FORBIDDEN

PROLOGUE

In a world where only Alphas, Betas, and Omegas exist, the way these dynamics unfold is deeply shaped by the nature of the planet.

Alphas often hold positions of authority—whether due to rank or societal assignment. In relationships, they are typically the dominant sexual partner. They possess the ability to manipulate their pheromones consciously, influencing those around them. Alphas are expected to act as protectors of Omegas and are biologically capable of impregnating any partner, regardless of that partner’s biological sex—so long as the partner can conceive.

Betas make up the majority of the population. Ordinary and unremarkable in the eyes of society, they are often overlooked in the hierarchy that exalts Alphas and mystifies Omegas.

Omegas are perceived as delicate and submissive. Compared to Alphas and Betas, they have less control over their own bodies. Regardless of sex or gender identity, Omegas can typically conceive, a trait that further shapes their role in this complex social structure.

The professor paused as the bell rang.

"You’ll be having a new classmate," the professor announced. “He was already enrolled but was absent due to medical reasons. According to his doctor, he’s now fit to join you. Be kind.”

As the professor left, the classroom buzzed with chatter and curiosity. Wang Yibo, ever quiet and detached, was unusually curious himself.

Was this new guy just like everyone else—or was he different?

Wang Yibo strolled down the corridor with his usual stoic expression. He ignored the glances and whispers from passing students. Girls and boys alike seemed intoxicated by the mere presence of his suppressed pheromones. He hated it. People clung to him for the wrong reasons, just to bask in the scent of an Alpha.

At the canteen, a crowd had gathered in the middle. Yibo didn’t bother checking. He wasn’t nosy. He walked past—until a flying tray hit him squarely on the head, drenching him in orange juice.

Gasps filled the room.

Annoyance surged in his veins. He tried to keep moving, to ignore the sting, but it was no use.

A boy rushed to him, offering a tissue with concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay? I’m so sorry," the boy said gently.

Probably not, Yibo thought to himself as he dabbed his face and ran a hand through his soaked hair.

But when he looked up…

Time seemed to freeze.

The boy in front of him had glittering eyes, a perfect nose, soft pink lips, and a beauty mark just beneath them. He radiated an almost ethereal beauty.

“An angel?” Yibo blurted before slapping a hand over his mouth.

The boy chuckled softly and reached out to fix a strand of Yibo’s hair.

Yibo stood frozen, unable to process what was happening. Everyone else in the canteen watched with wide eyes, stunned that someone dared touch the most dominant Alpha on campus so casually.

Little did they know, this delicate-looking newcomer was about to change everything.

END OF PROLOGUE