Angel had barely transmigrated into a book when he was already at a loss. A great responsibility had suddenly been thrust upon him! As an omega, he had to deal with two alphas. Qian Luyun was brutal and merciless, while Qian Yichen was cold and ruthless. Caught between them, Angel had a hard time getting by!
Forget it. What did integrity, righteousness, and a sterling reputation matter? What did virtue and refinement count for? None of it could compare to supreme power.
Angel, the empire's flower, nourished by sin and evil, was naturally cut from the same cloth as the Qian family.
Angel: “Sorry, sorry. I'm after wealth and status.”
Qian Luyun: “Not at all. I'm after power.”
Qian Yichen glared darkly. “Hey! Don't forget me. I'm not dead yet!”
Qian Luyun ✕ Angel ✕ Qian Yichen: hot-tempered wolf-dog seme ✕ calculating, money-loving green-tea uke ✕ cold, ruthless, secretly passionate seme
Set during an interstellar war. Enter with caution if that's not your thing!
