The general's subordinate had an affair.
His subordinate had cheated on his wife. Since their marriage had been arranged for the sake of their families' interests, he had yet to divorce her. The general looked down on people like him and hated having him as a direct subordinate, so he transferred him elsewhere.
The general despised people who didn't follow the rules, people without even the most basic moral principles.
But lately, the general needed a marriage. An alpha in a high position needed a stable marriage even more, as a foundation for his career. He suffered from a condition that made his pheromones spiral out of control, and had to wear a bite guard year-round.
Knowing his private life had offended his superior, the subordinate had no choice but to offer his wife as a gift. She was a family doctor skilled at making pheromone injections, and could also create exquisite clothes, including custom evening wear for the general.
The subordinate's wife moved into the general's home. He was a disabled omega who needed a wheelchair: slender, long-haired, and as beautiful as a butterfly.
The omega knew what his husband had done, but swallowed his resentment and stayed at the general's home, working hard for his husband's career. He personally sewed the general's evening clothes and stayed by his side whenever he needed an inhibitor shot.
He also hoped to win the general's favor, so that his husband might get promoted again and perhaps he could win back his husband's heart.
The general thought the omega was incredibly foolish, and despised him even more for trying so hard to please such a worthless husband.
The omega's hands were so soft as he sewed the general's clothes.
His pheromones were like silk, floating and flowing through the air.
In the estate, the omega sat in his wheelchair, sunning himself. The wind lifted the blanket over his legs, revealing a snow-white, delicate ankle.
Late at night, the omega was in the bathroom, his long hair wet, when he heard the general come home. He hurriedly got dressed, his damp hair soaking through his white shirt. His palm-sized face held nothing but awkward embarrassment.
The omega was clumsy and foolish.
His leg condition often flared up in the middle of the night, leaving him in such pain he nearly fainted. He took large amounts of painkillers.
When his heat came, he used several times more inhibitors than other people to control the pain.
When he saw happy photos of his husband and the affair partner, all he did was secretly wipe away his tears in his wheelchair. Then, hearing the general's footsteps, he would turn around and force a smile, softly asking what the general wanted for dinner.
The general watched him cry and bluntly told him he wasn't worth it.
The omega grew even more embarrassed and lowered his eyes to his legs. "But who else would want someone like me?"
The general's fingertips touched his tears. They were warm.
They tasted salty, damp, and sweet, just like his lips.
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The subordinate finally got his request approved: he was allowed to divorce.
After starting a new family with his affair partner, he lived happily away from home for a year before being promoted back to his former position. He was very grateful to his superior.
When the subordinate opened the estate gates, his long-vanished ex-wife was sitting in a wheelchair, her belly already very large.
The general was covered in scratches, with tooth marks even on the back of his hand.
The wife the subordinate had never cared about was now in a wheelchair, heavily pregnant. She was expecting a child.
The general said, "My wife and I are still newlyweds. I hope you'll understand."
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This is a story of forceful possession, a mistress taking the legitimate wife's place, and a pregnancy escape, with all sorts of pregnancy-related scenes.
The general is an invincible, ghostly alpha type, and the omega is an invincible devoted wife.
A sweet story, a very classic, utterly cheesy alpha-omega romance, with an old flame catching fire.
The bottom has a tragic past, and the top isn't much better, so fans with strong character preferences should read with caution, orz.
This isn't set in a futuristic space-faring world, just a pure ABO setting.
Theme: Loving each other and never doubting one another