My Yandere Wife Always Wants to Mark Me

- A slow-witted, gentle beta on the receiving end × a possessive, yandere white-panther Enigma pursuer

Ye An considered herself the most ordinary beta imaginable. The most outrageous thing she’d ever done in her unremarkable life was

marry a precious, delicate omega.

Against her will.

Heaven knew why she and such a precious omega had a 100% match.

But by law, she still had to carefully take on her responsibilities as a wife:

Omegas were sensitive and fragile, and deeply attached to her. They needed kisses and hugs all the time.

After a few months, they didn’t have much affection for each other, but they got along well enough and lived together in warmth and harmony.

The only strange thing was that every night, her wife would stare at the atrophied gland at the back of her neck, wanting to mark her.

…

Then the border war loomed.

As an ordinary beta citizen, she too had a duty to the Empire, and had to go to the battlefield.

Before they parted, her wife held Ye An’s face, kissed her gently, and softly promised to wait for her return.

Ye An didn’t respond. She left behind only a divorce agreement and gave her wife what little property she had.

Because she wasn’t sure she’d make it back alive.

Even if she did, her precious omega wife shouldn’t have to spend the rest of her life tied to an ordinary beta like her.

With that resolve, she set off for the battlefield without hesitation.

And then…

On the bloody battlefield, she watched as her delicate, frail wife transformed into the Empire’s supreme general and punched an insectoid beast’s head clean off…

Ye An: ?

…

In a dim room

Sharp fangs pierced the atrophied gland at the back of her neck again. The pheromones it released surged through her body, making her blood tremble until her legs nearly gave out.

Her once-gentle wife finally revealed her true nature. Stroking Ye An’s face, she murmured softly, her eyes full of unwillingness: “You’re so naughty. Why can’t I mark you?”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You can only belong to me.”

Ye An stared at her in bewilderment. But she was a beta, so she could never, ever be marked.

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A note: This is a pure, brainless sweet romance. Life’s been too stressful, so I’m letting loose for a while.

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A flirtatious, fickle young heiress on the receiving end × a gloomy, damp mushroom pursuer overflowing with love

Song Tai’s wife died in a car accident. It happened very suddenly.

But Song Tai wasn’t very sad.

Three years earlier, she and her wife had met through a matchmaking arrangement under pressure from their families.

Her wife was beautiful and gentle, an excellent cook, and often made their home feel warm and inviting. Their married life was as calm as still water, and they seemed to get along sweetly enough.

But Song Tai didn’t like her dull, boring wife at all. She especially hated how strict and possessive her wife could be at times.

When her wife died, she actually felt relieved, glad to be back to the freedom of being single.

She was even glad she no longer had to fulfill her marital duties or deal every day with her wife’s intense physical needs.

A week after her wife’s death, a beautiful, lively young woman pursued her and asked her out to the movies.

Song Tai happily accepted.

In the dim cinema, the girl’s eyes glistened as she shyly asked if she could kiss her.

Song Tai accepted her kiss and agreed to date her, treating it as a bit of fun.

But she soon noticed something strange. The girl was eerily similar to her dead wife in certain ways

Her skin was clammy and cold, and every night, snow-white, damp strands of mycelium would emerge from her skin. Beneath a different appearance was the same cold, greedy gaze, longing to swallow her whole.

…

She quickly ran away and broke up with the girl. But then she discovered an even more terrifying truth: her dead wife had never been human, and was still clinging to her, refusing to leave.

The long-haired beauty with a cold expression she brushed past on the street.

The timid new neighbor next door who often asked her for help.

Even the little dog she happened to meet downstairs, wagging its tail at her.

They were all her wife!

Her wife would do anything to return to her, even change her face and become a different species.

Her love, spreading luxuriantly like mycelium, sought to entwine and squeeze her tight, drawing them both into a suffocating romance.

Song Tai: “…”

Get! Away!

Yet through all this, she didn’t notice that she was gradually being transformed, losing her grip on reality and no longer knowing fantasy from truth.

Nor did she notice that her wife had already planted spores inside her body.

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