Aren’t We Enemies? So Why Are You Clinging to Me to Smell My Pheromones?

[ABO, two male leads + sworn enemies + falling for each other in denial + highly compatible pheromones + intense push and pull + faked death + coercive love]

Pei Ji was taken in by the Pei family and raised as their heir after genetic testing identified him as an S-class Alpha.

Who could have guessed that the Pei family would go bankrupt overnight?

Not only was Pei Ji set up and turned into the lowest-grade Omega, he was also severely suppressed by his pheromones, leaving his glands damaged.

He can’t form a mutual link.

He can neither entice anyone nor be marked.

Pei Ji takes it in stride. “Great. Once you hit rock bottom, even your glands learn to behave.”

The doctor says there are exceptions, though.

If he meets someone with extremely high compatibility, someone who can naturally detect his pheromones, that person will be hopelessly drawn to him and react intensely.

In serious cases, it could even bring out every bit of an Alpha’s primal nature.

But since a real link is impossible, they might end up doing some incomprehensible things instead.

Extremely high? And there are still higher levels beyond that. Pei Ji doesn’t give it much thought.

Little does he know that the doctor’s words will prove prophetic.

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One day, his sworn enemy, who used to feel sick just looking at him, asks him out for a meal.

The same sworn enemy who used to fight him tooth and nail for first place deliberately flunks an exam so Pei Ji will tutor him.

Later, the sworn enemy who would adjust his wristband if Pei Ji came within ten meters can’t fall asleep at lunch unless he’s covered by Pei Ji’s jacket.

Then Pei Ji runs away, and his sworn enemy goes crazy.

In the end, there’s nowhere left to run.

Wen Zhou: A top-tier Alpha with a sharp tongue, an authoritarian streak, schemes deeper than the sea, and a very successful habit of falling for his own delusions.

Pei Ji: A clear-eyed, emotionally steady, low-grade Omega who just wants to make the best of the present and is rather slow to recognize his own feelings.

(Not a wish-fulfillment story)