The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 1

Blue skies, white clouds, lush green meadows, and shimmering waves, the scenery was beautiful.

This was the private horse ranch of the Gu family, a birthday gift for the fifth young miss of the Gu family on her fourteenth birthday.

The young Miss Gu always had a trace of impatience in her clear, refined brows and eyes when facing the camera. Yet, she never showed it outright, a testament to her upbringing as a member of the Gu family.

Dressed in a fitted black-and-white riding outfit that accentuated her slender figure, she dismounted gracefully, her legs straight and slender, exuding an air of noble elegance.

“Won’t you run a few more laps?” the photographer asked.

“No,” Miss Gu replied, a faint, gentle curve at the corner of her lips, though her tone remained cool. As she shook her head, her ponytail swayed gently. “If I go back too late, my sisters will worry.”

The microphone picked up the laughter of the crew behind the scenes well-intentioned and teasing.

“Miss Gu is such a sis-con. So adorable!”

“It’s hard to imagine someone so well-behaved is actually an alpha.”

They had been filming the documentary since Miss Gu’s birth, spending fourteen years by her side. Their closeness allowed for such lighthearted jokes.

Miss Gu did not refute them, offering only a polite smile.

At that moment, another young girl appeared on the side of the frame. The photographer, clearly familiar with her, immediately focused the camera on her.

“Xiao Wu, happy birthday!”

The girl, dressed in a pink dress, held out an exquisitely wrapped gift with both hands. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with moisture, radiating charm.

The camera zoomed in, capturing the intimate and ambiguous atmosphere between the two in a lingering close-up.

“Thank you,” Miss Gu accepted the gift with a nod. “I’ll open it when I get back.”

Suddenly, the barrage of comments on the screen surged exponentially, nearly covering the entire frame.

High alert ahead! Warning: scumbag alpha incoming!

The screen overflowed with these words in vibrant colors, almost spilling out.

The focus deepened, blurring the grassland behind the two girls until it seemed as if only they remained in the vast expanse between heaven and earth.

One had to admire the cinematography, a documentary meant to flaunt wealth and provoke envy had been transformed into something reminiscent of a romantic idol drama.

“Go for it!”

Someone from behind shouted, breaking the girl’s hesitation and uncertainty.

The delicate girl blushed, clasped her hands behind her back, and nervously tapped her toes. Summoning her courage, she softly confessed her feelings to the person she liked, right in front of the camera.

“Xiao Wu, I like you. Would you be willing to go out with me?”

Just then, a breeze swept by, lifting the hem of her dress and revealing her fair, slender ankles, adding an infinite charm to the boundless wilderness.

“I’m sorry.”

As the wind stilled and the grass ceased to sway, the girl’s breath seemed to halt as well.

With multiple camera angles capturing every nuance, Miss Gu’s expression shifted to one of apology and sorrow, yet her words were undeniably harsh.

“My mother doesn’t like you, and neither do I.”

The girl’s eyes instantly reddened. She stumbled back two unsteady steps, her pride unable to bear the humiliation, and quickly turned and ran away.

In that fleeting moment, the camera caught the tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. The girl’s ill-fated first love inevitably evoked a wave of sympathy.

Once again, the screen flooded with comments, this time uniformly reading, “The ultimate mama’s girl, sis-con alpha.”

“Miss Gu, if you ever meet someone you truly like in the future, but Actress Ye disapproves, would you reject them just like you did now?”

The photographer asked.

Miss Gu glanced at the camera and replied succinctly with two words.

“Of course.”

The camera shook violently for a moment, and when it refocused clearly, only the retreating figure of Fifth Miss Gu remained.

The girl was slender, her high ponytail swaying back and forth.

Just then, a special effects bullet comment rolled across the screen bold, lingering, and sharp in its content.

A man you should never marry, no matter how rich, Gu Xiaowu.

Wen Yan wholeheartedly agreed and resolved to break off the engagement.

Before the video of the infamous “fiancée scene” finished playing, a knock sounded at the door. Wen Yan instinctively paused the video and replied softly.

“Come in.”

Dr. Shen Jue, her attending physician, entered with a smile at the sight of her.

“It seems you’re recovering well, already watching dramas to pass the time.”

Two days ago, she had pulled an all-nighter filming at the studio and was driving back to her hotel when exhaustion led to a car accident. When she woke up, she found herself transported to another dimension, a world where, aside from male and female, there existed secondary genders of ABO, though the technological level was no different from her previous reality.

The original owner of this body was also named Wen Yan, the eldest daughter of the Wen family in Lin’an. She had studied abroad since childhood, majoring in oil painting. A few days earlier, she received the devastating news of her parents’ deaths in a car accident and rushed back home. Whether by coincidence or design, on her way from the airport, the original owner was also involved in a car accident.

She must have bled to death; otherwise, Wen Yan wouldn’t have taken over her body.

Perhaps it was because Dr. Shen Jue, with his kind and gentle demeanor, was the first person she saw upon waking, or maybe it was his profession, but Wen Yan felt less guarded around him and answered with a smile.

“Yes, my head isn’t dizzy anymore. When do you think I can be discharged?”

“We’ll run another check-up tomorrow. If everything’s fine, you can leave then.”

Standing by her bedside, Shen Jue casually glanced at the tablet screen. It was a documentary he was quite familiar with, and a flicker of surprise crossed the doctor’s expression.

“Oh, one more thing.”

“Officer Bi, who’s handling your case, came by yesterday to ask some questions, but you were resting, so we didn’t disturb you.”

“She asked me to check when you’d be available for a detailed discussion.”

No matter how far the Wen family of Lin’an had fallen, they were once a prominent clan in Huaxia. The successive car accidents involving the head of the Wen family, his wife, and their eldest daughter inevitably raised suspicions of foul play.

“Thank you, Dr. Shen. I’ll contact Officer Bi separately.”

Shen Jue nodded, his eyes drifting to the screen once more. He cleared his throat lightly and said, “If you have any other questions, you can always ask me.”

He and the Gu family of Yanbei had some connections, after all.

Unfortunately, Wen Yan took his words as mere politeness and declined immediately.

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you, Dr. Shen.”

What questions did she have?

This world had its own versions of search engines, social media, and Q&A platforms, she had hands and a brain of her own. Even if she had only inherited 10% of the original owner’s memories, she could trace the key information and uncover the truth.

Her biggest question was why she had crossed over, a question even Shen Jue couldn’t answer.

As for the rest whether there was a mastermind behind the car accidents, their motives, how to go about breaking off the engagement, and her own life direction, she would handle it herself.

In her previous life, she had been an obscure minor actress with no connections or fame, armed only with sheer determination and an unyielding resolve to see things through.

What good is being beautiful? Unwilling to play by the rules of money, even if her agent had good resources, they wouldn’t remember her.

Wen Yan remained in this lukewarm state for several years, dying at 27 without ever having played even a supporting female role.

She couldn’t accept it, truly couldn’t accept giving up on the dream she had held onto for so long.

Now, she had transmigrated into the eldest daughter of the Wen family, nominally the fiancée of the Gu family of Yanbei and the daughter-in-law of the film queen Ye Lan. Entering the film industry to act shouldn’t be too difficult.

This world’s body was almost identical to her previous life’s, except for the sensitive, delicate gland on the back of her neck, the mark of an omega.

Wen Yan researched ABO physiology: if her fiancée, that Fifth Miss Gu, married her, her neck would be injected with alpha pheromones to complete the “marking,” and she would completely become Fifth Miss Gu’s omega.

What Wen Yan found most unacceptable was that omegas experienced a heat cycle every month. During this time, if they didn’t take suppressants, they would involuntarily release pheromones, lose self-control, and seek intimacy with nearby alphas.

What kind of unreasonable, outrageous genetic setting was this?

After reading this, Wen Yan’s face darkened for an entire day. She immediately went on the Guaibao app and ordered 100 suppressants, more urgently than stocking up on sanitary pads during Tmall’s Double Eleven sales in her previous life.

There was no helping it, she was an orphan, inherently insecure. Just imagining herself helpless and begging for affection plunged her into deep fear.

Having been single her whole life without even dating, the thought of such intimate contact was beyond consideration.

So, even if that fiancée, who only existed in documentaries, wasn’t the notorious mama’s girl, sister-obsessed, scummy alpha she was rumored to be, Wen Yan would firmly choose to break off the engagement.

She didn’t care if the other person was male or female, omega or alpha.

Wen Yan just wanted to act well, work hard to earn money, and raise this body’s younger brother to adulthood.

The next day’s check-up results were good, so Wen Yan promptly checked out of the hospital and rushed back to the Wen family’s villa in the suburbs. She hadn’t told her younger brother about the car accident, afraid he would worry and overthink due to his youth. She had only said she couldn’t find a suitable flight and was delayed a few days.

Unexpectedly, before she even entered the house, she heard the boy’s pleas and sobs.

She froze as if plunged into an ice cellar, unable to move.

“Please, stop hitting me.”

“Let me go, I really don’t know.”

“Ah! I’m begging you, please!”

“Don’t take my clothes off!”

“Spare me, please spare me!”

The despair and pleading in his voice tore at Wen Yan’s nerves, stretching the thread of her rationality to its limit. Just a little more force, and it would snap completely.

In her 5-centimeter high heels, as if wearing combat boots, with her handbag as a weapon, she stormed through the door with imposing momentum.

The sharp, thin heels, black on top and red on the bottom, clicked rhythmically like drumbeats on the rosewood floor.

The pale, fragile boy was kneeling on the floor in a humiliating position, tear stains deeply etched on his cheeks. Scraps of fabric lay scattered around, corresponding to the exposed skin on his body.

Wen Yan’s pupils contracted sharply.

“Sis!”

The boy broke free from the restraints, scrambling over and throwing himself into Wen Yan’s embrace.

The homing bird trembled as it returned to its nest, a frightened little creature.

“Sis, sis.”

Her younger brother clung to her desperately. Wen Yan remembered that this boy named Wen Xiu was only fifteen, just like her, a delicate omega.

An omega who needed his sister’s protection.

Wen Yan’s heart softened. She gently stroked her brother’s head, soothing his panicked and helpless emotions. Then she lifted her gaze, coldly staring at the pair of malicious servant husbands, a mocking curve forming at the corner of her lips.

“Steward Li has truly given me a grand gift.”

“If you want to know where the Wen family’s wealth is hidden, why torment A Xiu like this?”

“I am the eldest daughter of the Wen family, the heir to Wen Enterprises.”

She raised her hand, the screen displaying an ongoing call, the contact was Officer Bi.

Seeing the terrified expressions on Steward Li and his omega’s faces, Wen Yan’s smile deepened, her eyes growing even colder.

“How about we discuss this in detail at the police station?”

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