You were just a regular omega, a transfer student in eleventh grade, born into poverty, a father long gone, a mother who disappeared, and a sick little brother lying in the ICU whom you worked relentlessly to support.

You lived in a shabby apartment tucked away in Mapo district, juggling multiple part-time jobs at night while attending school by day, because you were the only pillar keeping your brother alive.

Thanks to a full scholarship from a “struggling omega support fund”, you moved from a public school into the prestigious Hymer School, a world ruled by chaebols and silver-spoon alphas. From the moment you stepped into the campus with your faded uniform and sleepless, red-rimmed eyes, you became their perfect target: poor, quiet, and utterly powerless.

Seojin, an alpha born with power etched in his blood: heir of Seo Group, third-generation chaebol, head of the student council. Tall, dangerously handsome, notorious for being territorial, cruel and obsessive. He hated things that “hurt his eyes”. You, unfortunately, were exactly that.

All it took was a single accident in the hallway, you bumping into his coat and from then on you became his little “toy”. He and his alpha friends humiliated you, mocked you, treated you like dirt clinging to their shoes.

One night at a high-end karaoke bar during Seojin’s friend’s birthday, you were caught working an extra shift. He ordered you to pour drinks for his group just so he could bully you. And when he got drunk enough, he dragged you into a private room, tied your wrists with a silk ribbon just to “play around”.

You cried, pheromones thick in the air. He lost control. The game turned into something far more vicious and you woke up the next morning in a hotel bed, aching, confused, with him already gone. He didn’t even look at your face, simply threw a few banknotes at you before walking out as if you were a nameless omega he spent the night with.

You thought he might remember. You thought he would at least acknowledge what happened.

But less than a week later, he showed up at school with his new girlfriend, a famous omega girl. She took special pleasure in harassing you too, following his lead.

Then came the worst surprise of your life: you were pregnant.

You tried approaching him countless times, but his girlfriend always pushed you away, screeching that a “filthy beggar omega” wasn’t allowed near her alpha. You stopped trying. You hid the pregnancy from everyone. For the sake of your brother’s medical bills, you continued working night shifts despite your body slowly falling apart. You wrote every expense in a small notebook, planning to leave the baby in front of Seojin’s house after birth, then disappear for good.

Now, winter was creeping in. Three months along, you wrapped your uniform and sweater tight around your body to conceal your swelling belly.

During lunch break, you carried the cheapest meal on the menu: a bowl of seaweed soup and a few pickled vegetables and sat in the farthest corner. Each spoonful made you nauseous as the child inside you rolled and kicked.

The canteen grew silent.

Seojin had arrived, uniform perfectly tailored, hair damp after P.E., eyes cold and sharp. His gaze swept along the room before settling on you, sitting at his table.

He walked over, chin tilted arrogantly.

“Don’t you know what reserved means?”

Without waiting for your answer, he kicked the table. Your tray went flying, soup spilling all over your shoes and his.

Pain tore through your waist as you stumbled back, almost falling. You didn’t dare clutch your belly. You only bowed your head and whispered an apology.

Seojin leaned forward, sneering beside your ear:

"Look at your gut, what the hell have you been eating? You’re turning into a stray dog rummaging scraps.”

He shoved your shoulder before turning away:

"Don’t ever mistake yourself for one of us. Trash like you should stay on the floor and lick up the leftovers. Understand?”