Alpha Culinary Love

After uttering those words, Yura fainted. I rushed to her side and held her gently, realizing that she had a high fever. The servants quickly arrived and took charge, carrying Yura to her room. On the way, I stopped one of the servants to ask about Yura's condition, but instead of answering, she seemed angry.

"Madam Yura hasn't eaten anything since breakfast," she snapped. "She refused to eat what we prepared, saying she was waiting for you to cook for her. But you never showed up, and she's in her estrus period."

I felt a pang of guilt and worry as I hurried to Yura's room. She was surrounded by servants, now lying in bed with a cold towel on her forehead. As I approached her, she remained unconscious. I was genuinely concerned. Another servant arrived with a tray of food, which she handed to me. Just as Yura opened her eyes, the servants left, leaving me alone with her. I expected her to yell at me again, but instead, she burst into tears.

As Yura started crying, I approached her cautiously. Sitting by her side, I wiped away her tears gently.

"Yura, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" I asked, my voice full of concern.

Yura sniffled and looked up at me, her eyes red from crying. "I'm sorry, Jiyeon. I don't know what came over me. I just... I feel so weak and vulnerable right now," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded sympathetically, understanding her distress. "It's okay, Yura. I'm here now. Everything will be fine," I reassured her, trying to sound as comforting as possible.

Then, Yura surprised me by saying, "I want to smell your pheromones, Jiyeon. It might make me feel better."

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But seeing Yura in such a vulnerable state, I relented. "Okay, Yura. I'll remove the pheromone blocker," I said softly.

I reached up and peeled off the small sticker from my neck, allowing the scent of my pheromones to fill the room. Then, Yura did the same, removing the blocker from her own neck.

As the sweet smell of vanilla mingled with the strawberry scent filled the room, I felt my cheeks flush. I couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spreading through me.

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Realizing how dangerous this situation could be, I quickly served Yura the food. She ate quietly, her eyes never leaving mine. I knew I had to leave before things went any further.

"I should go," I said, trying to sound casual as I stood up.

But before I could leave, Yura reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"You can mark me, Jiyeon. After all, we're married," she said softly, her eyes pleading.

I froze, feeling a jumble of emotions swirling inside me. This was dangerous territory, and I wasn't sure I could trust myself to resist the urge. But as I looked into Yura's eyes, I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

My heart was racing as I looked into Yura's eyes, torn between desire and fear. I knew this was a dangerous path to tread, but something about Yura's vulnerability made it hard for me to resist.

"Yura, I don't think this is a good idea," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But Yura ignored my protests, pulling me closer to her. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself leaning in, unable to resist the pull of her pheromones.

As our lips met, I felt a surge of desire coursing through me. Yura's kiss was intoxicating, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the sensation.

But then, suddenly, I pulled away, my mind clearing as if from a fog. What was I doing? This was wrong. I couldn't let my desires get the best of me, especially not with Yura.

"I'm sorry, Yura," I said, my voice trembling. "I can't do this."

Yura looked at me, confusion and hurt flashing in her eyes. "But why? Don't you want me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her, but knowing that I had to be honest. "I do, but... not like this. Not when you're vulnerable and not in control of yourself," I explained, my voice filled with regret.

As I turned to leave, Yura grabbed my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "Don't go, Jiyeon. Please stay with me," she pleaded, her eyes searching mine.

But I knew I had to go. I couldn't stay here any longer, not when the temptation was so strong.

"I'm sorry, Yura," I said, gently pulling my hand away. "I need to go."

With that, I hurried out of the room, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I knew that I had made the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier to walk away from Yura.

As I made my way back to my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I had narrowly avoided a dangerous situation, and I knew that I needed to be more careful in the future. But for now, I was just grateful to be safe.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered after my encounter with Yura. Her vulnerability had made me realize just how precarious our situation was.

Trying to calm my racing thoughts. But the memory of Yura's pleading eyes and the sweet scent of strawberries and vanilla lingered, making it hard to focus on anything else.

I paced back and forth, trying to push aside the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. I couldn't deny that there was a part of me that was drawn to Yura, but I knew that giving in to those desires would only lead to trouble.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to calm down enough to sit down. I took a few deep breaths, trying to clear my mind and focus on something else.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off the memory of Yura's touch. It was like a fire burning inside me, threatening to consume everything in its path.

I knew that I couldn't afford to let my guard down, especially now. With Yura in such a vulnerable state, it was more important than ever for me to stay strong and focused.

But as I lay down on my bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at me. The events of the day had left me shaken, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to rest.

With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes, hoping that tomorrow would bring better news. But deep down, I knew that my troubles were far from over.