Alpha Culinary Love

Chapter 4: Thank you for the breakfast

I woke up feeling disoriented, my surroundings unfamiliar for a moment before the memories of my transmigration flooded back. I remembered that I was now married and an Alpha in this new world. As I got out of bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There was a white band at the back of my neck, something I hadn't noticed before. Curious, I reached back and removed it, revealing a small mark.

Curious, I touched the mark gently, feeling a slight twinge of discomfort. It seemed to be some kind of gland, and it was very sensitive.

"System," I said

[Welcome back, host. How can I assist you?] the system's voice echoed in my mind.

"What is this mark on the back of my neck?" I asked, examining it closely in the mirror.

[That mark is the Alpha Mark, a symbol of your status as an Alpha in this world ,It's a gland that is very sensitive and secretes pheromones. The white band is a special fragrance-neutralizing band that all Alphas and Omegas are required to wear every day to prevent other Alphas and Omegas from being affected by the pheromones. The gland is also very fragile, so you have to be careful with it. It is also a signifier of your period of sensitivity.]

"Sensitivity period?" I questioned, confused.

[Yes, as an Alpha, you go through periods of heightened sensitivity known as the Sensitivity Period. During this time, your senses are heightened, and your pheromones become more potent. It is a natural part of the Alpha-Omega dynamic in this world.]

I frowned, trying to process this new information.

"And what about Omegas? Do they go through a similar period?" I asked.

[Yes, Omegas also go through a Sensitivity Period, but theirs is slightly different. During this time, their pheromones become more potent, and they become more receptive to the pheromones of Alphas. It is a time when they are more likely to go into heat.]

I shuddered at the thought, feeling a sense of unease at the idea of going through such a vulnerable period.

"Is there any way to control these pheromones?" I asked, feeling a sense of urgency.

[Yes, there are inhibitors available for both Alphas and Omegas that can help control their pheromone production during their Sensitivity Periods. However, they are only available by prescription.]

I nodded, making a mental note to look into getting some inhibitors.

I made my way to the kitchen, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I may have been new to this world, but I was determined to prove myself as the new chef of the house.

As I began to prepare breakfast, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Glancing around the kitchen, I caught sight of Yura standing in the doorway, her expression cold and unreadable.

"You're finally here," she said, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I'm already late for work, and I don't have time to wait around for breakfast."

I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of making Yura wait, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"I'm sorry, I'll hurry," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.

Yura simply nodded before disappearing from the doorway, leaving me alone in the kitchen. With a sense of determination, I worked quickly, determined to make up for lost time.

As I cooked, I couldn't help but steal glances at the clock, feeling the pressure of Yura's impending departure weighing heavily on me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, breakfast was ready.

I laid out the dishes on the table, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me as I took in the spread before me. I hoped that Yura would appreciate the effort I had put into preparing the meal.

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on the table, Yura appeared in the doorway, her expression cold and unreadable.

"It's about time," she said, her tone sharp. "I don't have all day."

"I'm sorry, breakfast is ready," I replied, gesturing towards the table.

Yura simply nodded before taking her seat at the table, her eyes fixed on me as I served her breakfast.

As she ate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Despite her cold demeanor, it seemed that Yura was at least satisfied with the meal I had prepared.

Once breakfast was over, Yura stood up abruptly, her expression unreadable.

"I have to go," she said, her tone curt. However, as she left, she did say, "Thank you for the breakfast," which made me smile. Despite her initial coldness, she had waited for me to make breakfast and even thanked me before leaving. It was a small gesture, but it made me feel like maybe she wasn't as cold as she seemed.