Fated Pair
Fated Pair
And Omegas.... Omegas were a rarity, akin to the most exotic of flowers-
exquisite, fragile, and destined to be the prized possessions of the strong.
Her jet-black hair was styled with a stark simplicity that revealed the clean,
sharp lines of her face. Beneath strong, shapely brows, her hawk-like eyes
held a cool indifference, a boredom with the chaos unfolding before her.
As the pure-blooded Alpha and CEO of the Jirachot Group, one of the
nation's most influential business empires, Primma was accustomed to
social functions like this; they were a part of her life.
Yet, not once had she ever truly enjoyed them. To her, this was merely a
stage for business negotiations, for maintaining a public image, for wearing
the mask of perfection the world expected of an Alpha like her
The pheromones of the Omegas, paraded at the event for show, hung heavy
in the air. But to Primma, they were cloyingly sweet, nauseating.
They were scents that had been curated, deliberately released to beg for
attention, devoid of any purity or memorable character.
She sipped the red wine in her glass slowly, letting the bitter tannins spread
across her palate to chase away the feeling.
A deep, husky voice, tinged with mischief, sounded from behind her,
accompanied by the familiar pheromones of an Alpha-the scent of
cedarwood and the air after a fresh rain. Primma didn't turn, a small smile
merely touching the corner of her lips.
"If you didn't say that every time we met at one of these things, I'd think
you'd been replaced, Scene."
She was dressed in a dark blue suit that was more relaxed than Primma's but
still retained the effortless elegance of a charming Alpha. She clinked her
whiskey glass lightly against Primma's wine.
"Well, it is boring," Scene complained. "Look at them. The old Alphas look
like they're about to devour the young Omegas whole, and the Omegas are
trying so hard to release their scents that the air is about to turn toxic."
"Of course! An Alpha's nose is a first-class radar," Scene said, puffing her
chest out with pride. "But the scent appeared and then vanished. I've been
searching all over, but I can't find its source. Must be hiding in a corner
somewhere."
It was a feeling she had carried for a long time-the feeling of having
everything: power, money, status-yet lacking something that could not be
bought or commanded.
And in that very moment... as if destiny itself were playing a trick on her.
Amidst the throng of masked faces, amidst the garish colors and the
nauseating blend of pheromones, Primma's gaze was suddenly snared by the
graceful figure of a young woman hiding near a large pillar.
She was in a simple, ivory-colored evening gown that made her fair,
luminous skin seem to glow like the light of a full moon. Her long, dark
brown hair was gathered loosely, revealing a slender nape and delicate,
sloping shoulders.
Her sweet, oval face was a little pale, her full, rose-colored lips pressed
together in a nervous line. And those large, round, onyx-black eyes... they
shone with confusion, fear, and a loneliness that reminded Primma of a
fawn lost in a den of lions
Suddenly, the faint, fragrant scent Scene had just mentioned drifted to
Primma's nose. It wasn't a manufactured floral perfume, but the soft, clean,
and pure scent of night-blooming jasmine just as it blossoms on a moonless
night, mingled with the faint, earthy aroma of soil after a gentle rain.
Primma's heart, which had always beaten with a steady, even rhythm,
suddenly gave a violent lurch.
And not just any Omega. An Omega that her very being was roaring,
proclaiming was hers.
"Found her..." Scene murmured beside her, her eyes fixed on the same
target. "There. That's the one."
But Primma no longer heard her friend's voice. Her entire world seemed to
narrow, leaving only the image of that woman standing alone.
Her body moved before her mind could even issue a command. Her legs
carried her from the balcony, silent and resolute, moving in that direction as
if pulled by an irresistible force.
On Sangchan's side, she felt as if she were suffocating. The lavish party her
parents had forced her to attend as the family's 'ornament' was stifling,
torturous.
She hated the lecherous gazes of the Alphas, who looked at her as if she
were nothing more than a beautiful object. She hated the pheromones that
tried to dominate and claim her, coming from complete strangers.
She was an Omega. That was a truth she had only recently learned to
accept, after her family had tried to hide it, raising her as a Beta her entire
life to 'protect' her from the outside world.
But now, that protection had transformed into a cage, as they now wanted
her to marry the Alpha son of a powerful family for the sake of a business
deal.
Sangchan felt like a will-less wind-up doll. She had tried to avoid being
introduced to her 'fiancé-to-be', a man she had never even seen, by
retreating to this obscure corner, hoping only for the night to pass as quickly
as possible.
It was a scent that felt both warm and dangerous at the same time, making
her heart hammer wildly in her chest. The Omega part of her, which she
tried so desperately to suppress, began to respond uncontrollably.
A flush of heat coursed through her body, and a dampness began to gather
in her most secret, hidden depths.
She lifted her head in alarm and met those sharp, hawk-like eyes.
The Alpha who owned that powerful scent was walking directly toward her.
Her gait was as graceful as a queen's, every step filled with a confidence
and authority that made the people around her part ways automatically.
Sangchan felt as if she were under a spell, her body frozen, unable to move.
All she could do was watch as that tall, slender figure drew closer... and
closer...
Until Primma stopped right in front of her, only a few steps away
A silence fell over the two of them, cutting them off completely from the
din of the party. Primma stared deep into Sangchan's onyx eyes, seeing the
fear and confusion there. But deeper still, she saw a flicker of defiance, and
a hidden, dormant desire.
"My name is Primma," she said, her voice low and soft, yet it resonated in
Sangchan's ears "And you are...?"
"Sangchan,"
She replied, her voice a whisper. She was mortified that her voice trembled
slightly.
"Sangchan." Primma repeated the name slowly, as if savoring its taste. "A
beautiful name..... worthy of you."
Primma saw the gesture and a small smile played on her lips. She had never
had to try with anyone before.
But with this Omega, she felt the urge to slowly peel back the layers of
shyness, to see what lay hidden beneath the facade of a frightened fawn.
"No." Sangchan admitted honestly. "I'm not very fond of crowded places."
"Neither am I." The unexpected answer made Sangchan look up again. She
saw sincerity in those sharp eyes, not just polite words. "If it weren't
necessary, I wouldn't want to set foot in here either."
"Khun Sangchan!"
The shrill voice of her mother cut through the moment, and her mother's
arm swiftly linked with hers.
"There you are, hiding in a corner. I've been looking all over for you. Come.
the General and Khun Akara have arrived."
Primma watched as Sangchan was led away by her mother toward a group
of middle-aged men and another young Alpha who stood waiting.
Her eyes narrowed coldly when she saw the possessive look the young
Alpha gave Sangchan. Akara... the fiancé-to-be, I presume.
A fierce, possessive anger surged through her. The Alpha instincts in her
body were boiling. They were telling her that Sangchan belonged to her. No
one else had the right.
She turned back to Scene, who had rejoined her at some point.
"See? What did I tell you? A real gem," Scene whistled. "But it looks like...
she's already spoken for."
Primma said nothing. She simply raised her wine glass to her lips again, but
this time, her eyes were no longer indifferent.
They had transformed into the eyes of a predator that had found its
delectable prey and would never let it escape.
"That woman's name is Sangchan," Primma said, her voice flat but laced
with a decisiveness that made Scene's skin crawl. "I want you to find out
everything about her... everything."
The night of pretense continued, but for Primma, it had become the
beginning of the greatest hunt of her life.
And for Sangchan, this suffocating night had left a small glimmer of light in
her dark heart, a glimmer that was both dangerous and sweet... a glimmer
named 'Primma'.
Destiny had begun to turn its wheel, and no one knew where it would lead
them.
💚💚💚
sunyan
Days had passed since that night at the gala, but the soft scent of night-
blooming jasmine and the electrifying sensation of meeting that powerful
Alpha's gaze still haunted Sangchan relentlessly.
Sangchan tried to shake the memories, telling herself it was merely the
instinctual reaction of an Omega encountering a high-ranking Alpha.
It was something that could happen, nothing special. But deep down, she
knew it was more than that. Primma's eyes hadn't looked at her as just
another Omega to be admired; they had looked deeper, as if searching for
the true self hidden beneath her fragile exterior.
Her life at the university was the only thing that made her feel free. Here,
she could still be "Beta Sangchan' in the eyes of most of her friends. Only
Kwan, her closest friend in the faculty, knew the whole truth.
Kwan's bright voice pulled Sangchan back to the present. The two were
sitting in the cafeteria of the Faculty of Fine and Applied Arts, while
Sangchan listlessly pushed spaghetti around her plate.
Kwan was also an Omega, but she was far more cheerful and expressive.
She took pheromone suppressants and lived her life as fully as an Omega
could without drawing too much attention.
"Yes, you are. You've been like this ever since you got back from that stupid
party," Kwan said, propping her chin on her hand and studying her friend.
"Spill it. Who did you meet? Why are you unconsciously releasing that
sweet vanilla scent of yours?"
Sangchan's cheeks flushed. She hadn't even realized her body was betraying
her thoughts.
"Liar," Kwan shot back instantly. "An Omega's scent never lies, sweetie.
This scent... it's the scent of someone who has found hope."
Her friend's words hit their mark. Sangchan sighed, finally surrendering.
She told Kwan everything about her encounter with Primma-the
nervousness, the fear, and the irresistible attraction.
"That's the charm of a top-tier Alpha!" Kwan gushed, looking dreamy. "So
what happened? Did she do anything to you?"
"No, nothing. We just talked for a moment, and then my mom dragged me
away to meet... him."
Sangchan's voice grew faint as she mentioned Akara, the fiancé she had
finally laid eyes on that night. He was a conventionally handsome Alpha,
but the look in his eyes as he assessed her was vacant, appraising, devoid of
any genuine feeling.
"I get it, Chan. But... meeting Khun Primma might be a sign of something,
you know?"
"A sign of what? A sign that I'm about to get lost in a fantasy before waking
up to the reality that I have to marry someone I don't love?" Bitterness laced
her voice.
Before Kwan could say anything more, a deep voice spoke from behind
them.
They both turned. A young man in the business faculty's student uniform
stood there. He had a friendly smile, but his eyes held a certain
awkwardness.
"Yes?"
The young man bowed quickly and walked away, leaving the two girls
staring at each other in bewilderment.
.
.
Sangchan slowly opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of white satin,
was a small card and a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny crescent moon
charm. The design was simple yet elegant and tasteful.
She picked up the card. The handwriting on it was powerful and graceful. A
short message was written inside:
For the beautiful Sangchan. If you're ever in trouble, you can always call
me.
"Primma..."
Her heart hammered against her ribs as if trying to escape. How... how did
she know she studied here? What did this mean? A whirlwind of emotions
churned inside her: confusion, excitement, joy, and... fear.
In her office on the top floor of the Jirachot Group building, Primma stared
at the profile of 'Sangchan Saeng-arun' on her tablet. The information Scene
had gathered was more detailed than she had expected.
Her family was middle-class; her father a high-ranking civil servant, her
mother a housewife.
The 'Saeng-arun' family was not prominent in high society, yet they were
about to be connected to Akara's 'Akkaradecho' family through a marriage
arranged for some ulterior motive that Scene had yet to uncover.
Primma frowned, displeased. The more she read, the angrier she felt.
Sangchan's family was coldly pushing their own daughter away.
"What's with the serious face?" Scene walked in with another stack of files.
She looked at her friend and sighed. "It's about that Omega again, isn't it?
I've never seen you this interested in anyone for this long."
"This is different,"
"How is it different?"
"..."
Scene's eyebrows shot up. "Whoa... that's some next-level stuff. That
sounds like the symptoms of an Alpha who's found their legendary 'fated
mate'."
"Nonsense."
"It's not nonsense! That stuff is real, you know! Pheromones that are a
perfect match, a spiritual connection..."
"Enough," Primma cut her off. "I just feel... a need to protect her."
Primma didn't answer the question, but the look in her eyes was answer
enough.
"She seemed surprised, but she accepted it," Primma replied, the corner of
her mouth lifting slightly as she thought of the report from her messenger.
"And I'm sure she knows it was from me."
"So what's next? Are you going to storm the tower and rescue the princess?"
"I'm not the villain in a fairytale," Primma shook her head. "I'm going to
make her... walk out to me on her own."
But at the same time, deep in her own heart, Scene felt something strange.
The scent of Sangchan from that night... it still lingered at the edge of her
senses.
That evening. Sangchan's classes ended later than usual. She said goodbye
to Kwan, who left earlier, and walked out of the university toward a bus
stop that was rather deserted as dusk fell. As she stood waiting, she felt an
unsettling gaze on her.
A group of three or four young men, who from their appearance seemed to
be hot-blooded Alphas, were loitering at the corner of a building across the
street.
"Hey little sister, waiting for the bus? Want a ride from me?"
"Don't play hard to get. I can smell you," he sneered, taking a step closer.
"You're an Omega. You smell delicious... Come with us, it'll be much more
fun."
Sangchan stumbled backward until her back hit the bus stop pole. Her heart
was pounding with terror.
Despair seized Sangchan's heart. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for
the inevitable. In her mind, the image of Primma's sharp face and the
message on the card flashed... If you're ever in trouble, you can always call
me... but it was too late now.
And just as the ruffian's coarse hand was about to reach her...
SCREEEEECH!
The sound of tires braking tore through the air. A sleek, black luxury sports
sedan screeched to a halt at the curb, so fast it was terrifying. The driver's
side door flew open, and Primma's tall, elegant figure, dressed in sharp
business attire, stepped out.
Primma didn't spare the lowlifes a single glance. Her sharp gaze was fixed
on Sangchan's form, trembling with shock and fear. A flicker of pain and
simmering rage crossed Primma's face.
Primma's voice was as cold as polar ice, yet it was laced with a fury that
was ready to explode.
The words... my Omega... made Sangchan's heart skip a beat and drained
the color from the thugs' faces.
The young men didn't need to be told twice. They bowed their heads in
apology and fled for their lives.
Once they were alone, the pressure from Primma's pheromones instantly
dissipated. She let out a long breath and turned to face Sangchan, who was
still standing frozen.
Primma said, her voice impossibly gentle. She reached out a hand, as if to
touch her, but hesitated when she saw Sangchan was still afraid,
"How... how did you get here?" Sangchan asked, her voice trembling.
"I was just... driving by," Primma chose to lie. She didn't want Sangchan to
know she'd had someone watching over her from a distance out of concern.
"I saw you looked like you were in trouble, so I stopped."
Sangchan lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. She felt both grateful
and confused.
Seeing this, Primma's heart softened completely. She look off her suit jacket
and gently draped it over Sangchan's delicate shoulders. The unique scent
of Primma enveloped Sangchan, creating a strange sense of security.
"Get in the car. I'll take you home," Primma said softly. "it's not safe for you
here."
Sangchan hesitated for a moment, but finally, she nodded and obediently
followed the Alpha to the car. Inside the luxurious vehicle, the silence was
broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Primma put on some
instrumental music to break the awkward silence.
Sangchan gave her the directions meekly. No one spoke for the rest of the
journey, but the silence was no longer as uncomfortable as before.
The scent of Primma lingering on the suit jacket helped Sangchan to relax
significantly. She found herself unconsciously inhaling the scent deeply.
Primma glanced over and saw this, a secret smile playing on her lips. She
parked the car at the entrance of Sangchan's street, as she had been told.
"Thank you... again," Sangchan said as she was about to open the door.
"You're welcome," Primma replied. "But from now on, don't put yourself in
this kind of danger again."
Her voice was slightly stern, but it was clearly tinged with concern.
"Not try,"
Primma countered instantly. She reached out and gently lifted Sangchan's
chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her sharp eyes stared deep into those
onyx pools.
The proximity, so close she could feel the other's warm breath, made
Sangchan's heart race.
"And this..." Primma said, reaching over to pull the bracelet she had given
her from Sangchan's jacket pocket, which was lying on the seat. "Why
aren't you wearing it?"
Primma said nothing. She took the bracelet and carefully fastened it onto
Sangchan's smooth, white wrist. The cool metal against the heat of
Primma's fingertips sent a shiver through Sangchan's entire body.
"You should go. It's late," Primma released her chin and pulled away.
Sangchan quickly got out of the car, Primma's suit jacket still draped over
her shoulders.
She watched the black sports car drive away until it was out of sight before
looking down at the bracelet on her wrist. The streetlight caught the
crescent moon charm, making it sparkle.
Tonight had been dangerous and terrifying, but at the same time, it had
given her a hidden shadow, one filled with warmth and safety... a shadow
named Primma.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The next morning, Sangchan awoke with a feeling that was foreign to her.
Primma's black suit jacket lay folded on her bedside table, its faint,
lingering scent filling her small bedroom, creating an atmosphere that was
at once unsettling and strangely comforting.
She looked down at the silver bracelet on her wrist. The crescent moon
charm caught the morning sun, glinting as if to remind her of last night's
events.
An event that had been nearly disastrous, yet had ended with the help of
someone she should not be getting involved with.
Her mother's eyes scanned her, finally settling on the new bracelet.
"A friend,"
Sangchan lied, feeling a pang of guilt. But she couldn't possibly tell the
truth.
"A friend? That's good," her mother nodded, satisfied. "Soon you'll be
engaged to Khun Akara. It's good for you to start dressing up nicely. It will
make him proud to have a beautiful Omega by his side."
Her mother's words were like a knife, twisting in the fissures of her heart.
Sangchan could only lower her head, silently accepting her fate.
She never understood why her parents were so eager for her to marry into
that family, even though they knew she wasn't the least bit happy.
Where had all the love and goodwill they once had for her gone? Or had the
fact that she was an Omega diminished her value as their 'daughter,'
reducing her to a mere 'commodity' for negotiating benefits?
The crack in her family, which she once thought was small, was now
widening into a terrifying chasm.
At the university, Sangchan tried to focus on her studies, but her mind kept
circling back to Primma. What should she do with the suit jacket? Where
could she return it? Should she thank her again? The thoughts tangled in her
mind.
Ping!
A text notification chimed from her phone. She picked it up absently, but
when she saw the sender-an unknown number, but one she recognized with
perfect clarity-her heart began to pound.
'Are you free this evening? There's a place I'd like to take you.
Primma.'
'I'm free.'
Primma set her phone down on her desk with a satisfied smile. She hadn't
expected Sangchan to agree so easily. Perhaps... that Omega wasn't as timid
as she thought. Or perhaps... the pull between them was simply too strong
for the other to resist.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Scene asked, surprised, as she
walked in. "Usually at this time of day, you'd be frowning over some
financial report."
Scene let out a low whistle. "Moving fast, aren't we? So where are you
taking her? First date's gotta be impressive. Rent out a cinema? Book an
entire restaurant?"
"I'm taking her to a place where she can be herself the most,"
She had no desire to impress with money or power. Sangchan had surely
seen enough of that from the adult world that was trying to impose itself on
her.
That evening, Primma drove to 'the usual place' to wait for Sangchan. She
had changed from her work attire into a comfortable white button-down
shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark grey slacks, yet she still looked as
elegant and formidable as ever.
She glanced at Sangchan's wrist and, seeing the bracelet still there, felt a
sense of satisfaction.
"Ready?"
"Yes,"
Sangchan nodded, though she had no idea where she was being taken.
The luxury sports car moved away from the bustling city, heading toward
the quiet, green suburbs. It finally stopped before a large, black wrought-
iron gate that looked like the entrance to an old mansion.
"An old vacation home of my family's," Primma replied. "No one uses it
now, except for the gardener who comes by once a week. I like to come
here when I need some peace and quiet."
.
.
The moment she stepped in, Sangchan gasped. The pure, fragrant scent of
various flowers mingled in the air, creating a refreshing and incredibly
relaxing sensation.
It was a world away from the artificial scents of the city. In the center of the
greenhouse stood a white wicker table and chairs. A teapot and small cakes
were already neatly arranged on the table.
"I just wanted you to see something you love," Primma said, looking at
Sangchan's wide, excited eyes. "I know you study fine arts. And that you
like flowers."
Sangchan's heart trembled violently. She... had paid attention to such small
details about her?
A warmth spread through her entire being, erasing nearly all of her
apprehension.
The two sat and sipped tea in silence amidst the flowers. Primma didn't
bring up any stressful topics or try to push her. She simply let the
atmosphere guide them, telling a few jokes, asking about Sangchan's studies
in a natural way.
And for the first time... Sangchan felt she could speak freely. She told
Primma about her dream of becoming a children's book illustrator, a dream
she had never dared to tell her parents for fear of being told it was frivolous.
Time passed quickly, and soon the sun began to set. The golden evening
light streamed through the glass, creating an atmosphere as beautiful as a
dream.
Primma walked Sangchan to the car, but instead of opening the door for her,
the Alpha walked around to stand before her in the shadow of a large tree
beside the greenhouse.
The atmosphere shifted once again. The romantic silence of a moment ago
transformed into a silence thick with pent-up desire. Primma's pheromones
began to intensify again.
The scent of agarwood, once warm, now became hot and seductive, making
Sangchan swallow unconsciously.
"Sangchan..."
She slowly raised a hand, her long, slender fingers gently brushing a stray
lock of hair from Sangchan's forehead. The light touch sent a shiver through
the Omega's body. A flush of heat shot from the tips of her toes to her face.
"I..." Primma paused, her eyes staring deep into Sangchan's trembling onyx
pools. "...want you."
Primma inhaled the fragrance deeply, like a thirsty person finding an oasis
in the desert. It was the scent she had craved for days. It was the scent that
confirmed this Omega... was the one for her.
Her sharp face slowly leaned in... so slowly that the tips of their noses
brushed lightly. Primma's warm breath, tinged with the faint scent of wine,
ghosted over Sangchan's lips.
Sangchan closed her eyes in surrender. Her mind went blank. Her body was
crying out for more, for a deeper touch. Her heart was hammering as if it
would burst from her chest. She gripped the hem of Primma's shirt, seeking
an anchor.
Primma's lips pressed against hers, soft and tentative at first, a mere touch
to test the waters. But once she had tasted that sweetness, she could no
longer hold back.
The kiss became deeper, more demanding. The Alpha's hot tongue traced
the seam of her full lips, a polite yet urgent request for entry.
Sangchan parted her lips instinctively, allowing that hot tongue to slide
inside, to greedily explore the sweetness within her mouth.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped Sangchan's throat. It was a sound that ignited the
primal instincts within Primma, fanning the flames even higher.
Primma wrapped one arm tightly around Sangchan's slender waist, pulling
her soft body against hers until they were practically molded together.
Her other hand moved to cradle the back of her neck, controlling the angle
of her face to receive an even deeper, more passionate kiss.
Heat suffused every cell of her being. The moisture in her secret depths
began to pool rapidly, making her stomach churn with a dizzying pleasure.
She gazed at Sangchan's flushed face and her eyes, glazed with desire, with
a look that was deep and still smoldering with unquenched passion. She
raised a thumb to gently wipe away a bead of moisture from the corner of
the Omega's mouth.
"Not... not yet," Primma whispered, her voice husky. "I will wait... until you
are truly ready for me... ready... to be mine and mine alone."
Those words jolted Sangchan back to her senses. She gently pushed against
Primma's chest, confused and alarmed by her own reaction.
Primma allowed her to step back. She watched with an unreadable smile as
the slender figure quickly fled to the car.
Tonight... she had ignited a fire of desire in the heart of that reserved
Omega. And she knew that soon, this fire would rage until it burned down
every wall that stood between them.
💚💚💚
sunyan
Every time her mind wandered, the memory of those hot, demanding lips,
the touch of that bold, questing tongue, and the powerful scent of agarwood
that had enveloped her would replay with a clarity that was unnerving.
Her body would flush for no reason, her stomach would flutter, and her
secret, hidden depths would grow damp with a shameful wetness.
She hated herself for being so weak. She hated her Omega body for
betraying her reason. And she hated Primma... for shaking her fragile world
to its core.
For days, Sangchan had tried to avoid anything that reminded her of the
Alpha. She had taken off the crescent moon bracelet and hidden it away in a
drawer.
She tried to act as normal as possible in front of her friends and family. But
the more she tried to forget, the deeper those sensations became embedded
in her memory.
Her relationship with Primma was like a small flame lit in a field of dry
grass. It was dangerous, beautiful, and ready to incinerate everything in its
path. And now... another wind was about to enter this complex equation.
But the image that emerged was of a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes, staring
at her with profound depth. She sighed in frustration and closed the book.
A deep, husky voice, friendly and tinged with mischief, broke through her
thoughts. Sangchan looked up from her reverie to see a tall, slender woman
in a white t-shirt and ripped jeans.
Her look was rugged, yet possessed a strange charm. Her short, light brown
hair was cut in a shaggy style that framed a handsome face, which was
adorned with a wide smile that revealed a dimple on one cheek. Her eyes
sparkled with the bright energy of a mischievous boy.
And her pheromones... the scent of cedarwood and rain. It was the scent of
an Alpha, clean and refreshing, not heavy and oppressive like Primma's, but
strangely comforting.
"Thanks," the woman said, sitting down across from her. She extended a
hand. "I'm Scene."
"Sangchan... that's a cute name," Scene said, taking a sip of her coffee. "You
study fine arts? I saw the sketchbook."
"No way! Then you're in the same year as my friend," Scene's eyes
widened. "Her name's Ploy. Do you know her? Small, fair-skinned, always
has a dazed look on her face."
"Yes! That's her!" Scene snapped her fingers. "Small world. I was going to
drop by and see her, but she's not picking up her phone. Probably stuck in
class."
The conversation started easily and naturally. Scene was fun to talk to and
observant. She chatted with Sangchan about everything and nothing-from
their studies and movies to their favorite music.
Sangchan found herself able to talk to this Alpha with a comfort she had
never experienced before. She didn't feel the pressure or the attempt at
possession that she felt from other Alphas.
Scene was more like a friend, a kind older brother, than a formidable Alpha.
But Scene knew very well that this meeting was no coincidence.
Ever since the day Primma had confessed her feelings for the Omega
named Sangchan, curiosity had been eating away at Scene.
She wanted to see for herself which Omega had managed to break down her
best friend's icy walls. So she had used the excuse of visiting Ploy-a junior
she actually. knew-to get acquainted with Sangchan.
And the first moment she saw Sangchan sitting by the café window, the
afternoon sun casting a glow on her delicate form until she looked like a
painting, and the pure scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted to her nose,
Scene understood instantly.
Her beauty wasn't flashy, it was a simple, serene beauty, like the moon on a
clear night. Her eyes held a sad, lonely look, but at the same time, there was
a hidden stubbornness within them.
Her pheromones were the purest and most alluring she had ever
encountered. They stirred the Alpha instincts within Scene, making them
cry out with a desire to protect and care for her, to make that rare smile
appear on her sweet face.
Scene asked casually after they had been talking for a while.
The question made Sangchan's smile vanish. The light in her eyes dimmed
noticeably.
"I'm.....engaged."
The answer was like a hammer blow to Scene's chest. She felt a pang so
sharp she was momentarily speechless. It wasn't just because she felt for her
best friend, Primma, but... why did she herself feel the pain?
"Engaged? To who?"
The name made Scene's brow furrow. The Akkaradecho family was
notorious for their cold-blooded business practices, and Akara himself was
a philandering Alpha with a reputation for a string of Omega affairs. This
marriage was certainly not about love.
Sangchan added, as if she knew what Scene was thinking. Her voice was
tinged with undisguised bitterness.
"If... if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Scene finally
managed to say, though the words felt weightless. "As... Ploy's friend."
Sangchan looked up at Scene. She saw the sincerity in the playful Alpha's
eyes, and it made her feel a little better. At least... there was someone who
didn't see her as just an Omega waiting to be claimed.
They talked for a while longer before Sangchan had to leave for her next
class. Scene watched her graceful figure disappear, a storm of emotions
raging in her heart.
Sympathy for Sangchan's fate, worry for her best friend, and... a feeling she
didn't dare to admit. A feeling of wanting to possess that Omega for herself.
Scene picked up her phone and dialed the number of the person she needed
to call most right now.
"What is it?"
Primma's distinctive low, smooth voice came from the other end.
"I met her, Primma," Scene said, her voice flat. "I met Sangchan."
Even though she knew her best friend would never betray her, her Alpha
instincts couldn't help but feel threatened.
But a stronger emotion was anger.. anger at the Akkaradecho family, anger
at Sangchan's family, and anger at the fate that was about to snatch her
Omega away from her.
That evening, Primma did something she had never done before. She drove
to Sangchan's university around the time classes ended. She didn't go
inside, merely parked across the street in a spot where she had a clear view
of the main entrance.
She just wanted to see her face... to make sure Sangchan was safe after the
incident the other night.
Before long, she saw the familiar figure walking out with her close friend,
Kwan. Sangchan, in her student uniform, looked brighter and more natural
than she had at the gala or when she was terrified.
The small smile on her face as she talked with her friend made Primma's
heart soften.
But that warmth was quickly replaced by an icy chill when she saw Scene
walk up to greet Sangchan and Kwan with a familiar air, Scene handed
Sangchan a bag of snacks and then, raised a hand to playfully ruffle her
soft, silky hair.
"I passed by a good shop, so I bought you something." Scene said with a
roguish grin. "See you around, Sangchan."
Scene ruffled her hair lightly and then walked away, leaving Sangchan
standing there in a daze. Kwan looked after Scene and then raised an
eyebrow at her friend.
Sangchan looked around in alarm, her eyes scanning the area until they
landed on the sleek black sports car parked across the street. Even though
she couldn't see the person inside, her instincts screamed that it was...
Primma.
Her heart dropped to her stomach. What... what was she doing here? Did
she see what just happened?
Fear seized her. Sangchan quickly grabbed Kwan's arm and dragged her
friend away from there as fast as she could.
Primma watched Sangchan's retreating figure until it was out of sight. The
anger and jealousy from a moment ago slowly faded, replaced by a pang of
hurt at seeing Sangchan so afraid of her.
The line was silent for a moment before Scene replied, her voice more
serious. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure she was okay."
"That's my job."
Her best friend's words hit home. Primma knew Scene was right. She had
been too focused on her own power and feelings, forgetting to consider the
other person's.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Primma asked, her voice softening.
"Every time I see her, I can barely control myself."
"Then you have to learn to control it," Scene replied. "If you really love her,
you have to respect her, give her space, and make her trust you... not scare
Primma fell silent. She knew that winning Sangchan's heart would not be
easy. It was fraught with obstacles-from her family, from her unwanted
fiancé, and from... herself.
The fire of desire in her heart was fierce, but the winds of reality were
blowing in from all directions. How could she keep this flame from being
extinguished, or from burning everything to the ground?
She felt like a small boat adrift in a raging ocean, battered by the storms of
her family and Akara, and caught in the dangerous whirlpools of the two
Alphas who had entered her life.
She had no idea which way to turn her rudder, or if, in the end... she would
be wrecked by these storms completely.
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sunyan
On the coffee table lay a gilded invitation. It was for the party to officially
announce her engagement to Akara.
"Two weeks from now," her father spoke first, his voice flat but laced with a
finality she had never heard before. "The Akkaradecho family has set the
date. Be ready."
"Why so soon?"
"It is what the elders want," her mother replied, avoiding her daughter's
gaze. "Your duty is simply to obey."
"Obey?" Sangchan repeated the word, her voice trembling. "Obey like a
heartless robot, Mother? This is my entire life!"
"Sangchan!" her father's voice boomed, making her jump. "Don't you forget
who is responsible for the comfortable life you've had! If it weren't for the
fact that my business is on the brink of collapse, and this marriage is the
only salvation for our family, would you still be running your mouth like
this?"
Her father's words were a lightning bolt that struck her to the core. The
business is failing?
Was that the whole reason? Was she just a sacrifice for the family's
survival?
"And what about my feelings?" she asked, tears streaming down her face
uncontrollably. "Do they mean nothing? My dreams, my life... are you and
Father just going to throw them away so easily?"
"You can't eat dreams, Sangchan!" her father retorted coldly. "An Omega's
duty is to marry a good Alpha and build a stable family. That is the reality
of this world."
Each of her father's words was a knife, cutting deeper into her heart. But
what hurt the most was her mother's reaction.
She sat silently, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't say a single
word in her defense. Her eyes were filled with nothing but pain and
resignation.
"Mother..." Sangchan turned to her mother, her last hope. "Do you agree
with Father? The mother who always told me she wanted me to be free?
The mother who tried to hide that I was an Omega to protect me... Why?
Why are you pushing me into this hell now?"
Her question made her mother break down into sobs. Finally, the truth that
had been hidden for so long was about to be revealed.
"I'm sorry... hic... I'm so sorry, my child," she wept. "I never wanted it to be
like this."
She looked up, meeting her daughter's eyes. Her own were filled with
anguish and guilt.
"The reason I raised you as a Beta, the reason I tried to hide everything, was
because I didn't want you to face the same fate as me."
Her mother was a Beta... that's what she had been led to believe her entire
life.
"I... am not a Beta," she confessed at last. "I am an Omega... just like you."
Her mother recounted the story of her past, her voice breaking. She, too,
had been an Omega girl forced to marry Sangchan's father, who at the time
was just an Alpha from a modest civil servant family, for the benefit of her
own family.
Her married life was devoid of love, filled only with duty and expectations.
She was oppressed by his Alpha instincts, controlled and branded as a mere
possession.
When she became pregnant with Sangchan and learned that the child was
an Omega, she swore to herself that she would not let her daughter suffer
the same life.
She conspired with a trusted doctor to conceal the truth and raised
Sangchan as a Beta, hoping that one day, her daughter would find true love
and live her own life freely.
Sangchan asked, her voice hoarse. The feeling of betrayal was too much to
bear.
Her mother turned to look at her husband with eyes that held both love and
resentment.
"...he is about to lose everything. The business he built with his own hands
is about to crumble before his eyes. And the Akkaradecho family made an
offer he couldn't refuse. They want a pure Omega from a good family as a
daughter-in-law to enhance their prestige, and in return, they will save our
business from this crisis."
Everything was crystal clear now. Her life... had been priced and traded for
the family's security. The roots of all the lies she had faced stemmed from
the selfishness of adults who only thought of their own interests.
"I hate you!" Sangchan screamed, unable to bear it any longer. "I hate this
world! I hate that I was born an Omega!"
She fled from the living room, ran up to her bedroom, and slammed the
door, locking it. The sound of her mother's sobs and her father's voice
calling her name as he pounded on the door followed her, but she no longer
cared.
She collapsed onto her bed, crying until her body shook. The pain,
confusion, despair, and betrayal washed over her until she felt she would
break. Everything was a lie. Her life had been written by the deceit of her
own parents.
In that darkest moment, the face of one person floated into her mind.
Primma.
The only Alpha who had seen her for who she was, who didn't seem to want
anything from her... or so she thought. Primma's touch, Primma's kiss,
Primma's words saying she would wait until she was ready... they were the
only things that felt real in this false world,
Her hand trembled as she picked up her phone. She found the number she
had saved under a name no one else would understand... 'Glimmer of Light.
She stared at the number for a long time, her thoughts at war. One part of
her urged her to press call, to seek out the only refuge she could think of
right now.
But another part screamed at her to stop. She couldn't drag Primma into her
pathetic problems. She had no right.
Finally... in a state of utter confusion and despair, she pressed the call
button.
And before the other end could even pick up, Sangchan hung up.
She couldn't do it... she was too weak to ask for help. She threw herself
back onto the bed, hugging herself tightly, letting the tears fall in silence,
letting the darkness and pain consume her completely.
..
In her office atop the skyscraper, Primma frowned at the 'missed call' from
an unknown number on her private phone. But a gut feeling told her who
the caller was.
She immediately had her people trace the number. The result confirmed her
suspicion... It was Sangchan's.
Primma's heart lurched. Why would Sangchan call and then hang up? Had
something happened to her? Worry coursed through her, making it
impossible to continue working.
"You have to respect her, give her space, and make her trust you.'
Scene's words echoed in her head. She knew she shouldn't barge into
Sangchan's life again, but her Alpha instincts were screaming that her
Omega was in danger.
Primma tried calling Sangchan back, but all she got was a signal indicating
the phone had been turned off. Her anxiety multiplied a hundredfold.
"Sangchan... she called me and hung up. Now her phone is off," Primma
explained quickly. "I have a bad feeling, Scene. Can you go check on her
for me?"
She knew it was an action that contradicted her own possessive feelings, but
right now, Sangchan's safety was the most important thing. And Scene was
the only one who could get close to Sangchan without frightening her.
"Alright. I'll try to find her at her house. I'll call you back as soon as I know
anything."
The roots of deceit that Sangchan's family had planted had now borne the
fruit of pain, a pain that was about to destroy the soul of a fragile young
woman.
And Primma knew that if she truly wanted to protect Sangchan, she might
have to destroy those roots completely... even if it meant declaring war on
two powerful families.
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sunyan
The sound of her parents' voices had long since faded, yet the agony of their
betrayal still clung to her mind like poison ivy.
Knock... knock....
The soft rap at the door made her flinch, but she remained still, offering no
response.
"Chan? It's Kwan. Can you open the door for me?"
The voice of her closest friend made Sangchan hesitate for only a moment
before she slowly forced her listless body to rise and open the door.
The sight that greeted Kwan was of her dearest friend in a state of utter
ruin. Her eyes were swollen and bruised from a deluge of tears, her hair a
tangled mess, her face ashen and bloodless as parchment.
Kwan cried, rushing forward to pull her friend's body into a tight, frantic
embrace.
Nestled in that familiar hold, the wall of strength Sangchan had tried to
build crumbled once more.
She let out a gut-wrenching sob, pouring out the entire story to her friend-
the family's impending bankruptcy, her use as a bargaining chip, and the
most stunning revelation of all... that her mother was an Omega, and her
entire life had been a lie.
Kwan could only stroke her back, soothing her with a heart full of both pity
and a vicarious, burning rage.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Kwan. I don't want to marry that man. I
don't want to live in this house another second,"
"Run away with me," Kwan offered. "Stay at my place for a while. Once
you've collected yourself, we can figure it out."
The despair in her eyes was so stark it pained Kwan to see. And in that
moment, Kwan suddenly thought of someone... the friendly Alpha named
Scene, the one who seemed to have taken a special interest in her friend.
"Then... there's one other person who might be able to help you,"
But before she could do anything, Sangchan's phone, abandoned on the bed,
began to ring. It was Kwan's own number calling her friend's phone.
Kwan walked over and picked up the phone, but the number on the screen
wasn't hers. It was an unfamiliar number she'd never seen before. When she
answered, a familiar husky voice sounded from the other end.
The line was silent for a beat. "Uh... I got it from Ploy. I heard some bad
news about your family, Sangchan, so I wanted to call and see if you were
alright."
Though the reason sounded flimsy, in this situation, Kwan had no other
choice.
"Chan... Chan isn't feeling well," she said, glancing at her friend, who was
still sitting numbly on the bed. "Something terrible happened at her house."
Less than fifteen minutes later, a car pulled up in front of Sangchan's house.
But the person who stepped out was not Scene alone.
The tall, elegant figure in a dark business suit who emerged from the
driver's side made Sangchan's heart, watching from her bedroom window,
plummet.
...Primma...
Primma paid no mind to the alarmed stares of Sangchan's parents, who had
come out to see what was happening. She strode straight into the house with
the air of a noble queen, her sharp eyes sweeping the area before stopping at
the staircase that led to the upper floor.
"Where is Sangchan?"
She asked, her voice level, yet laced with an authority that compelled
obedience.
Sangchan's mother was about to answer, but Sangchan herself was already
descending the stairs. She stood before Primma, her eyes empty and
bruised.
"Who do you think you are! You have no right to take my daughter
anywhere! She is an Omega who is about to be engaged!"
Primma turned to meet the middle-aged man's gaze with eyes as cold as
glacial ice.
"The Omega you sold to prop up your rotten business, you mean?"
The words, a dagger to the heart, made Sangchan's father turn pale.
"There is nothing I wish to know that I cannot find out," Primma sneered.
"And I also know that your deal with the Akkaradecho family will never
happen. Because soon, your company will receive aid from the Jirachot
Group."
The offer made the couple gasp. The Jirachot Group... the largest business
empire in the country, would step in to help them?
"But there is one condition..." Primma continued, her gaze returning to fix
on Sangchan. "...you will give Sangchan to me."
"Let's go,"
Primma didn't wait for an answer from anyone else. She walked straight to
Sangchan and took her hand. The warmth from the Alpha's palm sent a
strange sense of security through her heart.
Sangchan allowed Primma to lead her out of the house that had become her
prison, leaving behind the calls of her parents and the bewildered stares of
Scene and Kwan.
Primma brought Sangchan back to the tranquil greenhouse mansion. She let
Sangchan wash up and change into clothes she had prepared-one of her own
large dress shirts.
Sangchan took it and drank in silence. She didn't know what to say, how to
act. Everything had happened too fast.
Seeing that Sangchan was still confused and wary, Primma sank to her
knees before her, taking her cold hands and holding them tightly.
"I know you have a thousand questions," Primma said, her voice softer than
it had ever been. "But for now, don't think about anything. Just know that
you are safe now. Here... no one can hurt you again."
That firm voice and those eyes, brimming with sincere concern, made the
walls around Sangchan's heart crumble once more. The tears she thought
had run dry began to stream down again. But this time, they were not tears
of despair, but of relief.
She threw herself into Primma's arms, burying her face in the Alpha's broad
shoulder and weeping without shame.
Primma held the trembling body close, stroking her delicate back gently to
soothe her. The scent of agarwood, once so intense, was now soft and
warm. It slowly seeped into Sangchan's body, chasing away the pain and
fear until it was all gone.
A long time passed until Sangchan's sobs quieted, leaving only her
exhausted body resting in Primma's embrace. The physical closeness and
the rapidly forming emotional bond ignited the desire that both had tried to
suppress, fanning it into a roaring flame.
Their pheromones began to mingle in the air. The agarwood of the Alpha
and the night-blooming jasmine of the Omega... it was a perfect,
intoxicating blend.
Primma slowly pulled away, lifting Sangchan's chin to meet her gaze. Those
onyx eyes were now moist and red from crying, but at the same time, they
held a glint of some hidden need.
"Sangchan..."
Sangchan didn't answer with words. She simply moved her face closer, and
was the one to press her own lips against Primma's.
It was a fragile, trembling kiss, but to Primma, it was the clearest signal...
the signal she had been waiting for all along.
Primma instantly took control, responding to the kiss with a deep, fiery
passion. She pressed her lips down hungrily, her hot tongue slipping past
the seam to explore the sweet cavern within, chasing and teasing the small
tongue that tried to flee. The exquisite taste of Sangchan nearly made her
lose her senses.
Primma's hands began to roam. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt Sangchan
was wearing, one button at a time, revealing the smooth, pearlescent skin
hidden beneath.
She pulled her lips away and trailed her nose down the fragrant column of
her neck, inhaling the Omega's unique scent deep into her lungs.
Sangchan moaned sweetly, her body melting in the Alpha's arms. Her
consciousness faded, leaving only raw instinct, crying out to be filled.
Primma lifted Sangchan's body into her arms as easily as if she were made
of fluff and carried her to the large bed in the center of the bedroom, its
walls of clear glass offering a perfect view of the beautiful garden and the
star-dusted night sky:
She laid Sangchan's body down gently and stripped the oversized shirt from
her completely. revealing the exquisite form hidden beneath. Rose-tinted
nipples pebbled into defiant peaks.
A slender waist flared into curved hips, and the secret depths below, though
veiled by a light down, were visibly slick with moisture, ready for a visitor.
Primma leaned down to kiss away the last tear from Sangchan's cheek
before trailing her lips down to a sweet, rosy peak. She used the tip of her
hot tongue to flick and suckle it with expert skill, until Sangchan had to
arch her back to meet the touch, a thrill shooting through her.
Her moans were the finest fuel. Primma moved her lips to the other peak,
doing the same, while her hand slid down to caress the flat stomach, then
lower... lower... until her long, slender fingers brushed against the slick, wet
petals of a rose.
Sangchan jolted as the most sensitive spot was touched. She tried to clamp
her legs together in embarrassment, but Primma gently parted them.
Primma whispered in her ear, before lowering her face between Sangchan's
legs.
The sight made Sangchan's breath catch. The noble Alpha was going to
pleasure her with her own lips?
Primma's hot, wet tongue touched the small bud hidden in the center of the
cleft. Sangchan shuddered from head to toe. A pleasure so sharp it was
almost pain shot through her entire body.
Primma began to play a love song with her tongue, expertly flicking,
pressing, and sucking until all Sangchan could do was writhe on the bed,
whimpering incoherently.
Her love slick flowed endlessly. Primma lapped up the sweetness without a
hint of distaste before sliding a long, slender finger into the slick channel
that was now clenching around it violently.
"Ah!"
Sangchan cried out as a foreign object entered her body for the first time.
The feeling of both pain and pleasure nearly drove her mad. Primma began
to move her finger in and out in a steady rhythm, from slow and deliberate
to faster and harder as her own passion soared.
Sangchan's body began to spasm violently, the pleasure that had been
building for so long about to explode.
Her body gave one last convulsive shudder before going limp. A copious
amount of love slick gushed out, soaking the bedsheets. Sangchan lay
panting, exhausted, her mind a blissful white void.
Primma withdrew her finger and moved up to lie over her, kissing the sweat
from her hairline lovingly.
"Good girl."
As Sangchan regained her senses, she felt something hard and hot pressing
against her thigh. Looking down, she saw the Alpha's 'core,' fully erect. It
was large and formidable, but she felt no fear. Only excitement and
curiosity.
The Omega's instinct to serve her Alpha made her slowly reach out a
trembling hand to touch it.
"Sangchan..."
Sangchan artlessly caressed the hot shaft with her palm, before slowly
lowering her head to take it into her mouth.
Primma let out a guttural growl as she was unexpectedly serviced by those
warm, soft lips.
She tangled her fingers in Sangchan's soft hair, letting the Omega learn and
pleasure her completely.
Primma flipped Sangchan onto her back again, positioning her with her
knees bent, and aimed her own core at the entrance to her love channel,
which was still wet and swollen from her recent pleasure.
Sangchan nodded in reply, her eyes slick and filled with willing consent
Primma pushed her core into the tight channel slowly. The tightness and
heat from within made her clench her teeth to hold back her own climax.
Sangchan cried out with a slight pain as her body was filled to the hill.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the bedroom,
mingling with the moans of them both. Sangchan wrapped her legs tightly
around Primma's waist, taking the thrusts that grew heavier and harder.
Her plea made Primma unleash her raw instincts completely. She quickened
her hips until they were moving with the speed and force of a storm, their
bodies rocking with the passion that was nearing its peak.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
They both cried out at the same time as a wave of pleasure crashed over
them. Primma emptied herself deep inside Sangchan, while Sangchan's
body convulsed in another powerful orgasm.
Everything stopped. There was only the sound of two people panting in
unison. Primma withdrew and collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling
Sangchan's limp body into her arms.
The night of liberation was over. It had liberated Sangchan from her pain
and suffering, and at the same time, it had forged a bond between an Alpha
and an Omega... a bond so strong and deep that no one could ever break it.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The first light of dawn streamed through the glass walls of the bedroom,
rousing Sangchan from a long, deep slumber. She slowly opened her eyes.
The first sensation she felt was not the piercing pain from the drama at
home, but the warmth enveloping her body and the familiar, powerful scent
of agarwood.
She was in Primma's arms, her face nestled against the Alpha's firm chest. A
strong arm was draped possessively over her waist, while the other woman's
steady breath feathered softly against her hair.
The memory of the previous night's heated events flooded her mind like a
broken dam. The press of lips, the questing of a hot tongue, the invasion of
slender fingers, and the searing core that had completed her... a blush crept
up Sangchan's face.
She had never dreamed she would dare to do something so shameless, yet at
the same time, she couldn't deny that it was the night she had felt most
alive.
Her body ached in every muscle, especially her lower half, which still
throbbed with a dull pain and a hollow feeling in her womb. But it was a
satisfying ache. It was evidence of their union, the brand that Primma had
left on her body and soul.
In this moment, Primma looked relaxed, younger. Long, thick lashes rested
on smooth cheeks. Her strong brows were eased from their usual sternness.
The full lips that had devoured her so hungrily were now slightly parted,
looking almost endearing.
Was this truly the same person as the powerful Alpha who made the entire
country bow to her?
What was her status now? Was she Primma's Omega? And the freedom she
had yearned for her whole life... had she just escaped her parents' cage only
to enter Primma's? Was this what she truly wanted?
"You're awake."
The low, soft voice, husky from sleep, made Sangchan jump and quickly
retract her hand. Primma opened her eyes. Those sharp, slender eyes gazed
at her with a depth that seemed to read every ounce of confusion and fear in
her own.
"Good morning,"
Primma greeted, a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. She tightened her
embrace, pulling Sangchan closer to kiss her gently on the forehead.
"Y-yes, I did,"
Primma asked, her eyes roaming over Sangchan's naked body, hidden
beneath the thick blanket.
The direct question made Sangchan's cheeks burn even hotter. She shook
her head, not daring to meet the other's gaze.
Her use of the word 'willing' made Primma's smile widen. She rolled over to
hover above Sangchan, bracketing her with her arms, trapping the Omega
completely beneath her.
"I'm glad to hear that," Primma whispered, her voice husky, leaning down
until the tips of their noses touched. "Because from now on, you'll have to
be 'willing' for many more things with me."
The Alpha's aroused morning pheromones were so strong and seductive that
Sangchan's mind began to grow hazy again. Her body responded faithfully
to Primma's desire; heat began to build within her with startling ease.
"But for now..." Primma pulled away regretfully. "...we should shower and
get something to eat. I don't want my Omega to be hungry."
The words 'my Omega' were emphasized again. They made her feel both
safe and terrified at the same time.
Every touch from Primma was filled with a tenderness and possessiveness
that made Sangchan feel as if she were melting in the Alpha's hands.
After dressing in new clothes Primma had prepared-a simple but exquisitely
expensive cotton dress-they went down to have breakfast at the same table
in the greenhouse.
The morning atmosphere was completely different from the evening. It was
fresh and full of life. Sangchan felt as if she had been reborn.
She was no longer the same 'Sangchan Saeng-arun'. The past night had
changed her, body and soul.
"About your family, I've taken care of it," Primma said, breaking the
silence. "The Jirachot Group has bailed out your father's business, and the
engagement between you and Akara has been officially cancelled."
"I told you, didn't I? No one will ever hurt you again," Primma replied
simply, as if it were a trivial matter. "From now on, you'll move in here with
me."
"School is not a problem. I'll have a driver take you and pick you up every
day," Primma cut her off. "As for your friends, you can always bring them
here, or go out to meet them. But one of my people will have to accompany
you."
This... this was no different from moving from one cage to another, was it?
Primma put down her cutlery and stared deep into Sangchan's eyes, her own
gaze serious.
"Because the Akkaradecho family will not let this go easily. Akara has lost a
great deal of face, having his Omega fiancée run off with another Alpha. He
might do something stupid for revenge. I cannot risk you being in danger
again."
Primma's reasoning sounded plausible, but Sangchan couldn't help but feel
suffocated.
Sangchan said, her voice firmer than it had ever been. The change in her
was beginning to show.
Primma raised an eyebrow slightly at her altered demeanor, but she wasn't
angry. On the contrary, she seemed pleased. "I know," she replied, "But for
now, can you do this for me? Consider iL... a request."
For an Alpha who never bowed to anyone to use the word 'request' with her,
it made Sangchan's heart soften. She knew Primma was only doing this out
of concern.
Sangchan's new life had begun... a life as an Omega under the protection of
Primma Jirachotchai.
.
.
When she returned to the university the next day, everything seemed
different. The world that had once been her refuge now seemed bland and
boring. The friends she used to talk to about everything now seemed distant.
The person who noticed the change most clearly was Kwan.
"You... what have you been up to?" Kwan dragged her to a secluded corner
after class, her eyes scanning her friend from head to toe. "Your scent has
changed... it's completely saturated with the scent of an incredibly powerful
Alpha!"
"I don't need you to tell me what happened," Kwan said with a sly grin. "It's
written all over your face... this is the look of an Omega who has been
thoroughly claimed."
"Kwan!"
"So how was it? Tell me everything! How... intense was Khun Primma?"
Kwan whispered eagerly.
Sangchan could only shake her head, refusing to divulge the details. But the
physical changes and the shift in her pheromones were too obvious to hide.
She had become more confident, daring to meet people's eyes, daring to
express her opinions. And most importantly, the scent of her night-
blooming jasmine was no longer just sweet and fragile.
It was now laced with the fiery, seductive aroma of agarwood, creating a
unique scent that was intensely attractive to the Alphas around her.
But whenever any Alpha tried to get close or release their pheromones to
test the waters, they would sense the faint trace of Primma's scent
embedded within her, which acted as a powerful shield, automatically
repelling any other intruders.
Yet, while her physical and instinctual relationship with Primma was
developing rapidly, the confusion in her heart remained. She loved
Primma's touch, yearned for her embrace, but she was still afraid of the
Alpha's power and control.
Had she escaped one form of bondage only to find herself in another, one
that was sweeter and more seductive than the last?
And amidst this confusion, another wind was about to blow back into her
life... a wind named 'Scene.'
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A driver would take her to the university, and when she returned in the
evening, a delicious meal and a warm embrace were always waiting for her.
Primma began to 'court' her, formally and seriously, in a way that made
Sangchan's heart tremble constantly.
'Missing you'.
Other days, Primma would appear at the university unexpectedly to take her
to lunch at a luxurious restaurant that had been booked for their private use.
And some nights, she would take Sangchan on the most romantic dates,
whether it was a cruise on the Chao Phraya River at night, stargazing from
the top of the city's tallest building, or even closing down an entire cinema
to watch a romance film Sangchan had once mentioned wanting to see, just
the two of them.
Primma was showing her a gentle, romantic side hidden beneath her cold
exterior. She wasn't using just power or instinct to possess her, she was
using attentiveness and devotion to win Sangchan's heart.
Sangchan said one evening, as they were having a candlelit dinner in the
mansion's beautiful garden.
"And why not?" Primma asked, pouring her some wine. "I am, after all,
courting the Omega I love."
The word 'love,' falling so naturally from Primma's lips, made Sangchan's
cheeks flush. Even though they shared a deep physical relationship, hearing
a direct confession of love still made her feel shy and flustered.
"But I..." Sangchan hesitated. "...I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend yet."
"I know... and I will wait. Until you are ready to say those words yourself."
Primma's patience and respect made Sangchan feel both grateful and
confused. She knew her heart was leaning more and more towards this
Alpha, but a deep-seated fear still held her back.
How could she be sure this was true love, and not just the instinctual pull
between an Alpha and an Omega?
And as she was lost in this sea of doubt, the one who would stir the waters
and complicate this equation even further appeared once more.
Scene met Sangchan at the same café where they had first met. He used the
excuse of visiting Ploy again, but this time, the atmosphere between them
was different.
Scene no longer had his usual playful, roguish air. His eyes were serious,
and a certain worry was evident in them.
"I heard that you.... you've moved in with Primma?" Scene opened.
"Yes."
"Good... in Primma's way, you mean?" Scene said with a knowing tone.
"The kind of good where she controls every aspect of your life, arranges
everything for you, without ever once asking what you truly want?"
Scene's words hit a nerve. It was exactly what she had been thinking deep
down, but hadn't dared to admit.
"Khun Primma does it because she's worried about me," Sangchan tried to
argue.
Scene's question was like a stone thrown into the still pond of her heart,
sending ripples of confusion spreading out in all directions.
"I know Primma is a good person. In fact, she's my best friend," Scene
continued, his voice softening. "But she has a dark, frightening side, too.
Especially when it comes to the person she loves. She becomes possessive
and is ready to do anything to keep that person locked in her space forever."
"I don't want to ruin your relationship, but I just want to warn you... as a
friend. I don't want to see you get hurt later."
Sangchan asked directly. She was beginning to feel that Scene's actions
were driven by more than just friendly coricern.
Scene was silent for a moment, his eyes showing a mix of confusion and
pain. "I..." he hesitated. "...I just... don't want to see you get hurt."
The conversation that day ended with a sense of unease for both of them.
Scene's words echoed in Sangchan's head, amplifying the fear she already
had.
That night, the physical intimacy between her and Primma was as
passionate as ever, but this time, Sangchan felt something different.
As Primma was pleasuring her with her hot core, Sangchan found herself
thinking of Scene's words. She began to notice the violence hidden in every
thrust, the possessiveness in her eyes, and the growls that sounded like a
wild animal marking its territory.
A sudden fear gripped her heart, making her body tense up automatically.
"No... I just..."
Primma asked, her voice turning ice-cold. Her instincts were always sharp.
Primma pulled away from her body, annoyed. Her pheromones began to
radiate with anger and jealousy.
The sight of Primma now was terrifying. It was the dark side Scene had
warned her about. Sangchan could only lower her head, not daring to meet
her eyes.
Seeing how frightened Sangchan was of her, Primma tried to rein in her
emotions. She let out a long sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry..." she said, her voice softening. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Please... just tell me what Scene said to you. It's driving me crazy to see
you like this."
The pain in Primma's voice made Sangchan's heart soften. In the end, she
told her everything they had talked about.
When she finished, Primma sat in silence for a long time. She wasn't angry
at Scene, but at herself for making Sangchan feel so insecure and afraid.
"Scene was right about everything," Primma admitted with difficulty. "I am
controlling and possessive... I'm afraid... afraid of losing you."
"But I promise... I will try to change for you. I will give you more space, try
to trust you more... Please... don't leave me, Sangchan."
The pleading tone and the eyes filled with the fear of loss made the walls
around Sangchan's heart crumble completely. She finally understood that
beneath the tough and intimidating exterior, Primma had a fragility and
weakness not unlike her own.
.
.
That night, they didn't continue their physical intimacy, but simply lay
holding each other, exchanging warmth and their true feelings.
The conflict stirred by Scene's words hadn't shaken their relationship, but
had instead made it stronger and deeper.
But Scene wasn't giving up so easily. His feelings for Sangchan were too
strong to be dismissed, and he was ready to do anything... to win that
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She gave Sangchan more space, allowed her to go out alone with Kwan,
and tried not to show her jealousy so obviously when other Alphas came
near.
However, this effort was a private torture for Primma herself. Every time
Sangchan was out of her sight, anxiety and suspicion gnawed at her heart
like a swarm of ants.
She was afraid Sangchan would meet with Scene, afraid her Omega would
be swept away by a gentler wind.
This fear of loss was rooted in a painful past... a past she had never told
anyone about, not even Scene.
On Sangchan's side, she felt Primma's effort and was deeply grateful. It
made her feel that she wasn't just a doll to be possessed, but a lover who
was respected. The love she had for Primma thus grew slowly, but steadily.
She began to open up to Primma more, telling her stories of her life, her
dreams, her fears, and her hopes. And Primma was always a good listener,
encouraging and supporting Sangchan's every step.
But even so, Sangchan still felt a certain wall between them. Primma never
spoke of her personal life, especially her past before meeting her. Sangchan
knew that Primma's closest friend was Scene, but their relationship seemed
to hold some hidden complexity.
Primma's secret was revealed the day Sangchan accidentally entered her
private office in the greenhouse mansion for the first time.
Normally, Primma forbade anyone from entering that room. But on that day,
she had rushed out to an urgent meeting and forgotten to lock the door.
Sangchan, who was about to bring her coffee, saw the door ajar and took
the liberty of entering, hoping to surprise her lover.
Primma's office was decorated with a simple yet luxurious taste befitting
her status. There was only a large desk, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, and a
small sofa set. But what caught Sangchan's eye was a photograph on the
desk, set in a fine silver frame.
In the photo was a slightly younger Primma, her arm wrapped intimately
around a beautiful female Omega. The Omega had bright blonde hair, clear
blue eyes, and a smile as cheerful as the morning sun.
The two looked so happy and in love... so much so that Sangchan's heart
gave a painful, unfamiliar lurch.
Just then, Primma walked back into the room. She must have forgotten
some documents.
When she saw Sangchan holding the photo, her face instantly went pale.
Primma's voice was icy and hard in a way Sangchan had never heard
before.
Primma strode over, snatched the frame from the desk, and quickly locked
it away in a drawer. Her movements were filled with a pained, suppressed
fury.
"Khun Primma..."
Primma snapped, and Sangchan's eyes filled with tears of shock and hurt.
She had never seen Primma in this state before. It was more frightening
than when she was jealous.
Sangchan fled the room in tears. She didn't understand why Primma was so
angry. Who was the woman in the photo? Why did she have such a
powerful influence on Primma's heart?
She ran to cry in the orchid garden, the site of their first date. Kwan, who
happened to be visiting, saw her friend in that state and rushed to comfort
her.
After hearing the whole story, Kwan could only let out a long sigh.
"Who, Kwan?"
"I heard some entertainment reporters gossiping about it a few years ago,"
Kwan recounted.
"They said Khun Primma used to have a lover, a half-Omega model who
was a rising star at the time, named 'Irene.' They were so in love, there were
even rumors they were going to get married."
"Some said she ran off to marry a foreign Alpha billionaire, others said she
died in an accident. But no one knows the truth. There were only rumors
that after that, Khun Primma became cold and never opened her heart to
another Omega again... until she met you."
The story plunged Sangchan's heart deeper into darkness. Was she just a
substitute for that Omega? Was the love Primma had for her... just a shadow
of a past love?
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That evening, the atmosphere in the mansion was silent and cold. Primma
locked herself in her office, refusing to see anyone, while Sangchan sat
numbly in her bedroom.
Late that night, Sangchan decided she couldn't let it go on like this. She
gathered all her courage and went to knock on the door of Primma's office.
No answer.
So she decided to open the door herself. The sight inside made her heart
stop. Primma was sitting on the floor of the dark room, her back against the
sofa. Empty wine bottles were scattered around her. The smell of alcohol
and pheromones laced with sorrow filled the room.
Primma looked up at her, her eyes red and moist, not with desire, but with
the effects of alcohol and the pain pent up inside.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice slurred. "Come to pity me?"
"No," Sangchan said, walking closer and sinking to the floor in front of
Primma without hesitation. "I came... because I was worried about you."
The words 'the person I love', coming from Sangchan's mouth, made
Primma freeze. She stared into those determined, onyx eyes, full of
concern, and finally, the wall of ice she had built for years began to melt.
"Her name was Irene..." Primma began, her voice trembling. "She was the
first... and only Omega I had ever loved with all my heart."
Primma recounted how she had met Irene at a fashion show and fallen for
her bright, cheerful nature at first sight. She did everything to win Irene's
heart, and eventually, they became a couple. Their love at that time was as
sweet and beautiful as a fairytale.
"I caught her sleeping with an Alpha who was her sponsor," Primma
continued, her voice laced with pain. "The day I found them in bed
together... my whole world collapsed."
"I wasn't angry that she had someone else, but I was hurt that she had lied to
me all along." Tears streamed down Primma's face, unchecked. "She didn't
love me... she only loved my money and my power."
After that day, Irene disappeared from her life, along with a huge sum of
money she had tricked Primma out of, leaving only a deep, unhealable
wound in her heart.
"I'm sorry... for letting you see me like this," Primma said, wiping her tears
away carelessly. "I'm afraid... afraid that you'll be like Irene... afraid that
one day... you'll leave me too."
She moved closer, wrapping her arms around Primma tightly, resting her
face on the other's shoulder. "I am not Irene," she whispered with firm
conviction. "And I will never leave you."
She looked deep into those red-rimmed eyes and said what her heart had
been screaming for weeks.
The confession of love, coming from the heart at a moment when the other
was at her most vulnerable, meant more than any words in the world.
Primma stared at Sangchan's face for a long time, as if searching for
sincerity.
And when she saw only pure love and concern, she leaned down and kissed
Sangchan, deeply and profoundly.
It was not a kiss of fiery passion, but a kiss full of gratitude, relief, and true
love.
The shadow in the mirror that had haunted Primma for years was now
banished by the light of Sangchan's love. And at last... the strong Alpha had
found a true refuge for her heart.
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The wall of ice that had stood between them had melted, leaving only the
pure understanding and love they gave to each other. Sangchan was no
longer just an Omega under protection; she was the owner of a heart... the
single ray of light that shone into Primma's dark world.
Primma changed noticeably. She learned to trust, to let go of her past fears,
and to give Sangchan more freedom. No more tracking, no more
suffocating control.
There was only a gaze full of love and concern, watching from a distance.
Her love was no longer expressed through domination, but through
supporting all of Sangchan's dreams.
She transformed a room in the greenhouse mansion into a perfect art studio
for Sangchan.
The room was filled with every kind of fine art supply an artist could
imagine. A large glass wall let in natural light and offered a view of the
Here... Sangchan unleashed her imagination onto the canvas as she never
had before. She painted illustrations for her dream children's book.
Each picture was full of vibrant colors and gentle stories, reflecting the
happiness and peace of mind she was experiencing for the first time.
"It's beautiful,"
Primma praised, standing behind Sangchan, wrapping her in her arms as she
looked at her latest painting: a small white rabbit sleeping safely in a
burrow beneath a large, strong tree.
"Yes... because he has a strong tree to protect him from the storm."
They met each other's gaze in the reflection in the glass. Love and
understanding were clear in their eyes. No more words were needed.
However... while peace was blossoming, a vicious storm from the past was
gathering again in a dark corner they had not anticipated.
Especially for 'Akara, the young Alpha who had never been rejected. This
humiliation had turned into a vengeful fury ready to burn everything down.
One day, as Sangchan was walking back from the university with Kwan,
Akara appeared, blocking their path. He wasn't alone; a few thuggish-
looking Alpha friends stood behind him.
Akara said with a sneer, his eyes raking over Sangchan's body disgustingly.
The scent of his pheromones, laced with expensive whiskey and rage, was
released with the clear intent to dominate.
But Akara paid no attention to a small Omega like Kwan. His eyes were
still fixed on Sangchan, who stood motionless, her face surprisingly calm.
In the past... just the scent of such threatening pheromones would have had
her trembling with fear. But now, her body, bonded with a stronger Alpha
like Primma, had built a shield. Akara's scent didn't frighten her in the least.
On the contrary... it just annoyed her.
Sangchan asked, her voice cold and firm in a way it had never been before.
"I want you to go back to where you belong!" he roared. "Go back to being
an Omega waiting to serve me! Not whoring around with that female Alpha
bitch!"
The vulgar words, aimed at her lover, made Sangchan's patience snap.
"Shut your filthy mouth," she said through gritted teeth. "You have no right
to talk about Khun Primma like that. And I will never go back to a lowlife
like you."
Akara raised his hand to slap Sangchan, his fury at its peak.
Scene's husky voice rang out as his tall, slender form shot forward,
grabbing Akara's arm just in time. Scene had appeared like a knight in
shining armor, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Scene!" Akara growled, annoyed at seeing his unexpected rival. "What are
you doing sticking your nose in this! This is between me and my Omega!"
"She's not your Omega anymore," Scene said, squeezing Akara's arm tighter
until he winced In pain. "And if you even think about touching a hair on her
head... you'll have me to deal with."
The pheromones of the two Alphas clashed violently, distorting the air
around them. Akara's friends saw the situation was not in their favor and
moved to help, but Kwan showed incredible bravery, putting up a guard to
protect Sangchan, refusing to back down.
The confrontation ended with Akara's side realizing they were outmatched
and retreating. But before he left, he shot them a look full of vengeful
hatred.
"You'll pay for this... You'll all regret doing this to me."
After Akara's group had left, Scene turned to Sangchan with concern.
"It was nothing." Scene said with a strained smile. "But it looks like this
isn't over yet."
"Take care of yourself... If anything happens... you can always call me."
Scene's words confused Sangchan again. She knew he was a good friend,
but the way he looked at her... there was something more.
The incident that day was not reported to Primma, because Sangchan had
asked Scene and Kwan not to.
She didn't want Primma to worry and revert to her suffocating, controlling
mode. She believed she could handle it herself.
The Akkaradecho family didn't just target her; they went after her family as
well. They used their dark influence in society to spread damaging rumors
about the Saeng-arun family, causing them to be ostracized from high
society.
No one would associate with them. Her father, once a respected civil
servant, was now shunned by his colleagues and superiors.
The pressure mounted on Sangchan's father. Even though his business had
been saved from crisis by the Jirachot Group, the honor and social standing
he had built his entire life were crumbling before his eyes.
One evening, when Sangchan stopped by to visit her home, she was
confronted by her father, who was drunk and full of rage.
"Look at what you've done!" he yelled, pointing a finger at her. "It's all
because of you! Because of your selfishness! Now our family has nothing
left! No one wants to associate with us! I've become a joke at work!"
"If it's not your fault, then whose fault is it!" her father roared. "If you had
just agreed to marry Khun Akara from the beginning, none of this would
have happened! We would have been allied with a great family! I would
have been promoted! But you... you ruined everything!"
Her mother tried to intervene but was pushed away, falling to the ground.
"You stay out of it! It's because you spoiled her that she turned out like
this!"
"I don't care who you've been sleeping with! I'm going to talk to General
Akkaradecho again! I'm going to get on my knees and beg him to take you
back as his daughter-in-law!"
"Dad! Are you insane?!" Sangchan was horrified. "I will never marry that
man!"
"You will!" Her father grabbed her arm violently. "You're coming with me
right now! To apologize to Khun Akara! To do whatever it takes for him to
forgive you!"
Just as she was about to be dragged out of the house, her mother gathered
all her courage, grabbed a large vase nearby, and smashed it over her
CRASH!
Sangchan and her mother stood frozen, stunned by what had just happened.
They looked at each other in shock, before her mother collapsed, sobbing
hysterically.
The storm had hit her home with its full force... and it had left behind only
the wreckage of a family that could never be the same again.
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When Primma learned of the situation, she swiftly arranged for temporary
accommodations-a luxurious condominium in the city center, both secure
and private.
Sangchan had to constantly soothe and encourage her, and in this crucible
of hardship, the bond between mother and daughter was re-forged, stronger
and more resilient than ever before.
But while she was consumed by her family's problems, Sangchan was
unaware that another Alpha was worried about her to the point of
distraction.
Scene.
From the day he had saved her from Akara's clutches, his feelings for
Sangchan had grown clearer and more intense with every passing thought.
He tried to restrain himself, to keep the distance Primma demanded, but the
image of Sangchan's brave defiance and her haunted, confused eyes was
seared into his mind, refusing to fade.
He was worried about her... so worried he could neither eat nor sleep. He
yearned to protect and care for her, to be the one beside her in her moments
of weakness, but he was acutely aware that he had no such right.
The conflict in his heart transformed Scene, making him quiet and irritable,
a change so pronounced that even Primma noticed.
Primma asked one day when they met at their private bar.
"It's about Sangchan, isn't it?" Primma asked, her insight unerring.
The question made Scene freeze. He slammed the glass down on the table.
"Because every time you're troubled, it's always about a woman," Primma
said, her gaze boring into her best friend's eyes. "And the only woman in
our orbit right now is Sangchan."
"You're my only best friend," Primma replied. "Tell me, Scene. How do you
really feel about Sangchan?"
Scene was silent for a long time. He stared into the amber liquid in his glass
as if searching for an answer there, before finally deciding to voice the
feelings he had long suppressed.
"I... I don't know, Primma," he began, his voice thick with confusion. "At
first, I was just curious. Who was this Omega who could drive my ice-cold
friend so wild? I just wanted to know, to see."
"But when I met her... when we talked... when I saw the strength hidden
beneath that fragility, I... I don't know when I lost my heart."
Her best friend's confession sent a jolt through Primma's heart. A current of
jealousy shot through her, but she forced it down.
"I don't know," Scene shook his head, helpless. "I know she's yours. I see
how much you love her, and she seems to love you just as much. I don't
want to be a snake in the grass, but I can't stop how I feel."
The pain in Scene's eyes was real, Primma let out a long sigh. She knew
love could not be forbidden.
"I know," Scene nodded. "I'm not asking. I just needed to tell you."
She knew Scene was a good person and would never betray her, but having
another Alpha in love with her Omega inevitably made her feel insecure.
.
.
Meanwhile, Scene had made a decision. He could not let himself drown in
this feeling any longer. He had to do something... he had to tell Sangchan
how he felt. At the very least, it would give her a choice.
He spent several days trying to find Sangchan, finally hearing from Ploy
that she was facing severe family problems and had moved into a new
condo with her mother.
Scene felt as if he had been slapped. He was furious with himself for being
so consumed by his own feelings that he hadn't been aware of the suffering
When Sangchan saw Scene standing at her door, she was utterly surprised.
"Ploy told me you were here," Scene replied. "I heard about what happened
at your house, so I rushed over to see how you were."
Sangchan invited Scene into the living room. Her mother was already
asleep, under the effects of a sleeping pill, so the room was silent, bathed
only in the soft glow of a floor lamp.
"Thank you for your concern," Sangchan said. "Everything... will probably
get better slowly."
"Are you sure?" Scene asked, his gaze fixed on her bruised, swollen eyes.
"You don't look okay at all, Sangchan."
Scene's unadorned gentleness and concern made the walls Sangchan had
tried to build crumble once more. She told him everything that had
happened, her voice trembling.
Scene could only listen in silence, his fists clenched in a rage he felt on her
behalf. He wanted to drag her father and Akara out and punish them for
what they'd done, but all he could do was offer her a handkerchief to dry
her tears.
Scene moved closer to Sangchan, gently lifting her chin to meet her eyes. In
this moment, she looked so fragile, so precious.
"It's not too much to ask," Scene said, his voice soft and firm. "You deserve
it... Sangchan."
He looked deep into her tear-filled eyes and confessed the feelings he had
hidden in his heart.
"I know this might not be the right time, and I know you have Primma," he
began with difficulty. "But I... I can't keep it inside any longer."
"I've loved you since the first time we met," Scene continued. "I love your
gentleness, I love your strength, and I love your rare smile... I love
everything about you."
"I know I might not have as much power or money as Primma. I might not
be able to protect you in that fierce way of hers," he said, raising a hand to
gently brush a tear from her cheek.
"But I promise... if you choose me, I will give you the freedom you yearn
for. I will be by your side as a partner, not as an owner."
"You won't have to be in a cage anymore. You will have the vast sky to fly
in, freely... by my side."
Scene's confession was like a gentle breeze in a life beset by storms. It was
everything she had ever dreamed of... freedom, equality, and a love free
from the conditions of possession.
Sangchan was utterly confused. Her heart cried out for Primma, yet another
part of her soul yearned for the freedom Scene was offering.
Scene didn't press for an answer. He knew he had just dropped a time bomb
into her heart.
He left her with only those words, walking away and leaving Sangchan to
drown in a confession made under the moonlight, and the most difficult
choice of her life.
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One half belonged to Primma, the fiery Alpha who gave her both security
and bondage. The other half was now leaning toward Scene, the gentle
Alpha who offered the freedom and understanding she had craved her entire
life.
She loved Primma... loved her with all her heart. But at the same time, she
was afraid. Afraid that one day, she would lose herself in the flames of that
Alpha's desire.
"What's wrong with you now?" Kwan asked, concerned. "What on earth did
Khun Scene say to you last night?"
Sangchan told her best friend everything about Scene's declaration of love.
Kwan could only gape.
"My God! This is a classic love triangle! So... how do you feel?"
"I don't know," Sangchan shook her head, helpless. "I'm so confused, Kwan.
I love Khun Primma, but Khun Scene's offer is..."
"You have to choose, Chan," Kwan squeezed her friend's hand gently.
"Choose what your heart truly wants, not what others expect."
But how was she to know what her heart truly wanted?
While Sangchan was drowning in her sea of confusion, the final, most
terrible storm was about to break upon her life without warning.
Akara... after being rejected and humiliated time and again, his patience had
finally snapped. He decided to use the most drastic measures. He would not
lose the Omega he had set his sights on to anyone.
That evening, as Sangchan was walking to the car Primma's man had
waiting for her, Akara and a large group of his thugs appeared, blocking her
path.
This time, his eyes held no trace of mockery. There was only a deranged
madness and a threatening, murderous intent.
Sangchan. His men swarmed Primma's driver, dealing with him quickly,
while Akara lunged for
Sangchan screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to flee, but Akara grabbed
her arm.
"Come here!" He yanked her violently, intending to drag her to his own car,
which was lying in wait. "I'll make you mine, body and soul! I'll mark you
so no other Alpha will ever dare touch you again!"
Fear seized Sangchan's heart. She struggled with all her might, kicking and
beating at him, but it was useless.
In the moment she was about to lose hope and be dragged into the car....
CRASH!
Primma's sleek black sports car slammed into the rear of Akara's car with
such force that the back end crumpled like paper!
Primma opened the door and stepped out, her face so impassive it was
terrifying. But the pheromones radiating from her body were so intense and
oppressive they seemed to freeze the very air. It was the scent of an Alpha
at the peak of her fury!
"Let... my... Omega... go," she bit out each word, clear and glacial.
Akara, seeing the situation was turning against him, quickly shoved
Sangchan into his car and ordered his men to drive off. But Primma was
faster! She shot toward Akara's car, ripped open the back door, and pulled
Sangchan's body out just in time.
The battle between the Alphas of two powerful families erupted with brutal
intensity. But it wasn't long before Scene, who had followed out of concern,
arrived and immediately joined the fray to help Primma.
Against two high-ranking Alphas, Akara and his thugs were easily
dispatched. They lay groaning on the ground, a pathetic sight.
After the situation was resolved, the atmosphere grew even more tense.
Primma paid no attention to the unconscious Akara. Her eyes were fixed on
Sangchan, who was trembling in Scene's arms
That image... it was the most painful, piercing sight. The scent of Scene's
pheromones clinging to Sangchan's body was like oil poured on the fire of
her jealousy.
Primma walked toward Sangchan. She said nothing, but simply swept the
trembling Omega into her arms with ease and carried her straight to her car,
leaving Scene to watch them go with eyes full of pain and worry.
.
.
Primma drove back to the greenhouse mansion at high speed. The silence in
the car was terrifying. Sangchan could only sit, huddled and small, not
daring to even breathe too loudly. She knew the greatest emotional storm
was about to break.
When they arrived, Primma lifted her from the car and carried her straight
to their bedroom. She placed Sangchan's body on the bed with such force
that it knocked the wind out of her.
"Shut up." Primma ordered harshly. She stared at Sangchan with eyes that
blazed with rage, jealousy, and a dark desire. "Tonight... you don't say a
word."
Primma ripped Sangchan's clothes off with a merciless violence until they
were tom shreds in her hands, revealing a naked body trembling with fear.
She tossed the scraps aside with disdain and quickly shed her own clothes.
Primma's pheromones were now so heavy and intense that Sangchan could
barely breathe. It was the scent of an Alpha about to 'mark' her Omega
completely.
"You are mine," Primma growled in her throat as she climbed over
Sangchan, trapping her. "Mine... and mine alone."
She didn't begin with a sweet kiss, but with a raw, savage display of
ownership. Her hot lips bit down on the white column of Sangchan's neck,
hard enough to draw the faint taste of blood, leaving a dark red love bite as
the first brand.
Primma ignored her. She trailed her kisses and bites over the full swell of
her breasts, leaving a trail of rose-colored marks on every inch of skin her
lips passed over, like an artist creating a masterpiece on a living canvas.
Then, she moved her face lower... lower... until she stopped between
Sangchan's legs.
Her hot, wet tongue lapped at the swollen cleft, slick with tears of fear, with
a greedy hunger.
She wasn't licking to give pleasure, but to erase the scent of any other Alpha
from Sangchan's body. She licked every nook, every cranny, sucking every
drop of sweetness with a ravenous thirst.
Sangchan moaned, her voice trembling, trying to clamp her legs shut, but
Primma's strong hands held them fast.
Seeing that Sangchan was about to lose consciousness from the terrifying
pleasure, Primma switched to her fingers. Two long, slender fingers
plunged deep into the tight channel, violently, without any foreplay.
"Aaaah!"
Primma began to move her fingers in and out in a rough, savage rhythm.
She stared at Sangchan's face, contorted with both pain and pleasure, with a
look of satisfaction.
"Cry out... cry out my name. Let me hear who you belong to."
She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her own hot core, hard
and throbbing with need. She thrust it into the love channel, still slick from
its recent torment, in a single, brutal motion, all the way to the hilt.
"AAAAAAAGH!"
Sangchan's scream echoed through the room. It was a pain many times
greater than the first.
Primma didn't wait for her to adjust. She began to slam her body into
Sangchan's with a mad frenzy. Every thrust was filled with jealousy, rage,
and the need to possess completely.
Sangchan forced her heavy eyelids open to look at the face of the Alpha
who was giving her both pain and paradise. Tears streamed endlessly down
her face.
That answer was like the final release of Primma's raw instincts. She
quickened her rhythm to its fastest and hardest, their bodies melding into
one with a savage desire.
"Primma!"
"Sangchan!"
Primma didn't pull away immediately. She held the soft body lightly, as if
afraid that if she let go, Sangchan would vanish.
Sangchan lay motionless beneath the embrace. Her body was bruised and
aching all over, but her heart felt... strangely safe.
In this savage night, she had been marked as Primma's, completely, body
and soul. The question of freedom and love had been answered by a desire
so strong it was impossible to resist.
And she knew... from now on, no matter what happened, she could never
escape from this Alpha again.
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sunyan
The dawn of a new day arrived, but for Sangchan, the entire world was
darker and colder than any night. Her body ached in every part, as if it
would shatter.
Her love channel was swollen and bruised, her womb still hollow from
being filled so violently, again and again, throughout the night.
The bites and rose-colored kisses Primma had branded across her body
were a testament that now... she no longer belonged to herself.
She lay motionless on the wide bed, letting tears stream silently down her
cheeks. Primma had left for work at the crack of dawn, leaving behind only
the intense pheromones that saturated the room and a cold command:
Sangchan's feelings were now too complex to describe. A part of her was
terrified... terrified of Primma's violence and raw, savage possession. It was
the nightmare she had feared her entire life.
.
.
But at the same time, in the deepest part of her now-marked Omega heart,
she felt a strange security and completeness.
The scent of Primma, embedded deep in every cell of her body, made her
feel as if she had come home. It was the feeling of truly belonging to
someone.
She hated herself for feeling this way... hated the Omega instincts that were
betraying her desire for freedom.
Sangchan forced her weak body into the bathroom. The reflection in the
mirror made her gasp. The body that had once been smooth and flawless
was now covered in marks of possession, so clear they were shocking.
Especially the bite on her neck... it was a symbol every Omega knew the
meaning of.
Not just physically, but spiritually. She could feel a thin thread connecting
her to Primma. She could sense Primma's simmering emotions even from a
distance... the anger, the possessiveness, and the insecurity that still
lingered.
And in return, Primma would be able to sense her every feeling as well.
The thought made her feel as if she were imprisoned in a cage that could
not be seen. There was no escape, no way to hide any feeling ever again.
The ringing of her phone made her jump. The name on the screen was
'Scene.' Her heart Jurched with guilt. What should she do? Talking to Scene
now would be like pouring oil on a fire.
But before she could decide, the ringing stopped, replaced by a text
message.
'How are you? Primma must have been furious last night. If you need
someone to listen, I'm still here for you."
Scene's message, full of concern, only made Sangchan feel more confused
and pained. She didn't reply, merely setting the phone aside and collapsing
onto the bed, drained of all strength.
She had no idea that this action was the spark that would ignite a new
tragedy.
On Primma's side, though she sat in a tense board meeting, her mind was
not on the business negotiations at all. She could feel Sangchan's confusion
and pain through the bond that connected them. It made her agitated and
irritable to the point of exploding.
She knew she had been too rough with Sangchan last night, but the jealousy
of seeing her in Scene's arms had made her lose control.
And when she secretly used the tracking program she had installed on
Sangchan's phone and saw that Scene had sent a message to her Omega, the
flames of her rage flared anew.
She ended the meeting abruptly and headed straight back to the mansion.
She had to deal with her own feelings and Sangchan's... she had to reassert
to her Omega just who her true owner was.
But when she arrived, what awaited her was an empty bedroom.
Primma's heart plummeted to her feet. The worst fear of her life was
becoming a reality. She screamed Sangchan's name throughout the house,
but there was no reply.
"I... I don't know, Khun Primma," the elderly woman replied, her voice
trembling. "This afternoon, someone delivered a large box. They said Khun
Sangchan had ordered it. I saw Khun Sangchan come down to receive it
herself. After that, I didn't see her again."
Primma immediately checked the security cameras. The footage made her
blood run cold.
How dare they! How dare they kidnap her Omega from her own territory!
The rage that shot to its peak made Primma's pheromones explode with
such violence that the objects in the room trembled. The staff all dropped to
the floor, terrified by the horrifying pressure.
"Akara..."
Primma hissed the name through her teeth. It could be no one else!
The line was silent for a moment before he replied, his voice equally
shocked.
"Calm down, Primma!" Scene tried to reason with her. "The Akkaradecho
family is not to be trifled with. His father is a general, with connections and
manpower. If you go in there blindly, you'll only put Sangchan in more
danger!"
Scene's words brought Primma back to her senses. She took a deep breath,
trying to suppress her boiling rage.
"Then what do you want me to do! Sit here and wait for him to defile my
Omega!"
The pain of the bond between her and Sangchan being so abruptly severed
was an agony that was almost unbearable.
"We need to think clearly right now," Scene said. "I'll have my people
investigate as quickly as possible where they've hidden her. You, get your
forces ready. We have to get her back as fast as we can."
Primma hung up. She ordered her most elite security team to prepare for
immediate action. Her eyes glittered like a hawk ready to tear its prey to
shreds.
Sangchan awoke in a dark, damp room. She was tied hand and foot to a
chair in the middle of the room. Her last memory was of the men in
delivery uniforms pressing a cloth to her nose.
Akara's disgusting voice came from a dark corner of the room, and his
figure emerged into the dim light.
"You!" Sangchan glared at him without fear. "Why did you bring me here!
Let me go!"
"Let you go?" Akara laughed maniacally. "No way! Since I couldn't have
you the nice way, I have to use dirty tricks like this!"
"I'll make you mine, right here... right now! I'll mark over that bitch
Primma's brand, show you what a real Alpha is like!"
But Sangchan just stared back at him with defiant eyes. She was no longer
the weak Omega she once was. Being with Primma had taught her how to
fight.
"You'll never be able to touch me," she said flatly, "Because my body
remembers its owner. And that person... is not you."
Her words only enraged Akara further. He squeezed her chin tighter.
"Is that so! Then let's see, shall we? Whose pheromones are stronger, mine
or that bitch Primma's!"
Akara's pheromones, which had once terrified her, now made her feel
nauseous and disgusted to the point of vomiting. Her body, marked by a
stronger Alpha, was violently rejecting the intruder.
Those words were the last straw that made Akara snap. He roared and
lunged at her, intending to force himself on her.
But in that moment, the door to the room was thrown open with great force.
"What does face matter more than the survival of our family!" The General
slapped his son hard across the face. "Right now, Primma is turning the
country upside down looking for this woman! If she finds out we did this,
we're all finished!"
"As for you... you seem to be more trouble than you're worth."
He turned to his subordinates. "Take her to the basement. Don't let anyone
find her. Not until I figure out how to deal with this."
Sangchan was dragged to a basement that was even darker and colder. She
sat in the darkness alone, her hope beginning to dwindle.
She could only pray in her heart, sending her fear and longing through the
bond, hoping it would reach the Alpha who owned her heart in time.
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sunyan
The sensation of the bond between her and Sangchan being severed was an
agony. It was a horrifying emptiness, a feeling as if a part of her own body
had been ripped away.
Every second that passed was another second her Omega was in danger.
The thought that Akara might be defiling Sangchan drove her to the brink of
madness, but she knew Scene was right... she could not be reckless.
The sound of the door opening pulled her from her dark thoughts. Scene
walked in, his expression as lense as hers.
"I've got something," Scene began immediately. "My people have learned
that after they kidnapped Sangchan, they didn't take her to Akara's house or
any of the safe houses we know of."
"Then what do you want me to dol Wait for them to call with a ransom
demand!"
"I don't think they want money," Scene shook his head. "What they want is
revenge and to reclaim their honor. Especially Akara... he won't let
Sangchan go, easily."
Silence fell over the office again. The two Alphas, once best friends and
rivals for the same heart, were now forced to work together to save the
same woman.
Primma rose from her chair, walked over to pour two glasses of brandy, and
handed one to Scene.
Asking for help was something Primma had never done in her life.
Especially not from Scene... the one she had seen as a rival for Sangchan.
Scene took the glass but didn't drink. He looked his best friend in the eye,
his own gaze serious.
"Why?" Primma asked directly. "Why are you willing to help me, when you
love her?"
"It's because I love her." Scene answered frankly. "My love might not be
like yours. I don't want to possess her. I want to see her happy and safe. And
if being with you is her happiness, then I'm ready to step aside."
Scene's words made Primma feel a pang of shame. Her own love was so
selfish and possessive compared to Scene's selfless love.
"But if you hurt her again...." Scene continued, his voice firm, "...next
time... I won't back down, Primma."
Primma ordered her best team of hackers to breach every system related to
the Akkaradecho family-financial data, communications, travel records.
Meanwhile, Scene used his connections in the police force and the criminal
underworld to gather intelligence on the ground.
In the dark, cold basement, Sangchan was beginning to lose hope. She
didn't know how much time had passed. There were no windows, no light,
only a darkness and silence that ate away at her soul.
Food and water were passed to her through a small slot in the door once a
day, but she barely touched them. Her body was growing weak, but her
spirit remained surprisingly strong.
The bond that connected her to Primma, though severed, still sent faint
currents of concern and determination. It was the only thing that kept her
hope alive.
She didn't just wait for death. She tried to observe everything around her...
the sound of footsteps of the person who brought her food, the faint sound
of a car engine from a distance, and the layout of the room she was trapped
in.
She hadn't given up... she would wait... wait for the day Primma would
come to save her.
Akara hadn't come down to see her again since the day his father had
intervened. But she knew the danger hadn't passed. As long as she was in
Primma was beginning to lose her patience. She slammed her fist on the
desk in a rage.
"Calm down, Primma," Scene tried to soothe her. "We're doing our best.
This family is extremely cautious."
"But we don't have time, Scene!" Primma snapped. "Who knows what's
happening to Sangchan right now!"
While the atmosphere was at its most tense, Scene's phone rang. It was
Ploy... Sangchan's Beta friend.
"Khun Scene! It's terrible!" Ploy's voice was frantic. "Just now, Khun
Sangchan's mother called me! She said she overheard the General on the
phone with someone... they're going to move Khun Sangchan somewhere
else tonight!"
"She said she couldn't hear clearly! But it sounded like an old warehouse at
the port... the name started with a K!"
"A warehouse at the port... K..." Scene repeated, thinking hard, before his
eyes widened in realization. "K-Logistic! The old Akkaradecho family
warehouse that was abandoned years ago!"
"But how can we be sure it's not a trap?" Primma asked cautiously.
"We don't have any other choice right now," Scene replied. "We have to
take the risk... and we have to go there... tonight."
"Get the Alpha team ready in ten minutes... we're going to get our Omega
back."
Scene looked at his best friend and they nodded to each other in
understanding. He knew tonight would be the most intense fight of their
lives. But for Sangchan... he was willing to risk everything.
The two Alphas, once rivals, were now completely united. And they had
only one goal: to bring Sangchan back to the arms that were her true
home... no matter the cost.
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sunyan
Kwan tried to call Sangchan countless times, but there was never an answer.
She was frantic, but could do nothing but wait for news from Scene,
clinging to hope.
As for Ploy... the quiet Beta girl who seemed to have no significant role,
had now become the most crucial cog in the rescue of her best friend, in a
way no one could have anticipated.
After receiving the call from Sangchan's mother and relaying the news to
Scene, she didn't just sit idly by. She knew that small piece of information
might not be enough... she had to do more.
Ploy was a Beta. In a world dominated by Alphas and Omegas, Betas were
often overlooked. They were the common people, the background noise that
no one paid any attention to. And that was greatest advantage.
She decided to do the riskiest thing imaginable... she would get close to
someone inside the Akkaradecho household.
Using her friendship with Sangchan as a pretext, she contacted the servants
of that house, feigning concern as she came looking for her friend.
She wept and acted her part so convincingly that the people in the house
began to sympathize and were willing to talk to her.
Ploy used her social skills and sharp observation to gently coax information
from the servants, who were also Betas. She knew this group often saw and
heard more than anyone else in the house, but no one dared to speak out of
fear.
"I'm so worried about Chan," Ploy said to one of the head housekeepers, her
voice trembling. "She's my best friend. I don't know if she's dead or alive
right now."
Ploy's sincerity and genuine worry softened the head housekeeper's heart.
"You... you should go home, dear. It's too dangerous here for people like
us,"
"But I can't leave my friend," Ploy insisted. "If you know anything, please
tell me. Please, I'm begging you."
Finally, Ploy's efforts paid off. The head housekeeper secretly met her
outside the next day and gave her crucial information.
"Your young miss... she's safe," the housekeeper began. "But... the General
is furious at being humiliated. So he's locked her up to teach Khun Primma
a lesson."
"At first, he kept her at the country house. But yesterday, I heard him on the
phone saying he was going to move her to the old warehouse at the port,
"I'm not sure, dear. But I heard it was an abandoned warehouse that hasn't
been used for a long time."
Meanwhile, the drama in Sangchan's family was about to reach its breaking
point.
After the day her mother had smashed a vase over her father's head,
knocking him unconscious, their relationship had completely shattered.
But Sangchan's mother was no longer the weak, submissive Omega she
once was. The sight of her beloved daughter being kidnapped before her
very eyes had ignited her maternal instincts into a blazing fire.
She screamed at her husband, something she had never done before,
"For decades, I've let you trample on my dignity because I loved you! But
now... you are about to destroy the life of our only daughter! I won't stand
for it anymore!"
"Yes! I dare!" Sangchan's mother stood her ground without fear. "And if
you don't stop this crazy idea of offering our daughter to that family, I will
be the one to call the police on you myself. For assault and for being an
accomplice to kidnapping!"
His wife's threat left the once-great Alpha speechless. He had never thought
the Omega who had been under his thumb her entire life would dare to rise
up against him like this.
"And I'm divorcing you," Sangchan's mother declared with finality. "I'm
going to start a new life with my daughter... a life without a selfish man like
you in it."
She packed her essential belongings and walked out of that house
immediately, without a single glance back. She had completely freed herself
from the bondage that had imprisoned her for decades.
She went straight to the condominium, but when she arrived, she found
only an empty space.
She called her daughter, but couldn't get through. Frantic, she decided to
call the only number she thought could help... the number of Ploy, her
daughter's best friend.
And that was the starting point that led the crucial piece of information to
the rescue team.
After Ploy and Kwan got the information from the housekeeper and
Sangchan's mother, they immediately reported everything to Scene.
"And more importantly, Ploy got information from an insider that the
warehouse has a secret back entrance, a spot with no security cameras!"
"Excellent!" Primma exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with hope. "This is the
information we need!"
"And there's more," Scene continued. "Sangchan's mother... she's left the
house. And she's ready to testify to the police to bring charges against her
husband and the entire Akkaradecho family."
Everything was falling into place. The glimmer of hope that had nearly
been extinguished was now shining brightly again.
Primma turned to look at the floor plan of the K-Logistic warehouse that
her team had acquired on a large screen, She pointed her finger at the spot
marked as the secret entrance.
"Tonight... we're going in this way," she announced decisively. "Scene, you
lead the team to the front to create a diversion. As for me... I'll go in through
the back to get Sangchan out myself."
"And after we get Sangchan back..." Primma continued, her voice chillingly
cold, "...I will make the Akkaradecho family pay for what they've done, in
the most painful way possible."
The rescue plan was meticulously laid out. With the unexpected cooperation
of everyone... her best friend Scene, the overlooked Beta friend Ploy, and
the mother who rose up to fight for her daughter
Tonight... would be the night that decided their fate. And Primma was ready
to do whatever it look to bring back the single light of her heart.
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sunyan
The wind howled through the gaps between rows of shipping containers,
mingling with the ominous rhythm of waves crashing against concrete
pillars. The atmosphere was hushed and desolate, chilling to the bone.
The abandoned K-Logistic warehouse loomed at the farthest end of the pier,
a monster hiding in the shadows. It was dilapidated and ancient, most of its
glass windows shattered.
The once-white concrete walls were now stained with grime and veiled in
creeping vines, a truly forbidding sight. This was the final fortress of the
Akkaradecho family, and the prison that held Primma's one and only light.
Inside a black van, concealed in a dark corner a fair distance from the
warehouse, Primma sat perfectly still. Her sharp eyes were fixed on the
target through a pair of high-resolution binoculars.
Neither spoke a word, but the determination and pressure radiating from the
two high-ranking Alphas made the air inside the van so tense it was almost
impossible to breathe.
"Team A is in position,"
A voice crackled through her Bluetooth earpiece. It was the head of her
personal security team.
"Go!"
Scene yelled into his radio, before throwing open the van door and moving
out with a team of five other highly-trained Alphas.
They moved with the swift, silent grace of shadows, clashing fiercely with
the disoriented henchmen. The sounds of combat and pained cries filled the
air-a perfect diversion.
Primma seized the opportunity to slip out of the van. She didn't head for the
front, but circled around to the back of the warehouse, where a secret
entrance lay hidden, just as Ploy's intel had indicated.
She pried open the rusted steel door with ease using a special tool, then
slipped into the darkness of the abandoned warehouse.
The musty scent of dust and cobwebs, mixed with the salty tang of the sea,
assaulted her nose. But amidst those smells, her highly sensitive Alpha
senses detected something familiar.
Primma's heart gave a violent lurch. The bond that had been severed was
now beginning to reconnect, however faint, like a silken thread. She calmed
her mind and followed the scent into the darkness, like a predator tracking
its prey.
She navigated a narrow corridor flanked by old wooden crates and canvases
covering unknown objects, until she reached the end and found a steel
staircase leading down to a basement. The scent of Sangchan drifted from
there, growing stronger with every step.
Primma descended the stairs in utter silence. She found a thick steel door,
locked with a large padlock. But for her, it was no obstacle. She used a
small cutting tool to deal with it in less than a minute.
When the door opened, the sight that met her eyes made the blood in her
veins boll to its absolute limit.
Sangchan... her Omega... was curled in a corner of the dark room. She was
filthy, with faint bruises on her face. Her eyes were vacant and hopeless.
The body that had once been so vibrant was now gaunt and weak, a
heartbreaking sight.
And worst of all, General Akkaradecho and Akara... the old lion and his
worthless son... were standing guard not far from her body.
Primma paid no mind to the words of the two social parasites. Her eyes
were fixed solely on Sangchan's form. Pain shot through her heart at the
sight of her lover's condition.
The familiar call startled Sangchan from her trance. She slowly lifted her
head, and when she saw who it was, tears of joy and relief streamed
uncontrollably down her face.
"Khun Primma..."
General Akkaradecho tried to block her, but Primma slammed an elbow into
his solar plexus, making him gasp and collapse to the floor. Primma seized
Akara by the throat, squeezing so hard his face turned a dusky purple.
Akara choked out, trying to pry Primma's Iron grip from his neck.
Primma didn't believe him. She yanked him closer and inhaled the scent
from his body. There was no trace of Sangchan, only the stench of fear and
defeat.
Certain that Sangchan was still safe, she hurled Akara's body against the
wall with such force that he was knocked out instantly.
Primma ordered her team, who had followed her in, through her earpiece,
before rushing to Sangchan, who was still trembling on the floor.
She knelt before her, gently using a knife to cut the ropes binding her hands
and feet.
Once free, Sangchan threw herself into Primma's arms, clinging to her like
a drowning person to a final piece of driftwood. She buried her face in her
lover's chest and wept uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I was late," Primma hugged the trembling body
tightly, kissing her tear-stained face and dirty hair with a profound
tenderness. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
"No... it's not your fault," Sangchan shook her head. "Thank you... thank
you for coming to save me."
They held each other for a long time, letting their pent-up emotions flow
freely, amidst the sounds of fighting from outside and the approaching wail
of police sirens.
Primma took off her jacket and wrapped it around Sangchan's filthy form,
then lifted her weakened body into her arms.
After dealing with the police and sending the two Akkaradecho men to
prison, Primma brought Sangchan's battered body and soul back to their
safest haven.
She laid Sangchan's body gently on the wide bed, as if afraid she would
shatter. Sangchan had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, but her hand
still clutched the hem of Primma's shirt, refusing to let go.
Primma sat beside the bed, caressing the pale, bruised face with infinite
tenderness. Guilt and a loving pity flooded her heart. She swore to herself
that she would never let something like this happen again.
She used a warm, damp cloth to gently clean Sangchan's filthy body, every
inch of it. When her lover was clean, she changed her into a soft silk
nightgown.
As she was about to pull away, Sangchan's eyes fluttered open. They were
still filled with fear.
"I'm not going anywhere," Primma replied, leaning down to kiss her
forehead. "Get some rest, my love."
But Sangchan shook her head. She shifted slightly to make room on the
bed.
Primma looked deep into those eyes. She saw a need that was more than
just for sleep. It was the need for confirmation... confirmation that she was
still here, that this was all real, not a dream.
Primma shed her own clothes and slipped under the same blanket. She
wrapped her arms around Sangchan's cold body, transferring the warmth of
her own.
"I love you too, Sangchan," Primma whispered back, kissing her temple
softly.
Silence fell over the room again, but it was a silence filled with a feeling
too deep for words. The longing and yearning that had been pent up for
days was about to transform into a lovemaking full of emotion.
Sangchan was the one to begin. She slowly lifted her face to kiss Primma's
lips, a soft, tentative kiss, trembling and full of grateful tears.
"I need you..." Sangchan whispered hoarsely as she pulled her lips away.
"Please... make me feel that I'm still alive."
That request made it impossible for Primma to resist any longer. She rolled
Sangchan onto her back and hovered over her.
She didn't begin with violence as before, but with the utmost tenderness and
care. She kissed her way down from her forehead, nose, lips, to the hollow
of her throat.
But this time, she didn't bite. Instead, she used her tongue to lick the old
bite marks she had made, as if in atonement.
"Mmm..."
Primma slowly moved her lips lower, to the sweet, rosy peaks of her
breasts. She used only the tip of her tongue to touch them lightly, until
Sangchan had to arch her back to meet the touch, thrilled. Then, she slowly
took them into her mouth, sucking gently but firmly.
Her hand moved down to touch the love channel that was beginning to
grow slick again. She slowly inserted a slender finger, then another, slowly
opening the way for the visit that was to come.
When she saw that Sangchan was ready, Primma slowly pressed her hot
core into her love channel with the utmost gentleness.
"Ah..."
Sangchan moaned softly. It wasn't pain, but the feeling of being filled that
she had yearned for.
Primma began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every thrust was filled
with love and longing. She watched Sangchan's blissful face the entire time,
whispering words of love over and over.
Their lovemaking this night was not just the heat of desire, but the healing
of each other's spiritual wounds, a promise that they would never be parted
again.
When they reached their peak together, the warm love slick Primma
emptied into Sangchan was not just the seed of lust, but a sacred balm that
washed away all pain and fear.
Primma collapsed beside her, pulling Sangchan's weak body into her arms,
kissing her swollen lips one last time.
"I promise..." she whispered, "...that no one will ever take you from me
again."
Sangchan buried her face in that warm chest, listening to the sound of her
lover's heart beating in rhythm with her own. Tonight... she had truly come
home.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
After the storm passed, the sky over Primma and Sangchan's lives seemed
to clear once more. The Akkaradecho family was prosecuted for kidnapping
and unlawful confinement, with overwhelming evidence from both security
footage and the testimony of Sangchan's mother.
The future of the once-great General and his only son was extinguished in
an instant.
Sangchan and her mother began a new life under Primma's full care.
Primma bought them a beautiful, warm new house where they could live
together in privacy.
However, Sangchan still spent most of her time at the greenhouse mansion
with her lover. Their relationship was now more stable and stronger than
ever.
Sangchan's physical wounds slowly faded, but the wounds of the heart still
needed time to heal heal. She often had nightmares about the events in the
abandoned warehouse, waking in the middle of the night with a terrified
scream.
But every time, she would find Primma's warm arms there to hold and
comfort her.
Primma would whisper the same words over and over, stroking her back
gently until she calmed down and could fall back asleep.
Primma's love and care were the best medicine for Sangchan. It slowly
healed her battered soul, making her stronger day by day.
But while they were enjoying their small, private world, a new storm was
brewing. This time, it wasn't a storm from a visible enemy, but a storm from
'society'.
The news of the Akkaradecho family's downfall and the public debut of the
relationship between Primma Jirachotchai, the country's most influential
female Alpha, and Sangchan, a commoner Omega who was Akara's former
fiancée, became a major story that shook the social and business worlds.
Every media outlet sensationalized the news. Their story was embellished
and distorted into a juicy soap opera. Sangchan was branded a fickle Omega
who had dumped her old fiancé for a richer, more powerful Alpha. She was
seen as a modern-day Cinderella who used her seductive charms to climb to
the top.
As for Primma, she was seen as a hot-blooded Alpha who had shamelessly
used her power to steal another's Omega. Her past with Irene was dredged
up and talked about again.
Whispers and criticism rose from all directions. It was like a poison, slowly
seeping in to destroy their peace.
Primma, who had never cared for the opinions of others, now had to deal
with damaging rumors that could affect her company's image.
She tried to use money and power to suppress the news, but it seemed
futile. The more she tried to shut it down, the farther the news spread.
When she returned to the university, she had to face the changed gazes of
those around her.
From being just an ordinary student, she had become a celebrity overnight.
There were eyes of envy, eyes of contempt, and whispers that followed her
everywhere.
"She's not that pretty. I don't see what's so great about her. Why is Khun
Primma so smitten?"
"I heard she used her feminine wiles to make her fall head over heels."
Those words were like sharp knives, stabbing Sangchan's heart over and
over. She tried to ignore them, to live her life as normally as possible, but
the wall she built seemed too fragile.
The confidence she had just begun to build with Primma's support was now
being destroyed by the words of people who didn't even know her,
Only Kwan and Ploy remained by her side, always protecting her,
"Don't pay any attention to those gossips, Chan," Kwan said, putting an arm
around her best friend. "They're just jealous that you're doing better than
them."
"That's right," Ploy added. "People who know you well know you're not
like that at all."
The encouragement from her close friends helped Sangchan feel a little
better, but she couldn't help but feel terrible. She didn't want to be the
reason Primma's reputation was being tarnished.
One night, as she was watching the news on television with Primma, a
special report on their story came on. A reporter had interviewed people in
high society, most of whom gave negative opinions about their relationship.
"It's highly inappropriate," one socialite said. "That Omega should know
her place. She shouldn't be so ambitious."
"I think Khun Primma must be under the control of that Omega's
pheromones. Otherwise, a smart and composed Alpha like her would never
do something so reckless."
Sangchan couldn't listen anymore. She turned off the television with a
trembling hand, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." she said softly. "I'm sorry I put you through this."
"But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to be criticized by everyone like
this."
"And if it weren't for you, what meaning would my life have?" Primma
countered instantly.
Primma decided to respond to this problem in her own way. She didn't use
lawsuits or threats, but chose to fight with the truth.
She announced an official press conference the next day, surprising every
media outlet.
Primma didn't make excuses or deny any rumors. Instead, she told their
love story from beginning to end with complete sincerity.
She told them how she had fallen in love with Sangchan at first sight, how
hard she had tried to win the heart of this very reserved Omega, and how
Sangchan had come to change her dark life, giving it meaning again.
"For me," Primma said, looking into Sangchan's eyes with overwhelming
love, "Sangchan is not a lowly Omega. She is my light, my inspiration, and
everything I've ever dreamed of."
"As for the Akkaradecho family, that was the consequence of their own
actions. I didn't use my power to steal anyone. I was merely protecting the
person I love from someone who was trying to hurt her."
Primma's sincere and powerful words silenced the press conference room.
Every reporter was stunned by the deep and unique love of this female
Alpha.
Sangchan looked at Primma with gratitude. She took a deep breath and
began to speak, her voice trembling at first, but growing steadily firmer.
"I know that in the eyes of many, I might just be an ordinary, lucky
Omega," she began. "But I want to say that the love I have for Khun
Primma didn't come from her money or power."
"I love her because she is the only one who saw my worth, the only one
who supported my dreams, and the only one who taught me to love and
accept myself for who I am."
"Being with her is not being in bondage. It is the liberation of my true self."
Her final words ended with tears of emotion. Primma pulled her into an
embrace and kissed her forehead softly in front of hundreds of media
personnel.
That image became a historic photograph, published in every outlet the next
day. And it completely changed the tide of public opinion.
From criticism, it turned to admiration for a brave love that refused to bow
to the norms of society. From an Omega branded as fickle, she became a
symbol of strength and the fight for love.
The storm of words had subsided. But they both knew it wasn't their final
test. As long as the world still held hatred and prejudice, they would have to
keep holding hands and fighting on.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The press conference turned the situation on its head. The courageous love
of Primma and Sangchan became an inspiration to many, especially among
the oppressed Omegas and Betas in society. They became symbols of the
fight for equality and a love without boundaries.
Akara, though arrested and awaiting trial in prison, was able to easily plot
from within, thanks to the remaining power and connections of his family.
The humillation and hatred he felt for Primma and Sangchan had eaten
away at his mind until it became madness. He no longer cared if he spent
the rest of his life in prison.
The only thing he wanted now was revenge, to destroy the happiness of the
people who had taken everything from him, to see it crumble before his
very eyes.
He used his money to hire a dangerous Alpha inmate who was about to be
released, to go and deal with Sangchan.
His plan was simple but brutal: to physically and mentally destroy
Sangchan in the most devastating way possible, to defile her and make her
unworthy of a noble Alpha like Primma.
Primma taught Sangchan how to protect herself. She hired the best martial
arts instructor to train Sangchan personally, not so she could fight anyone,
but so she would have the confidence and ability to survive in an
emergency.
One evening, as Sangchan was about to head home from the university, she
felt an unsettling gaze on her. She tried to hurry to the car that was waiting
for her, but it was too late.
A large man in a motorcycle taxi driver's uniform shot out and blocked her
path. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and the pheromones of a low-
class Alpha reeked from him.
Sangchan stumbled backward in shock. Her instincts screamed that this was
no ordinary danger.
But the Sangchan of today was no longer a weak victim! She dodged the
attack with a hair's breadth and immediately countered with the self-defense
skills she had learned!
She slammed an elbow into the man's stomach with such force that he
gasped, but due to their size difference, it only managed to slow him down
for a moment.
Once the man regained his footing, he was furious. He roared and attacked
her again with a mad frenzy. This time, Sangchan was caught.
He locked her in a chokehold from behind and began to drag her toward a
deserted alley nearby.
Sangchan screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling with all her might.
But just as she was about to lose her strength, the man's body was violently
yanked away!
Primma!
She had appeared like a guardian angel at the last second. She had a strange
premonition today and had decided to pick Sangchan up herself. And it was
the best decision of her life.
The sight made the blood in Primma's veins run cold. Her Omega was about
to be hurt again!
Primma demanded, her voice chilling. Pheromones of the most intense rage
radiated from her, so powerful they made the low-class Alpha's legs buckle.
Primma didn't wait for him to finish. She shot forward and slammed a fist
into his face, so hard that blood filled his mouth! Then she followed up with
a relentless barrage of knees and elbows!
She wasn't fighting with skill, but with the raw instinct of a wild animal
protecting its mate!
Primma hugged her lover's body tightly, relief and rage warring in her chest
until she thought she would explode.
"Akara..." Primma growled the name. "He still won't give up, will he!"
She called the police and her team to handle the situation before taking
Sangchan straight back to the mansion.
That night, Primma didn't say a word. The atmosphere in the house was
silent and more terrifying than ever before. Sangchan knew that beneath
that silence was a volcano about to erupt.
After her shower, Primma walked into the dimly lit bedroom. Her eyes now
blazed with a terrifying fire. It was the fire of wrath, possessiveness, and the
most savage desire.
She pushed Sangchan onto the bed with force and climbed over her.
"Tonight... I will make you remember until the day you die," she whispered
hoarsely. "...who you belong to."
Their lovemaking this night was different from all the times before. There
was no gentleness or tenderness left. There was only violence and a raw,
savage desire to possess.
Primma began by biting! She bit down on the hollow of Sangchan's throat
and her sloping shoulders, over and over, not just leaving love bites, but
truly branding her ownership until blood seeped.
Sangchan cried out in pain, but at the same time, the pain stimulated a
certain feeling in her... the feeling of being intensely desired.
Primma ignored her cries. She used her tongue to lick and taste the salty
tang of blood mixed with her own saliva, before moving her face down to
the love channel, which was beginning to secrete a sweet nectar of fear and
excitement.
She didn't caress, but used her teeth to nip at the sensitive bud, lightly but
repeatedly, until Sangchan had to moan madly.
The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure was both torturous and blissful,
until she was on the verge of losing her mind.
Then, Primma thrust her hot core into the tight, clenching love channel in a
single, violent motion. She began to slam her body into Sangchan's with a
mad frenzy, without mercy. Every thrust was filled with an anger that
needed to be released.
"How dare he... put you in danger," Primma muttered to herself as if she
had lost her mind. "I'll kill him... I'll kill them all, anyone who thinks of
touching you!"
The violent thrusts and Primma's crazed words of love made Sangchan feel
both scared and safe at the same time. She knew all this violence came from
the overwhelming love and concern Primma had for her.
"I'm here... I'm safe now," she whispered, comforting. "Here with you."
Sangchan's words were like cool water on the fire in Primma's heart. She
slowly eased her force, changing from violence to a deep longing. The
rhythm of her movements became slower, but heavier and deeper than
before.
"Yes... Primma..."
They met each other's gaze. In the darkness, only their eyes, full of love and
understanding, shone brightly.
The lovemaking that had begun with flames of vengeance had now
transformed into a song of complete union.
When they reached their peak, it was an explosion of all their pent-up
emotions-fear, anger, love, and desire.
Primma buried her face in Sangchan's chest, panting with exhaustion. The
tears of the strongest woman flowed silentiy.
She kissed her lover's temple. "Thank you... for protecting me."
In this dark night, filled with the taste of blood, they had learned that their
love was not just beautiful and sweet, but also had a savage and violent
side, all of which was a part of each other that could never be separated.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The image of the elegant female Alpha holding her Omega lover close, her
eyes filled with love and protection, along with the sincere and powerful
confessions of them both, had gone viral overnight, spreading across every
online communication channel.
The tide of public opinion had turned violently. Where there had once been
only negative criticism, there was now an outpouring of admiration and
support.
Their story had become a symbol of the fight for love and equality in a
society still rife with prejudice.
Primma read these headlines on her tablet in the dining room with a faint
smile at the corner of her mouth.
She wasn't happy because she had become famous or accepted, but because
the world was beginning to see the true worth of Sangchan... the Omega she
loved with all her heart.
There were messages of support from strangers that moved her to tears, and
there were still hateful messages from those who refused to accept their
differences, which still hurt her deep down.
"Don't read them. The opinions of people who don't know us well enough,"
Primma said, reaching but to hold her hand tightly. "Just remember, no
matter how the world sees us, the most important thing is how we see each
other."
"About... our life after this," Sangchan replied. "We're not just ordinary
people anymore.
Every step we take will be watched. Can we really live a peaceful life?"
"Of course we can. As long as we have each other, no matter what storm
comes our way, we will always get through it."
Primma's words warmed Sangchan's heart, but she knew the road ahead was
not paved with roses. This major change had affected every aspect of their
lives.
When Sangchan returned to the university, the atmosphere around her had
completely changed. There were no more whispers or contemptuous stares.
Instead, there were looks of admiration and curiosity. Many students who
had never spoken to her before came up to greet her and ask for photos as if
she were a celebrity.
Although being known in a positive light made her feel better, at the same
time, it had completely stripped her of her privacy. She could no longer sit
and draw in a quiet café or go shopping alone.
On Primma's side, she also had to face the repercussions in the business
world. Although her public image had improved, in some conservative
business circles, her actions were still seen as inappropriate and could affect
the credibility of her company.
At the last board meeting, some members had raised this issue.
"But your public disclosure of your relationship with that Omega might
affect the image of the Jirachot Group in the eyes of some investors."
"And what do you think I should do?" she asked back, her voice flat.
"Uh... perhaps you could reduce Khun Sangchan's public role for a while,
until the buzz dies down."
Primma let out a soft laugh. "Are you telling me... to hide my lover in the
shadows?"
"Enough," Primma cut him off with a decisive tone. "I would like to
officially announce to everyone here that Khun Sangchan is my life partner.
And in the near future, she will become a full member of the Jirachotchai
family."
"Therefore, anyone who cannot accept her for who she is, is also unable to
accept me for who I am. And I do not want people like that as my business
partners."
Her decree silenced the entire meeting room. No one dared to argue further.
Primma had shown everyone that for her, her love for Sangchan was more
important than any business interest or social standing.
When she returned home that evening, she told Sangchan what had
happened at the meeting.
"You shouldn't have gone that far," Sangchan said with concern. "I don't
want you to be in a difficult position because of me."
"It's not a difficult position, it's a willing one," Primma replied, pulling her
lover into an embrace. "I want the whole world to know how much you
mean to me. And I am ready to protect you from everything."
They held each other in silence in the art studio. Sangchan buried her face
in Primma's warm chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.
"I have something for you," Primma said after a long silence.
She pulled away from the embrace and took a dark blue velvet box from her
handbag.
Primma smiled mysteriously and opened the box, Inside was a beautiful
diamond ring that sparkled dazzlingly. The design was simple but elegant
and full of taste.
Primma knelt on one knee before Sangchan, who stood frozen in shock. She
took the ring and looked deep into Sangchan's eyes with a gaze that was
serious and full of love.
"Sangchan Saeng-arun," she said her lover's full name, her voice trembling
slightly. "All this time, you have come into my dark life and made it bright
again. You have taught me to love, to trust, and to be a better person."
"I know I might not be a perfect Alpha. I've been rough with you, I've hurt
you. But I want you to know that everything I did, I did because I love you
with all my heart."
"I can't promise that our road ahead will be paved with roses. But I can
promise that no matter what happens, I will hold your hand like this, and I
will be by your side forever."
The unexpected proposal made Sangchan's entire world stop spinning. Tears
of emotion streamed uncontrollably down her face. All she could do was
nod repeatedly, unable to utter a single word.
Primma slipped the ring onto her left ring finger, a soft, gentle motion. It fit
perfectly, as if it had been made just for her.
It was the sweetest, most profound kiss they had ever shared.
A kiss of promise, and a kiss that announced to the whole world that now...
their hearts were fused as one... forever.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The news of Primma and Sangchan's engagement became the talk of the
town once again.
It seemed that everything was about to end happily. But fate always has a
cruel sense of humor.
The trauma from the kidnapping and assault, the accumulated stress from
facing family problems and being in the public eye, and the pressure of
stepping into a great family like the Jirachotchais-all of this had been
silently eating away at Sangchan's body and soul, without her realizing it.
It began with the insomnia and nightmares returning... and they were more
severe than before. She would dream of the scene in the abandoned
warehouse over and over, see Akara's crazed face, and feel the pain of the
assault. She would wake up in the middle of the night with a scream, her
body drenched in sweat.
Primma had to hold and comfort her every night until she barely slept, but
she never once complained. She knew this was a symptom of post-
traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and it needed time to heal.
She started having frequent headaches and dizziness, and sometimes, she
would have a panic attack for no reason, especially when she was in a
crowded place or heard loud noises.
Primma tried to take her to a psychiatrist, but Sangchan refused every time.
She insisted she was fine, just a little tired. She didn't want to admit she was
weak, and she didn't want to be a burden to Primma.
But the more she tried to push through, the worse her physical and mental
state became.
The breaking point came on the day of the university's annual art exhibition,
an event where Sangchan had planned to display her paintings.
She had poured her heart into this work for months, and It was her dream to
see her art displayed for the public to admire.
Primma supported her fully. She helped with everything from preparation to
promotion. But on the day of the event, Sangchan was visibly nervous and
anxious.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Primma held her hand for
encouragement. "Your work is the most beautiful in this exhibition."
But Primma's words didn't help her feel any better. When she had to stand
amidst the large crowd that came to see the exhibition, the din of chatter
and the flash of cameras from the reporters waiting to cover the story made
her feel as if she were suffocating.
A group of female Alpha students who had disliked Sangchan from the
beginning, jealous that she had captured Primma's heart and seeing her as a
lowly, unworthy Omega, had planned to bully and ruin her reputation at this
event.
They walked up to Sangchan, who was standing in front of her work, and
began to taunt her in a voice loud enough for those around to hear.
"So this is the work of the Cinderella Omega," the leader said with a sneer.
"It's pretty, I guess. But I wonder if she really painted it herself, or if she
used 'something else' in exchange."
The crude and insulting words made Sangchan's face burn with shame.
"Just telling the truth," another one added. "Everyone knows the only
reason she's doing so well is because she seduced a rich Alpha. She has no
talent of her own!"
Those words were the last straw that made Sangchan's sanity snap. The
image of her father scolding her, the image of Akara trying to hurt her, and
the whispers of society-it all came flooding into her head at once.
She muttered to herself over and over, her hands beginning to tremble, her
breath catching.
Just as the leader was about to reach out and push her artwork off the
easel...
'Aaaaaaaaaah!'
Sangchan let out a bloodcurdling scream as if she had lost her mind. Her
eyes widened with extreme terror. Her body trembled violently before she
collapsed to the floor and fainted!
The incident caused a panic among everyone at the event. Primma, who
was being Interviewed by reporters in another corner, heard her lover's
scream and immediately ran through the crowd to see.
The sight made her heart nearly stop... Sangchan was lying motionless on
the floor, with Kwan and Ploy trying to wake her.
Kwan quickly told her what had happened. When Primma heard, she turned
to look at the group of female Alpha students with eyes as cold and
terrifying as the grim reaper.
"You..." she hissed through her teeth, "...will regret doing this."
But right now, the most important thing was Sangchan, She quickly
scooped her lover's unconscious body into her arms and headed for the
nearest hospital.
Sangchan lay sleeping on a patient bed in a VIP room. Her face was still
pale, stained with tears. An IV was connected to the back of her hand,
providing her with necessary nutrients and medicine.
Primma sat holding her hand, not leaving her side. Her eyes were red from
crying and lack of sleep. She watched her lover's face with a heart full of
pain and guilt.
It was her fault... for not taking better care of Sangchan. It was her fault...
for letting her go through so many terrible things.
The attending physician, the most skilled specialist, walked into the room
with the detailed examination results.
"Khun Sangchan, she's not in any serious danger," the doctor began. "Her
body is just.... extremely exhausted and severely malnourished, combined
with severe accumulated stress, which caused her body to temporarily 'shut
down."
"If she gets plenty of rest and receives close psychological care, she will
gradually get better," the doctor replied. "But... the most important thing
right now is that she needs peace and the safest possible environment,
Madam President."
"I would like to recommend that you... take her to rest somewhere far away
from all this chaos and pressure for a while, until her physical and mental
condition returns to normal."
She would take Sangchan away... to a place where no one could hurt her
again, neither physically nor with words.
After Sangchan woke up the next day, Primma informed her of her
decision.
"We're going to take a break," she said in a gentle voice. "To a place where
it's just the two of us."
Sangchan looked at her lover with vacant eyes. She had no strength to
object or express any opinion. She was tired... too tired to register anything
anymore.
Primma handled everything quickly. She put all her work on hold
indefinitely, assigning her most trusted assistant to take over, and prepared a
private plane for their departure the next day.
As for the students who had bullied Sangchan, they received their just
deserts. Primma used her power to have them expelled from the university
and blacklisted, so that no other institution or company would dare to
accept them.
It was a clear message to anyone who thought of touching her Omega: they
would meet the most pathetic end.
In this time when Sangchan's body and soul were at their weakest, Primma
showed the greatest love of all... a love that was ready to leave everything
behind, to care for and heal her one and only bruised heart.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
It was a clear testament to the true and profound love this female Alpha
held for her Omega.
Yet, while most were admiring and sympathizing with the couple's fate,
there was another man who was sinking into a chasm of guilt and
unbearable pain.
Scene...
He sat alone in the same lavish bar, his gaze fixed vacantly on the whiskey
glass in his hand.
The news of Sangchan had shattered his heart into a thousand pieces. Guilt
assailed him relentlessly-guilt for being a part of the pressure and confusion
that had been heaped upon her, guilt that his confession of love might have
been another straw that caused her to break.
And he was in pain... pained to see the one he loved suffer, and pained even
more to realize that the person who could be by her side and care for her in
this moment... was not him, but Primma.
This truth underscored the difference between them in the starkest possible
way. Primma could abandon everything for Sangchan, while he could only
watch from a distance, his heart filled with worry.
Kwan's familiar voice cut in, as she and Ploy walked up and sat down at his
table without invitation.
"We came to see the heartbroken guy who's about to become a chronic
alcoholic," Kwan retorted fearlessly, snatching the whiskey glass from his
hand. "Stop drinking. It's not going to make anything better."
"Then what do you want me to do!" Scene roared, unable to bear it any
longer. "Sit here and watch the person I love in pain, unable to do anything!
Am I supposed to just accept that I've lost!"
"Yes," Ploy, the quiet Beta, was the one to answer this time. "You have to
accept it, Khun Scene."
"Love isn't a competition with winners and losers," Ploy continued, her
voice flat but profound. "It's about wanting to see the person you love
happy. Whether that happiness... is with us, or with someone else."
Ploy's words were like cool water, slowly soothing Scene's tormented heart.
"I know you love Chan very much," Ploy went on. "And I believe you're a
good person. But you have to face reality, Khun Scene. Who is it that Chan
needs most right now?"
"The person who can protect her from danger, the person who makes her
feel safe, and the person she has chosen to entrust her entire life to... that
person is Khun Primma."
Every word from Ploy was a truth Scene had been trying to escape.
"And me..." Scene asked, his voice a whisper. "What should I do?"
"You should step back and be a good friend to both of them," Kwarı
answered. "Letting go might be painful, but having to watch the person you
love be unhappy because of you... that's even more painful."
The words of Sangchan's two best friends brought Scene to his senses. He
sat in silence for a long time, reflecting on everything that had happened
from beginning to end.
He loved Sangchan... loved her so much. But his love was about to become
a selfishness that would hurt both himself and the one he loved.
Perhaps... it was truly time for him to choose his own path.
This was a true paradise on earth. A fine, white sand beach stretched as far
as the eye could see, the seawater was as clear as crystal, and a modern-
style villa stood majestically on a hill, offering a panoramic view of the sea.
Primma had brought Sangchan here to recuperate... a place far from the
chaos and prying eyes of society, where there was only the two of them, and
a beautiful, quiet nature.
In the beginning, Sangchan was still depressed and fearful. She kept to her
room, refused to speak to anyone, and was still plagued by nightmares
every night.
Primma didn't force or rush her in any way. The Alpha became the kindest
and most patient caregiver.
She prepared nutritious meals for Sangchan (though the patient rarely had
an appetite), read books to her, and played soft instrumental music to help
her relax.
And most importantly, she always offered a warm, safe embrace, without
any physical intimacy.
She knew that what Sangchan needed right now was not sex, but pure love
and understanding.
Nearly a month passed. The close care and unconditional love from Primma
began to heal the wounds in Sangchan's heart.
She started to eat more, agreed to walk along the beach with Primma, and
began to smile... even if it was just a faint smile.
One day, as the two were sitting on the villa's balcony watching the sunset,
Sangchan was the one to start a conversation for the first time in weeks.
"You're not weak," Primma shook her head. "You just needed time to rest...
both your body and your soul."
The two sat in silence, watching the sun slowly dip below the horizon,
leaving behind only the last golden rays that painted the sky in beautiful
shades of orange and pink.
The look in Sangchan's eyes now held no trace of fear or despair. It was
filled with a newfound determination and strength.
Primma stared deep into those eyes. She saw the same Sangchan she had
fallen in love with, but in a version that was stronger and more beautiful
than before.
She leaned in to press a light kiss on Sangchan's lips, a kiss full of love and
joy.
When the two returned to Bangkok, the first person to greet them at the
mansion was Scene.
His derneanor had changed. His mischievous smile and playful eyes had
returned, but at the same time, there was a certain peace and acceptance
shining within them.
Scene turned to look at Sangchan, who was standing beside Primma, with a
sincere smile.
"Thank you, Khun Scene," Sangchan smiled back. "And... thank you for
everything."
She knew how much Scene had worried about her, and she was truly
grateful.
"It was nothing," Scene shrugged. "But... I have something for you."
"A gift... for your new beginning," Scene grinned. "Open it."
When they opened the box, they found two identical keys to a luxurious
white convertible sports car.
"This is..."
"An early wedding gift," Scene explained. "I think it's time you two had
your own car, to drive your life together on the path you choose... without
me getting in the way anymore."
Primma said with heartfelt gratitude. She knew how difficult a decision this
had been for her friend.
"Oh, come on! Don't get all sentimental," Scene pretended to wave it off.
"Hurry up and get married! I want to see some nieces or nephews soon!"
The conversation ended with the laughter of all three. The love triangle that
had once caused pain and confusion was now over, leaving behind a
friendship that was stronger and more beautiful than before.
Now, nothing could stand in the way of Primma and Sangchan's love. The
path before them held only the happiness that awaited.
💚💚💚
sunyan
Sangchan went back to her studies and graduated with a satisfactory grade
point average. Her physical and mental health grew stronger every day
under the attentive care of Primma and her mother.
The terrible memories of the past, though they still lingered, no longer held
sway over her life. They had become just another lesson, one that taught her
to be strong and to recognize the value of true love.
Her relationship with her mother was more solid than ever. The two became
like best friends, listening to and encouraging each other in everything.
Sangchan's mother had rediscovered her own happiness and pride, seeing
her only daughter happy and living the life she herself had only ever
dreamed of.
Even so, there was still one thread that had been severed and not yet re-
woven... the thread between her and her father.
Since the day her mother had walked out of that house, Sangchan had heard
no news of her father. She only knew that he had been forced to resign from
his civil service post and had to sell the house to pay off his remaining
debts, becoming destitute and disappearing from society completely.
Deep down, Sangchan couldn't help but feel pity and worry for him. Even
though he had hurt her terribly, he was still her father... the first man who
had held her and given her love in her youth.
The thought of visiting him had crossed her mind many times, but she was
never brave enough. She didn't know how to face him, and she didn't know
if he would still hate her.
Until one day, while helping her mother organize things in their new home,
she happened upon an old photo album. It was an album from when she was
a child.
In the picture, she saw her young father holding her in his arms with a
warm smile and eyes full of love. The image made Sangchan's heart
constrict with pain.
Her mother asked, coming to hug her from behind with understanding.
"Me too. No matter how much he wronged us, he is still my husband, and
your father."
This decision was not an easy one, but with her mother by her side,
Sangchan felt braver.
She told Primma about it that evening. When Primma heard, she showed no
objection whatsoever. On the contrary, she fully supported Sangchan's
decision.
"Go," Primma said, holding her hand. "Go and do what your heart wants.
Don't worry about anything. I'll be right here... always waiting for you."
It didn't take long for Primma to find out her father's current address. He
was renting a small, old apartment in a remote suburb, living a quiet,
solitary life.
The next day, Sangchan and her mother went to that place. Primma drove
them but did not get out of the car. She chose to wait at the entrance of the
alley, to give the mother and daughter private time to face their past.
When the two arrived in front of the run-down room, their hearts were filled
with a mix of emotions-pity, anger, and nervousness.
After a moment, the door slowly creaked open. The figure of a middle-aged
man who had once looked so distinguished was now gaunt and had aged
considerably. His once-black hair was now streaked with white.
The clothes he wore were old and shabby. His eyes, which had once been
full of power and ambition, now held only emptiness and despair.
When he saw who his visitors were, his eyes widened with a mix of shock
and shame.
"You... Chan..."
He nodded slowly and opened the door for them to enter. The room was
small and cluttered, with only a few pieces of old furniture. On the table,
two or three empty liquor bottles lay scattered about.
The atmosphere was filled with an awkward silence. No one knew how to
begin the conversation.
Until... Sangchan's father collapsed to his knees on the floor before his wife
and daughter!
"I'm sorry..." he choked out through his tears. "I'm sorry for everything."
"No... I'm not good enough for you to forgive me," he shook his head,
weeping like a child. "I was a terrible father, a worthless husband. I
destroyed everything with my own hands. I was blinded by greed and social
status, until I couldn't see the most valuable thing in my life... the two of
you."
"I know it might be too late, but I want to say... I'm sorry... truly sorry."
The sincere confession and the tears of remorse washed away all the anger
that had been in the hearts of Sangchan and her mother, leaving only pity
and empathy.
Sangchan knelt down in front of her father as well. She hugged his
trembling body tightly.
"I... forgive you, Dad," she whispered in his ear. "I was never angry with
you. I was just sad."
He hugged his daughter back tightly, crying until his body shook.
The thread that had been severed... was now re-woven, stronger and more
beautiful than before.
After they had reconciled, Sangchan told her father that she was going to
marry Primma.
"I know... I saw the news," he said with a faint smile. "She's a good
person... too good for my daughter."
Those words brought tears to Sangchan's eyes again. She knew this was a
blessing from her father's heart.
When it was time, the mother and daughter took their leave. Sangchan's
father walked them to the door with a changed look in his eyes. It was the
look of a father who had found peace in his heart again.
"Go... go and be happy with your life," he said, stroking her head lightly.
"Don't worry about me. I'll take the best care of myself... so I can wait to go
to your wedding."
Sangchan hugged her father one last time before leaving with her mother.
When they returned to the car, Primma got out to open the door for them
with a warm smile. She didn't ask a single question, but her eyes said she
understood everything.
On the way back, Sangchan sat holding Primma's hand tightly. She rested
her head on her lover's shoulder and closed her eyes in bliss.
The final knot in her heart had been untied. The past that had been a
haunting shadow had now become a lesson that taught her to grow.
Now, nothing could stand in the way of her happiness. The path before her
was bright and full of the love that awaited... beside the Alpha who was
everything to her heart.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
The wedding day of Primma and Sangchan finally arrived. It was not a
grand, opulent wedding befitting a billionaire, but a small, warm, and
private affair held at the greenhouse mansion, the place where their
profound love had begun.
The beautiful garden, once just a place of relaxation, had now been
transformed into an outdoor chapel as beautiful as a dream. An arch of pure
white flowers was exquisitely arranged.
The aisle leading to the altar was strewn with white and light blue rose
petals. White chairs for the important guests were neatly arranged under the
shade of a large tree.
The air was filled with the fragrance of various flowers and the sound of
music from a small orchestra playing a sweet love song.
The guests invited to this event were only family and close friends who had
shared their joys and sorrows. Sangchan's mother, in an elegant golden silk
dress; her father, looking bright and healthy in a simple, elegant suit; along
with Scene, Kwan, and Ploy, had all gathered to witness the happy day of
the two.
In the dressing room inside the mansion, Sangchan stood before a large
mirror in the most beautiful wedding dress. It was a long, ivory-colored
gown that Primma had specially commissioned from a world-renowned
designer.
The delicate French lace fabric hugged her graceful figure perfectly,
revealing her beautiful curves while maintaining a simple elegance. Her
dark brown hair was styled in a simple updo, adorned with a small crown of
gypsophila and daisies.
Her sweet face, touched with light makeup, was radiant with a happiness
that could not be hidden.
Kwan said through her tears after helping her best friend get dressed.
She knew that the journey to this day had not been easy, but looking back,
she didn't regret a single moment of choosing this path.
It highlighted her tall, elegant figure and honey-colored skin, making her
look even more distinguished and formidable. Her jet-black hair was styled
simply but impeccably.
Her sharp, handsome face, which had once been cold and indifferent, now
had a faint smile constantly gracing it.
Scene, who was serving as the best 'woman,' looked at his best friend with a
mix of emotions -joy, relief, and gratitude.
"I never thought I'd see the day you'd get hitched," Scene teased to break
the silence.
"You're very lucky, Primma, to have found Sangchan," Scene said, his voice
more serious.
When the auspicious time came, the music began to play a sweet wedding
march. Primma stood waiting at the end of the aisle, her heart pounding as
it never had before in her life.
The graceful figure of Sangchan in her ivory wedding dress appeared. She
walked alongside her father, whose face was filled with a smile and tears of
joy.
All eyes were on the bride, as beautiful as if she had stepped out of a dream.
The afternoon sun shone on her form, making her seem to glow from
within.
Primma stared at the sight, transfixed, as if under a spell. In her eyes now,
there was no one else but Sangchan... the Omega who was the light of her
life.
When they reached the altar, Sangchan's father gently placed his daughter's
hand in Primma's.
"Father... I entrust the apple of my eye to you," he said, his voice trembling.
"I will take the best care of her, Father," Primma replied firmly.
Then, the pastor began the ceremony according to religious principles. The
atmosphere was filled with sanctity and deep emotion.
And then, it came to the most important moment... the exchange of vows.
Primma began first. She turned to meet Sangchan's eyes and spoke every
word from her heart.
"Sangchan... the first day I met you, my world, which had been gray,
suddenly became bright. You are the light, the hope, and everything I never
thought I could have."
"I may not be the best Alpha. I've made mistakes, I've hurt you. But I want
you to know... from this moment until the last moment of my life, I will use
every breath I have to protect, to care for, and to love you... and only you."
Then it was Sangchan's turn. She took a deep breath and said what her heart
was crying out.
"Khun Primma... before I met you, I thought the life of an Omega like me
had no other choice but to submit to fate."
"But you... came and changed everything. You taught me that true love is
not about possession, but about giving each other freedom. You made me
discover the strength within myself, and made me brave enough to be who I
want to be."
"You are the strong, great tree, the warm home, and everything I need."
The pastor declared them a married couple. Primma gently slipped the
wedding ring onto Sangchan's ring finger, and Sangchan did the same for
her.
And tonight, they would celebrate that beginning... with the most perfect
love song.
💚💚💚
sunyan
After the warm and joyous celebration ended, Primma took her bride to a
special place she had prepared for their wedding night. It was not a
luxurious suite in a five-star hotel, but the same greenhouse, completely
redecorated.
Inside the greenhouse that had once been just an orchid garden, it had now
been transformed into a dream bedroom. A pure white four-poster bed stood
in the center of the room, adorned with white and light blue rose petals.
The floor was covered with a thick, soft fur rug. Scented candles flickered
in every corner, creating a romantic and sensual atmosphere. The clear glass
roof allowed for a perfect view of the millions of stars twinkling in the
night sky.
"It's so beautiful,"
Sangchan murmured in awe, as Primma carried her into the room in her
arms.
She gently placed Sangchan's body on the bed, then went to play some soft
instrumental music she had specially selected. It was a love song with deep
meaning and a sweet melody.
Primma returned to the bed. She didn't rush to begin their lovemaking, but
sat beside her, gazing at her new wife's face with eyes full of love and
adoration.
"Do you know... that tonight, you are more beautiful than the moon in the
sky."
"You too," Sangchan replied. "You look as majestic... as the stars that
surround the moon."
They gazed into each other's eyes for a long time, letting their
overwhelming feelings communicate through their eyes.
Tonight... was not a night of raw desire, but a night of celebrating a perfect
love. It was the fusion of two lives, two souls, into one, truly.
Primma slowly leaned down to kiss Sangchan's lips, slowly and gently. It
was a kiss without invasion, only sweetness and a mutual giving. Her
tongue licked the full lips teasingly, tasting the sweetness she would never
tire of.
Sangchan kissed back just as passionately. She slipped her tongue into
Primma's warm mouth, intertwining with the other's tongue with a yearning.
Primma's hands began their slow work. She slowly unzipped Sangchan's
wedding dress, revealing the smooth, white back she adored.
She pressed a kiss to that back, trailing down from the nape of her neck to
her waist. Every touch was filled with love and tenderness.
Primma looked at the sight with fascination, before taking off her own
tuxedo.
The naked bodies of the Alpha and Omega pressed against each other on the
bed, as soft as a cloud. Primma's hot skin contrasted with Sangchan's, which
was slightly cooler, creating a surprising sensation.
Primma didn't start at Sangchan's hidden place right away, but began at her
feet.... she kissed the back of Sangchan's foot lightly, trailing up to her
ankle, calf, and knee, as if performing a sacred ritual.
"Mmm..."
Sangchan moaned softly. The gentle and unexpected touch made her feel
both ticklish and thrilled at the same time.
Primma moved her face up to the plump mound hidden between her thighs.
She inhaled the unique scent of the young Omega deep into her lungs.
The scent of night-blooming jasmine mixed with her own body scent... it
was the scent that always drove her wild.
She used the tip of her tongue to touch the closed rose petais lightly.
Sangchan flinched slightly and inadvertently revealed her beautiful petals,
opening the way for the visitor.
Primma's hot tongue began to play a love song with expertise. She wasn't
violent or greedy like before, but gentle and attentive to every detail. She
slowly licked along the love channel, sucking every drop of sweetness that
began to seep out slowly.
Then, she used the tip of her tongue to press against the sensitive bud in a
slow but firm rhythm, creating a deep and different kind of pleasure.
Primma didn't stop there. She slowly inserted her tongue into the love
channel that was beginning to clench violently, exploring the warmth and
tightness inside with pleasure.
Primma fulfilled her desire completely. She used both her tongue and
fingers to pleasure her Omega until Sangchan's body spasmed violently and
released a stream of pleasure completely.
After bringing her lover to heaven, Primma still didn't stop. She still had
another verse of her love song to play.
She turned Sangchan's body over to lie on her stomach, positioning her to
lift her hips slightly, and aimed her hot core at the entrance to the love
channel, which was still moist and open, waiting for her visit.
Primma pressed her core into her slowly and as gently as possible. The
feeling of being completely filled made Sangchan sigh with satisfaction.
Primma began to move her body in a slow, but steady and deep rhythm.
Every thrust was a reaffirmation of the vows they had made to each other. It
was the fusion of body, mind, and soul.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rose in a rhythm that harmonized
with the instrumental music and the sweet moans of them both. It was the
most beautiful and melodious symphony of love.
connected. They whispered words of love to each other over and over while
their bodies were still
When the wave of emotion reached its peak, it was an explosion of the
purest love and happiness. Their bodies trembled and spasmed together.
Primma withdrew her core and collapsed beside her, pulling Sangchan's
weak but blissful body into her chest.
They lay holding each other in silence under the starlight shining through
the clear glass roof. No more words were needed, because every feeling had
been communicated through the love song just now.
The long and obstacle-filled journey was now over. Here... under the
moonlight and the stars, an Alpha and an Omega had found true love, and
had begun their life together... happily ever after.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
Time had proven that the vows Primma and Sangchan made to each other
on that day were not mere elegant words, but a truth they built together, day
after day.
Their life as a married couple was filled with love, understanding, and a
simple yet profound happiness. Primma had learned to be a gentle and
trusting Alpha, while Sangchan had grown into a strong and fully confident
Omega.
And today... their first Valentine's Day as life partners, Primma had
prepared a most special surprise for her beloved wife.
She didn't take Sangchan to dinner at a luxurious restaurant or give her any
expensive gifts.
The moment Sangchan stepped into the room, she gasped in astonishment.
The entire room was decorated in the theme of a 'Celestial Garden at Night.
The ceiling had been transformed into a planetarium, filled with twinkling
stars and the soft glow of a moon that shone down with breathtaking
realism.
The floor was covered in artificial grass as soft as velvet. In the center of
the room was a large, round bed made of woven wood, furnished with a
thick mattress as soft as a cloud.
A sheer, white curtain draped down from the ceiling around the bed,
creating a sense of privacy and fantasy.
In one corner of the room was a small jacuzzi, strewn with fresh red rose
petals and surrounded by scented candles in the vanilla fragrance Sangchan
loved. The overall atmosphere was romantic, mysterious, and seductive all
at once.
"This is..."
Primma, who had followed her in, whispered by her ear, her arms loosely
encircling her slender waist.
"I do. I love it," Sangchan replied, nestling her face against her lover's
warm chest. "Did you do all of this for me?"
"For us," Primma corrected. "Tonight... will be our night. A night where we
will explore the deepest territories of each other's desire."
Primma released her from the embrace and walked to a corner of the room.
She pulled away a large cloth, revealing an ancient, carved wooden chest.
"And this... is the map that will guide us," she smiled mysteriously.
Inside, the chest was lined with crimson velvet. On it, a variety of adult
'toys' were neatly arranged.
A clear glass dildo that glittered, an oddly shaped vibrator, a small leather
whip, red silk ropes, and many other devices she had never seen and never
dared to imagine.
"Khun Primma!"
Primma chuckled softly at her wife's adorable reaction. She walked over,
cupped the blushing face, and kissed her lips lightly.
The two sat facing each other in the perfectly sized tub, letting the warm
water and bubbles envelop their naked bodies. Primma used a soft sponge
to gently stroke Sangchan's smooth, fine skin.
When their bodies and minds were completely relaxed, Primma lifted
Sangchan's drenched body from the tub, dried her with a soft towel, and
carried her to the waiting round bed.
She gently laid Sangchan's body on the bed, which was strewn with rose
petals, then walked back to the chest. She took out the first 'toy'... it was a
"Tonight, I want you to use your other senses... besides your eyes,"
The darkness that replaced her sight made Sangchan's other senses a
hundred times sharper. She could hear Primma's breathing, smell the
pheromones that were beginning to intensify, and feel every light touch on
her skin.
Primma began with a kiss. She kissed her way over Sangchan's entire body,
from her forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, down to the hollow of her throat, her
breasts, her stomach, until she stopped at the tips of her toes
Then, she took out the second 'toy'... It was ylang-ylang massage oil that she
had warmed to the perfect temperature. She slowly poured the oil into her
palm and began to knead and massage Sangchan's body, slowly and gently.
The warmth of the oil and the firmness of her palms made every muscle in
Sangchan's body relax until it was almost melting. She moaned softly with
a pleasure she had never felt before.
When Sangchan's body was fully ready, Primma took out the third 'toy'...
the ice-cold, clear glass dildo.
Then, she used the smooth tip of the glass dildo to slowly press and knead
the sensitive nub of flesh, through the tiny lace panties she still wore.
"Ah!"
Primma slowly increased the pressure and rhythm of the kneading, until
Sangchan's body began to twitch and release her love slick, soaking her
panties.
vibrator. She removed the wet panties and replaced them with the next
'toy'... a small, bullet-shaped
She inserted it just a little way into Sangchan's love channel and turned it
on. The vibrations inside her body made Sangchan scream with an
overwhelming pleasure that was almost unbearable.
"Just a little longer, my sweet," Primma whispered by her ear. "The real
thing... is about to begin."
She took out the red silk ropes and slowly tied Sangchan's wrists to the
headboard, not too tightly, but enough to keep her from struggling.
She used the tip of the whip to stroke Sangchan's sides and buttocks lightly,
before striking down lightly, once!
Smack!
"Ah!"
The sharp sting, combined with the pleasure from the vibrator still working
inside her, made Sangchan's mind go completely white.
Primma struck the whip several more times, alternating with using her
hands to squeeze Sangchan's breasts and buttocks possessively, until the
smooth white skin was faintly marked with long, red welts.
"Cry out... cry out for me, let me hear how happy you are."
Sangchan could only moan incoherently, her body on the verge of its peak.
And in that moment, Primma thrust her own hot core into the love channel
that was clenching violently!
"Aaaaargh!"
Being filled so suddenly, along with the vibrations from within, made
Sangchan climax instantly! Her body spasmed violently, her love slick
gushing out to soak the bed.
But Primma didn't stop. She continued to thrust into the blissed-out body,
changing from the standard position to 'doggie style,' which allowed her to
thrust deeper and more forcefully.
She held Sangchan's hips firmly and drove her own hips in and out in a fast,
powerful rhythm, like a storm. Every thrust was filled with the desire to
possess and to give each other the ultimate pleasure.
This Valentine's night was more fantastical and passionate than Sangchan
could ever have imagined.
It was a journey into a land of desire she had never known, and she was
happy... to travel there with the Alpha she loved.
When Primma reached her peak, she emptied every last drop of her love
into Sangchan's body.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
For most people, finding a birthday gift for a billionaire like Primma
Jirachotchai, who could buy anything in the world, would be a daunting
task. But for Sangchan, she didn't feel that way in the least.
She knew very well that what Primma desired most was not an expensive
gift or any material possession, but something simple and priceless: 'time'
and 'memories' filled with meaning.
Therefore, this year, Sangchan prepared a plan to give her wife a most
special gift, a gift that Primma would remember for the rest of her life.
Primma, who had woken up with a small flicker of expectation in her heart,
couldn't help but feel a little disappointed deep down, but she showed no
sign of it, merely thinking that perhaps Sangchan was busy with her duties
and had truly forgotten.
"I have meetings all day today, so I'll be back late," Primma said as she was
getting dressed for work. "Don't wait for me for dinner."
"Okay,"
Sangchan replied in a flat tone, then walked Primma to the door. She stood
on her toes to press a light kiss on her lover's cheek.
"Drive safe."
Primma smiled gently and left, unaware that a mischievous smile had
appeared on her wife's face the moment she was gone.
Once Primma had left for work, Sangchan's surprise operation began!
She was not at home alone; three co-conspirators were already waiting.
Scene, Kwan, and Ploy.
She was the one who had to stall and keep Primma away from the house for
as long as possible, without her suspecting a thing.
As for Sangchan, she took on the most important task: preparing the special
'gift' with her own hands.
She went straight to the private art studio Primma had built for her. On an
easel in the middle of the room stood a large canvas, covered with a white
cloth.
For the past several weeks, Sangchan had secretly used all her free time to
create this piece.
It was a large oil painting she intended to give Primma as a birthday gift.
She slowly pulled off the cloth, revealing a beautiful and meaningful
painting.
In the picture, Sangchan had painted millions of stars twinkling in the sky,
and most prominently, a large 'moon' casting its soft light over the entire
greenhouse, creating a warm and safe almosphere.
In the bottom right corner of the painting, she had secretly painted the
silhouettes of two people embracing inside the greenhouse... the silhouettes
of her and Primma.
It was a painting that conveyed all the love and bond they had for each
other. The greenhouse was 'home,' the stars were 'obstacles', and the moon
was the 'light' that always embraced and protected this home.
Besides the painting, she had also prepared a special dinner with her own
hands. She entered the kitchen in the afternoon, meticulously creating every
dish Primma loved, from beef wellington and French onion soup to crème
brûlée for dessert.
She called Primma in the afternoon, pretending there was an urgent problem
at the company and luring Primma away.
Then she pretended her car had broken down, invited her to wait at a coffee
shop, and did everything she could to delay Primma from returning home
before the appointed time.
Primma, who was annoyed and a little hurt that Sangchan had forgotten her
birthday, didn't notice anything unusual.
As evening fell, Scene pretended to have just finished fixing her car and
drove Primma home.
"It's okay," Primma replied wearily. "It's not like there was anything special
today anyway."
She got out of the car and walked into the house with a dejected heart, but
the moment she opened the door, she was met with a surprise!
Sangchan, Kwan, Ploy, and Scene, who had secretly snuck in behind, all
sang the birthday song for her in unison.
Primma stood frozen for a moment, stunned. A feeling of being moved and
overwhelmed with happiness rushed into her heart, so strong she could
barely hold back her tears.
"All of this..."
Primma laughed through her tears. She strode toward Sangchan and pulled
her into a tight embrace.
Primma closed her eyes and made a wish. She didn't wish for more wealth
or power, but only to be happy with this woman... forever.
She blew out the candle and gave Sangchan a sweet kiss of thanks, amidst
the cheers and teasing of their close friends.
After a delicious dinner filled with laughter, Kwan, Ploy, and Scene took
their leave, giving the couple some private time together.
Sangchan said, taking Primma's hand and leading her to the art studio.
When Primma laid her eyes on the large oil painting, she was speechless.
She stood staring at the painting for a long time, her eyes tracing every
detail Sangchan had meticulously created. She understood all the meaning
hidden in the painting without needing any explanation.
The tears of the strong Alpha flowed again, but this time, they were tears of
happiness and the deepest gratitude.
"It's... so beautiful, Sangchan," she said, her voice trembling. "It's the best
gift.... I've ever received in my life."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you." Sangchan replied. "Thank you...
for letting me know what true love is."
That night, the two didn't make passionate love, but lay holding each other
on the bed, exchanging warmth and whispers of love until dawn.
For Primma, this birthday was the happiest of her life, because she had
received the most precious gift of all: the 'heart' of the Omega she loved.
.
💚💚💚
sunyan
She returned to being the same 'Scene,' the rugged Alpha girl who loved
freedom and always had a mischievous smile on her face. But deep in her
seemingly playful eyes, there was now a clear depth and a greater
understanding of the world.
One afternoon, as she was driving her favorite sports car aimlessly down an
old, long-abandoned road, she happened to drive past her old high school.
The familiar sight of the school building, the football field where she had
chased a ball with her friends, and the large rain tree she had sat under to
escape the sun-all of it brought back memories of the past.
She decided to turn and park in the school. The place had changed a lot,
with new buildings added, but the old atmosphere still lingered.
Scene walked over and sat down on the bench under the same rain tree. She
closed her eyes and let the wind blow past, as if to carry her back to
yesterday.
.
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Seventeen-year-old Sarunya was the star Alpha of the school. She was a
starting player on the basketball team, the president of the music club, and
the object of desire for every Omega and Beta girl in the school.
With her handsome face, tall, slender figure, and playful, friendly
personality, she was always surrounded by friends.
But her closest friend was someone as different from her as heaven and
earth.
Primma Jirachotchal, the quiet and cold-as-ice Alpha girl. She was the top
student who ranked first in her class every year, but she had few friends and
didn't like to socialize.
She usually spent her free time reading in the library or practicing kendo
alone in the gym.
How the two of them came to meet was still a mystery to many.
But for Scene, she remembered the first day she met Primma perfectly.
It was the day she was being ganged up on and beaten by a group of senior
Alpha students behind the school, out of jealousy for her popularity. And
just as she was about to lose, Primma happened to walk by.
She didn't help right away, but stood leaning against the wall with her arms
crossed, watching the event silently with an impassive gaze.
She gathered all her remaining strength and fought back again, even though
she knew she couldn't win.
She shot into the fight with unbelievable speed and took down all three
senior Alphas with ease, using a superior fighting skill!
Scene watched in amazement. She had never known that this quiet, top
student could be so skilled.
After everything was taken care of, Primma turned to look at Scene, who
was sitting on the ground in a disheveled state.
Scene replied, trying to get up, but wincing in pain from her ankle.
Scene discovered that beneath Primma's cold exterior lay a kindness and
concern she never showed anyone. While Primma found in Scene a
brightness and sincerity she had never received from anyone before.
The two became close friends who were always together. Scene would drag
Primma out of her private world to experience the fun of teenage life, while
Primma would act as a brake and advisor for Scene's recklessness and hot-
headedness.
And of course, the story of first love also began during this time.
Scene fell in love with 'Namkhang, the star Omega of the school. She was
beautiful, sweet, and desired by every Alpha.
Scene did everything to win Namkhang's heart. She wrote songs for her,
played music for her, and did everything a good Alpha would do.
Their love at that time was as sweet and beautiful as a dream. Scene thought
she had found true love and her life partner.
"Are you sure she really loves you, Scene?" Primma had once warned her
best friend. "The way she looks at you, it's not just love. There's some kind
of expectation hidden in it."
But Scene at that time was blinded by love, so she didn't believe her friend's
warning at all.
Until the truth was revealed on the day the school held a farewell party for
the graduating seniors.
Scene, out of love and a desire to support her lover's dream, did as she
asked.
But what happened after that was that Namkhang left her without a second
thought, to be with that senior Alpha producer who could give her a bright
future in the entertainment industry.
Scene was heartbroken for the first time in her life. It was so painful and
torturous that she barely wanted to live.
The person who stood by her on her weakest day... was Primma.
"I warned you," Primma didn't say it to rub it in, but with an understanding
tone. "Love built on benefits is never sustainable."
That night, Scene learned the most important lesson of her life. The lesson
that true love is not about external beauty or the benefits received, but about
the sincerity and goodwill given to each other.
And she also learned that true friendship is worth much more than a fleeting
love.
Scene opened her eyes from her reverie. The afternoon sun was beginning
to set.
A smile touched the corner of her mouth. The painful past had now become
just a memory that taught her to grow.
It taught her to look deeper into people, taught her to understand the
complexity of love, and taught her to let go.
The path of the wind had carried her far from the beginning and had molded
her into the 'Scene' she was today.
An Alpha who had discovered that her true happiness was not in possessing,
but in seeing the people she loved happy... on their own paths.
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sunyan
Time had woven the threads of Primma and Sangchan's love into a beautiful
and strong tapestry.
Their love was no longer as fiery and savage as in the early days, but had
transformed into a love that was deep, warm, and as steady as a mountain,
an understanding that could be communicated without uttering a single
word.
The greenhouse mansion, which had once been just a refuge, had now
become a perfect 'home,' a home that no longer housed just the two of them.
A small voice, tinkling like a wind chime, came from the middle of the
beautiful garden. A little girl in a cute denim overall was squatting on the
grass.
In her small hand was a pink piece of chalk, which she was using to draw
diligently on a slate. Her dark brown hair, inherited from Sangchan, was
tied in two adorable pigtails.
Her large, round, onyx eyes, just like her mother's, were staring at her own
work with pride.
The little girl, 'Darin,' or 'Nong Dara,' was the golden chain that bound their
hearts, the little star that had come to complete the lives of Primma and
Sangchan in the most perfect way.
She was the Omega heir born from the deep love of a female Alpha and
Omega, a rare phenomenon in this world, and the most precious gift heaven
had bestowed upon them.
Sangchan, who was reading a book on a wooden swing under the shade of a
large tree, put her book down and turned to smile at her beloved daughter.
"Let's see, let Mami see the masterpiece of this great artist."
She got up, walked to her daughter, and knelt beside her. The picture of the
bunny that Nong Dara had drawn, though a little distorted as children's
drawings are, was the most beautiful work of art in the world in a mother's
eyes.
Nong Dara grinned widely, revealing the small baby teeth that had just
come in. She lay down, resting her head on her mother's lap, and pointed to
a cloud in the sky.
She was both a good wife to the one she loved, and a mother to the cutest
little girl in the world.
Her career as a children's book illustrator had also been a great success. Her
first book, inspired by her love story with Primma, had become a bestseller
and a favorite of children across the country. She had become the most
promising new writer in the industry.
But for her, the greatest success was seeing the smile and hearing the
laughter of this little daughter of hers.
Although Primma was a formidable Alpha to the rest of the world, for Nong
Dara, Primma was the kindest 'Mama' who spoiled her the most.
Primma, in her mid-thirties, looked even more elegant and powerful. She
was still the CEO of The Jirachot Group, whom everyone feared.
But when she returned home, she would take off the mask of the queen
hawk and become just a mother, ready to do anything for her beloved
daughter.
She could sit and play with wooden blocks with Nong Dara for hours, let
her daughter put heart-shaped stickers all over her face, and read bedtime
stories in different voices for each character, amazingly.
The love she had for her daughter was so pure and great that sometimes
even Sangchan felt jealous.
And it seemed the person they were talking about had just arrived.
Primma's sleek sports car moved silently into the garage. The tall, elegant
figure in a business suit stepped out of the car, looking slightly tired from a
"Mama!"
Nong Dara cried out happily upon seeing her mother. She immediately ran,
toddling, toward Primma.
When Primma saw her daughter running toward her, all her fatigue
vanished. She knelt down and opened her arms to receive the small body in
a tight embrace.
"How's my clever girl?" she said, planting a big kiss on the chubby cheek.
"Were you a good giri today?"
"I was!" Nong Dara replied loudly and clearly. "I drew a picture of a bunny,
and Mami said it was beautiful."
Primma lifted her daughter into her arms and walked straight to Sangchan,
who was standing there with a smile. She leaned down to press a light kiss
on her wife's lips as a greeting.
"Not at all. Just seeing your face and our daughter's, I'm not tired anymore,"
Nong Dara was a cute and smart child, but she also had the sensitivity and
emotional awareness of an Omega.
She would be shy around strangers, cry easily when she felt unsafe, and was
particularly attached to both her mothers.
experts, and most importantly, used love and understanding to care for her.
They taught Nong Dara to be strong and confident, but at the same time,
they embraced her fragility and sensitivity. They taught her that being an
Omega was not something to be ashamed of, but a beautiful specialty.
And of course, their family would not be complete without their three
'aunties.'
Scene's mischievous voice came from afar, along with her figure walking
into the garden, always with a new toy for her beloved niece.
Scene had become Nong Dara's favorite auntie by default. She was the one
who would take Nong Dara to play mischievously, teach her to climb trees,
and tell her exciting adventure stories.
As for Kwan and Ploy, they became the sweet aunties who spoiled their
niece in every way. They would always buy her delicious snacks, read her
stories, and were always good playmates.
That evening, after putting Nong Dara to bed with her favorite story,
Primma and Sangchan had some private time together on their bedroom
balcony.
The two sat quietly, sipping wine and gazing at the stars in the sky,
embracing each other under the soft moonlight.
"Me neither," Sangchan replied, resting her head on the warm chest. "Thank
you, for making my impossible dream come true."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for coming into my
life, thank you for giving me this warm family, and thank you for giving me
this brightest star."
She said this as she gazed at her daughter's bedroom next door.
Their love had been through so much, and now, it had blossomed into a
perfect family, a future they had built together with love and understanding.
And no matter what they had to face in the future, they knew that as long as
they had each other, and the little star shining in their embrace, they were
ready to face it... forever.
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sunyan
While the lives of Primma and Sangchan were proceeding with happiness
and perfection, there was another love story quietly taking shape in their
small corner of the world.
The story of a cheerful, bright Omega girl and a quiet, warm Beta girl... the
story of Kwan and Ploy.
The two had been best friends since their university days, like a positive
and negative pole, completely different, yet strangely compatible.
Kwan was a sunflower, always blooming to face the sun. She was cheerful,
bright, and full of positive energy. She was often the center of attention and
the one who brought laughter to everyone around her.
As for Ploy, she was a small fire, smoldering quietly in the hearth. She was
warm, steady, and always a good listener. She would always be by her best
friend's side, supporting her from the shadows, never asking for anything in
return.
For years, Ploy had watched Kwan fall in love and have her heart broken by
Alphas countless times. She saw her best friend cry, grieve, and be
disappointed, and every time, she was the one by her side, wiping her tears
and comforting her until that sunflower could bloom again.
The heart of this Beta girl had belonged to her Omega best friend for a long
time, so long that she herself couldn't remember when it began.
But she never thought of confessing her feelings, because she knew it was
impossible.
In a world defined by genetics, how could a Beta like her compete with a
perfect Alpha? She didn't have strong enough pheromones to protect, no
high social status to show off, and most importantly, she couldn't 'mark' or
'bond' with the Omega she loved.
So, she chose to keep this love in the deepest part of her heart and was
content with being just Kwan's good 'best friend'... forever,
After seeing the great love of Primma and Sangchan, Kwan began to
question her own old beliefs. Did true love really have to be between an
Alpha and an Omega?
She began to see that the person who had been by her side all along, the one
who understood her best, and the one who made her feel the safest, was not
the Alphas who had passed through her life, but the quiet Beta girl named
Ploy.
The thought confused her. She wasn't sure what her feelings for Ploy were.
Was it the bond of a best friend, or was it 'love' in a form she had never
known before?
Kwan had just returned from a blind date that her colleagues had arranged.
It was a blind date with a well-profiled young Alpha, but the whole time
they were together, Kwan felt awkward and unhappy. She kept thinking
about Ploy and comparing that Alpha to her best friend.
When she returned to the apartment she shared with Ploy, she found that
Ploy was still awake, waiting for her on the sofa in the living room with two
cups of hot cocoa.
Ploy asked in a flat tone, but her eyes showed a concern she couldn't hide.
"So-so," Kwan replied, slumping down beside her, exhausted. "He's a nice
guy, but I just... didn't feel anything."
"Didn't feel anything... or the person you have feelings for isn't him?"
The question made Kwan freeze. She turned to look at her best friend, who
was staring at her with deep eyes, and in that moment, she understood
everything.
Her feelings for Ploy... it wasn't just the bond of a friend. It was love... a
love she had been trying to deny to herself all along.
"Ploy..." Kwan said her friend's name softly. "You... you knew all along,
didn't you?"
"And what was I supposed to say, Kwan?" Ploy smiled sadly. "That a Beta
like me loves an Omega like you? That I'm ready to fight the whole world
of Alphas for you? When I have nothing to fight them with?"
"I don't want to be selfish. I want you to find the best person, someone who
can take care of and protect you. And that person... is not me."
Ploy's words made Kwan's eyes well up with tears. She had never known
that her best friend had been carrying this painful feeling alone for so long.
"You're wrong, Ploy," Kwan said, wiping her tears away. "What I want is
not a strong Alpha, not someone to protect me, but someone who
understands me, someone who is by my side, whether on my happiest days
or my weakest."
It was their first kiss, a kiss full of hesitation and uncertainty, but also filled
with the true feelings that had been pent up for so long.
Ploy was shocked by her friend's unexpected action at first, but when she
felt the feelings Kwan was conveying, she kissed back just as passionately.
It was a kiss that released all the hidden feelings, a kiss that confirmed that
their love... was real.
After they pulled apart, they could only sit and stare at each other, not
knowing what to do next.
"I don't know," Kwan admitted. "I just know that... I don't want to lose you,
and I'm ready to face anything, if I have you by my side."
Ploy smiled through her tears. She had never been this happy in her life.
"Me too."
That night, the two didn't have a deep physical relationship, but lay holding
each other on the bed, exchanging warmth and a promise to be by each
other's side forever.
They knew the road ahead would not be easy. Society might not accept it,
and there might be many more obstacles waiting.
But when the sunflower had chosen to bloom beside the warm fire, nothing
could tear them apart again.
Because true love is not defined by gender or genetics, but by the heart...
and their hearts had chosen each other... forever.
.
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sunyan
To bring the entire story to a perfect conclusion, Primma decided to take her
small family on another vacation to the sea. But this time, it wasn't to heal
wounds, but to celebrate happiness and create beautiful memories together.
They traveled to a private villa in Phuket, the place that had been the
backdrop for their passionate love and an important lesson.
The same villa still stood majestically, but the surrounding atmosphere
seemed warmer and more vibrant, with the laughter and tinkling voice of
the little girl, Darin.
The moment they arrived, Nong Dara ran down to the beach with
excitement. She had never seen a sea so vast and beautiful in her life.
"Wow! The sea!" she cried out at the top of her lungs.
Primma and Sangchan watched their daughter with smiles full of happiness.
The image of the little girl running on the white sand, with the backdrop of
the turquoise sea and the bright sky, was more beautiful than any painting in
the world.
The three of them spent the whole day playing in the sea, building
sandcastles, and collecting beautiful shells along the beach.
Primma became a child again. She played with her daughter tirelessly,
running, chasing, playing hide-and-seek, and letting her daughter cover her
with sand until she became a mermaid (who didn't look very much like
one).
As the sun began to set, the three of them sat and watched the sunset
together on the villa's balcony.
Nong Dara sat on Primma's lap, while Sangchan rested her head on her
lover's shoulder. The three of them watched the sun slowly dip below the
horizon, leaving behind only the last golden rays that painted the sea a
beautiful, eye-catching orange.
That evening, after putting Nong Dara to bed with the story of the little
mermaid, Primma and Sangchan had some private time together again.
They weren't in their bedroom, but held hands and walked down to the
beach, the place that had been the beginning of so many stories.
The two walked along the quiet beach, with only the soft moonlight and the
twinkling starlight to guide them.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore in a steady rhythm and
the cool breeze that brushed against their skin created a most romantic and
peaceful atmosphere.
Primma stopped walking and turned to face Sangchan. She wrapped her
wife in her arms and stared deep into those onyx eyes.
"Thank you... for everything." Primma replied. "Thank you for coming into
my life, thank you for putting up with my wickedness, thank you for giving
me this warm family... and thank you for loving me."
Sangchan smiled gently. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank
you for letting me know what true love is, and thank you... for never giving
up on me."
The two kissed each other deeply and lingeringly. It was a kiss without any
physical desire, only love, a bond, and an overwhelming gratitude in their
hearts.
When they pulled apart, the two lay down on the cool sand, resting their
heads on each other's arms and looking at the stars in the sky.
"I never used to," Primma replied. "But now... I believe in it with all my
heart."
"I believe... that the world created you, especially for me."
"Me too," Sangchan said, tightening her embrace. "I believe that no matter
what life, we will always meet again, and love each other... just like this,
always."
The two lay holding each other in silence under the starlight, letting their
hearts converse through the quiet.
Their long and obstacle-filled journey was now over. Here, on this beach
full of memories, under the moonlight and the stars that were their
witnesses.
An Alpha and an Omega had discovered that true freedom was not about
being above anyone, but about being beside the one you love.
And they would be by each other's side, holding hands and walking on this
path of love... until the last day of their lives.
Because for them, love was a wave that would never be calm, a song that
would never end, and everything... that made this life meaningful.
.
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---------THE END-------
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Sun Yan
20 Sept 2025
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