After Group S announced a new member, the whole internet lit up.

The new youngest member was plagued by rumors of casting couch scandals, suspected to be a background-boosted parachute hire, with a messy private life… bogged down by dirt and drowning in haters, he spent three years getting cursed out since debut.

At first, the online insults were nonstop.

Later, a behind-the-scenes dance practice clip surfaced, followed by a public interview the group did together…

Everyone: Fine, we give in (drooling.jpg).

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Group S is famous for being all top-tier Alphas, with handsome members and strong skills, but they’d never had that one breakout moment.

Then came a live-stream mishap: the camera fixed on the rookie youngest member’s room.

Dead center on screen, several top Alphas were disheveled—one had his head down unbuckling a belt, another had a towel slung around his neck, another was frozen mid–shirt removal…

And the one who opened the door—the sub—was wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt, cheeks flushed, long legs with gorgeous proportions, and beneath the slightly mussed hair was a boldly striking, aggressive beauty.

Then came the most dramatic bit.

One teammate lazily hugged the sub from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said, “It’s my turn, right?”

Netizens lost their minds shipping it.

The trending search exploded.

Good news: after the live-stream fiasco, you blew up. Fan art and fics flooded in, the CP threads were on fire—only, you were the one being “all-paired.”

Bad news: you underwent a second differentiation—falling from a top-tier alpha to an Omega.

The company demanded secrecy, and the sub began a diligent path of disguise.

The sharp-eyed ones—1234—noticed… there was always a faint, sweet fragrance in the practice room.

At first it was the studio; later, the bedroom; then even the water glass the sub had drunk from…

In an accident, the sub ran headlong into the iceberg captain’s susceptibility period and, while the iceberg captain was not fully lucid, accidentally took a temporary mark.

After that day, he acted like nothing had happened—ignoring all of the iceberg captain’s hints and questions, playing dumb. I don’t get it. What are you talking about?

With wide-eyed innocence he said, “I’m an Alpha. How could I get marked?”

The iceberg captain thought it had all been a seductive dream.

One day, the sub was in the iceberg captain’s room going over performance details. Just before leaving, he grew dizzy and nearly fell—only to have a hand catch his arm.

A familiar scent flooded in.

A top Alpha’s self-control was challenged in that instant. Straining to stay calm, the iceberg captain rasped, “…You’re an Omega?”

*

The sub thought he was hiding it well, but the world loves surprises.

At an event, an overzealous Alpha fan released their pheromones on the spot, pushing several Omegas into induced heat.

Including the sub, who was just about to enter his heat cycle.

His heat was forcibly brought forward.

The familiar sweet fragrance wrapped around the group’s top Alphas, and those keen instincts locked onto the sub almost instantly.

His gaze went hazy, shadows closed in, and he didn’t notice several Alphas stepping toward him, one by one.

The door clicked locked.

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