Alpha Culinary Love

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 sighed, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me.

"And what about Betas? Do they go through any similar periods?" I asked, curious.

[Betas do not go through Sensitivity Periods. They are considered to be "normal" in this world and do not have the same biological urges as Alphas and Omegas.]

I nodded, feeling slightly relieved.

"Thank you, System. That's all for now," I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the new information.

[You're welcome, host. If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask.]

With that, the conversation with the system ended, leaving me to ponder the complexities of my new life as an Alpha in this world.

After my conversation with the system, I continued my morning routine, feeling a mixture of curiosity and apprehension about the world I now found myself in. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel the weight of my new responsibilities as an Alpha.

The white band around my neck served as a constant reminder of the rules and expectations that came with my new status. It felt strange to have to conceal a part of myself, but I understood the necessity of it in this society.

As I searched the room for the inhibitors, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The thought of having to rely on medication to control my biological urges was unsettling, but I knew it was necessary to avoid any unwanted attention.

Finally, after a few minutes of rummaging through drawers and cabinets, I found the inhibitors tucked away in a small box. I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that I wouldn't have to venture out to find them.

Just as I was about to put the box away, there was a sharp knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I hurried to answer it, finding a panicked-looking servant standing on the other side.

"Good morning," she greeted me, her voice trembling with urgency. "Could you please hurry and prepare breakfast for Madam Yura? She has been waiting for a long time, and now that you're the new chef, Yura is already very angry."

I nodded, feeling a sense of pressure building inside me. Yura was already angry, and I couldn't afford to make her wait any longer.

"Of course, I'll get started right away," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

The servant nodded gratefully before hurrying off, leaving me alone in the room. With a deep breath, I turned my attention back to the inhibitors and put them away in their designated spot.

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.

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