14

In the entire social hierarchy, the few but powerful alphas have always stood at the pinnacle of power. They are more assertive, more driven, and more aggressive. They are natural leaders and managers. In comparison, betas, who are numerous but of average capability, and omegas, who are burdened with the responsibility of reproduction from birth, are weaker. For several centuries, when productivity and technological advancements were underdeveloped, the two major groups, beta and omega, were always subordinate to the alphas. Omegas, in particular, were regarded as valuable reproductive resources, often relegated to the home rather than participating in the workforce.

Hundreds of years later, although omegas, like the A and B groups, have been working with their own hands for a long time, the ideas that once accompanied the alpha group for centuries remain stubborn, like marrow and blood, still flowing through the bodies of some people.

—Since omegas are destined to become the wives of alphas and bear children for them, it is only natural that everything an omega does is for the alpha. Whether it’s dressing up, getting cosmetic surgery, or losing weight, it must be to please their future husbands, right?

Thinking of this, the young alpha’s gaze softened.

“I didn’t expect you to try so hard…” He looked at the omega in front of him in surprise. “I… I’m actually a bit moved.”

Omega felt a chill of fear creeping up, and he pulled his hand away from the alpha’s grasp. With a twitch of his lips, he replied, “You’re mistaken. It’s not for you.”

The alpha paused for a moment, then remembered the person he had seen earlier at the omega’s house. A sense of territorial displeasure surged within him. He took a step forward, not willing to let it go. “Then who is it for? That man in your house?”

“I’m doing it for myself,” Omega said in a low voice. “I want to improve for my own sake. It’s none of anyone else’s business.”

Seeing the young alpha still wanting to argue, Omega stepped back once more, helplessly adding, “And you’re not anyone to me. We made a deal, a transaction. The money I just gave you is exactly what we agreed on, no more, no less. Now take the money and leave.”

The phrase “I buy, you sell” nearly shattered the young alpha’s pride. His anger flared, finally tearing away the thin veil of kindness, and he reverted to his usual attitude towards Omega. He stepped forward, grabbing Omega’s collar with force, sneering, “At forty, you’re still playing these cat-and-mouse games? If it’s not for me, and it’s not for that man, then what are you working out for? With all that money, you should just get plastic surgery already. Do you really think losing weight can fix that pig face of yours?!”

“Let go of me!” Omega’s face flushed with anger, his body trembling. “You’re so mean… Let go of me now! I don’t want to give you a single penny!”

The young alpha was about to retort when a gust of wind suddenly swept past his ear. Before he could react, he was kicked hard by Mr. A, who had just arrived. He stumbled several steps back before regaining his balance.

“You…” He barely uttered a word when Mr. A grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

The alpha’s violent pheromones practically swirled into a vortex in the air, and omega stumbled back several steps, only to be steadied by the beta coach.

“Are you okay?” she asked with concern. “I saw that guy was causing trouble, so I called Mr. A over…”

“I’m fine, really, thank you so much,” omega replied, still shaken. He raised his eyes and looked ahead.

“You think you’re something special?” The young alpha was strong, but Mr. A was even more dominant. The difference in age, experience, and status made it clear. He was like an enraged beast, baring his sharp, white fangs at his own kind. “A male prostitute who sells himself, a bastard who thinks it’s okay to lay hands on those weaker than him. Do you think you’re superior? You’re wrong! You should thank your omega mother for giving birth to you as an alpha, allowing you to strut around here like this!”

Mr. A’s expression turned savage. He grabbed the young alpha’s hair with a brutal grip, swiftly and forcefully slamming his head against the wall. A heavy, muffled sound echoed, nearly cracking the alpha’s forehead. “I was originally inclined to settle this like civilized people,” he growled, “but since you refuse…..”

He gave a cold smile, his voice dripping with malice. “How about we follow the rules from centuries ago? We fight, and the loser disappears from this world. What do you think?”

The young alpha was dazed from the impact, his forehead bleeding, even staining one of his eyes red. Omega feared that Mr. A, in a fit of rage, might end up killing him, and quickly shouted, “Please, don’t let anyone die!”

There was a moment of silence.

Mr. A’s chest rose and fell slightly as he stood for a moment. Then, he loosened his grip and tossed the alpha’s body aside. The driver, who had hurried to follow, quickly grabbed the young alpha and dragged him out of the room.

Omega, still feeling shaken, quickly calmed himself and walked over to thank him. “Thank you so much for coming to help me!”

Mr. A turned to him, his gaze a mix of emotions.

For a moment, even Mr. A couldn’t tell if his actions were driven by his role as a makeover specialist, unwilling to let anyone disrespect his work, or by his pride as a strong, dominant alpha.