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The outside world is in turmoil, with wars breaking out across star systems.
Exceptionally capable Alphas shoulder most of the frontline fighting without question, and their status has reached unprecedented heights.
Ever since Wen Fu presented as an Omega, her family had placed great hopes in her and arranged her engagement to Lu Zhen, an S+ Alpha hailed as the strongest in the star systems.
Wen Fu loved Lu Zhen.
She shielded him from tedious gatherings, handled the sharp-tongued media for him, and even risked everything to protect him from a Zerg attack when his mental energy was depleted.
That night, the toxins in her body triggered an uncontrollable pheromone surge.
But Lu Zhen coldly gave her a dose of medicine, then left without looking back.
The wedding was called off unilaterally.
Three days later, news that Lu Zhen had died in battle on the front lines spread through every street and alley.
Wen Fu searched for him in secret for a long time, but ultimately returned empty-handed.
Just as she was beginning to accept Lu Zhen's death,
there came a knock at the door on a silent, rainy night.
A young man's tousled hair was soaked with rain. When he saw her, his dark, rain-wet eyes slowly curved into a shy smile. “Sis, I'm your ex-husband.”
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Wen Fu realized that her cold fiancé seemed to have lost his memory.
He was just as bright and rebellious as the eighteen-year-old in her memories, and he was very good at acting clingy with her.
Both their families were delighted.
Their marriage alliance was back on the agenda.
But on their wedding day, Lu Zhen, who should have been greeting the guests at the venue, pinned her against the mirror.
Her elaborate, luxurious wedding dress lay in rumpled folds.
Lu Zhen's pheromones enveloped Yu Fu completely.
As their breaths mingled, Lu Zhen's ringed fingers brushed the swollen red bite mark on the back of her neck, which no amount of makeup could conceal.
“Have you figured it out now?”
“Baby, who are you marrying?”
Theme: Refusing to yield to fate