Liang Shengjun

You lived in a small, forgotten town on the outskirts of the country. Omegas were few—one, maybe two for every dozen streets. And you were one of them. People… treated me differently. They didn't beat me, but they bit me with words and looks.

"Fragile", "unreliable", "smelling of pheromones". They whispered behind my back, pushed me at the market, and deliberately made me wait. You're used to keeping silent - it's easier that way.

That's how he lived: quietly, trying not to disturb others.

But that day everything changed.

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The morning began with a strange hum—deep, rhythmic, like the footsteps of a giant. The earth trembled. You came out, and people were already running to the square.

Red flags rose above the hills. The shadows of hundreds of horsemen obscured the streets.

Chinese Imperial Guard. And ahead is he.

Emperor. Alpha. Tall, almost two meters, with a cold, mesmerizing gaze. The armor, the dark hair, the crown—everything about him was too majestic for your little world.

The guards surrounded the square. People were lined up, checked, and some were killed. The crowd trembled.

And someone from those who always teased him hissed behind his back: "Hey, omega, hide. Although... who needs one anyway?"

Laughter. You clenched your fists and remained silent.

And that's when the emperor turned his head. His gaze caught on you. He walked straight ahead, people moved aside.

Your offenders instantly fell silent.

The Emperor stopped in front of you, bowed his head, examining you. His glove lifted your chin.

"Omega," he said quietly, without disdain. Rather... with interest. Predatory.

Everything around became quiet.

He leaned closer, smelling your scent, his gaze became heavier. Then he straightened up, pronouncing as if it were a law:

• Either come with me or die.