One unexpected heat cycle.
One irresistible Alpha.
And one unforgettable night.
I never expected that single night to turn into the worst nightmare of my life.
Not only did I get ghosted, I ended up getting imprinted.
To make things even worse, the man in question turned out to be Choi Haejun—my friend’s ex-gangster uncle with an ego as big as the sky.
Fueled by rage, I stormed into his office, determined to set things straight.
But to my disbelief, the arrogant jerk doesn’t even remember who I am.

“Who are you?”
“...What?”

And if that wasn’t enough, his next words nearly made me snap:

“As I said, weren’t we in a business-like relationship?”

‘CHOI HAE F**KING JUN!!!! I DON’T NEED A BASTARD LIKE YOU EITHER!!’

Oh, it’s war now.
Now, it’s no longer about heat cycles or imprinting or any stupid things like that, it’s about my pride as an Omega.
And I won’t stop until I see him grovel at my feet, asking for more of my superior Omega pheromones like a dog.
When his rut cycle comes, I’ll laugh in his face and leave him in the dust.
The tables have turned, Choi Haejun. You’re not ditching me—I’m ditching you!

#BL #Modern #Omegaverse #MorallyGray #AgeGap #Traumatized

Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Arcus
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The Korean edition was originally written by 아쿠스, Korea
Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Trap? Trap!

I spent Thursday and Friday staking out places with Sinwoo.


Over the weekend, I gave Sinwoo a weak excuse, claiming that the mysterious man I’d sex with wouldn’t be working, and let him take a break from the stakeout.


That morning, I left my studio apartment with my phone in hand, the location of Haejun’s company saved—a detail I’d subtly asked Sinwoo about.


By 11 AM, I was standing in front of the office building.


Fittingly, ‘Midas,’ with Haejun listed as the CEO, occupied the fifth to seventh floors of a building nestled among ordinary businesses.


After taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.


The building was eerily quiet for the weekend.


Still, I doubted gangsters like him stuck to a typical five-day workweek.


I made my way to the fifth floor and cautiously pushed the door nearest the elevator, only to shut it just as quickly.


‘Oh God, they really are gangsters!’


Female Alpha