[Unit One: The Only Way to Permanently Mark a Beta]
A very pretty young beauty had just arrived at the aristocratic academy. He was the only commoner beta among all the alphas and omegas.
He was slender, fragile, and petite, with a delicate, porcelain-white face that couldn't hide his sickly pallor. He looked like a doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
He looked like an easy target for everyone.
But anyone who approached him with that in mind fled with a deathly pale face.
Because they could smell on the beta the pheromones that belonged exclusively to that alpha.
The alpha was the future ruler with the most powerful family background at the aristocratic academy. In private, he suffered from a rare disorder that caused his heats to become unstable.
Even the most expensive medication was less effective than temporarily marking the beta he'd happened to rescue. The doctors couldn't figure out why, and it was driving them to distraction.
At first, the alpha told the beta in a composed, distant voice that they were simply getting what they needed from each other.
The pheromones could only linger for a short time, so the beta would never be truly marked.
Later...
During his heat, the alpha's eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and held the trembling, delicate beauty in his arms. Once again, he bit the beta's nape, already covered in countless marks.
Even the slightest trace of someone else's pheromones 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 husky, his gaze dangerous. "Baby, what do I have to do for you to belong to me completely...?"
[Unit Two: The Golden-Caged Beauty Kept by the Cold and Ruthless Emperor]
The empire was mighty, and a subject star system presented Pei Yuan, ruler of the empire, with the only healing human in the entire galaxy.
The healing race had long since gone extinct, and only this boy remained.
The boy was slender and fragile, with a pale face.
The subject star system swore that only the boy could cure His Majesty's long-standing mental power surges.
During his first treatment, the boy's eyelashes were wet with tears before he fainted from weakness.
Only then did everyone realize that although the boy came from a healing race, he had an allergic reaction during treatment and strongly rejected physical contact with others. He couldn't provide treatment.
The empire's citizens were furious, denouncing the subject star system for deceiving the empire and demanding that it be punished.
But what no one expected was that the usually cold and indifferent emperor kept the human boy by his side alone.
From then on, no news about the boy was ever heard outside the palace.
Rumors spread that the emperor had abandoned or executed the human boy long ago.
Until one day, a general arrived unexpectedly at the emperor's study, only to be stopped at the door by the guards.
Through a crack in the door, the general saw something that left him stunned:
The human boy sat on the desk, head tilted back, while Pei Yuan bent over him and held him close as he kissed him deeply.
The beautiful, petite boy had flushed red at the corners of his eyes from the kiss. His gaze was unfocused, and he clung to his swelling belly with trembling, weakened arms.
At the same time, Pei Yuan's sharp, sinister gaze suddenly turned toward the general peeking in.
[Unit Three]
A black lion hunted in the dense forest and came across a lop-eared rabbit no bigger than a palm.
The little rabbit's white fur was a mess. It was thin and tiny, and looked as though its kind had abandoned it for being frail.
The little rabbit looked at the tall, ferocious beast before it, curled into a trembling ball, and whimpered as it cried, "Please don't eat me!"
Later, the fair-skinned, white-haired omega beauty, with his pair of rabbit ears and his soft, pampered appearance, covered his swollen belly with one hand and sobbed as he slapped away the alpha's hand. "It's all your fault... Sob..."
The alpha took his wrist, kissed his palm and tear-damp eyelashes, and pulled him into his arms. With helpless affection, he coaxed, "It's all my fault. Don't be mad, okay, sweetheart? Does your hand hurt?"
Theme: A series of stories about frail beauties carrying babies
The Omega Comfort Drug
The Sickly Beauty Transmigrates into a Book, Fakes a Pregnancy, and Can't Escape
The Tough Boxer and the Delicate Beauty
The Straight-Ace Campus Hunk Is Turned Gay by His Sickly Beautiful Husband
The Little Kitten Was Raised by His Childhood Friend to Be His Wife
The Sickly Beauty Beta Got Pregnant After A Political Marriage