strength of it.
The rings were slipped onto trembling fingers.
The hall erupted into applause.
But the four only looked at one another—
lost in a world where no one else existed.
*************
Dr. Song sat quietly among the guests, hands folded, eyes soft with a rare expression—
relief.
For years, he had recorded stories.
Stories of obsession.
Stories of moles.
Stories of love that devoured and love that destroyed.
He had seen bonds collapse under the weight of possession.
He had watched empires fall because an Alpha couldn’t control his madness.
He had witnessed Omegas marked not by affection, but by fear.
Their world was different—
a place where a mole could decide a destiny,
and where the scent of a bond could shape empires.
People romanticised it.
They called it a sign of fate.
A blessing.
But Dr. Song knew better.
A mole could be a promise…
or a warning.
Sometimes it meant devotion.
Sometimes it meant obsession that hollowed everything it touched.
And yet—
as he watched Shaoyou and Gao Tu standing beneath the lights, their hands wrapped in their partners’,
he felt something shift.
Because the mole those two carried was extraordinary—
not merely rare, but transformative.
A mutation of destiny itself.
Most Omegas had moles.
Most Alphas had a predictable path.
But Shaoyou and Gao Tu had rewritten the laws.
Their subgenders had bent—twisted—reshaped under the weight of their bond.
A phenomenon noted in ancient medical texts but almost never seen in modern times.
Even that, however, wasn’t the most shocking thing.
Dr. Song’s gaze slid to Hua Yong and Shen Wenlang—
two Alphas with fire burning beneath their calm.
The lines in their palms.
That was the real anomaly.
The mark often overlooked by most.
The mark everyone took for granted.
The mark that—according to every scientific and mythological record—
Never exceeded a number, Hua Yong's palm was covered with them, while Shen Wenlang had three of them, actually four, nobody did but Dr Song noticed, the two lines that merged as one.
There it was.
Clear.
Bright.
Unmistakable.
Not just the mole of love…
but the counterpart.
The counterpart that meant:
If the Omega’s mole represented devotion…
the Alpha’s line indicated recognition.
Recognition so deep it crossed lifetimes.
Recognition so potent it mirrored the Alpha's obsession—
not from instinct,
but from their Partner's own heart.
Dr. Song exhaled.
Finally, he thought.
Finally, I am witnessing what I always hoped this world would one day produce.
Obsession—
returned with obsession.
Devotion—
mirrored with devotion.
Not a one-sided hunger,
not a chain,
not a cage disguised as romance.
But something frighteningly balanced.
Something beautifully dangerous.
Something that validated every theory he had ever whispered into forgotten journals.
Finally, the mole was not just a mark of possession.
Not just a bond forced by biology.
Today—
in these four—
the mole represented love.
Raw.
Equal.
Uncompromising.
Dr. Song leaned back into his chair, watching the couples glow beneath the chandeliers.
And for the first time in his long, research-filled life, he allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
Because today, he had seen it—
the phenomenon scholars only dreamed of,
the miracle nature rarely granted:
The True..........
"Mole of Love."