Freya blankly stared at the huge screen, those blinding bolded names made her face twitch in despair.
'Why?
'Why did the mating machine have a match with her? She can't release pheromones, right?'
'Ahhhhhhhhhh!'
Freya's fair hands clutched her orange hair and she bowed her head as she released a silent scream. It was a good thing she had her back turned away from the crowd, or else her current facial expressions would have scared anyone.
A slender hand held her shoulder and shook it, Freya received a perplexed gaze from her mother in silence.
"We should go now." Frey loudly said, with a hint of pride and smugness, it was directed at the frozen Reginas mother and son pair. Her words are also not to brag, it was a reminder to the dazed Freya.
And with her mother's words, Freya finally realized that she needed to escape now or she would be besieged by this crowd sooner or later.
With the elegance of distinguished nobles, both Freya and her mother departed from the mating hall. Both their steps are light and fast. If the results had been what the whole empire expected, people would think they were fleeing because of humiliation.
'Escape. Retreat. Flee. Avoid. Withdraw. Disappear.' Only those words floated in Freya's mind while she was being pulled away by her mother.
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"Your Majesty, there is news I need to report." The emperor's grand secretary, Harry Newton hurriedly knocked on the Emperor's audience room.
"Ai. Let that bothersome man enter." Alpha Emperor Brixain waved his hand at the royal guards, not once did his golden eyes leave the papers on his desk.
The silent royal guards moved and opened the locked door and the flustered figure of the Grand Secretary flew straight in front of the Emperor's desk.
"Your Majesty!"
"Harry, how many times did I tell you not to raise your voice? Plus, what made you so agitated?" Emperor Brixain continued to sign and approve the reliable proposal papers in his right and directly threw the useless ones into the trash bin next to his seat.
"I both have good news and bad news, Your Majesty. Which of the two should I say first?"
"The good news first."
"The troublesome ten alphas have a match now." In Harry's words, the Emperor's hardworking hand stopped and he abruptly faced Harry's grinning face.
"Say it again." Did he mishear or something?
"Those ten troublesome alphas now have a match." Harry obliged and saw the Emperor's delighted face.
"Finally. Those damn bachelors will have their mates! Let's see if those ten can even mock me again! Ahahaha! I'm going to see your henpecked appearances!" Emperor Brixain burst out of laughter. Finally, no more! Those vicious alpha friends keep mocking him for being such a henpeck husband! Ha! How the tables have turned! The Emperor happily daydreams.
Of course, as the dutiful Grand Secretary of His Majesty, Harry needs to prick the happy bubble the Emperor made with the cruel bad news.
"The bad news is, those ten indeed have a match..."
"Don't let me hang, Harry. I don't like cliffhangers."
"Well, they indeed have a match with an omega. I mean, all of them matched with one omega." Harry saw the Emperor's bafflement and askance, he nodded his head in confirmation. When his subordinates reported that news, he also had the very same expression as the Emperor.
"What? What's the match percentage like? Who's the omega?!" It can be seen from the Emperor's demeanor that he is shell-shocked. After all, there was no such thing in the past!
"100% match with the Holsworth Omega, Freya Holsworth."
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The Far West of the Magnum Empire, In the newest model of spacecraft Xenon.
*Beep*
*Beep*
Deep purple eyes narrowed while staring at the Western system map. The man's large hand pointed at three planets, he then opened his pursed lips.
"Those planets, blow them up." A deep nasal voice resounded in the room, the generals lowered their heads and nodded in agreement. Who wouldn't? The man right there, sitting on the captain's seat is the famous Grand Marshal.
Collins Grey.
Born from the Grey Household, a famous knightage family. If the Holsworth Household protected the East systems for hundreds of years, the Grey Household protected the West systems.
The Holsworth and the Grey. Two knightage households that stayed and were loyal to the Imperial Family for ages.
As someone from a prominent family, Collins Grey was expected to excel in everything related to the military, including strategy, logistics, etc
The young man in his 30s exceeded all expectations and clinched the Grand Marshal's title at such a young age, and was even honored personally by the current Emperor Brixain.
Such a man of caliber was also gifted with beauty. Apart from having superior background, knowledge, power, and ability, he also has a handsome face that proves fatal even to the Alphas.
Such a man is the ruler of the spacecraft Xenon. Perhaps apart from Harry Holsworth, there would be no other alphas comparable to him when it comes to the military power he holds.
*Beep*
*Beep*
Collins irritatedly narrowed his eyes, the dominating pheromones around him suppressed the poor generals sitting in their seats.
Collins ruffled his short dark purple hair and reluctantly tapped his netwatch. Bright bolded red words appeared in his sight.
*Pop* *Claps*
Continuous claps and celebratory sounds came from his netwatch, even the solemn generals couldn't help but take a little peek at his netwatch. Then in one motion, they were stunned on the spot.
Because on the netwatch, the big red words said, "Congratulations. You have found your mate! Freya Holsworth with a 100% match. Please come to the capital to proceed with your bonding. Hope you two mates bonded soon~"
Upon seeing this message, Collins fell into a silent rumination. Repeating the same words again and again in his mind.
'Mate. 100% Match. Freya Holsworth.'
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Cytech Company. Laboratory 001.
A tall figure busied away on the experimental table. His lean hands were clasping the controller of the automatic arms and directing it to put the smaller parts of the unfinished machine in order.
His whole operation is neat, patient, and careful. Just as he was about to put the last part of the interior on the machine, his left hand trembled with the sudden vibration of the white netwatch on his wrist.
The man speechlessly stared as the automatic arms lost their grip on the eight-millimeter machine part and watched as the small thing rolled to the side of bigger machine parts, never to be seen again.
The man glared at his left wrist and blamed his netwatch for his failure. The man, annoyed by the interruption, tapped his netwatch.
'If this is nothing but annoyance, I'll kill them--'
The man proceeded to blankly stare at the big red bolded words that came from the mating hall office.
"Congratulations. You have found your mate! Freya Holsworth with a 100% match. Please come to the capital to proceed with your bonding. Hope you two mates bonded soon~"
The man reads the sentence word by word but can't seem to make any sense of it. The red announcement reflected on his silver eyes and he blinked, trying to digest the news.
After fully understanding it, his cold face revealed a sweet smile. 'I had a mate.' The man narrowed his silver eyes at that thought. He tapped on his contact list and called the only person in it.
"Ai yow~ My dedicated researcher, what's new?" The CEO of the Cytech Company, Aireen Cyt revealed a hipster smile and greeted the man with platinum hair and silver eyes.
"I'm going to the capital, ready a spacecraft for me." *Stoic face*
"Ah? You don't have family members in the capital, do you?" Aireen revealed a puzzled look and tilted her head.
"There will be soon." The man revealed a smile that immediately vanished. Aireen narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Okay. I get one ready for you." The man heartlessly disconnected the call and Aireen finally got the gist of it. That Birch kid is an orphan with no family members. Today's the mating test + the man will go to the capital = the mating match found!
"Damn! He got a mate so soon?! What about me? Shitty mating hall! I'm still f*cking single!" The single alpha Aireen spoke a lot of vulgarity and questioned the fairness of the mating hall. She's been waiting since forever!!!
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Magi & Skies Hotel (7 Stars)
"Film Emperor! You can't go out like that!" A tall Beta man fretted while pointing at the bright, gaudy, tasteless, clothes a handsome mature man was wearing.
"Why not? It's good." The man mumbled the question. His glazed blue eyes stared at the other man.
Francis, the film emperor's secretary trembled like a leaf. How can he ever say that it's because his actor looked tacky? He could never say it!
'Well, his face still carried the clothes but still! No one should know that the perfect Film Emperor, Morose Hail has no fashion sense!' Francis cried internally and decided to divert his attention, but just as he opened his mouth.
The inconspicuous silver netwatch on the man's hand glowed. Morose silently tapped the screen and both men were stunned by the celebratory sounds.
"Congratulations. You have found your mate! Freya Holsworth with a 100% match. Please come to the capital to proceed with your bonding. Hope you two mates bonded soon~"
...
"Let's go to the Capital." Francis stared at the man's determined blue eyes and nodded his head. Well, he can just cancel the two social parties from the big investors.
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In an unclaimed planet in the Northern systems.
A man with brown hair and green eyes carried a scanner to a big tree. With his tall stature, he easily bypassed the thorny vines lying on the ground.
The scanner in his hand activated and began to identify the tree. Seeing the results are none, the man's tanned but handsome face revealed a big smile.
He had found another class of trees that wasn't on the Empire's data bank. While internally celebrating his newfound achievement, the dusty brown netwatch on his hand rang. With a celebratory mood, he opened the netwatch, and his smile froze.
"Congratulations. You have found your mate! Freya Holsworth with a 100% match. Please come to the capital to proceed with your bonding. Hope you two mates bonded soon~"
"Ah? Seriously? They did?" Cleine mumbled before excitedly waving his hand in joy.
"Today is Cleine's lucky day! I found a tree and a wife~ Just for me~"
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In the Capital, the Emperor's workroom.
"Heh."
"..."
"Haha."
"..."
"Your Majesty, may I know what happy news you have received for you to keep sniggering like that?" Troy asked with his usual smile, coldness seemingly seeping within.
Emperor Brixain ceased his laughing mockery and glanced at his stern adviser with pity.
"Troy."
"What is it, Your Majesty?" Troy continued to type in his document and didn't spare the Emperor a glance.
"Do you know?" Emperor Brixain asked with mischief.
"What should I know?"
"You have a mate."
"Oh, yes. I know."
Troy's hand stilled and he faced the Emperor with a questioning gaze.
"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?!" Red eyes narrowed and Troy's voice became a pitch higher.
"Well, I found out after checking with the Mating Hall-"
*Clang*
Only the red flash of hair can be seen leaving the room.
"Hahaha."
Alexa, the Emperor's holographic A.I avatar, appeared.
"You're evil, master. You didn't say the rest of the situation to him."
"He deserves it. Who told him to leave without hearing everything from me?"