Zhan Wen basked in the glow of victory as the disciples of the Burning Fire sect surrounded him, congratulating him on his impressive performance in the martial arts competition. He accepted their praise with a gracious smile, feeling a surge of pride in his chest. He did it. He won.

Zhan Wen could barely contain his excitement; the battle had been fierce but swift since he had allowed Shen Shei to toil around for a while before he crushed him completely with his saber. There was a moment during the fight when he felt his devil’s blood surge hotly in his veins, but Zhan Wen controlled it and didn’t allow it to rule him. Zhan Wen turned to face his father, and the elder man beamed with pride. “Well done, my son,” he said, clapping Zhan Wen on the back. “You have made us all proud today.”

The air was thick with the scent of incense and the sound of clinking cups. Zhan Wen had just been declared the champion, having defeated every other competitor in the martial arts tournament. Zhan Wei stood off to the side, the aroma of the alpha’s scent was like a warm breeze, carrying the sweet and spicy notes of cardamom and nutmeg over a bed of rich, dark earth.

The disciples raised their cups in a toast, and Zhan Wen spoke, “I am but a humble disciple and it is an honor to stand before you as the champion. I would like to thank my fellow martial artists for their skills and their courage. Each one of you has shown great strength and determination.”

The room erupted into cheers and applause as the disciples toasted Zhan Wen’s victory. “To Zhan-gongzi, the greatest martial artist of our generation!” they cried.

Zhan Wen raised his cup in response. “To my fellow disciples, who have pushed me to become stronger and better. I could not have achieved this without your guidance and support. Let us continue to train together and strive for even greater heights.”

Zhan Wen had proven himself as the strongest among them, but the spirit of camaraderie and respect remained among the disciples. Zhan Wen drained his cup and all the disciples cheered. Zhan Wen’s heart swelled with joy. He had trained hard for this moment, and it had all paid off. But as he looked around at the sea of smiling faces, one person caught his eye.

Lei Bo stood off to the side, his expression inscrutable. Zhan Wen frowned slightly, wondering why he seemed so quiet. Lei Bo regarded him quietly, his features are sharp and refined, like the edges of a waterfall, and his piercing gaze is as deep and mysterious as the depths of an ocean. Zhan Wen felt the hair on his arm bristle beneath his gaze, almost as if Lei Bo could see right through him.

“Zhan-gongzi won!”

“Congratulations Zhan-gongzi!” the disciples around cheered and the celebrations continued.

“That reminds me,” Zhan Wei said, his mouth hooking into a smile. “We also have a wedding to plan.”

“Who? Zhan-gongzi’s? No way! Who’s the lucky omega?”

“Tell us!”

“She must be a rare beauty.”

Zhan Wen snorted loudly, staring at his father. Zhan Wei shook his head and pointed to Lei Bo. “It’s your Wanbei,” Zhan Wei announced. “In two weeks.”

The disciples cheered once again, and Zhan Wen felt a flutter of excitement in his stomach. But still, Lei Bo remained silent. As the crowd began to disperse, Zhan Wen approached him, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you all right, my love?” he asked, taking his hand in his.

Lei Bo looked up at him, his eyes searching his face. “I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m just…thinking.”

Zhan Wen nodded, sensing that there was more to his words than he was letting on. But he decided not to press the matter, knowing that Lei Bo would tell him in his own time.

Instead, he leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. “We have a lot to celebrate today,” he said, grinning. “Let’s enjoy it while we can.”

Lei Bo smiled back at him, and Zhan Wen felt a rush of love for him. Whatever was troubling him, he vowed to support him through it. Together, they would face whatever the future held. Zhan Wen was riding high, with his omega nearby and the devil’s blood thrumming through his veins he knew this would be a time he would never forget.

Zhan Wen and Lei Bo were leaving the competition area, their hands clasped tightly together. They were still basking in the glow of Zhan Wen’s victory when a group of people walked by them, they were from the Heavenly Orchard sect, their robes fluttering in the wind as they gazed at them with a jealous expression. “Pst, isn’t that Lei Bo? The omega that likes at least ten cocks a day?”

One of the disciples laughed. “Yeah, he heard Lei Xun’s cock wasn’t enough so he had to leave the entire sect for another cock. What a beguiling omega! So ruthless!”

Their mocking laughter echoed through the air like the sound of clanging bells. The devil’s blood consumed Zhan Wen’s thoughts, filling his mind with dark desires and cruel intentions.

Zhan Wen felt his anger begin to rise as the group taunted Lei Bo. How dare they! Calling Lei Bo a soiled omega and other derogatory names, Zhan Wen could kill them just for breathing! His devil’s blood surged in his veins, and he felt the urge to lash out at them, to protect his mate.

But Lei Bo’s touch on his arm stopped him.

“Let it go,” Lei Bo said softly, his voice like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Zhan Wen looked down at his mate, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He hated these righteous sects who looked down on omegas like Lei Bo, who had been forced into a situation beyond their control. Damn them. Lei Bo was above it. He had heard it for years since he rejected Lei Xun’s offer and defected to the Burning Fire sect, but still to think after all this time rumors about him leaving were spread to the four corners of the earth. These sects were truly despicable!  Zhan Wen walked away his heart heavy. He knew that he and Lei Bo would face many challenges as a mated pair, but he was determined to stand by his mate, no matter what. He would show the world that a omega like Lei Bo was just as worthy of respect and love as any other.

He held Lei Bo’s hand tighter, unwilling to let the omega out of his sight. Lei Bo would be his responsibility from now on, he would cut out anyone’s tongue who dared to speak against him.

…..

The wedding hall was adorned with red and gold decorations, each one a symbol of prosperity and good luck. The walls were draped with silk, the color of ripe pomegranates, and shimmered like a school of fish in the sunlight. The tables were adorned with fresh flowers, their petals like drops of rain on a summer morning. The guests were dressed in their finest attire, their colorful clothing resembling a garden of blooming flowers. They mingled and chattered like a flock of sparrows, their excitement and joy palpable in the air. Zhan Wen’s blood raced in his veins when his eyes landed on Lei Bo.

Lei Bo was a vision of beauty. His dress was a vibrant shade of red, the color of a ripe persimmon, and shimmered like a dragonfly’s wings. His hair was coiled like a blooming peony, and his jewelry sparkled like stars in the night sky. Zhan Wen was handsome and dashing in his traditional garb. His robes were the color of a sunset, and his smile lit up the room like a beacon of light. He was the center of attention, the sun around which the other guests orbited.

Zhan Wen stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been more nervous in his life. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He knew that he loved Lei Bo with all his heart, and he would do anything to make him happy.

They exchanged vows with their love like a river, flowing endlessly and deep. Their eyes met, and it was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in a sea of bliss. The guests cheered as they were pronounced husband and wife, their happiness like a chorus of birdsong in the springtime. It was a day of joy and celebration, a memory that would last a lifetime. The guests cheered as they were pronounced husband and wife, and Zhan Wen felt like he was on top of the world.

But still, Lei Bo remained silent.

As they made their way to the reception, Zhan Wen took Lei Bo’s hand in his. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice soft.

Lei Bo looked up at him, his eyes shining with emotion. “I’m happy,” he said simply.

…..

Zhan Wen stood wringing his hands outside the door to his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. It was his wedding night, and he was filled with anticipation and nervousness. During dinner, he could barely keep anything down and messed up during his toast and his speech, far too nervous to speak. Zhan Wei had shot him several knowing looks and held back a small smile as he sipped his Baijiu. He knew that he loved Lei Bo with all his heart, but he couldn’t help feeling a sense of apprehension.

As he pushed open the door, he was struck by the sight of his mate. Lei Bo was dressed in a set of beautiful white robes, that clung to his body in all the right places. Zhan Wen felt his throat go dry as he took in the sight of his mate’s flushed face and alluring omega scent, which hung in the air like the scent of blooming roses.

Lei Bo smiled shyly at him, his beauty like a painting come to life. His hair was taken down and styled in loose waves, framing his face like a halo, and his skin was like cream. His lips were the color of raspberry, inviting and tempting, and Zhan Wen felt a surge of desire in his chest.

The cinnabar near his eyes added to his imposing presence, a splash of bright color against his otherwise austere appearance. Zhan Wen crossed the threshold and took Lei Bo into his arms, taking in his rich scent, which was intoxicating and alluring, like a bouquet of blooming flowers. He couldn’t help but be drawn to his mate, like a moth to a flame. Heat. Lei Bo was in heat. Zhan Wen must have been blessed by the Gods.

“How do you feel? Is this, okay?” Zhan Wen was so nervous he thought he was going to die.

“It’s fine.”

Zhan Wen sighed in relief, then stared into his eyes. “My father said when he married my mother, he made a devil’s vow to bring down the heavens just to get back to her…this vow I want to make to you, Lei Bo. I will love no other. If you depart from this world, then I will avenge you and then follow.” 

Lei Bo touched his cheek gently, his eyes shining like the stars. “Shengzi…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “How does the devil love me?”

With all of his heart and soul. Zhan Wen wanted to shout, but instead, he said. “With iron and steel.”

Something dimmed in his eyes, but his hands were soft and gentle as he led Zhan Wen to the bed, their bodies moving together like the ebb and flow of the tides. They stood in front of the bed, Zhan Wen cradled Lei Bo’s face, thumbs gently brushing against his jawline as he brought their lips together in a soft kiss. He lingered for a moment, simply tasting, and nipping at his bottom lip. Lei Bo’s robes fell off his shoulders revealing his flawless skin. He was breathless beneath him, shuddering violently as their lips met again.

Their lips met in a slow, tantalizing dance, igniting a wildfire of desire within them. Zhan Wen could feel the rise and fall of Lei Bo’s breath, the soft moan that vibrated in the back of his throat. He tasted of honey and milk tea, and something distinctively unique. Zhan Wen’s mind surged, and he hugged him tighter and tighter. The kiss was like a match struck in the dark, sparking a fierce blaze of passion that consumed them both. Every touch, every caress, was an electric jolt that sent shivers down their spines. Zhan Wen felt his lower regions swell too quickly and he broke the kiss to stop them from getting too carried away. Lei Bo’s chest was moving rapidly, his lips stained red as he looked up at him. Lei Bo looked debauched with his face red and lips redder.

Zhan Wen’s chest ached and with one pull the white robe fell away leaving Lei Bo stripped bare. It was just like in his youth. Lei Bo was smooth and delicate, his abs defined and his muscles wiry. Zhan Wen’s gaze devoured every inch of skin, taking in those long endless legs and toned stomach, those pale wide shoulders, and rippling pectorals. Zhan Wen’s gaze latched onto Lei Bo’s small cock, which was twitching slightly and filling, while his mount below was moist and glistening.

Zhan Wen thought he might die from happiness. He felt a thirst at the back of his throat, a gnawing ache that would never be quenched. Lei Bo shivered slightly, his pink nipples pebbling beneath his gaze.

“Lei Bo.”

“No more talk.” He whined helplessly. “I’m done talking. No more words. Will you keep your wife waiting?”

Pleasure jolted through him at the term and he abandoned all thought and took Lei Bo into his arms again and dragged him to the bed. Lei Bo’s scent was reminiscent of a tranquil stream, calm and soothing with hints of wildflowers and fresh moss. He spread Lei Bo out on the bed, he opened his legs further, his eyes taking in the glistening folds and swollen clit. Lei Bo bit his lip, allowing Zhan Wen to do whatever he wanted, never speaking out against him. Zhan Wen could feel his omega scent grow anxious, the rapid rise and fall of his chest increasing.

Zhan Wen gasped, his breath caught in his throat the more he looked.

His cock hardened painfully in his robes. He made a strange noise at the back of his throat and his hands trembled forward, trailing up the alabaster thigh until he reached Lei Bo’s mount. Using Zhan Wen’s fingers pushed one ample fold to the side before tracing the vernal, sopping entrance. It was all so hypnotic, the feel of rippled skin against his rough thumb or the light hitch of Lei Bo’s breath. Zhan Wen withdrew his hand, only to move towards his aching cock, he palmed it through his robes before he parted them and it sprung free. Zhan Wen returned his fingers to Lei Bo’s cunt, his breath stuttering, eyes widening as he makes exploratory circles around Lei Bo’s entrance with his fingers and then plunges in.

“Fuck,” Lei Bo bows, hands gripping the covers until his knuckles are white.

He was tight. Tighter than what Zhan Wen was expecting. A virgin. The alpha’s mouth filled with saliva. He was past the point of no return. There was an obscene squelching sound that filled the room, along with stuttering breaths and hiccupping moans. In and out, out and in—Zhan Wen became mesmerized with the motion, his fingers being sucked in and the pressure of tight heat nearly crushing them. By the time they get a proper rhythm going Zhan Wen was nearly salivating and Lei Bo was wanton, fucking himself on Zhan Wen’s fingers. Lei Bo’s little cock was spurting white pearls all over his toned stomach, and soon he was even fucking Zhan Wen’s fingers. Everything was raging hot and Zhan Wen might burst into flames.

Lei Bo was so beautiful.

Zhan Wen removed his fingers, ignoring the impatient whine from Lei Bo. The alpha disrobed, taking it off slowly and methodically folding his clothes and placing them on the nearest tabletop, and climbed onto the bed. Lei Bo was breathtaking beneath him, practically glowing with sweat and mirth. He grabbed Lei Bo’s hips roughly, jerking his entire body towards him. The action was abrupt and made Lei Bo gasp loudly. “Alpha,” Lei Bo utters and Zhan Wen might lose his mind.

There wasn’t a point that Zhan Wen thought to stop, the onslaught of emotions and the crazed haze of lust clouded his vision. He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a brutish manner that ascended him into ecstasy.

Lei Bo was clawing at his back and scratching wildly. “Alpha please!”

Zhan Wen took hold of the base of his cock and wedged it between Lei Bo’s folds. The slick cunt throbbed and Zhan Wen’s vision nearly went black with how hard his heart was pounding. He made sure Lei Bo was ready before he guided himself into his pulsating entrance. Zhan Wen’s vision nearly went white, glittering sparks of sequin slivers and polar whites. He could feel Lei Bo’s cunt spasm around him, the eager and presumptuous folds greedily swallowing him whole.

“Ahh—alpha!” Lei Bo cried, gripped onto his shoulders.

Zhan Wen was so close, just above the ridge, just around the corner, that he could feel his balls clenching. Lei Bo convulsed beneath him, shuddering, and shaking with a loud cry that nearly shattered the air. Zhan Wen’s eyes bleed reddish gold, the color vibrant and luminous in the light, his canines elongate, his face changes, and he bit down hard, his sharp teeth piercing Lei Bo’s neck.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Lei Bo screamed as blood erupted from the wound. Zhan Wen latched onto his neck, feeling the mating bond between them solidify. Zhan Wen became blind with his eyes wide open, enjoying the sapphires and diamonds traipse across his vision.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He chanted, sucking at the wound, swirling his tongue inside to gather all the blood that was dripping down Lei Bo’s neck.

Lei Bo tightened around him, his cunt pulsating as he screamed. His entire chest flushed and it caused Zhan Wen’s knot to swell dangerously. Fuck. He can’t take it. With a near drunken cry, he ascended, bypassing this world, and flying onto the next. When Zhan Wen comes it’s like a supernova, a vast explosion rippling through his entire body and momentarily paralyzing him. His knot keeps coming, gushing like a volcano as waves upon waves nearly drag him under. Zhan Wen collapsed onto Lei Bo like a dead weight, his entire body quivering from the aftershocks. It took him several minutes to calm his pitter-pattering heart and his senses to befall him. His knot is still inflated, nearly bulging in Lei Bo’s stomach. Lei Bo was shaking, his hair plastered to his face and his smile infectious as he gazed up at his husband. “I love you,” Zhan Wen whispered, lips pressed against naked flesh.

Lei Bo didn’t respond, but he pressed his body closer as if to bask in his scent. The moment felt like a dream like they were the only two people in the world. They gave into their desires, their love was like a fire, burning hot and intense. Zhan Wen knew that he had found his true mate, the one who would be with him for the rest of his life.

1.    Chapter Twelve

Yun Xin sat in his room, surrounded by the opulent decor. The walls were adorned with intricate silk tapestries, while ornate wooden furniture filled the space. The room was bathed in a warm, soft light, coming from the small oil lamp on his desk.

Yun Xin couldn’t believe it. It had been weeks since the competition, and yet Fu Tai, his trusted servant, had been giving him the silent treatment ever since. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air, leaving Yun Xin feeling as though he had lost a part of himself. The competition had been the highlight of his life, the emperor himself congratulated Yun Xin on his crushing win but Fu Tai had remained suspiciously quiet, only talking when he was called upon and never acting out of turn.

Yun Xin had tried to talk to him several times, only for Fu Tai to clamp his mouth shut, hands balled into fists or outright leave the room. Yun Xin didn’t know what to do about it.

The first few days had been the hardest. Yun Xin had felt as though he was drowning in a sea of silence, each passing moment bringing with it a deeper sense of loneliness and betrayal. It was as though Fu Tai had abandoned him, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that was suddenly unfamiliar and hostile. He knew Fu Tai’s parents were there, expecting to see their son compete and they must have told their relatives about it. Yun Xin could not imagine the humiliation Fu Tai must have felt having to explain to them that Shifu never planned to have him compete in the first place.

Yun Xin was gentle and kind, not to mention that Fu Tai had forgotten to warm his bed or fix his breakfast for his father in order not to cause Fu Tai trouble. But as the days turned into weeks, Yun Xin began to feel a strange sense of despair in his heart. He loved Fu Tai deeply and the space between them seemed strange and unnatural. Yun Xin knew his heart, and he also knew that being with Fu Tai was inappropriate, but still, he couldn’t help the way he felt drawn to the alpha.

Even now when Yun Xin saw him, his heart would beat wildly. Fu Tai’s sleek black hair was usually styled in a modern cut, adding to his sophisticated and polished appearance. Although he was a servant, his masculine alpha appearance made Yun Xin’s insides clench and he could feel his face begin to warm whenever Fu Tai was nearby. And yet, as much as he tried to shake off the feeling, Yun Xin couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for Fu Tai’s resolve.

It was as though he was a rock, standing firm against the tides of time and emotion, unyielding in his determination to remain silent. Yun Xin didn’t know how to reach him, so he thought it’d be best to allow Fu Tai to come to him on his own. At times, Yun Xin felt like a lost child, wandering through the wilderness, searching for a home that no longer existed. It was as though Fu Tai had taken a part of him with him, leaving behind only a shell of a man.

But despite the pain and confusion he felt, Yun Xin refused to give up. He knew that he had to find a way to break through Fu Tai’s wall of silence, to reach the man he had once called his friend. Or at least give him the comfort and warmth that only a friend could provide until Fu Tai was ready to talk.

Yun Xin smiled to himself and waited patiently for the moment when Fu Tai would finally open up to him and he would finally let go of the past and embrace the future. For it was only then that he could truly be at peace, only then that he could truly call himself whole.

…..

The next day, Yun Xin was summoned by the Imperial Prince Gong Yijun. As he made his way through the palace halls, he noticed the intricate artwork on the walls and the opulent furnishings that adorned the corridors. The soft sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet hallways, as he tried to maintain his composure. His mind raced with thoughts of what the prince might want and how he could best serve the empire. Perhaps it was to congratulate him? Then again, why would Gong Yijun use such formal means to do so?

Excitement and nervousness roiled through him at the thought of meeting the prince. A part of him was hoping that it wasn’t because he had fallen behind in their studies. He quickened his pace, eager to find out. Yun Xin walked into the grand room of the imperial palace, his heart pounding in his chest. There was usually only one reason people from the court received an imperial summons, and he knew that it could only mean trouble. A eunuch led Yun Xin to a cozy sitting area, where Gong Yijun was lounging and he greeted him with a warm smile. “Yun Xin, it’s good to see you,” he said, pouring them both cups of tea. “I hear a congratulation is in order.”

“Thank you.” Yun Xin bowed deeply, then cupped his fist. Once the prince waved him off, he took a seat on a cushion and sipped his tea, feeling its warmth spread through his body. “Your Highness, you wanted to see me?” he asked, trying to sound calm.

“Yes,” Gong Yijun replied, his eyes crinkled. Yun Xin noticed that over the past few years, he has grown into the alpha he was supposed to be. He has a powerful and athletic build that exudes strength and confidence. His muscular arms and broad shoulders are evidence of his rigorous training regimen, and he carries himself with a sense of pride and self-assurance. All the features befitting the prince, gone was his awkward stutter and in his place was a very attractive young alpha. “My stepmother is dead.”

Yun Xin’s brows climbed his forehead, and he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He knew how much Gong Yijun hated his stepmother and how much she abused him over the years, but he was never expecting this. “Oh.” Judging by Gong Yijun’s expression, it was good news.

“She died late last night. It was suppressed by my father so as not to cause panic, but there’s been an outbreak of tuberculosis. She caught it, my father has it as well and so does my brother Gong Xiaolong…they say he won’t last the night.” Gong Yijun sipped his tea, clearly holding back a smile.

Yun Xin wasn’t sure what to say. They never treated Gong Yijun well due to his stuttering, and even afterward they treated him like nothing. Yun Xin knew Gong Yijun hated them all to death, so their death was nothing short of a miracle. “I’m…sorry for your loss.”

Gong Yijun’s lips lifted into an attractive smile. “Don’t be.”

Yun Xin nodded and didn’t know what to say next. He was wondering how they all managed to get tuberculosis, but Gong Yijun remained untouched. Strange. “I see.”

“My father is too sick to make arrangements, and I can’t move until we know the fate of Gong Xiaolong since my father hasn’t named a successor we’ll have to wait and see what happens next.”

“Ah.” Yun Xin replied nodding. It would be more than likely that Gong Yijun took over the throne, if that were the case Yun Xin should prepare himself to become his acting general, the way his father was the current emperor general. “Thank you for telling me.”

Gong Yijun was practically beaming, then his hand came over Yun Xin’s. “I’m…without my father pushing it I don’t have to marry Yun Xinyi. I-I can be free.”

Yun Xin nodded eagerly. “That’s good news. I know Yun Xinyi was looking forward to cultivating for a few more years too. It’s probably best to delay for the time being.”

Gong Yijun’s entire face flushed red. “Do you really think so?”

“Of course,” Yun Xin replied. “You’re both young. Take some time before settling down.”

“Yin-er, would—I mean—as an Omega—d-d-do you think you’d—”

“Your Highness,” a eunuch interrupted him, bowing deeply. “Urgent news for the Emperor.” He handed Gong Yijun a scroll and he unraveled it quickly, and then Gong Yijun’s expression turned serious.

“What is it?”

Gong Yijun sighed through his nose and passed him the imperial scroll. Yun Xin read it over, his eyes widening in horror. “T-This cannot be true—”

“I’m afraid it is,” Gong Yijun replied. “We have reason to believe that the Burning Fire sect is planning an attack on the imperial palace.”

Yun Xin’s heart skipped a beat. “An attack? Are you sure?”

Gong Yijun nodded. “Yes, our intelligence reports have been consistent. We cannot ignore this threat. We need to take action.”

Yun Xin felt a knot form in his stomach. He had always known that conflict with the Burning Fire sect was inevitable, but to hear it spoken out loud made it all the more real. But to brazenly attack the palace? Why would they go to such lengths? Something about it didn’t sit right with him, but who was he to question the emperor?

“That’s not all…” Gong Yijun said. “We have evidence that Zhan Wei is a devil, and he has been hiding inside the Burning Fire sect. Who knows how many devils he allowed inside his clan? What if they’ve breached the realm? We cannot allow him to continue to wreak havoc on our kingdom.”

Yun Xin’s mind raced and for a moment he couldn’t believe it. When he saw Zhan Wei, he looked like such an outstanding individual, but from what everyone was saying Zhan Wei was actually one of the most dangerous men in the land. If he was truly a devil, then the threat he posed was even greater than they had imagined. Then he would have to do his best to fight as hard as he could to protect the clans. The devil realm was sealed off from the mortal realm, if there is a breach then we need to know about it as soon as possible and gather all resources together to stop it.

There was something behind his words that Yun Xin wasn’t quite grasping, but the more he looked at Gong Yijun the more he felt like he was telling him to do something else. Something more. There was no point in beating around the bush and so he asked outright. “What do you want me to do, Your Highness?”

Gong Yijun’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to kill Lei Bo.”

…..

Yun Xin’s heart skipped a beat. Lei Bo was Zhan Wen’s omega, Yun Xin had heard recently that they were newly mated and married. How could Yun Xin kill another omega? By this time what if Lei Bo was pregnant with Zhan Wen’s child? The thought chilled him to the bone and his uneasiness grew. Despite the war, omegas didn’t generally fight for this reason alone, it was also why most omegas couldn’t cultivate past the Qi Condensation stage. Yun Xin’s throat felt dry thinking about it. Lei Bo certainly looked like a temptress, but then again how could Yun Xin know besides all the rumors he’d heard?

“May this lowly one ask, why Lei Bo must die?” 

“Lei Bo has many aliases, and it was later revealed that he was working for Zhan Wei by moving between the mortal realm and the devil realm cargo between the two. But we don’t know exactly what they’re moving, all we know is that it’s even altered Lord Xaio leader of the five devils.”

“Even though devils are sealed inside, mortals can still move freely through the realms. Aside from that, the current Jia Zedong is accusing him of stealing money from the Snake Poison sect, after he was banished by Lei Xun. There is also a rumor that they have a love child, a daughter by the name of Lei Fang…I understand that killing him would be a dangerous and difficult task, but as the prince, I need to make the right choice. Lei Bo is a lecherous omega and causing his sect master to almost qi deviate and relinquish his title just to recover is truly despicable.”

 Gong Yijun fumed, his hands curled into fists. Yun Xin wasn’t aware all of this had happened, he’d heard of serval rumors regarding the omega, but since it had gone so far that even the prince was involved, he knew the accusations against the omega couldn’t be taken lightly.

“General Yun Jiahao will lead the first waves of attacks against the Burning Fire sect tomorrow, I want you to join him as my eyes and ears on the battlefield and report back once the omega is dead.”

Tomorrow? But Gong Yijun just received the news a few minutes ago. How could he be prepared to go to war so quickly? Unless…Gong Yijun had already planned to and this was just solidifying his reason to destroy the Burning Fire sect. Yun Xin’s thoughts were reeling, but this was an imperial decree and he dared not refuse. Yun Xin cupped his fist and bowed, he knew that he couldn’t refuse the prince’s command.

“I will do it,” he said, trying to sound confident.

Gong Yijun nodded. “Good. We cannot afford to let any traitors live. You will have my full support in this matter.”

Yun Xin stood up, feeling the weight of his mission heavy on his shoulders. He knew that he had to succeed, no matter the cost. Yet, something about all of this didn’t seem right with him.

Refusing a alpha wasn’t a crime…

Was it truly Lei Bo’s fault Lei Xun Qi deviated from the rejection? He agreed the money stolen should be repaid, but does the omega truly deserve death? Was consorting with devils that heinous of a crime he wouldn’t even get a trial? As the Emperor general, he knew he’d be having conversations off the record, and some things he may have to do that he didn’t agree with, but Yun Xin was prepared for it. He steeled his nerves and readied himself for the battle ahead. 

…..

Yun Xin gazed up at the night sky, the stars twinkling like diamonds in a sea of black velvet. The horse he rode, snorted as the remaining general remained back behind the line. The air was still, yet charged with electricity, like a storm about to break. He could sense the tension in his companions and knew that they were ready to strike. Yun Xin was accompanied by his Shifu, who stood tall and resolute beside his father Yun Jiahao, as they advanced toward the Burning Fire sect. The group was tense with anticipation, ready to execute their secret attack.

They approached the enemy stronghold, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with fear. The sound of their footsteps was muffled, like the heartbeat of a predator stalking its prey.

Yun Xin felt his heart pounding with excitement, like a war drum beating in his chest. The air was thick with the scent of battle, like the musk of a wild animal. Shifu drew his sword, and Yun Jiahao followed suit, their movements precise and fluid. Fu Tai and Yun Xinyi stood ready, their weapons at the ready, their faces set in grim determination.

The plan was to attack the Burning Fire sect quietly, catching them off guard. Yun Xin could feel the tension building, like a bowstring being drawn tighter and tighter.

They prepared to strike, he felt a sense of fear creep in, and like a cold hand wrapping around his heart. But he also felt the resolve and determination in his comrades, like a fierce flame burning bright in the darkness. They were like shadows moving in the night, silent and deadly. As they reached the Burning Fire sect, Yun Xin knew that they were about to unleash a storm upon their enemies, one that would be felt for years to come. Then there were lights in the Burning Fire sect, cultivators were rushing everywhere unprepared for the attack against them. The Burning Fire disciples got ready, shouted their orders, and quickly got into formation.  Yun Xin felt his heart pounding like a drum as he faced the Burning Fire sect cultivators. He could hear the clash of swords and the battle cries of his fellow sect members all around him.

“Charge!” General Yun Jiahao shrilled and they rode into battle.

Yun Xin rode into battle on his trusty horse, feeling the wind whip through his hair and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. But suddenly, a group of Burning Fire disciples charged at him, causing his horse to rear up and throw him to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, unsheathing his sword, and diving headfirst into the fight. He fought with all his might, but his thoughts kept drifting to Yun Xinyi, his beloved Shigu who was fighting by his side.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing scream that cut through the chaos of the battlefield. He turned just in time to see Lei Bo, the omega of the Burning Fire sect, strike a deadly blow to Yun Xinyi. Time seemed to slow down as Yun Xin watched in horror as his Shigu fell to the ground, her lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. Anger surged through Yun Xin like a raging inferno. He felt like a trapped animal, desperate to break free and exact revenge on the one who had caused him so much pain. His movements became faster, more precise, fueled by his fury.

Yun Xin launched himself at Lei Bo, his sword slicing through the air with the speed and ferocity of a lightning bolt. Every fiber of his being was focused on one thing: taking down the man who had killed his Shigu. Lei Bo was a skilled fighter, but Yun Xin’s rage gave him an edge that he had never felt before.

Their swords clashed in a shower of sparks, the sound echoing across the battlefield. Yun Xin’s eyes blazed with the intensity of his hatred as he attacked again and again, each blow stronger and more relentless than the last. He fought like a man possessed, his body moving with the fluidity of a dancer and the strength of a wild animal.

The battle raged on, the sounds of metal against metal and the screams of the wounded filling the air. But for Yun Xin, there was only one thing that mattered: revenge. He fought with a single-mindedness that would have scared even the most battle-hardened warrior.

Yun Xin faced Lei Bo, his opponent on the battlefield. The two men circled each other warily, each aware of the other’s skill. Yun Xin’s heart pounded like a drum as he waited for the first strike.

Lei Bo looked distracted, constantly looking away to make sure Zhan Wen was okay. Yun Xin sensed an opening and lunged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. But Lei Bo was quick, and he dodged out of the way with the grace of a dancer.

The two fighters exchanged blows, their swords ringing out like thunderclaps. Yun Xin felt a sense of exhilaration wash over him as he fought with all his might. Lei Bo was a worthy opponent, but Yun Xin was determined to come out on top.

Suddenly, Yun Xin noticed that Lei Bo was not fully focused on the fight. He kept glancing over at Zhan Wen, who was under attack by something sinister. Yun Xin’s eyes widened as black miasma grew all around him, he seemed to be struggling with some immense power.

“Breathe!” Lei Bo shouted, he turned for a split second, just to make sure his mate was okay. Yun Xin saw his chance and seized it, unleashing a flurry of strikes that left Lei Bo reeling.

Another martial artist attacked Zhan Wen, and Lei Bo leaped in the way to protect him. Lei Bo cried out as his arm was slashed, he counter-attacked and stabbed the other cultivator in the stomach, but he was badly wounded. Yun Xin could see the pain etched on his face. Yun Xin pressed forward with even more ferocity, his movements swift and precise. Lei Bo fought back with all his might, but he was weakened by his injuries.

The battle raged on, the sound of swords clashing filling the air. Yun Xin felt his heart racing as he pushed himself to the limit, his muscles burning with the effort. Zhan Wen was surrounded by cultivators, Yun Xin could barely make out his red robes in the flurry of people who were trying to kill him.

Lei Bo’s face was ashen, but he was fighting with every breath. It wasn’t until a sharp cry pierced the air and Lei Bo’s head snapped to the side, that he saw Zhan Wen stabbed through the shoulder by the other cultivator. Lei Bo’s full attention was now on Zhan Wen.

Yun Xin snarled, he saw an opening and struck a killing blow, plunging his sword into Lei Bo’s chest. Lei Bo stared at him in shock, his eyes wide as Yun Xin ripped out his sword and watched Lei Bo fall to the ground. Agony rippled on Lei Bo’s handsome face, and a strange light emitted from his chest before being snuffed out like a candle.

 Yun Xin’s heart jammed into his heart, and for some reason, he felt like he had died too. The rain began to fall in a heavy downpour, pattering against his skin and drenching his robes. 

Yun Xin stood over his fallen opponent, his chest heaving with the effort of the fight. They had to go. Now. He looked around frantically for Yun Xinyi’s body and picked her up, angry tears falling down his face. Shigu. He clenched his teeth and brought her back, her beautiful face tucked into his neck.

She was gone.

…..

Zhan Wen choked on a scream. Lei Bo’s body fell to the ground, his eyes wide open as the sword was ripped from his chest. The mating bond between them shrilled before shattering completely and Zhan Wen felt it like a thousand knives piercing his body.

No.

The wound on his shoulder bleed profusely and he snarled, grabbing the cultivator that slashed him by the neck and ripping out his throat. A blistering red haze filled his vision as he fought through the sea of cultivators, cutting them down piece by piece, ignoring the cries of horror as his body began to transform. The devil’s blood swarmed and his heartbeat in his chest like a drum the world around him nearly faded into darkness as his true nature finally erupted in his veins.

His skin rippled and stretched like molten wax, contorting into a patchwork of matted fur and bulging muscle. His bones cracked and twisted, elongating into a gnarled and twisted form, while his eyes burned with wild, feral hunger. It was as if a demon had taken hold of him, twisting and corrupting his very essence into something primal and terrifying.

The cultivators around him screamed and tried to run away but Zhan Wen’s claw sliced them into minced meat. Thunder rolled across the sky, and Zhan Wen’s snarled exposing a row of razor-sharp teeth long as swords. Kill them all.

He howled, piercing the air as the rest of them scrambled to get away, but Zhan Wen moved faster than lightning. He grabbed the nearest disciple and tore into his flesh, the disciple choked on a garbled scream before he was devoured instantly. Zhan Wen fought his way over to Lei Bo, but by then it was too late. Agony shot through him and Zhan Wen fell to his knees, his devil’s blood calming and his form turning back to human.

The rain drenched Zhan Wen’s clothes and plastered his hair to his forehead as he held Lei Bo, his dying omega mate, in his arms. Lei Bo’s once sparkling eyes now dulled and glazed over, his skin pale as the moon, soaked in his own blood, the bright red liquid contrasting starkly with his skin. Zhan Wen’s heart broke as he watched his mate slip away, knowing he couldn’t save him. The pain was indescribable, like a sharp blade piercing his soul, leaving a raw and jagged wound.

“How does the devil love me?”

Zhan Wen shook, his hand braced against Lei Bo’s pale cheek. “T-this Devil Venerable loves with iron and steel.” There was no point in denying what he was anymore. He was a devil and he would never let them make him feel ashamed of it ever again.

Zhan Wen couldn’t speak, his heart breaking in two. Lei Bo looked up at Zhan Wen, his eyes filled with love and pain. “Remember,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Remember your iron heart and your devil’s vow.”

Zhan Wen nodded, tears mixing with the rain on his face. “I will,” he vowed. “I will make them pay for what they’ve done to us.”

Lei Bo took his last breath, and Zhan Wen held him close, his heart heavy with sorrow. But he also knew that he couldn’t let his mate’s death be in vain. He would honor Lei Bo’s memory by seeking justice and making sure that those responsible paid for their crimes. He would not let his hatred consume him, but he would not forget his iron heart and his devil’s vow. The rain continued to pour down, a bleak and mournful accompaniment to Zhan Wen’s grief.

He’ll never forget the first day he laid eyes on Lei Bo. General Lei Bo’s beauty was cold and unapproachable. His features were sharp and angular, with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through people. The cinnabar near his eyes added to his imposing presence, a splash of bright color against his otherwise austere appearance, but at age nine Zhan Wen knew he was in love. No. No. Zhan Wen buried his face in Lei Bo’s neck sobbing violently, his chest felt like it was being carved open as his sect burned before his eyes. He had no idea where his father was, but he knew General Yun Jiahao would not give up until everyone in the sect was dead.

He had to find his father. He had to save his sect. But Zhan Wen could barely breathe past the gaping hole in his chest. Lei Bo was dead and the world was on fire.

Zhan Wen heard the sound of a pipa drifting through the air. The notes were like a whisper in the wind, delicate and ethereal, tears burned his eyes, and no matter what he knew he would never hear the musician responsible for the haunting melody play it ever again. He would make the Heavenly Orchard sect pay, even if it meant risking everything, he held dear.

Zhan Wen’s heart was a shattered mess, broken and battered by the loss of his mate. It was like a part of him had been ripped away. The pain was excruciating, a searing hot blade that seemed to slice through his soul.

How does the devil love me?

With iron and steel.

The battlefield was a scene of destruction and devastation after the battle. The ground was torn and scorched, evidence of the intensity of the fight. Smoke filled the air, along with the smell of blood. The bodies of the fallen were scattered around, their limbs twisted and their eyes lifeless. It was a chaotic and violent scene, a reminder of the horrors of war.

Zhan Wen sat among the wreckage, his body and soul overwhelmed with grief. He couldn’t move. It felt as if a part of him had been torn away, leaving a raw and jagged wound that would never heal. Zhan Wen sat there, surrounded by the bodies of his comrades, he felt a wave of emptiness wash over him. He had lost everything in this battle – his mate, his home, his purpose. He didn’t know how he would go on, how he would find the strength to continue fighting.

Suddenly, General Mao appeared, his body battered and bloodied. He was panting, his face filled with worry and concern. “Zhangmen, we have to retreat,” he said urgently. “The Heavenly Orchard sect is too strong. We can’t win this battle.”

“Leave me,” Zhan Wen replied holding Lei Bo’s lifeless body in his arms.

He’s already gone cold, his pale skin white as snow. Zhan Wen brushed a lone tear from Lei Bo’s eye, not knowing if it was Lei Bo’s or his own.

Mao Xia’s eyes widened as he took in Lei Bo’s dead body and swallowed, looking around anxiously. “My lord, there’s no one to lead us and the sect leader has been ambushed in the great hall. Please we need—”

“Leave me!” Zhan Wen snarled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. He clutched Lei Bo in his arms so hard his knuckles were white. He would never give him up. Not now. Not even. He’d follow Lei Bo straight to hell once he avenged him.

Mao Xia’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t back down. “My lord, they need you too.”

Remember your iron heart and your devil’s vow. Zhan Wen shook his head vehemently as if Lei Bo had spoken the words again aloud, but his body remained still. Cold. He was long gone. Mao Xia stepped forward again, his eyes beseeching, reflecting the flames of their sect. This was all he had left.

He had to save them. Zhan Wen pressed a trembling kiss to Lei Bo’s forehead, brushing his hand against his chest for the last time before he laid him to rest on the ground. Zhan Wen stood on shaking legs, his chest felt like it was carved open by a rusty knife. “Watch after him. Don’t let him leave your sight.”

“Yes, my lord!” Mao Xia saluted.

Zhan Wen dragged his body several steps forward, rage curling hot and unstoppable in his gut. Black mist coiled around his entire body, the disciples nearby inched back in horror, and most of them dropped their swords in fright to flee from the man transforming into a monster.

Zhan Wen’s skin stretched and contorted into a grotesque patchwork of matted fur and bulging muscles, while his bones cracked and twisted into a gnarled and twisted form. With an animalistic growl, he lunged at the disciples surrounding him, his eyes burning like hot coals. His once-human senses were now heightened, like an apex predator honing in on its targets, leaving the disciples paralyzed with fear as they realized the extent of the danger before them. Zhan Wen leaped into the air, he grabbed the head of the nearest disciple and smashed it to pieces, his brains spread across the ground like scrambled eyes. He moved like a black shadow, slicing them all down and crushing their skulls like watermelons hitting concrete. Fury burned like wildfire in his veins, singeing his core until he could feel nothing else.

He’d slaughter them all.

Starting with that damn omega that killed his mate and destroyed his life.

…..

Zhan Wen approached the ruins of the Burning Fire sect palace with a heavy heart, the stench of smoke and ash filling his nostrils. The sect had been decimated, reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble and destruction. His transformation into a devil lycan had given the disciples the ability to push the sects back until they could do nothing more but retreat, but that didn’t mean that Zhan Wen had won by any means. He walked through the barren halls, Zhan Wen couldn’t help but feel like he was walking through a graveyard, surrounded by the ghosts of his past.

“Father?” he called out, but his voice was hoarse, his body caked in blood and guts. He should have chased them back to their sects and killed them all. He had found his sword near the front lines where he had abandoned it with Mao Xia and Lei Bo. “Father?”

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of his sword dragging behind him, a constant reminder of his failures. The once beautiful architecture now lay in ruins, the walls blackened and charred, and the floors cracked and broken. Zhan Wen felt like he was standing on the battlefield once again, surrounded by the chaos and destruction of war.

With every step, Zhan Wen’s agony grew, like a storm raging within him. The weight of his losses bore down on him like a crushing force, threatening to break him. He thought of his mate, Lei Bo, and the pain was like a knife twisting in his gut. The memory of his last moments, the sound of his screams, haunted him still.

He arrived at the throne room of Burning Fire palace, the heart of the sect, and stopped dead in his tracks. The room was empty, the throne destroyed and the banners torn and burned, but it was his father, nailed to the throne that made his heart want to flee his chest.

“Father…”

Zhan Wei was stabbed ten thousand times. The swords were still lodged in his body like nails holding him in place as if to mock him on his throne. His body was a mound of flesh while his mouth lay open in horror. Zhan Wen felt the blood drain from his body.

Zhan Wen’s sword clattered to the floor, his knees buckled and a tidal wave of anguish washed over him. The Burning Fire had been destroyed by the Emperor of Sun Ocean Palace, citing that Zhan Wei was a devil and that devils had no place in the mortal realm. His father had led the Burning Fire sect for many years and never once showed his true evil nature. The existence of devils in the mortal realm was few and far between, mostly because the devils hated the righteous mortal sects and vice versa. How they found out was beyond him, but Zhan Wen vowed to find out.

Growing up he had been half-devil due to his father’s lineage, and half-mortal but very few people knew how deep they were intertwined with the devil realm, nobody except Lei Bo, who was now dead. The weight of his failures pressed down on him, a heavy burden that threatened to consume him. Zhan Wen cried out, a primal scream of agony that echoed through the halls. But even as he cried, he knew that he could not give up.

He would rebuild the Burning Fire sect, he would honor the memory of Lei Bo, and he would never stop fighting. Zhan Wen knew that the greatest battles were not won on the battlefield but within the hearts of those who fought them.

…..

The morning sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the land, as Zhan Wen began to prepare for the ceremony. He wore a plain white robe, a symbol of mourning, and his hair was tied back in a simple knot. His sword lay at his side, a constant reminder of the battles he had fought and the losses he had suffered. Mao Xia lingered behind him, his head down and his face ashen, his white robe making his face look even more gaunt and haggard.

As the guests arrived, Zhan Wen welcomed them with a solemn nod, his eyes betraying the deep sadness that he felt. The air was filled with the scent of incense, the smoke rising like a bridge between the living and the dead. Zhan Wen had placed offerings of food and drink on an altar in the center of the shrine.

The ceremony began with the washing of Zhan Wei’s body, along with Lei Bo. It was a ritual meant to purify them before entering the afterlife. Zhan Wen cleaned their bodies with water, anointed them with oils and perfumes, and then dressed them in ceremonial clothing, with his heart ready to explode from his chest.

The guests then gathered around the altar for the offering of food and drink. Zhan Wen offered the first cup of wine to Lei Bo’s spirit, pouring it into a cup and placing it on the altar. The guests followed, each offering their cup of wine to his Zhan Wei and Lei Bo.

The Taoist priest then led the guests in a series of prayers and chants, asking for blessings and protection for their spirit. They also asked for guidance for their journey to the afterlife.

Finally, the casket was carried to the cemetery, where Lei Bo and Zhan Wei would be buried. Zhan Wen and his family followed, along with the guests, who carried white flowers as a symbol of purity and respect.

In the bleakness of the day, it seemed as though it were a never-ending blur of horror. Screams echoed through his mind at all hours, raging cries of death and destruction of the people of the Burning Fire. Very few of them were devils in disguise, the ones that were could easily protect themselves but the mortals had no choice. It was only now that he knew the extent of his father’s will against the emperor. Their sect was filled with devils.

Zhan Wen’s hands curled into a fist, starting at the very few people that were left. Some were high-ranking devils, while others were mortals, brought to the brink by the so-called righteous sects.

And he had no idea. Zhan Wen wanted to hate his father for hiding this from him, but what else could he do? Zhan Wei kept it secret until the emperor sought to destroy them. Having the devils here went against the will of the heavens, but they weren’t at all like how they were described in books. These devils were peaceful, half-mortals, most of them just looking for a place to settle. They weren’t like the bloodthirsty, vicious beast that kills cultivators senselessly. Zhan Wen swallowed around the knot in his throat, trying to make sense of what to do next. Everything was in ruins.

He was the sect leader’s son. They would be expecting him to say something. Do something, but he felt hollow.

“My lord?” Mao Xia stood beside him and Zhan Wen had no idea how or when he appeared.

Zhan Wen felt bitter tears slide down his cheek as he recalled Lei Bo, soft yet war-hardened, gazing at him over the fire, unwilling to go to bed just yet due to the biting winds for their encampment, but content to sit in the stillness beside him.

Peace and tranquility. Just them. With Zhan Wen watching the orange flames flicker over the freckles on his neck. How does the devil love me? With fire and ash. He dreamed of Lei Bo’s death often. It was broken into bits and pieces, the acrid smell of smoke, the licking flames around him, the sound of screaming. This was a true devil that erupted inside Zhan Wen’s heart.

That had been born that day he lost everything.

I’ve loved him since I was a child. Zhan Wen’s eyes burned hot with rage at the memory of Lei Bo. “You said you wouldn’t leave me. You promise.” He spoke the words bitterly through clenched teeth.

Lei Bo was enigmatic, with quick reflexes and a razor-sharp tongue, he was the strongest omega Zhan Wen had ever met, but even strength had its limits. Up against Yun Xin, Lei Bo had been needlessly slaughtered. When he looked back, he realized that Lei Bo had been too distracted. He didn’t take Yun Xin seriously as a threat and put most of his effort into helping Zhan Wen control his devil’s blood.

The lowered Lei Bo’s body last, Zhan Wen touched the covering over his face, swallowing around the knot in his throat. He stood there for a long time, long after they lowered him and long after the sky darkened to the point where the earth became the sea.

How does the devil love me?

A blistering rage grew in Zhan Wen’s heart and a bloody thirst for vengeance stirred hot and deep, coiling around his soul like a black mist.