Becoming an Omega After the Secondary Differentiation

Walter Felix placed the divorce agreement in front of me.

"Sign it. I still love you, but I want to have a child."

I intended to reveal that I had undergone secondary differentiation, transitioning from a Beta to an Omega. This meant we could indeed have a child together.

We could have a child of our own.

However, seeing his impatient expression, I swallowed the joyful news.

"Sure, I hope you won't come to regret this."

Little did he know, I bore another man's mark on the nape of my neck.

1

When I received the report of my second differentiation, I wanted to call Walter excitedly.

The word "Omega" written on the report represented some new possibilities.

Actually, a week ago, my body started showing some abnormalities. I had a vague premonition, but I didn't dare to tell Walter until I got the results.

I feared the disappointment I might see on his face.

He married me, a Beta, under family pressure, a decision that required considerable courage.

"It doesn't matter that you're a Beta," he assured me. "I love you, and that's all that counts."

I used to think that Beta was the best choice for me. I could live freely without any disturbances.

Walter kept being ridiculed by his family, yet he would still make an effort to cheer me up.

I was always fearful and anxious.

Luckily, now I could be permanently marked by Walter. I would completely belong to him, and we could have our own children.

However, my elation quickly evaporated when I spotted two figures across the street.

It was Walter!

So, who was the young man tightly clinging to him?

Walter wrapped his arms around the man's waist, as they gazed affectionately at each other amidst the bustling street. Hand in hand, they walked into the hotel nearby.

I felt like my brain was blocked. I couldn't think or breathe.

At that moment, a strange sensation washed over me, as if my body was engulfed in a clammy heat wave.

Panic seized me.

My first fever since differentiation had hit me so suddenly, right there on the street.

Once the pheromones started emanating, I knew I was in trouble.

Struggling to remain conscious, I stumbled towards a less crowded place.

I turned into an alley, fighting to stay awake. I took out my phone, intending to call Walter.

My hand trembled and I couldn't hold the phone. It slipped from my grasp with a snap.

My knees had become too weak to support my body, and I knelt down on the ground, wanting to pick up my phone. Suddenly, I saw a pair of leather shoes in front of me.

"Sir, your behavior is quite dangerous!"

I struggled to open my eyes, but I could only see his beautiful jaw.

Please, please, please. I begged him to be a Beta.

But his powerful vibe had given me the answer.

I knew I was screwed.

My remaining sanity told me to escape quickly, but my body involuntarily moved closer to him.

The next second, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and some cool liquid was injected into my body.

The unsettling heat and thirst seemed to have subsided and come to a halt.

But after only a few sec...