The Sickly Beauty Beta Got Pregnant After an Arranged Marriage

Two months after the Shen family went bankrupt, Shen Jiayu still married the powerful head of the Wen family. It was a business arrangement. They had never even met. On the day they first met, the slender young man stood in the spacious reception room, staring blankly at the patterns on the carpet. Then a pair of expensive black leather shoes appeared before him. The man was ten years older than him, an S-rank alpha and a prize omega after omega hoped to claim. The tall, aloof man looked at him and frowned ever so slightly. After a long silence, he finally asked, “You're a beta?” Shen Jiayu's lashes fluttered as he gave a slight nod. As a beta, he didn't dare hope for much. No one had expected Wen Xiuheng, the head of the Wen family, to honor the childhood betrothal even after the Shen family went bankrupt. But knowing that Shen Jiayu had entered into marriage as soon as he came of age for his family's sake, his mother couldn't help feeling heartbroken. Rumor had it that the young master of the Wen family was ruthless and cold. Worried about her son, Shen's mother went to visit him again. Shen Jiayu had been frail since childhood, and his parents had often been relieved that he had presented as a beta. An omega's constitution would have made things even more difficult. But when she opened the door, Shen's mother was astonished to see The once powerful head of the Wen family holding Shen Jiayu carefully in his arms, speaking softly and patiently coaxing him with tender affection. Shen Jiayu had little pearls of tears in his eyes and turned his face away. Wen Xiuheng smiled helplessly, unable to bring himself to say a harsh word. He cupped Shen Jiayu's face, his voice humble as if he were groveling at his feet. “Baby, I'm sorry. Just one more sip of your medicine, okay…?” Wen Xiuheng had been cold-blooded since birth. Born into a powerful family, he had long since grown used to marriages that existed in name only, and he didn't care which family his future omega partner came from. What he hadn't expected was that his eventual spouse would be a beta. Wen Xiuheng scoffed. At worst, he'd keep treating his irregular ruts with medication. A beta would mean fewer complications, too. But later The alpha, in the throes of his rut, pinned his beta lover down with bloodshot eyes, frantically searching the back of his neck for scent glands. The mature, aloof image he maintained in public had completely vanished. In a hoarse voice, the alpha spoke with deep infatuation, helplessness, and panic. “Why? Why don't you have scent glands…?” The alpha was so insecure about being unable to mark his beta lover that he could only bite the back of his neck again and again, using his pheromones over and over to claim him. Some time later, at a grand charity gala, everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of the head of the Wen family. They expected him to have grown tired of the beta at his side, and looked forward to the chance to send more high-quality omegas his way. But when they saw the figure on the red carpet, they were all stunned Wen Xiuheng didn't look the least bit tired of his beta lover. The look in his eyes was unmistakably possessive. Even more shocking was the slightly rounded belly of the beta he was gently caressing and protectively shielding with his large hand! Everyone knew that a beta's womb had long since atrophied, making pregnancy incredibly rare. There were only two ways to get pregnant: 1. Medication, which damages the body. 2. Going very deep. With how doting Wen Xiuheng was, there was no way he'd use the first method. [A doting, husband-like alpha seme with no limits to his love x A frail, sweet, obedient beta beauty uke. Size difference] [The pregnant beauty becomes sensitive and teary, and the alpha holds him in his arms and coaxes him] A preview of my upcoming anthology, Frail Little Beauties Carrying Babies [Story One: The Only Way to Permanently Mark a Beta] A stunningly beautiful young man had just enrolled at an elite academy. He was the only commoner beta among all the alphas and omegas. He was slender, fragile, and petite, with a delicate, porcelain-pale face that could not conceal his sickly appearance. He looked like a doll that would shatter at the slightest touch. Anyone would think they could bully him. But everyone who approached him with that idea fled with ashen faces. That was because they could smell the unmistakable pheromones of a certain alpha on the beta. The alpha was the future head of a family with the deepest roots at this elite school, and secretly suffered from a rare condition that caused irregular ruts. Even the most expensive medication was less effective than temporarily marking the beta he had happened to save. The doctors couldn't figure out why and were tearing their hair out. At first, the alpha calmly and coolly told the beta that they were just using each other. The pheromones only lingered for a short time, so the beta would never be truly marked. Later The rutting alpha's eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and pinned the trembling beauty in his arms. He bit the back of the beta's neck again, already covered again and again with countless marks. Even the faintest trace of someone else's pheromones accidentally left on the beta was enough to make him lose control and go mad. The alpha gently pressed a large hand to the beta's slender, flat stomach. His voice was low and his gaze dangerous. “Baby, what do I have to do for you to belong to me completely…?” [Story Two: The Golden-Caged Beauty Kept by the Cold Emperor] The empire was powerful, and a vassal star system presented its ruler, Pei Yuan, with the only healing human in the entire universe. The healing race had long since gone extinct, leaving the young man as its sole survivor. He was slender and fragile, with a pale face. The vassal star system swore that only he could cure the emperor's long-standing mental power rampages. During the first treatment, the young man wept until his lashes were wet, then fainted from weakness. Only then did everyone realize that although he came from a healing race, he suffered allergic reactions during treatment and intensely disliked physical contact with others. He couldn't provide treatment at all. The empire's people were furious, condemning the vassal star system for deceiving the empire and demanding punishment. But no one expected the usually cold and heartless emperor to keep the human boy by his side alone. From then on, no one outside the palace ever heard anything about the boy again. People speculated that the emperor had long since discarded or executed him. Until one day, a general arrived unexpectedly at the emperor's study and was stopped by the guards at the door. Through the crack, the general saw something that left him stunned The human boy sat on the desk with his head tilted back, held close in Pei Yuan's arms as the emperor kissed him deeply. The beautiful, petite boy had flushed red at the corners of his eyes. His gaze was unfocused, and he clung weakly to his slightly rounded belly, trembling. At the same moment, Pei Yuan's sharp, sinister gaze suddenly turned toward the general peeking in. [Story Three] A black lion hunted in the dense forest when it came across a lop-eared rabbit no bigger than a palm. The little lop-eared rabbit's white fur was messy. It was scrawny and tiny, as if its weak constitution had led its own kind to abandon it. The rabbit stared at the tall, vicious beast before it, trembling as it curled into a ball and whimpered, “Please don't eat me!” Later, the omega beauty, raised to be fair and pampered, with a pair of rabbit ears, snow-white skin, and white hair, covered his swollen belly with one hand and whimpered as he slapped away the alpha's hand. “It's all your fault… Sob…” The alpha held his wrist, kissed his palm and damp lashes, and pulled him into his arms. With helpless affection, he coaxed, “It's all my fault. Don't be angry, okay, sweetheart? Does your hand hurt?” Upcoming novel: The Tough Boxer and the Delicate Beauty “Gu Wang, 193 centimeters tall, international professional boxing champion…” Yan Shiyu read aloud from the profile of his next business partner. A friend walked over and mistakenly assumed Gu Wang was Yan Shiyu's type. The friend shouted in alarm, “Oh no, someone like Gu Wang is no good for you!” Confused and curious, Yan Shiyu asked with a laugh, “Why not?” The friend looked gravely at Yan Shiyu, then at Gu Wang in the boxing ring. Why? The friend thought to himself With that size difference, he'd DO you to death in bed! Later, at the celebration banquet for the world championship, reporters huddled together, talking about how aloof, taciturn, and unapproachable the guest of honor was. They couldn't help expressing their sympathy to Yan Shiyu, who had worked with him. Meanwhile, the staff searched everywhere backstage for Gu Wang, but couldn't find him. Outside the lounge, hurried footsteps and voices sounded as people searched for him. In the dim lounge, Yan Shiyu was pinned in the arms of a tall, solid figure, pushing at the man's pectorals with his fingers and whining that it hurt. The other man lowered his head and kissed him as if to placate him. His voice was deep and hoarse. “Baby, when will you let me be your boyfriend…?” Later still, Yan Shiyu's eyes were red at the corners as he trembled and whimpered. At last, he understood what his friend had left unsaid back then. An older, stern-faced, tough-guy seme x A delicate, pampered beauty uke. Height difference | Size difference | Skin tone difference Meaning: Face life's setbacks with courage.