The Mark Didn't Work

I'm a top-tier Omega.

After 25 years of being pampered, my mother brought home an Alpha and said he was their real child.

Even more ironically, my husband's group chat with his brothers was celebrating.

“It's a day for the whole world to celebrate! Brother Rong Shi can finally get rid of that drama queen Omega!”

“Yeah, he's so clingy during his heat. Annoying.”

I just smiled and went to the hospital that very day to have my glands removed.

I left the divorce papers behind and walked away.

By the time Rong Shi found me, I already had someone new.

He bit the back of my neck, unwilling to accept it, and demanded,

“Song Yu, where's your pheromone?”

“Who gave you permission to remove your glands!”

I glanced at him impassively. “Mr. Rong, we're already divorced.”

He burst into tears and hugged me tight. “As long as I don't sign the papers, you'll always belong to me alone.”