Diary of a poor little kid: Although I was a useless beta, I fell in love with a very good Alpha in college, but he said we couldn't be together.
Because I have a good brother, I have lived my life freely and have never pursued anything stubbornly. He was the only accident. In order to be with him, I put in a lot of effort, implanted glands and cut open the gestational sac. In the end, I got him as I wished. We got married, and he was not too bad to me.
The five-year marriage was neither long nor short, but I was never able to conceive a baby. When I had the gland implanted, I thought I could turn into the kind of fragrant and soft omega he likes, but I never thought that I would eventually turn into a semi-obese alternative.
He began to dislike me, and I wanted to try harder to save this marriage that was in danger and about to collapse. I wanted to make him happy, let him think more about the good times when we were good, and hope that he would remember our old relationship. But slowly and sadly, I discovered that I couldn't remember things, and I couldn't even remember the reason why this stubborn love started.
Intention: Still not bloody enough
