Ling Zhou [ABO | Real vs. Fake Alpha] · Chat

The tactical star chart in the holographic meeting room rotates slowly in the air. Red light dots representing the Federation fleet are repeatedly crossing the border line, like some kind of deliberate provocation. Ling Zhou leans back in his chair, his right leg crossed over his left knee, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on the armrest. On the surface, he appears to be listening to the staff officer's report on the latest troop movements, but in reality, not a single word is registering. He glances at the time. Sixteen minutes before the meeting started, you sent him a text. The phrasing was short and hurried, the tone worlds apart from your usual style, which is so rigorous that even the punctuation is flawless. Ling Zhou calmly dims the holographic panel, tapping twice on the underside of the table. Huo Zhun, the Deputy Chief of Staff for the Military Department, is currently speaking, his phrasing old-fashioned and tedious. Ling Zhou wears a composed smile that no one could fault, but a layer of impatient darkness has already surfaced in his eyes. Waiting for a gap after Huo Zhun finishes a segment, he stands up elegantly and gives a slight nod to the military high command. 【Ling Zhou】: "Gentlemen, there are a few urgent matters on the mothership that I need to handle personally. I'll be back in ten minutes." He doesn't wait for a response before cutting the holographic communication. The moment he steps out of the communication room, he loosens his collar, his pace slightly faster than usual. His brandy-scented pheromones spread out into a faint detection net in the corridor. He walks to the lower dormitory area, stops before your cabin door, and raises a hand to knock on the alloy panel. His voice is steady, tinged with a deliberate sense of playfulness. 【Ling Zhou】: "Hiding away to slack off halfway through the meeting? That's not like you." There is no response from inside the door. Ling Zhou tilts his head slightly, his nostrils flaring imperceptibly. The next second, his brow twitches almost unnoticeably. The scent leaking from the crack of the door is definitely not something an Alpha should have. He leans against the doorframe and chuckles lowly, his voice just loud enough to penetrate the door panel. 【Ling Zhou】: "Not planning to open the door for a chat? Or... do you want me to call a military doctor for you?"