The royal family's only Beta seme x an Alpha uke who is supposedly an illegitimate son but is actually seeking revenge
I'm royalty among the royalty. In simple terms, my father is the legitimate Alpha heir, my mother is the legitimate Omega daughter, and I'm a bona fide Beta prince.
I have an Omega sister ten years older than me. Anyone who tries to get close to her little brother gets spun around like a top by the princess.
I also have an Alpha brother, the heir to the throne. Anyone his little brother dislikes gets grabbed around the waist by the red-eyed crown prince.
And then there are all my useless AO siblings... and some AO friends from the aristocracy who'll end up hanging from lampposts.
As the only Beta among the aristocracy, I ask myself the same question every day.
Betas make up over seventy percent of the population. Round that up, and I have a seventy percent approval rating. So when is Father going to hand the throne over to me?
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Every one of my aristocratic friends has been poisoned by melodramatic online novels.
The cool, refined student council president keeps fantasizing that some flustered little Omega will sweep him off his feet.
The beautiful social butterfly adored by everyone hopes an overbearing Alpha CEO will descend from the sky and claim him.
The arrogant, straightforward Alpha and top student at the academy has a thing for a stubborn Omega who pretends to be an Alpha.
The conceited young master from a feudal family declares that he'll marry only the most virtuous, domestic Omega.
The pitiful little one who is bullied at home longs for a caring Omega to whisk him away.
I've often wondered why they only like one type, since I've read every one of those stories myself.
Then one day, they all confessed to me.
The flustered little Omega, the domineering Alpha CEO, the Omega pretending to be an Alpha, the virtuous domestic Omega... they're all me?
But I'm a Beta destined to build a career.
Since they're all aristocrats, I don't mind playing house with them. I really do love playing.
There was only one person who never told me his ideal type. This beast of an Alpha, whimpering on his knees before me, was the greediest person I'd ever met.
He wanted my heart.
Theme: You have to keep working hard to get what you want.
