As the rain erased the carefully applied perfume masking my omega identity, I found myself fell to the slippery ground. My clothes slightly tore apart, unveiling a scar on my neck that marked the start of my hatred towards alpha—a painful reminder of my former alpha's betrayal, who callously severed our bond for another omega.

Seeing my vulnerable state, a female alpha quickly rushed to my aid. Despite the terrible wounds on my arm and leg, I declined her assistance with a scowl.

"Go away!" I grumbled with biting frustration, "Don't you dare touch me!"