The Trashy Omega Gets Pinned Against the Wall by a Top Alpha While Suffering Morning Sickness

Late at night, at a manor atop Twilight Mountain.

The private marking ceremony, which cost hundreds of millions, has just ended. The air still holds the lavish scent of fine champagne mingled with roses.

Candlelight flickers across the long crystal dining table, illuminating the glittering mess left behind.

The guests have all departed, leaving only the lingering warmth of the two people at the heart of the feast.

Outside the master bedroom’s enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city’s countless lights spread out below.

Qin Muwan stands with one hand in her suit pocket and a bourbon in the other. The amber liquor swirls gently between her fingers, reflecting the fathomless chill in her eyes.

Behind her, Su Yan has just finished bathing. She wears the silk robe Qin Muwan prepared, its collar hanging loose to reveal a delicate collarbone and a fresh, vivid bite mark on the side of her neck.