The Younger Substitute Alpha Has His Eye on Me

Lin Huiming was a gloomy, solitary Beta on the fringes of society. He had no family, no friends. His life consisted of nothing but data. Yet he harbored a yearning for his senior, an Alpha whose very genes spelled perfection. So he stole the man’s DNA. He wanted to make a substitute to satisfy some desires he couldn’t speak of. But when the cultivation pod opened and the bewildered boy took his hand, calling him “big brother”… His fingertips suddenly began to tremble beyond his control. · Lin Huiming adopted the boy and took him to a remote city to hide. He taught him to read and sent him to school. In the “guardian” section of the boy’s file, he solemnly signed his own name. Lin Huiming was so immersed in the happiness of having a family that he completely ignored his younger brother’s increasingly shadowed gaze. Until the night the boy came of age… Before the candles on the cake had gone out, the young Alpha caught his wrist, his breath scorching hot. “Big brother, I love you.” Lin Huiming slapped him and lost his temper for the first time. “Disgusting!” · Lin Sheng had loved his creator since childhood. He loved the redness around his eyes after a night spent working late, the focused profile he wore while mixing nutritional supplements, and the clumsy tenderness that occasionally showed through. He thought they belonged to each other alone, until that day Lin Sheng saw his beloved Beta brother nestled in the arms of an Alpha who looked exactly like him. The man looked toward him with a meaningful smile. At last, Lin Sheng understood. “So… I was only a replacement.” · Lin Huiming was imprisoned in the “home” they had once shared. In grainy old surveillance footage, his younger self was licking the stolen test tube with rapt fascination, even putting it between his thighs… “Do you see it now? Back then… how badly you wanted my genes?” Lin Huiming trembled and turned his face away, but a hand gripped his chin and wrenched it back. “What are you pretending for now?” The man behind him sneered, driving a knee between his legs. “You made me… wasn’t this what you made me for?” A Beta big brother who seems like the perfect househusband but is actually a lovesick stalker x an Alpha little brother who seems sunny but is actually dark and twisted Fake-sibling, melodramatic, toxic love. Both the pursuer and the pursued are unstable, and the senior isn’t a good person either. One-on-one, both are sexually inexperienced. The senior is part of their play =w= Korean-webtoon style, completely unhinged and over-the-top. Don’t apply it to real life. The two protagonists are not blood-related and aren’t registered under the same household. “Big brother” and “little brother” are just forms of address. 🥰 Coming soon: “After the Immortal Venerable’s Lover Faked His Death” Historical ABO, 1v2 melodramatic partner-swap story The Immortal Venerable had attained profound mastery. To Xie Qiu, he was a divine being, as distant as the sun and moon. Becoming his disciple had once been Xie Qiu’s greatest good fortune. Until he presented as a Kunze and was suddenly overtaken by his heat. The man pinned him to the bed, sank his canine teeth into the back of his neck, and flooded him with scorching pheromones. When he came to, Xie Qiu asked in a trembling voice: “Master, did I… defile you?” The man wiped his fingers, his voice as gentle as if soothing a child. “Kunze are naturally wanton. It isn’t A-Lu’s fault.” “But don’t let anyone else find out.” Xie Qiu nodded, his face pale. · Xie Qiu had once been Gu Yuejin’s most prized disciple. Later, he became his master’s most closely guarded stain. “It’s dangerous down the mountain.” So his master caught him by the ankle and fastened a silver chain covered in talismans around it. “Your fellow disciples are vile.” So his master crushed the message jade slip he received and harshly punished anyone who came near him. “Your spiritual meridians are unusual…” So his master’s canine teeth pierced the back of his neck, and on the night of the full moon, he locked him in his bedchamber. Everyone envied Xie Qiu: the Immortal Venerable’s only personal disciple, with a cave dwelling right next to his master’s bedchamber. No one saw the red marks on his wrists that wouldn’t fade. No one cared that his face grew paler by the day. Until one snowy night, Xie Qiu snapped the spiritual lock around his neck and leaped from the Cliff of Fallen Immortals. · Ten years later, a masked Immortal Lord Xie appeared on Xiaoyao Mountain. He took in homeless Kunze, taught them sword techniques and medicine, and showed them how to conduct themselves in the world. Yet he himself kept waking from nightmares, his pheromones in disarray and his spiritual meridians aching. Each time he awoke, he could sense his disciple Tianshu waiting outside the door. Warm, steady pheromones flowed in, mending his shattered consciousness. Tianshu cared for him and protected him, using his young, burning heart to illuminate Xie Qiu’s world. But when Gu Yuejin came to the door and Xie Qiu drew his sword to protect Tianshu, the man only gave a mocking laugh, his gaze scraping across Tianshu’s face like an icy blade. “A-Lu, haven’t you noticed? That little beast you’ve kept by your side for seven years… “His name is Gu Fangjue. He is my flesh and blood, and the young master of the Jinyu Pavilion.” Xie Qiu turned sharply toward Tianshu. That face bore an uncanny resemblance to Gu Yuejin’s younger self. Tianshu’s lips trembled. “Master…” Xie Qiu shoved him away and staggered backward, bile rising in his throat. That was right. They looked so much alike… How had he never noticed? Coming soon, Book 2: “The Abandoned Ink-Wash Beauty” A second-chance romance with a groveling ex Shen Yan was the pride of the Chinese painting department. He was like an ink-wash painting himself: porcelain-pale and cool, the most popular omega at the fine arts academy. He had never fallen for anyone, until that man appeared Jiang Ye, young master of the Jiang family, with the scent of strong liquor and a bold, freewheeling nature. He pulled Shen Yan out from among the piles of ink and paper, and lavished money on him. He paid his tuition, put on an exhibition for him, and helped him escape his rotten family. No one had ever treated him so well. So even though Jiang Ye was known as a playboy, Shen Yan still fell for him. It was his first love, and he gave it everything. He prepared paper and mixed ink for Jiang Ye, cooked for him, and even let him mark him. Until the heat that struck just before graduation. Shen Yan was burning up and spent the night relying on suppressants. The man showed up late, carrying the cloying scent of an omega. “I’m bored of you.” Jiang Ye tore up the painting he’d given him and threw it into the rain. “Good students like you get boring once you’ve slept with them for long enough.” · After Jiang Ye went abroad, Shen Yan had his mark removed. A scorching needle pierced his gland, burning away their entire past. He barely managed to piece himself back together, but could never paint with the same spirit again. A few years later, Shen Yan’s junior coaxed him into working as a consultant for a design company. He heard his new boss was a difficult Alpha, so he prepared suppressants in advance. When he opened the door, the familiar scent of strong liquor rushed toward him. Jiang Ye sat there in a sharp suit, exuding an imposing air. But Shen Yan noticed something: The black-and-white profile picture of that person in the group chat was the profile of the man he’d secretly drawn after catching a fleeting glimpse of him in his youth. On a rainy night, that man stood waiting outside his home, water dripping from his bangs as he asked cautiously: “Shen Yan, could you… paint me another picture?” Shen Yan sneered. “Mr. Jiang, my paintings are very expensive now.” “Sixty thousand per square foot. If you want one, contact a gallery yourself.” Jiang Ye watched him walk away, his face pale. · What Jiang Ye never told him was that he had kept that painting by his side all along. For five years abroad, he worked himself to the bone during the day, then took out those old paintings at night and breathed in the lingering scent of ink. He had once lost the most precious thing in his life. Now, he would win it back, little by little. Theme: Treasure the person in front of you.