Chapter 1

 Found You

Inside a shabby, low-rent apartment, a single intact table stood by the window.
On it lay an unopened vial of suppressant.

A young woman sat silently in front of the table, staring at the vial.
A flicker of pain crossed her dark eyes.

She wore a thin black sweater on top and a pair of faded jeans below.
A cold gust blew in through the cracked window, making her shiver.

Her teeth clenched; her expression remained blank, but there was a fierce determination in her face.

Quickly, she tore open the vial and injected it skillfully into her left arm.
The stabbing pain shot through her entire body.
Her brows knitted tightly as she waited for the pain to pass.

Soon, the small room filled with a sweet, cloying Omega scent.
Satisfied, the woman curled her thin lips into a cold smile.

She got up and efficiently destroyed the used vial.

Outside, the sky had turned completely dark.
The yellowish light in the room flickered as the wind howled through the gaps.
Upstairs, a woman was yelling curses; downstairs, a baby wailed.
The cacophony blended together, grating on the nerves.

The woman frowned in disgust. With a stony face, she ate a small bag of biscuits.

Then she turned off the light and sat quietly on her bed, her cold eyes fixed on the faint light seeping through the window.

This was an old apartment complex—cheap rent, but falling apart.
The neighbors often fought; the thin walls let every sound travel clearly.
She had lived here for two years and had seen too many petty fights and the sorrow of poverty.

Every day, she dreamed of leaving.
But she couldn’t.

All her wages from part-time jobs went to those expensive suppressants.
She couldn’t even afford a warm winter coat.

It was early December, the air already bitterly cold—yet she wore only a thin jacket.

Just then, her phone screen lit up in the darkness.
A message appeared:

“Ning Xuechu, come home this weekend.
If you dare make excuses again, I’ll break your legs.”

The words dripped with menace.
Her expression didn’t change. She blew on her stiff fingers before replying:

“Okay, Aunt. I’ll come after my last class.”

The dim light illuminated her emotionless face.
When the screen went dark again, her eyes turned as cold as the night.

At the same time, in a brightly lit, luxurious office building, a stack of documents sat neatly on an elegant desk.

“Ning Xuechu. Twenty years old. University student. Ordinary-level Omega.
Orphaned at ten, taken in by her uncle’s family.
Keeps to herself at school, has no friends.
Works part-time on weekends or when she has no classes.”

A woman sitting behind the desk softly read the words on the page.

She was dressed in a tailored designer suit, a luxury watch gleaming on her wrist.
Her sleek black hair framed a pale, delicate face.

Her long, fair fingers traced the paper, finally stopping at the name.

“Xuechu… Ning Xuechu… I finally found her…”

Her hand trembled as she picked up the page, tears glimmering in her beautiful eyes—half in disbelief, half in joy.

The face in the photo looked unfamiliar, yet the name “Xuechu” was engraved deep within her soul.

She had first heard that name when she was six years old.
And she had never forgotten it—for twenty years.

Her thick lashes quivered as tears slid silently down her flawless cheeks.
She pressed a hand to her lips to stifle her sobs.

The vast office echoed only with the sound of her quiet crying.

After a long moment, she wiped her tears with a fingertip, then picked up a photo album from the desk. Smiling through her tears, she whispered:

“I’ve found Xuechu. She’s an Omega… maybe not what you expected.
But I’ll bring her home—let her return to her roots, and fulfill your wish.”

On the album cover was a photo of a middle-aged couple.
From their features, it was clear the woman in the photo bore some resemblance to them.

After speaking softly, determination filled her tear-streaked eyes.

Ning Xuechu walked down the street with a thin backpack slung over one shoulder.
Her light clothing made her stand out among the crowd wrapped in heavy winter coats.
Her frail figure was especially conspicuous against the sea of bundled strangers.

The early winter wind carried a biting chill, cold enough to raise goosebumps all over one’s skin.

Ning Xuechu shivered, clutching the steaming buns she’d just bought.

She warmed her hands with the faint heat they gave off, then hurried toward the bus stop.

“These Omega girls nowadays—dressing so thin in this cold just to look pretty. Who are they trying to attract, some Alpha?”
A middle-aged woman waiting for the bus muttered, her tone openly mocking.

Ning Xuechu glanced over with a cold expression.

The icy look in her eyes made the woman freeze and promptly shut her mouth.

Bus after bus arrived and departed, none of them the one she was waiting for.

The buns in her hands gradually cooled. Xuechu lowered her head and ate them quickly, finishing the last bites while they still had a trace of warmth.

After wiping her hands clean, she looked up just in time to see a well-dressed Omega woman getting into a private car.

A flicker of envy flashed across Ning Xuechu’s eyes.

But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a glint of cold determination.

At last, her bus arrived. The crowd surged forward in a rush.

Expressionless, Xuechu waited at the end of the line and was the last to board.

The bus was packed; there were no empty seats left. She had no choice but to stand.
The air was thick with clashing scents—sweat, perfume, pheromones—all of it unpleasant. Xuechu frowned slightly and endured.

When her stop finally came, she squeezed through the crowd and hurried off the bus.

With a bang, the doors shut behind her, leaving behind a cloud of acrid exhaust.

Xuechu crouched beside a flowerbed, her stomach twisting painfully.
She gagged a few times before forcing the nausea down.

After resting for a moment, she got to her feet and started walking toward campus.

Around her, clusters of students chatted and laughed together.
Only she walked alone, silent.

“Ning Xuechu, have you really been wearing those same clothes for three days? Don’t you think that’s disgusting? Or do you just not have any others?”
The mocking voice behind her rang out, full of arrogance.
“Oh wait—I forgot. You’re the poorest one in our class. Living off scholarships. You might be the most pathetic Omega on earth.”

Laughter erupted around her.

Xuechu clenched her fists tightly and kept her head down, walking faster.

She wanted nothing more than to turn around and punch that smirk right off their face—but she knew a single moment of anger could cost her everything.
If she lost her scholarship, her life would become even harder than it already was.

She weighed it silently—the anger in her chest against the cruel reality of survival.
And, as always, she chose to endure.

After a full day of classes, Xuechu ate the cheapest meal available at the cafeteria.
Then, braving the freezing wind, she squeezed into another crowded bus back to her shabby rented room.

The familiar sounds of yelling from upstairs and downstairs greeted her again.
She ignored them, tidied herself up, and got ready to head out for her part-time job.

Ever since she started college, her uncle’s family had refused to give her any more money, saying she was an adult now.

Even her tuition had come from years of odd jobs before enrollment.

For over three years, she had studied and worked at the same time, saving every penny to buy her suppressants.

While her classmates discussed shopping and new clothes, she could only wear the same old outfits and run between part-time jobs.

Whenever she happened to meet someone she knew, ridicule was inevitable.

But still—she could only keep working.
She couldn’t afford to talk back.
She couldn’t afford to quit.

She double-checked the location and time for tonight’s shift, searching online for the cheapest bus route.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of synchronized footsteps outside her door—then a polite knock.

“Hello, is Miss Ning home?”
A woman’s voice came from outside.

It was gentle, polite, carrying a soft smile.
But if one listened closely, there was a faint tremor beneath it—subtle, restrained excitement.

Xuechu frowned and ignored it, continuing to check her route.

“Miss Ning, I can see your light’s on. You must be home. Please open the door—I need to speak with you.”
The woman’s tone remained warm but firm, clearly unwilling to leave unless she was answered.

Xuechu’s frown deepened.

After a brief pause, she gripped her phone tightly and walked cautiously to the door.
She cracked it open just slightly, peering through the gap.

In that instant, Ning Xuechu’s eyes widened in shock.

The woman standing outside was an Alpha—
and not a low-ranked one. The unmistakable pressure of Alpha pheromones filled the air, making Xuechu’s body tense instinctively.

The woman was stunning—an elegant oval face, features perfectly balanced.
Even with only light makeup, she was breathtaking, radiating a confidence that drew every gaze.

Her figure was flawless, the S-curve of her body accentuated by her tailored clothes.
She looked like she had just stepped off a TV screen—brilliant and untouchable.

The contrast between her refined elegance and this crumbling, impoverished neighborhood was almost surreal.

“Who are you looking for?”
Xuechu forced down her surprise, her dark eyes still flickering faintly with envy.

“The person I’m looking for is you, Xuechu.
Could you please open the door? I have something to tell you.”
The woman’s lips curved in a soft smile, her voice light and melodic.

The moment her eyes met Xuechu’s, her gaze brightened—surprise and joy flashing across her beautiful face.

For an instant, Ning Xuechu thought this unreachable Alpha might actually cry.

But the feeling passed as quickly as it came.

The way she said “Xuechu”—that name rolling off her moist red lips—sounded so natural, so intimate, like a warm spring breeze brushing over Xuechu’s heart.

Her chest tightened. She bit her lip and stole another glance at the woman.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the four bodyguards standing behind her.

After a brief thought, Xuechu lowered her voice, her sharp gaze fixed on the woman.

“Only you can come in.”

“President An…”
One of the bodyguards started to speak, but the woman lifted a hand, stopping him immediately.

“Wait for me outside,” the woman instructed.

Her voice was calm and quiet—but carried a tone that allowed no refusal.

“Xuechu, can I come in now?”
She smiled as she spoke, her expression gentle and warm.

For a brief second, Ning Xuechu felt dazed.

The strong scent of an Alpha surrounded her. Her fingers twitched; with a faint creak, the rusted metal door slowly opened.

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Author’s Note

Other completed story you may enjoy — Paranoid Girlfriend [Transmigration]

Dai Shiyuan has a beautiful girlfriend—gentle-eyed, charming in every smile.
Whenever she softly calls her “Xiao Yuan,” Dai Shiyuan can’t help blushing.

But her girlfriend isn’t ordinary—she’s actually the heroine of a novel, and Dai Shiyuan is someone who transmigrated into that book.
Every day she worries about how to tell her girlfriend the truth.

“Xiao Yuan, what are you day-dreaming about? Are you regretting being with me?”
The gorgeous woman wrapped her arms around Dai Shiyuan’s waist, a trace of madness flickering in her eyes.

Flustered, Dai Shiyuan shook her head and turned to hug her tightly.
Her girlfriend was overly suspicious—always fearing she’d run away.
It was troublesome… and yet, sweet.

Later, Sonya Xin discovered that her beloved still wanted to escape—just like at the beginning.
Back then they’d even been sisters-in-law; she’d once hated that “little sister.”
But the more time they spent together, the more she found her adorable—until love replaced hate.

Through a few schemes, she finally made her completely hers.
And for the rest of her life, she would never let go.

“Xiao Yuan, don’t think about running. Otherwise, I’ll buy out the Dai family’s company and put them all on the streets.”
Sonya Xin held the woman in her arms, her eyes gleaming with obsession.

Dai Shiyuan hurriedly leaned up to kiss her in appeasement.