The Omega's Vow: Never Marry a Mama's Boy Alpha - Chapter 31

Beautiful fantasies are like lovely yet fragile bubbles; under the sun’s glare, they burst with a “pop,” leaving nothing behind.

The enemy troops still caught up, haunting them like ghosts, evoking fear and a despair so profound it made one want to scream in collapse.

Why wouldn’t they let them be? All he wanted was to be with his beloved and live a simple, peaceful life.

He no longer sought revenge or retribution.

So why did they still pursue?

Why did they have to shatter such a simple wish?

Why?!

Ashina forced himself to pick up his gun and engage the enemy, but how could one man stand against an army?

He fired the last bullet in his chamber. Qingji, nestled in his arms, her frail body giving Ashina an infinite sense of security. In that moment, Ashina felt that dying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

In their tribe, alphas would present daggers to the omegas they loved as tokens of affection. The higher their status, the more exquisite and sharp the dagger.

Qingji’s dagger had a golden hilt adorned with dazzling rubies.

Its beauty reflected the owner’s status, while its sharpness served more than just slicing flesh.

The nomadic tribes had always been embroiled in conflicts. When a tribe was defeated, its omegas would become the possessions of the enemy. The sharp dagger was meant for them to take their own lives.

A testament to their loyalty to the alphas who had fallen in battle.

The day Qingji was taken, Ashina begged her not to do anything foolish. He didn’t mind, as long as she lived.

But now, Ashina gripped the dagger and plunged it unhesitatingly into Qingji’s heart.

Qingji, in his embrace, closed her eyes with a smile.

If survival meant they would be torn apart.

Ashina withdrew the dagger, stained with Qingji’s scorching blood, and drove it into his own chest.

Then let them journey to death together.

Deep in the night at the hotel, Wen Yan stared at the script on her phone, tears streaming down her face.

The cool, elegant diva of the daytime was now sobbing under the covers, sniffling as she cried. The tissue in her hand was already soaked. She sat up and pulled several more from the box on the nightstand.

What kind of heart-wrenching script was this? Writing such a story, making such a film weren’t they afraid of receiving hate mail?

Wen Yan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, strongly tempted to message Director Lin and ask who the screenwriter, Si Wu, really was.

Glancing at the time 1:30 a.m. she dismissed the thought.

With red-rimmed eyes, she continued reading.

Meanwhile, in the group led by Yue Long and Qi Xing, things weren’t going as smoothly as imagined.

With many mouths and mixed opinions, coupled with uneven food distribution and Qi Xing’s identity as an omega, it was difficult to maintain unity within the group.

A couple of alphas, who had held significant influence back in the slave district, naturally refused to submit to the commands of a scholar and an omega.

Disputes bred estrangement, and estrangement gave rise to factions.

Comrades who had once been united in their desire to escape oppression now eyed each other with suspicion and hostility.

Perhaps this was human nature.

Along the way, Qi Xing discovered an alpha forcing himself on a woman and intervened to rescue her.

The woman had no name and was an omega. When asked what she did, she would say she was a prostitute.

And Qi Xing was a princess, the taste of a princess must surely be far better and cleaner than that of a prostitute.

She was ambushed at night when five foul-smelling male alphas broke into her tent, attempting to deflower this defiant princess.

Qixing was trained in martial arts and marksmanship, always carrying an American M1911 pistol and a blade.

With seven rounds in the magazine, she killed three of them, while the other two fled in panic.

The consequence of self-defense was her expulsion by the crowd.

No one wanted to travel with an omega so dangerous, who had killed their companions.

Yuelong was also helpless. Outnumbered, his influence was waning, so he could only slip Qixing some extra provisions, emphasizing that she must not forget their agreement.

They were to reunite in the warm, humid south, preferably by the scorching seaside, under a dazzling sun, where everything would be perfect.

Qixing took another mountain path, accompanied by the prostitute she had rescued. Qixing hadn’t asked her to come along, the woman had simply followed in silence.

“Why are you following me?”

On a cold night, as they huddled together for warmth, Qixing gazed at the star-filled sky and asked her.

The woman remained silent for a while. She had been quiet all along, as if she had lost all words for this world, so deep was her disappointment.

“You saved me.”

Qixing said nothing.

It wasn’t this woman she had wanted to save, but her mother forced to leave her father and marry an enemy officer.

When she saw the woman being dragged away by men, Qixing couldn’t help but recall the scene of her mother being taken. That was the source of her nightmares, the hatred that would last a lifetime.

Perhaps for an omega, existence itself was a mistake in times of war.

Friends left one after another. Yuelong, a scholar returned from overseas, received no respect among the people. Humans instinctively ostracize the different, envy those superior, and bully the weak, these are the inherent evils of human nature.

Especially when such malice spreads to an entire group, no one sees isolating and bullying an individual as wrong.

How could we all be wrong, and only you be right?

Impossible.

So it must be you who is wrong, you who deserve it.

Yuelong had poured his heart and soul into it, even abandoning his promising future abroad to return and save his homeland’s people. His own younger sister had died at the feet of these very people. And what did he get in return?

Insults! Betrayal!

Ignorance and malice!

Were such people even worth saving?

Yuelong looked at the small slave society that had formed, at the leading alpha indulging in debauchery without restraint, and shook his head.

No.

They were not worth saving.

These wretched commoners!

Yuelong left the group, turning back the way he came, and soon encountered soldiers sent to find him.

The scholar, who had once been determined to save his people, betrayed his compatriots without hesitation and along with them, his once noble and pure soul.

Of the tens of thousands who had fled, only Qixing and the woman remained.

Two fragile omegas, the least capable of survival, were the ones who made it to the end.

They bypassed the plains, deliberately taking rugged mountain paths, enduring harsh conditions and traveling without rest.

Once they crossed the final mountain ridge, they would leave the war zone and enter the peaceful, stable central plains.

But fate would not let their story conclude so smoothly.

On their last night in the mountains, the two encountered a pack of wolves not many, only five, but each was emaciated, with glowing green eyes, starving after a long time without a full meal.

At such a moment, running was not an option to run meant certain death.

The bullets had long been exhausted, and the finely crafted American-made weapon was now nothing more than a piece of scrap metal. Qixing drew a short blade, its surface gleaming with a cold, silvery light under the moonlight.

In truth, aside from fighting head-on, there was another way: kill the woman beside her, let her become a feast for the hungry wolves, and Qixing could escape alone.

The thought flashed through her mind but was immediately dismissed by the princess.

Her dignity, her honor, and her pride would not allow her to do such a thing.

This was a difficult battle outnumbered, with the enemy stronger but Qixing was clever. Every move she made was aimed at the alpha wolf.

Once the alpha wolf was dead, the others, having lost their leader and command, would naturally retreat.

At the cost of an arm and a body covered in bite marks, Qixing killed the alpha wolf. Blood pooled on the ground, and the woman, carrying Qixing on her back, fled in a panic, running without direction.

She wept as she ran.

With so much blood and such severe wounds, survival was impossible.

Moreover, in the perilous depths of the mountains, the heavy scent of blood would attract other wild beasts.

Qixing begged the woman to leave her behind. She was so tired, in so much pain, and all she wanted was to sleep peacefully.

Like when she was a child, mischievously falling and scraping her knee, bleeding profusely, only to be comforted in her mother’s embrace, lulled to sleep by her gentle voice.

The woman could no longer run, but she refused to let go of the person in her arms, desperately trying to warm Qixing’s gradually cooling body with her own warmth.

“Don’t sleep, don’t fall asleep like this.”

“Don’t die.”

“Don’t give me a glimmer of hope for life only to abandon me again.”

The woman had been sold as a child bride from a young age. Her husband was a habitual gambler and an opium addict. Later, he forced her into prostitution to pay off his debts, beating her whenever she disobeyed.

One man after another would undress, vent their desires without restraint, toss down a few coins, and leave.

She became a well-known joke, a whore to be toyed with at will.

Her body, prone to pregnancy, was forced to bear child after child, all of whom she strangled to death in their swaddling clothes.

She was filled with hatred, a madness-inducing rage.

Life held no joy for her. She wanted to die but could not accept it.

She had never known love or happiness in her life.

Why?

Why?

Why did she have to suffer such torment?

The fragile, beautiful girl in her arms was the only one who had ever reached out to her, the only one who had pulled her out of hell.

Like a deity descending to the mortal world, the radiant woman had never dared to look directly at her.

But it turned out that even gods could die close their eyes, lie quietly and obediently in your arms, their skin cold, never to wake again.

The woman sobbed uncontrollably, her mournful cries piercing the silent, dark forest.

Startled, a flock of birds took flight.

If her god was dead, why should she continue to live in this hellish world?

Holding Qixing in her arms, at the break of dawn, the woman leaped from the towering cliff.

The final scene was of the beach they had promised to visit sunny, with rolling blue waves.

Sadly, neither of them ever made it there.

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