After Being Taken Home by a Powerful, Obsessive Omega

Mom-dog fiction: the mom and dog refer to a maternal, devoted dynamic. If that's not your thing, don't click in!!!!

A possessive puppy-like top and a proud, fragile bottom

When Ji Chun opened her eyes again, she realized she'd transmigrated into the ABO novel she'd read before bed, the one full of physical and emotional torment that ended happily.

She felt the fifty yuan in her pocket and decided to get herself hit by a car so she could go back.

Just as she made up her mind, a speeding Maybach came to a smooth stop right in front of her. The window rolled down slowly, and a beautiful woman looked at her with cool indifference.

“Get in.”

Ji Chun suspected she was being kept by a particularly wealthy omega.

Her sugar mommy was aloof and impersonal. Whenever Ji Chun edged a little closer, she practically bounced away, as if she'd brought her home merely as a lucky charm. So Ji Chun stayed put and enjoyed the astonishing fortune that had fallen into her lap.

Until the third day after she was brought home, when her sugar mommy tossed her a decent outfit.

“Come meet my family.”

“?”

“I showed them your photos. They like you.”

“?”

After they got married at lightning speed, the once-abstinent omega became a completely different person.

Late at night, in the bathtub, dressed in a fitted qipao, with red wine and the omega's scorching pheromones in the air, Ji Chun was covered in her dominant scent. She struggled to keep the distance expected of a kept lover, and looked utterly wretched.

Then one day, the omega handed her a packet of powder, her eyes full of complicated emotions.

“Use it beforehand.”

Ji Chun looked at the woman's bright-red ears, then at the words printed on the packet.

“An alpha performance enhancer for stronger, longer sex.”

Many days after they officially got together, Ji Chun gazed at the elegant, classically dressed woman before her, who had fastened every button to the very top.

“So why did you seem so averse to my touch when I first came here?”

The woman parted her lips slightly, a hint of reproach in her eyes. “Sex before marriage is improper.”

After realizing how much she meant to Pei Heng as her kept lover, Ji Chun completely let loose.

After being provoked by a wealthy alpha for the Nth time, Ji Chun took advantage of Pei Heng's business trip abroad and nearly crippled the woman in a racetrack crash.

When the omega heard what had happened, she flew back from overseas in the middle of the night. Wearing sunglasses, she strode into the hospital, the cuffs of her light-colored coat rolled up to reveal classical Buddhist beads around her wrist. She grabbed Ji Chun, who had been taken into custody, and led her out.

The bodyguards held back the people who had stood up behind them. Pei Heng didn't spare even a glance for the person lying half-dead in bed.

“My girl is kind by nature. There's no way she'd hurt anyone. Do I really need to spell out how much of this is a frame-up?”

“Besides, on a racetrack, you accept the risks and the outcome. Even if she did it on purpose, so what?”

Ji Chun had barely started to grin when, as soon as they got in the car, the cold-faced woman pinned her against the window. She took off her sunglasses, revealing red-rimmed eyes brimming with tears.

“If you go somewhere that dangerous again, I'll skin you alive.”

Ji Chun looked at the beauty mark beneath the outer corner of her left eye, just as a tear began to fall.

She thought, Pei Heng had eyes that would shed tears for her.

Content warning: There will be angst. Neither of them is remotely normal.

She's actually been secretly crying over Ji Chun for years. Everyone knows it.

Everyone except Ji Chun.

Note: This is set in the future, where the dead can be put in stasis pods and brought back to life without their bodies being destroyed. Even helicopters wait at traffic lights. It's not space opera, though Pei's car in Chapter One is only because her pilot's license was suspended.

The future tech is all made up by the author. Technology doesn't mean warfare, and later, when the puppy flies a saucer, people will mistake her for an alien and shoot her down.

Upcoming story: After Being Taken Home by a Crazy Omega. Please check it out on my author page!!

What if the keepsake a loved one left behind was a living child?

The child herself: Thanks for asking, but my mother almost destroyed the other woman's family.

Pei Lian saw her two mothers again at their funeral, in black-and-white photographs. She held an urn, her faded blue school uniform clashing with the suits worn by the mourners around her.

In the rain, a woman in a dark coat stepped over dead leaves. Her amber eyes fell on the two figures on the gravestone. First she looked startled, then a trace of mockery drifted across her face.

Then she raised her eyes to the girl, who only reached her shoulder and whose face was seventy percent like her late friend's. She smiled faintly. “Come with me. I'll raise you.”

Pei Lian had seen Shi Luoshuang before: in entertainment news, on television, and in the photograph her omega mother had kept locked away at the bottom of a box.

The other woman was a dazzling star who had reached the top of the entertainment charts at just twenty-four. Pei Lian was the orphan of her enemy, taken into her home and tormented day after day.

The woman paid her school fees but never provided for her daily needs. She simply watched from a short distance as Pei Lian picked the piece of bread she'd casually thrown away out of the trash, skipped class to work for a few dozen yuan, endured bullying and came home covered in bruises, and repeatedly mended her worn-out, ill-fitting clothes.

With a smile curving her lips and her gorgeous, foxlike eyes tilted upward, the woman finally knocked on Pei Lian's door late one night.

“Use your body to please me. I'll give you five hundred for one time.”

The thin, fragile girl lifted her eyes. Her dark gaze held the most primal desire to survive. Her throat bobbed, and she seemed like a helpless young beast.

“Okay.”

Deep in Pei Lian's heart was the shadow of someone holding an umbrella, though no one knew.

She cherished every look Shi Luoshuang gave her, whether it held disgust, contempt, disdain, or scorn. She accepted it all, as long as Shi Luoshuang looked at her, even if it was only to see her at her most wretched.

She loved Shi Luoshuang in every guise: the gentle, courteous star in front of the cameras and the cruel, playful woman behind them. She had seen every side of Shi Luoshuang, more than the woman's friends, more than her fans.

She didn't care about Shi Luoshuang's endless romantic rumors. Late at night, she read every hint of intimacy in each report over and over, reopening the glittering scars on her heart only to let them heal again.

As long as it was Shi Luoshuang, as long as it was about Shi Luoshuang, good or bad, Pei Lian was content.

Until Shi Luoshuang found the photograph hidden in Pei Lian's cabinet, the one she'd taken from her mother's belongings, and furiously demanded to know what it was.

Until Pei Lian climbed into a van, her dark eyes smiling as she gently bid farewell to the woman who couldn't meet her gaze, and let herself be dumped without a struggle on the deadly front lines.

When they met again, Pei Lian was following the doctor who had rescued her. The hideous wound in her heart was buried beneath the lethal scar on her body.

Her eyes no longer followed Shi Luoshuang. Everything she'd once given her with such loyalty and passion now belonged to someone else.

But the woman she hadn't seen in years stumbled after her, obsessively reaching for her scarred hand.

“I raised you. How dare you...” How dare you be alive, and get involved with someone else?

Pei Lian pulled her hand away and smiled faintly.

“You can rent me. Five hundred for a day.”

Theme: Cherish