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The Xiao family estate was a comfort place where Xiao Xingchen, a beautiful omega, grow up, the sprawling mansion of glass and marble screamed the undeniable result of his parents' hard work. Xiao Xingchen, with his long black hair cascading over silk robes, was the jewel of the family—a perfect omega, people said, whose beauty and gentle demeanor made him the object of every alpha’s desire.
But it was Xue Yang, the reckless alpha heir to a pharmaceutical empire, who had claimed him two years ago.
Their relationship was a wildfire. Xue Yang, with his sharp grin and darker eyes, thrived on control. He’d shower Xingchen with extravagant gifts like diamond choker, custom jewelry with XY's initial on it, even a private island with both of their names in the documents—while whispering filthy promises in his ear during charity galas.
Xingchen, ever soft spoken, would blush and yield, his omega instincts bending to Xue Yang’s alpha dominance. In private, Xue Yang was insatiable with the need to stake his claim over his omega, pinning Xingchen to velvet sheets, marking his pale skin with bites that lingered for days.
“Mine,” Xue Yang would growl, his pheromones flooding the room, making Xingchen’s head spin. “No one else gets to touch you, Xingchen.”
Xingchen, though, felt trapped behind his gentle smiles. He craved peace, not possession, but his family (who saw him as an asset to secure higher position among the wealthy) and their social expectations, forced him to yield.
Xue Yang’s intensity was thrilling at first, giving him an excitement he never known, but lately they become suffocating to the point that it's hard to breathe. When Xue Yang started talking about pups, a legacy, Xingchen’s heart sank. He wasn’t ready. Not for a family, not for Xue Yang’s vision of forever.
It was a rainy evening when Xingchen ended it. They were in Xue Yang’s penthouse, the city lights blurred through floor-to-ceiling windows. Xingchen stood in the middle of the living room, his hands trembling as he clutched a jade hairpin Xue Yang had given him, his first courting gift.
“I can’t do this anymore, A Yang.” Xingchen said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not ready for… for what you want.”
Xue Yang, seating on a leather sofa with a glass of whiskey, froze. His eyes narrowed, the air growing heavy with his alpha scent, burnt cedar and danger.
“What the fuck does that mean, Xingchen?”
Xingchen flinched but held his ground, his omega instinct screaming to submit. “I don’t want a family yet. I don’t want… this.” He gestured vaguely at the space between them, looking straight into Xue Yang’s possessive gaze. “I need space.”
Xue Yang shot to his feet, the glass shattering on the floor. “Space?” he snarled, stalking toward Xingchen.
“You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I’ve given you?” He grabbed Xingchen’s wrist, yanking him close. “You’re mine, omega. You don’t get to decide when this ends.”
Tears welled in Xingchen’s eyes, but he pulled free, his voice breaking.
“I don’t love you, Xue Yang. I never did.” The truth was hard to let out, but the aftertaste felt like a freedom.
The words hit like a blade to the young alpha. Xue Yang’s face twisted with shock, rage, and betrayal. For a moment, it seemed he’d lash out, but then he laughed, cold and cruel.
“You’ll regret this, Xingchen. No one leaves me and walks away clean.”
Xingchen fled that night, leaving the hairpin on the marble table. Xue Yang didn’t chase him. Not yet.
Six months later, Xue Yang was in Macau, drowning his bitterness in high-stakes poker and omega escorts who paled compared to Xingchen. His empire had only grown, but his temper was shorter, his cruelty sharper. Then, a notification pinged on his phone—a society page headline:
Xiao Xingchen to Wed Song Lan, Heir to Song Conglomerate.
Xue Yang’s blood ran cold. Song Lan, a beta, was everything Xue Yang wasn’t: calm, honorable, dull. The article gushed about their 'perfect match,' Xingchen’s serene smile in the photo, Song Lan’s hand on his waist. Xingchen was glowing, his black hair adorned with pearls, his engagement ring a understated sapphire. Nothing like the gaudy diamonds Xue Yang had given him.
“Fuck this,” Xue Yang hissed, smashing his phone against the casino table.
Song Lan? A beta? Xingchen was his omega, his prize. The idea of another man, beta or not, claiming what was his was unbearable.
He dug into Song Lan’s life that night, hiring private investigators to unearth dirt. Song Lan was clean, infuriatingly so, but his family’s conglomerate had vulnerabilities: shady offshore accounts, labor disputes, a few bribed officials. Xue Yang’s mind churned. He’d ruin Song Lan, and if that didn’t work, he’d take Xingchen by force. No one can take what was his.
Xue Yang’s first move was subtle. He leaked Song Lan’s family secrets to the press, framing them as whistleblower. Headlines screamed corruption, and Song Family's stock plummeted. At a charity ball, Xue Yang cornered Xingchen, who was coming there with Song Lan, radiant in a silver gown.
“Miss me, darling?” Xue Yang purred, his alpha pheromones curling around Xingchen like smoke. Xingchen froze, his omega instinct reacting despite his resolve.
Xingchen doesn't said anything besides low "Xue Yang" as polite greeting. Song Lan was across the room, distracted by investors.
Xue Yang leaned closer, his lips brushing Xingchen’s ear.
“Your beta can’t protect you. His family’s crumbling as we speak. Marry him, and you’ll be tied to a sinking ship.”
Xingchen’s eyes widened. “What did you do?”
Xue Yang smirked, not answering, instead he said. "Walk away from him, Xingchen. Come back to me, I'm your best offer.”
“I don’t want you.” Xingchen whispered, but his body betrayed him, trembling slightly under Xue Yang’s gaze.
Xue Yang’s hand grazed Xingchen’s hip. “Liar. Your scent says otherwise, Xingchen.
Song Lan appeared, his face tight with a scowl. “Back off, Xue Yang.”
Xue Yang laughed, stepping back. “Enjoy your fiance while he lasts, beta.”
The leaks crippled Song Lan’s family. Investors pulled out, and the engagement was strained as Song Lan fought to save his legacy. Xue Yang escalated, sending Xingchen anonymous gifts, his favorite flowers, jewels that suit his innocent beauty, and then the pictures of their past dates that showed the omega's happiness while he was with him.
The final blow came at Xingchen’s family estate. Xue Yang arrived uninvited, his Rolls-Royce idling in the driveway. Xingchen met him in the garden, desperate to end this.
“Why can’t you let me go?” Xingchen pleaded, his black hair loose in the moonlight.
Xue Yang grabbed him, pinning him against a cherry blossom tree. “Because you’re mine,” he growled, his alpha scent overwhelming. “You think Song Lan can satisfy you? He’s a beta. He’ll never make you scream like I do.”
Xingchen struggled, but Xue Yang’s grip was iron. “I don’t love you,” he gasped.
“You don’t have to,” Xue Yang said, his voice low and dangerous. “I own you, Xingchen. And if you don’t call off the engagement, I’ll destroy Song Lan completely. His family, his reputation, his life—gone.”
Xingchen sobbed, his resistance crumbling, he knows Xue Yang really capable of such things. Xue Yang kissed him between his sobs, his hands roaming under Xingchen’s shirt.
“Say you’re mine, Xingchen.” he demanded.
“I… I’m yours,” Xingchen whispered, broken.
Xingchen called off the engagement the next day, citing 'personal reasons.' Song Lan, devastated but honorable, let him go. Xue Yang wasted no time, whisking Xingchen to his private island, where his dream life awaited its essential, his perfect omega, with a diamond collar around his neck—a symbol of ownership.
In their new life, Xingchen was a docile omega, his spirit dimmed but intact. Xue Yang was relentless, claiming him every night, his alpha dominance unyielding.
“You’ll learn to love me,” he’d murmur, tracing the marks on Xingchen’s skin.
Xingchen never did. But in Xue Yang’s world, love was irrelevant. Possession was enough.