I Married A Degraded Alpha
Chapter 61: Close Call

Chapter 61: Close Call

In the hospital room, Yuri gazed at Daleks and Ender who had suddenly walked in. She couldn’t help but feel puzzled, as she distinctly remembered telling them not to come. She needed to catch up on her studies and didn’t have time to entertain them.

Daleks and Ender were hemming and hawing, their eyes gleaming as they looked at Yuri.

Recognizing their familiar gazes, Yuri had an aha moment. "Are you two here for some emotional relief too?"

Daleks and Ender simultaneously nodded. "Mmhmm."

Kilana had talked up the benefits of emotional relief so much, plus they had seen the change in the first commander after he had it. They’d been itching to try it. With Kilana’s urging, they couldn’t resist anymore.

And so, they had arrived.

Despite having prepared a whole spiel, they were somehow at a loss for words sitting in front of Yuri. Fortunately, Yuri helped them out.

Yuri had a knack for understanding people.

"Got your payment ready?" Yuri decided to tease them a bit.

Daleks and Ender’s faces fell. Didn’t she say we’re different, that we don’t need to pay?

The pair exchanged a look, seeing the confusion mirrored in each other’s eyes. Has Kilana lied to us?

"Could you give us a discount?" Daleks managed to force a smile.

Yuri pondered, then asked hesitantly, "How much are you thinking?"

Daleks raised a hand, ready to speak, but Ender beat him to it. "Five hundred astracredits."

Daleks’ eyes widened, and he nudged Ender with his elbow, murmuring, "That’s too low."

Ender laughed, "Stop messing with us, Yuri. It’s not funny. Let’s forget about the five hundred astracredits. We can get you the top notes from the mecha manufacturing class. Will you provide emotional relief for us then?"

"Deal." Yuri agreed without hesitation.

Ender let out a sigh of relief, standing up to say, "We’ll go get them now."

"No rush. Let’s do the emotional relief first," Yuri replied.

Ender quickly sat back down, extending his hand to Yuri. "We’re in your hands."

Meanwhile, Daleks just sat there dumbfounded.

He hadn’t anticipated things would turn out to be like this, allowing Ender to seize the initiative.

Half an hour later, Ender and Daleks walked out of the hospital room, looking satisfied and refreshed.

Daleks stretched, remarking, "I feel like I’m back before I turned thirteen. No pain, no random irritability. My head feels lighter."

He’d awakened as an alpha at thirteen. Along with the robust physique and potent pheromones, akin to nerve toxins, came an endless sea of pain in his consciousness.

Truly a treasure, Ender sighed, thinking Yuri might be even more valuable than Tuss. After all, the Alliance had four SSS-tier alphas, three of them first-level commanders, and Tuss as a student. There was, however, only one SSS-tier beat, and that was Yuri.

Considering the effects of Yuri’s relief, he was certain anyone who experienced it would protect her like a precious treasure.

"With Yuri around, the Alliance’s SSS-tier alphas could extend their lives by at least ten years," Daleks stated confidently.

Yuri was likely going to be the Alliance’s most sought-after gem.

Ender had the same thought, sucking in a cold breath. "The Alliance’s most precious gem has emerged."

"Hush, keep it down. Walls have ears," Daleks cautioned, lowering his voice.

A few days after the Alliance’s fervor over the appearance of the SSS-tier alpha had subsided, Yuri continued her studies in the hospital room, oblivious to what was happening outside.

One night, while deep in sleep, Yuri was awoken by a faint fragrance of roses.

At first, she didn’t realize anything was amiss until her glands started to heat up. She swiftly sat up, pulling out suppressants from her dimensional button and inserting them into her arm.

Once the suppressants entered her body, Yuri felt the heat dissipating from her neck glands.

However, the scent of roses in the room was growing stronger.

Glancing at the firmly shut door, she quickly turned on the room’s exhaust system.

Something’s off. Yuri opened her opticomputer only to find the signal was zero.

A hissing sound was coming from the door, eerily similar to the steam whistle of a pressure cooker.

Holding her breath, Yuri hid behind the couch.

The door burst open with a bang, the heavy metal panel smashing onto the floor, echoing a loud crash.

"Are you sure she’s in there?"

"The intel can’t be wrong. Look, there’s a healing pod."

As they spoke, hurried footsteps grew closer.

At the same time, two thin metal wires snaked out from nowhere, coiling around the invaders’ ankles.

"What’s this?" the men stumbled.

In the next moment, the metal wires tightened abruptly, delicate but packed with immense force.

"Arghhhh!" A shrill scream echoed through the entire hospital.

The sturdy ankles were cleanly severed, two massive bodies crashed onto the ground, blood gushing out and rapidly pooling on the floor.

"My leg, my ankle’s gone."

"Who is it, who’s ambushing us?"

Gunfire echoed in the room.

The fallen men fired around in anger, causing explosions.

Yuri, hidden behind the couch, was pressed against the floor. At her mental command, the flexible metal wires coiled around the men’s bodies, tightening...

A hoarse, desperate scream was the last thing the men could do before death.

Yuri emerged from behind the sofa. At her thought, all the metal in the room fused into two ropes. The ropes, almost sentient, obediently coiled around the large healing pod and tied a firm knot.

Crash! The glass window shattered.

With a strong push, Yuri sent the healing pod flying through the broken wall. The flexible metal ropes embedded into the wall, tightly securing themselves to the building’s frame structure.

Frantic footsteps were getting closer.

"So annoying, just blow up the whole hospital."

"This is a level ten secure building, if you think you can blow it up, be my guest."

"Darn it, so much trouble."

The voices’ owners had arrived at the doorway, seeing their comrades, recognizable only by their faces, sprawled on the ground. They were taken aback.

Instinctively they tried to step back, but it was too late.

Countless thin wires wrapped around them, dragging them into the room.

The next second, a deafening explosion sounded, and the entire hospital shuddered.

They might not have been able to blow up the entire hospital, but they could easily blast one hospital room.

Yuri held onto the metal rope, below which was the suspended healing pod. As the pod swung, so did the rope, causing Yuri to sway precariously.

"She’s there!"

Someone yelled out.

Suddenly, Yuri felt a pang in her heart, and she instinctively cut the metal rope.

The wind whistled in her ears as Yuri, unable to open her eyes, aimed precisely at the weakest point of the glass wall.

Another crash sounded as two pieces of metal pierced through the glass wall and darted into the room. Yuri followed suit, leaping and rolling into the room.

Gunshots rang out, striking the healing pod.

Yuri’s heart clenched in fear as she grabbed the metal rope and pulled, the heavy healing pod rolled into the room.

In a panic, Yuri steadied the healing pod, seeing the cracks made by the bullets and feeling a wave of fear wash over her. Just a few more shots, and the pod and the person inside would have been destroyed.