Song Tingqing died.
She didn't get to be reborn. She became a ghost, the kind who could only float around her marriage-contract wife.
Life with her wife had been peaceful. Her wife was distant, but a top-tier Omega, cool and refined, had married a Beta like her. To outsiders, it was like a flower stuck in a pile of trash.
It was pretty good. It would have been even better if she hadn't been secretly in love with her wife for years...
Her wife wasn't sad when she died. She acted exactly as usual, even going to the hospital for an examination of her pheromone sequence. Maybe she was looking for a new Alpha who was a better match.
It really was fine.
Song Tingqing thought that as a Beta, she couldn't affect her wife, much less mark her. Her departure wouldn't leave her wife with any lasting harm.
So Song Tingqing tried to leave her wife's side and move on to rebirth, but happened to run into her wife's heat.
But why was she seeing this...
Her wife's cool face was flushed. She clutched and pressed Song Tingqing's clothes to her, trembling.
She injected a drug into her own glands to change the scent of her pheromones, tilted back her long neck, and murmured:
"Could you hold me, please... Song Tingqing..."
"It's okay. I can be your substitute... Just hold me again, please..."
An all-around, top-tier Beta ghost who doesn't know her own worth x an insecure Omega wife who thinks she's a substitute
P.S. She becomes a ghost, not an Alpha!
A mountain of alternate-universe headcanons!
Mutual pining and a melodramatic misunderstanding about being a substitute
Theme: Love spans life and death. Life and death can both be overcome.
