THE MALE OMEGA......🍀🍀🍀

The rapid crunching of dry leaves and the heavy breathing of the youth was the only sound in the silent, dark forest. A young boy, no more than 15 years of age glided through the forest, hands clutching a silver sword. The moonlight lit up his path as he he stumbled his way through the forest, keenly aware of the onslaught of fierce corpses on his trail.

His black adornment acted as an excellent cover under the night and he swiftly climbed on a nearby tree to plan his next move. Sheathing his sword, the boy's silver eyes scanned the area. The fierce corpses were in large number and he was alone.....

If he fights them head on, he will not escape unscathed. However, if he uses that.....

Decision made, he jumped down and stared at the corpses dragging their dead bodies towards him. He immediately patted the side of his robes for his flute, his first-class spiritual weapon, only to find it missing.

His eyes widened when he saw his flute laying away from him near the feet of a corpse. Without a second thought, he jumped into the group of the fierce corpses and grasped at his midnight black flute just as sharp nails embedded themselves into his torso and arm and he screamed.

As if God heard his desperate pleas to make it out of here alive, a blue glare of another sword attacked the corpses. The wielder was a powerful Cultivator, no bad than the youth himself.

However before he could look at his saviour, he was rapidly losing consciousness.

The second cultivator was dressed in white garments looking ethereal. After taking care of the corpses, his gaze felt on the man laying limp, hands desperately clutching onto a.....Flute?

The white clothed youth walked upto to the man and silently carried him up in his arms. The boy appeared small in his arms and fit there as if meant to be.

Immediately, an onslaught of strong cinnamon and lotus hit his nose, making him momentarily lose focus.

This was a man. Probably an Alpha, since he has a scent. Betas do not have a scent and obviously a man cannot be an Omega. But was an Alpha's scent supposed to be so cloying and sweetening???

The man's painful grunt prompted the white robed man to carry him away to safety. He didn't take a second look at the man before there were more corpses coming their way.

Placing the unconcious figure in a safe place, under a tree....he swiftly left to take care of the remaining corpses.

The last thing the black-clothed youth remembered was the trails of a deep sandalwood scent and the trails of a white ribbon.

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Wei Wuxian woke up in pain. His body was sore and numb. He knew he was injured but something felt off.

Something in him had changed.

He felt different. He felt..... Out of his body. Like it was not his own.

Still confused and delirious, he vaguely registered that he was in the infirmary of their manor. The nine-petaled purple lotus on the screen, brought him a strange sense of comfort. He blinked his eyes for a few times and slowly felt his blood circulating to his body parts and he sat up.

His abdomen was bandaged but there was no blood and his arm only had a fading scratch. Wei Wuxian was confused. He very clearly remembered the phantom feeling of nails being pierced into his skin. How has he healed so quickly?

How long was he out?

Three days? Five, at the worst. His golden core was not powerful enough to heal such major injuries within days though. After all, he was just 15 years old, too young for that kind of spiritual energy.