After Secretly Marrying My Rival Omega

The night Jian Jixing won the top international award for emerging directors, she was radiant under the spotlight at the ceremony.

Coincidentally, Sheng Ruxi clinched another Oscar that same night. Taking the stage one after the other, they even wiped the microphone before speaking, embodying the word “incompatibility” to the extreme. The whole internet knew they had once pursued the same unattainable love, rivals for years, fire and water that refused to mix.

No one knew they were married, sharing a bed twice every month.

And certainly no one knew— Backstage, Jian Jixing lightly grasped the stiletto Sheng Ruxi had planted on her knee, tilting her head up with a soft laugh. Breathing in the sweet scent in the air, her gaze wandered over the omega’s delicate curves.

“Sheng Ruxi.” Jian Jixing lowered her voice, a coaxing lilt unintentionally coloring her mocking tone. “The only time your mouth softens is when you’re begging me to mark you.” The year she graduated middle school, Jian Jixing presented as an Alpha—only to develop a rare condition that made her reject all omega pheromones. The scent of an omega would instantly nauseate her.

Sheng Ruxi had mocked her for years over this, claiming Jian Jixing was “useless.” Until that night when Sheng Ruxi’s heat arrived early. Stumbling into Jian Jixing’s room by mistake, she was about to snap—when she suddenly caught Jian Jixing’s scent. Her legs, ready to leave, went weak on their own. By the next morning, her voice was hoarse.

Jian Jixing turned her head leisurely, watching her. “Still think I’m useless now?”

Years later, their unattainable love finally returned to the country. At the class reunion, Jian Jixing and Sheng Ruxi sat on either side of them, poised like bookends.

Jian Jixing sneered. Sheng Ruxi scoffed. The classmates watched in stunned silence as the tension between the two escalated—until Sheng Ruxi’s pheromones spilled out in agitation, forcing her to leave midway. Jian Jixing chased after her. Worried they might come to blows, the old classmates followed—only to freeze at the sight: The usually arrogant and domineering Director Jian, cheeks flushed, nuzzled her nose affectionately against Sheng Rixi’s scent gland. “Just one bite, please… I’m begging you, wife.”

“That’s what you said in bed last night,” the irritated omega pushed her, though her face was already tinged pink. “Not even half a bite.” Wait—so this fight was happening in bed?