One rainy night, an Alpha medical student, Gong Jun, came across a wounded man collapsing in a dark alley on his way back home. He recognized this unknown man as an Omega, and he also discovered that there were people in the vicinity desperately sea...
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"The Young Master got into a fight at school?"
"Yeah, the teacher just called earlier. They said he punched three Alpha classmates during lunch break. One of them even got a broken nose."
"What horrendous behavior... Why did he do that?"
"The Young Master said they tried to assault him. But his classmates insisted that he was the one who lured them in with his scent."
"Did he go into heat? I thought he had his suppressants with him."
"I don't know the details, but he shouldn't have been so careless. Surely, this wouldn't happen if only he had a little more self-awareness."
"You're right. This is why Omegas are so..."
"Well, but I heard the Master and Madam recently met with the Director of a foreign pharmaceutical company that produces an especially strong suppressant. Perhaps this will finally solve our problem once and for all."
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Zhang Zhehan never liked the nature he was born with.
Why did he have to be an Omega? Why could he not become a strong Alpha, or an ordinary Beta who could live a normal life? Why must he possess a body he could not control, a status that would render all his accomplishments subpar to the rest of society no matter how hard he worked?
For more than half of his life, he was forced to hide who he was. Every day, he woke up knowing that he had to put on a mask and pretend to be someone he wasn't. People praised and respected him, only because they thought he was an Alpha from an affluent family. Whenever he looked into a mirror, it always felt as though he was looking at his inner self staring back and mocking him.
"It doesn't matter how much effort you put in. In the end, you are destined to lie down beneath an Alpha, presenting your neck to be branded with a mark of subservience."
The room temperature was cool, but his body was burning from the inside and out. During the short few hours he was being held in that room, Zhang Zhehan had lost count of how many drugs he'd been forced to take. Each one was worse than the other; they did not only trigger his heat to arrive ahead of schedule, but they also manipulated his body into making the already intolerable symptoms escalate in both signs and intensity.
