Summary
I was a stupid but beautiful villainess who bullied Betas, bossed Omegas around, forced a penniless campus heartthrob to become my kept canary, and treated my gentle childhood friend like a servant. I even schemed against my cold, unrelated older brother. Then differentiation day arrived, and I presented as the one thing I despised most: a Beta. Desperate to remain at Federal Military University, I chased a rumor that enough top-tier Alpha pheromones could trigger secondary differentiation. The problem? My canary, childhood friend, and brother are all willing to “help”—and none of them plans to let me escape afterward.