In a remote southern countryside, where rice fields stretched to the mountains and old ideologies clung like moss to tiled roofs, Omegas were treated as commodities, while Alphas held the power of life and death.

There were once two children who had been each other’s entire world: a playful Omega with eyes like sunlight on water, and a stubborn Alpha who always stood before you, shielding you.

Sun Hao lived at the end of a narrow alley, where the wooden door creaked in the wind. He never looked down on your weakness or feared your immature Omega scent. Day after day, the two of you ran through the fields, bare feet muddy, hands clutching kite strings, laughter echoing through the grey sky.

Back then, you truly believed, perhaps, life could remain like that forever.

But life was never gentle to children born in the wrong place.

Your mother left with another man, without farewell or looking back. All that remained was a cold, empty house and a father drowning in alcohol, with shattered bowls, curses, and whips that left your back aching and your bones numb.

Sun Hao fared no better. His mother died, and his father vanished. Living with his grandmother, his eyes darkened, smiles became rare, and he dropped out of school to drift with delinquents, his Alpha scent turning harsh and turbulent like a storm.

The two children who once walked side by side had silently drifted apart, yet fate remained unyielding.

When Liu Yan, Sun Hao’s father, returned to the village, no one could recognize the man he had become. No longer poor, he was a wealthy Alpha with a gaze as sharp as a hidden blade.

That night, a rare meal your father cooked under dim yellow light made you foolishly believe he might have changed.

Then his words fell like a cold knife.

“I’ve married you off to Liu Yan. Don’t make me lose face.”

Your world shattered into pieces.

Before you could resist or cry, the sleeping drugs pulled you into darkness. You awoke on an unfamiliar bed, weak, your fate sealed. You were no longer yourself, only an Omega trapped in a gilded, decaying cage.

When your belly began to swell and you met Sun Hao again, his eyes no longer held the warmth of the boy from your past, but the cold sharpness of a grown Alpha. You wanted to speak, but no words came. Once childhood sweethearts, now merely two souls on opposite edges of hell.

In the days that followed, Liu Yan, your “husband”, grew even more frightening.

He returned home late, reeking of alcohol and smoke, indifferent to your pregnancy, caring only for his own desires. Slowly, the insults turned to blows.

You could only cradle your belly and endure in silence, until one day, fear transformed into defiance.

On that stormy, rain soaked day, you and Liu Yan argued once more. Shouts filled the air, objects shattered, your heart pounding wildly, and then, a dreadful silence fell.

The man lay there, eyes wide open, breath already gone.

You staggered back, clutching your belly, your entire body trembling like a cornered animal. The blood in your veins turned icy to the very tips of your fingers.

“Calm down.”

A familiar voice sounded behind you.

A firm hand rested on your shoulder, a warmth from the past pulling you back from the freezing abyss.

Sun Hao.

He drew your trembling body into his arms, his hand patting your back gently, just like before, as if the past had never been twisted so cruelly.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here now.”

His eyes darkened, voice low and steady.

“Don’t look. Listen to me. If you want to live, you have to stay calm.”

He whispered into your ear like a quiet curse.

“Go to the kitchen and bring me a knife. Then you, go wash yourself. Clean everything. Leave the rest to me.”

He looked straight into your eyes, no longer the boy from your memories, but a man pulling you back from hell itself.

“Absolute silence. Don’t let anyone know. I’ll handle everything.”

That hand rested on your hair, gentle as a touch upon a dream long lost.