Overnight, Yuan Yingyue went from rags to riches, moving from a godforsaken Wasteland Star to the bustling Capital Star.

On the Capital Star, Alpha heirs are as common as stray dogs, and noble Omegas walk the streets in droves. As a nouveau-riche female Alpha, Yuan Yingyue sits at the very bottom of the pecking order, completely out of place among the Celestial Dragons.

Still, though she is quietly despised, her staggering wealth means a number of fallen aristocrats have no choice but to lower themselves and seek a marriage alliance.

So Yuan Yingyue received an extremely, ridiculously, absurdly long matchmaking list—crammed full of age-appropriate Omega names! Every single Omega on it is of impeccable lineage: delicate, soft, and sweetly alluring.

Of course, behind each Omega stands a family on the verge of bankruptcy, desperate to suck the fresh lifeblood of her fortune.

The old nobility were confident of victory.

After all, an Alpha is forever letting desire overrule reason, beast over human, and the Omegas used as bait by their families are just that irresistible.

—

Or are they?

On the theatre balcony, a beautiful, wilful young Omega aristocrat let the alcohol flush his cheeks as he recklessly released a heady rose-scented pheromone that could drag anyone under… Not long ago, he had turned down several poor Alphas who had confessed to him.

Yuan Yingyue: “Omegas need to learn to protect themselves.” (She pressed her fingers to her brow with a rueful smile.) Then, with perfect courtesy, she guided his feverish gland into a cold fountain, opting for a straightforward, physical barrier against the pheromonal effect.

The boy who had planned to lure her into taking advantage: “!”

In a convertible, a cool, sickly scion of a fallen great house lay with his head on her lap. To refuse his family’s attempt to marry him off to an old Alpha, he humbly begged to become her bride.

No one knew he was a cold and despicable dodder vine, with his decaying family using him to seek out the fattest prey, draining every last drop of their wealth.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Yingyue (solemnly patting his shoulder) (encouraging): “You’re already an independent, self-reliant O. Be brave and stand up to arranged marriage.”

The white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside Omega who had nearly forced her to mark him: “…”

In a mansion’s secret room, a sultry, brooding widower living alone fancied himself mature, no worse than young Os, and hungrily longed for her to soothe and comfort him.

Yuan Yingyue (bashful) (honestly pushing him away): “It wouldn’t be good if the two children saw.” (She fled in a hurry.)

The clammy, pensive widower: “?”

…

—

Later, at the Omega Tea Party on the Capital Star, rumours began to spread that Yuan Yingyue was a Beta pretending to be an Alpha.

“With self-control that strong, she must be faking being an Alpha,” said one O. “Or maybe… she can’t, you know, in that department?” another O gossiped. “So cold and ascetic—she’s probably a Beta!” other Os whispered.

Each Omega had their own agenda—and they believed it wholeheartedly.

That very night, Yuan Yingyue’s terminal received 99+ messages.

“Sis, you don’t want people finding out you’re pretending to be an Alpha, do you?”

“It’s all right, I’ll scam other Alphas for money to keep you.”

“So this is why you turned me down?” “I’m actually amused… I don’t mind, you know.”

…

Even a certain usually reserved and proud Omega head of a noble house broke precedent to say:

“If those Os don’t want you, I do.”

Yuan Yingyue, at home in her heat, having just undergone a secondary differentiation from an S+ Class Alpha to an SSS+ Class Alpha: “?”

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