My Senior Is an Omega - Chapter 1

The summer after my first year of graduate school, I met my true love.

An utterly ordinary beta.

He was gentle and reserved, and he worked in the building across from the dessert shop where I had a part-time job.

Every Wednesday, he came in to buy a slice of strawberry cake.

He fit my image of the perfect partner to a T: soft-spoken, with a tender smile. I immediately wanted to ask whether he already had someone lined up for a marriage application.

But I was a gentlemanly alpha. I ought to court him first.

These days, the government required alphas and omegas to marry before the prescribed age in order to raise the birth rate, and to have at least two children after marriage.

I wasn’t in any hurry. I was twenty-three, with another six months before I reached the legal marriage deadline.

Today was Wednesday again. The beta I liked would be coming for his cake.

I carefully fixed my hair and made sure there wasn’t a single flaw in my appearance.

*Ding—*

My phone chimed. I picked it up to find a message from my senior.

Where’s the new pipette?

I was about to reply, but then I remembered that my senior could never remember where anything in the lab went. He would probably make me go back and find it for him.

Research was precious, but love was worth more.

I took a deep breath and switched my phone off.

At that exact moment, the bell above the door jingled.

A tall, slender young man walked in. Surprise flickered in his eyes when he saw me. “You’re working again today?”

My nerves were going wild, but I had to pretend I was calm as I took a little cake from the display case and handed it to him. “Yuan-ge, I saved this especially for you.”

The young beta looked thinner than before. He chided me softly, “I’m several years older than you. Call me Xu-ge or Yuan-ge, but you’re not allowed to call me *Xiao* Yuan-ge.”

I teased, “You’ve got a baby face, ge. Anyone would believe you if you said you were still in college.”

The beta’s name was Xu Yuan, a newly hired executive at the building across the street.

Xu Yuan took the cake and was just about to speak when his legs suddenly gave way. He collapsed straight to the floor.

Terrified, I called a car and rushed him to the hospital.

When the test results came back, the doctor stormed over and let me have it.

I couldn’t keep up. Only one crucial sentence made it through.

“Do all you alphas have rocks for brains? He’s pregnant—did you even know that?!”

My brain crashed.

Huh?

Betas could get pregnant too?

But… I wasn’t the father.

Yuan-ge’s face was pale, and he clearly had no desire to talk about his past.

The doctor dragged me into the hall by the ear and berated me until I could recite every precaution for caring for a pregnant beta, one by one. Only then did he let me go.

This was a serious blow. The beta I had a crush on turned out to be a married man who had run away while pregnant.

But I rallied at once.

So what!!

If Yuan-ge had left that awful alpha, their relationship must have fallen apart.

This young master was a smart man. Surely I could poach someone else’s man with style.

“Hey, you! The big idiot standing over there. Go up front and pay the bill,” a passing doctor called.

I looked around blankly before pointing at myself in confusion.

The doctor rolled his eyes. “Dear God. How did someone with a brain like yours ever find a partner?”

I went to pay. I meant to use my phone, only to discover that I had broken it on the way to the hospital with Yuan-ge. It really would not turn on.

I had no choice but to use my card.

It was evening by the time I finally had a chance to buy a new phone.

The moment I switched it on, more than a dozen missed-call alerts popped up in rapid succession—and every single one came from the same person.

My senior, Wei Yu.

An omega who struck fear into every heart.

Before I could wipe away my cold sweat, another call came in.

Rationally, I knew answering now would mean certain death. But instinct, carved into my very bones, made me press Accept anyway.

The evening breeze was gentle. I felt as if catastrophe were closing in.

“Bai Yuanfeng, why are you only answering now?”

His cool, detached voice traveled through the phone’s metal casing to my ear.

I straightened unconsciously. “Senior, something came up. Did you need me for something?”

My senior had always seemed above mundane concerns. He didn’t even ask what could possibly have been important enough for me to ignore his calls all afternoon.

He merely replied, “Nothing much. I opened the refrigerator this afternoon and found your culture dead.”

I turned to stone.

Not far away, an ambulance came hurtling toward us, its siren wailing.

It seemed to be screaming at me, *Don’t die! I’m coming to save you!*

After a one-second pause, my senior dropped the next earth-shattering piece of bad news.

“Also, XX used the half vial of stock culture you had left without permission this afternoon and broke it.”

The ambulance siren cut off abruptly.

So did my heartbeat.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up,” my senior said from the other end.

“No!!!!”

I howled in despair, “Senior!! Save me!! I can’t write my paper without that culture!”

“Bai Yuanfeng, I—”

My senior’s voice cut off without warning.

I stared woodenly at the dark screen.

At last, all strength left me. I dropped to my knees, beat my chest, and stamped the ground.

I frightened the doctors and nurses so badly that they lifted me onto a restraint stretcher and began strapping me down.

“Heavens, what did I do wrong? Losing in love wasn’t enough—you had to take the life of my bacteria too!

“If you want a life, take mine! Don’t take my son’s!”

Even the doctor’s voice went shrill with panic. “Sir, sir, your son is fine. He’s perfectly safe in there. You’ve got incredibly strong genes.”

My grief deepened. “That’s not my son. That’s someone else’s son. I want *my* son. I want my half vial of sons!”

The doctor: *What a complicated relationship. I need a moment to sort this out.*

Sure enough, you alphas would fool around with absolutely anything.