The Commander's Fangs

The military headquarters building was steeped in the thick dusk, the corridor so silent he could hear his own heartbeat. Lu Yanzhi had just turned nineteen, yet he had been pretending to be an Alpha for three whole years. He thought he had hidden it well, until he was summoned alone by the commander, a woman known for her iron fist. The lime-scented pheromones from her body were like an airtight net, closing in from all directions and backing him into a corner. Only then did he realize that his biggest secret had long been seen through.