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Sheng Shaoyou, strung out on suppressants and haze, stumbles into the wrong hotel room, what should’ve been a moment of relief becomes his undoing. The room is saturated with pheromones, every detail designed to weaken him: food spiked to induce slick, scents meant to cloud his judgment, comfort that drags him deeper into a trap.
To Hua Yong, the dazed, sweet-smelling stranger was simply an Omega who’d come to be claimed. From the first glance, he never questioned it. And by the time Shaoyou tried to protest, his body was already betraying him, flooded with heat and slick.
What began as a wrong turn becomes days of ruthless rut. Shaoyou is stripped, stuffed, knotted, and broken down until the words S-class Alpha mean nothing in Hua Yong’s hands.
By the end, the only truth left is Shaoyou may have entered the wrong room, but he’s the right Omega to be kept.
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Shen Wenlang and Gao Tu had been inseparable for over a decade, bound by a friendship that no one else could understand. They laughed, fought, and grew side by side, drawn together not by common interests but by a shared disgust for Omegas. To them, Omegas were fake, manipulative, nothing but burdens.
But beneath that strange bond was something they never dared admit, an attraction neither of them wanted to name. Shen was an Alpha, Gao a Beta. The lines were unshakable. Betas and Alphas weren’t meant to be together. Shen knew it. Gao Tu knew it. So they buried it under jokes and casual touches, hiding affection behind sharp words.
Until one night, Shen finally broke. After ten years of friendship, the feelings he had suppressed came spilling out in a halting confession. His hands shook, his eyes refused to meet Gao Tu’s, and when Gao Tu laughed through his tears, Shen thought for a moment that he had ruined everything.
But Gao Tu accepted. More than that, he leaned in, smiling through the wet shimmer of his eyes, and whispered back, yes.
That yes should have been the beginning of something new. Instead, it was the beginning of something entirely different.
Because soon after, Shen Wenlang’s body betrayed him. The confession, the bond, the raw honesty, it cracked something open inside him. He developed mate-seeking syndrome, his rut coming early, violent, uncontrollable. He didn’t want to touch Gao Tu in that state. He couldn’t imagine hurting him.
But Gao Tu insisted.
“You’re my mate now,” Gao Tu whispered stubbornly, his hand curled tight around Shen’s. “Don’t shut me out. Let me stay with you. Let me help you.”
Against every instinct, Shen complied. He asked Chang Yu to arrange a rut room, forgetting to mention that his mate wasn’t an Omega, but a Beta.
The room was built for rut and heat, every detail carefully designed to push instincts to their breaking point. The food, the drinks, the air itself, all infused to manipulate biology. What should have been neutral became poison.
Gao Tu’s meals softened him, every bite laced with chemicals meant to make an Omega pliant, submissive, willing. His body grew warmer, his mind hazier, his protests weaker. He had never bowed to anyone, never yielded, but his limbs betrayed him, trembling as he leaned against Shen for support.
Meanwhile, everything Shen consumed sharpened him, made him hungrier, more territorial, more obsessive. The rut clawed through him mercilessly, driving reason out of his head. He tried to hold back, tried to remind himself that Gao Tu was Beta, that this wasn’t what either of them wanted.
But the room didn’t care about their promises.
By the end of the second night, Shen lost control.
Pinned beneath him, slick pouring from a body that should never have produced it, Gao Tu sobbed his name. Shen’s rut didn’t see a Beta anymore, only a mate, open and wet, the perfect opposite his instincts demanded. He rutted into him, knotted him, claimed him with a desperation that had no end.
And Gao Tu, who had spent his life despising Omegas, became the very thing they both had hated.