Xie Yuanxing has a roommate he really hates.

The guy is an Alpha — not just any Alpha, but one with SSS-level physique, wealthy family background, and senior status. He’s the school heartthrob adored by countless fans.

Meanwhile, Xie Yuanxing is just an ordinary Beta — gloomy, quiet, and utterly unremarkable. His greatest skill is blending into the background like a forgettable extra in group settings.

No one knows that this so-called average Beta actually hides bite marks at the back of his neck — marks left by that top-tier Alpha school hunk.

That’s the root of Xie Yuanxing’s loathing for Shen Bianye.

Shen Bianye had lived a smooth-sailing life for twenty years — until he stumbled, hard, over a Beta.

All thanks to his damn pheromone dysregulation disorder, a condition that made him mistake a Beta for an Omega during his rut.

He bit, l**ked, and claimed this gloomy little Beta mushroom hiding in the shadows, a boy he would never have looked at twice. But his pheromones didn’t lie — to his body, Xie Yuanxing was an Omega.

When the little Beta was happy, Shen Bianye tasted sweetness.

When he was upset, it turned bitter.

Sadness brought sourness.

Anger — spiciness.

Even though he disliked the idea, Shen Bianye still drove five hours just to buy that one cake the little Beta liked — and then coaxed him to take a bite of sweetness.

But Shen Bianye had never coaxed anyone before, let alone a Beta.

So while doing all the sweet things, his mouth kept running with sarcastic jabs:

“What’s a Beta being so sensitive about?”

“You can’t even finish the project. Getting scolded serves you right.”

“Don’t tell a soul I bit you. If anyone finds out, you’re dead meat.”

Still, he tutored him, fought for him, and schemed to take him to the city’s most dazzling fireworks display.

Everyone around them thought Shen Bianye had fallen for a Beta.

Shen Bianye scoffed: “Who’d fall for a Beta?”

Then came the day his pheromone disorder was cured.

Xie Yuanxing was busy moving out of their dorm.

Shen Bianye was busy partying at a bar with his friends.

Drunk and reeking of alcohol, he returned to an empty dorm room and caught sight of a piece of clothing the Beta had forgotten to take with him.

On impulse, like a pe*vert, he buried his face in it — and inhaled.

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