Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 1
Year 3, Month of Xin
The sky was still and silent. A bright, cold moon hung like a curtain above the horizon, casting a gauzy glow over the Central Planet.
Inside the grand, opulent hall, crystal glasses clinked gently as elegantly dressed Alpha men and women mingled with their Omega partners, swirling silver-rimmed goblets of wine, exchanging toasts with polite smiles and gentle tones.
The Alphas talked of family businesses, advancements in medicine, and developments in mecha weaponry. Their expressions ranged from regret to arrogance, excitement to dismay.
Meanwhile, the Omegas they brought stood quietly beside them, offering the occasional polite response, always smiling, always poised.
A few Alphas had come alone—rare, only three or four. They stood or sat apart, each with a different posture and expression, but all shared one thing in common:
They were staring at the strikingly beautiful male Omega standing in the center of the hall.
Their gazes were fixed, unblinking—especially one silent female Alpha sunk deep into a corner sofa.
Unfortunately, that Omega didn’t spare her even a glance. Every movement, every smile, every flutter of emotion was devoted entirely to the Alpha at his side.
She watched, eyes cold and increasingly impatient.
Even as an A-grade Alpha and the Sang family’s sole heir, she couldn’t take the Omega she so longed for.
Because she couldn’t compare to the Alpha at his side.
The thought made her bl00d boil. Agitated, she tugged at her collar and downed her drink in one go. Just as she looked up, she caught a familiar figure slipping out a side door.
She paused for two seconds. The Omega at the center of the hall was still laughing, still clinging to their Alpha’s arm.
She lowered her eyes and smirked. A sly glint flashed in her gaze as she rose to follow.
In the garden, Cheng Yunan staggered in, clutching a whitewood tree. After a few dry heaves, he hadn’t even regained his breath when slow, deliberate footsteps approached behind him.
Step by step. Closer.
He didn’t turn.
“Oh? Isn’t this the precious young master of the Cheng family? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’ve had your second gender awakening and ended up a pregnant Omega?”
The voice stopped right behind him, followed by a low, mocking laugh. It was a voice so aggravating it made one’s teeth itch.
Sang Yu. Of course.
Still bent over, Cheng Yunan clung to the tree for support and ignored the provocation. He was used to it.
He said nothing. But Sang Yu wasn’t the kind to be brushed off easily. Her smirk vanished. In a flash, she seized him, spun him around, and slammed his back hard against the bl00d-red branches of the whitewood. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him coldly.
“Are you deaf, or just stupid? I told you to stay away from Kong Tan.”
Kong Tan—the male Omega at the center of the ballroom. The one Sang Yu desperately desired but could never have.
“You’re a goddamn waste of space. What gives you the right to pursue him, huh? That overly delicate face of yours? Your low-ranked, unloved B-class Alpha status? Or maybe your pathetic constitution that leaves you panting after three steps?”
With each word, her anger grew, like she was trying to dump every ounce of her frustration onto him.
Cheng Yunan kept his head bowed, silent.
“Tch.”
What Sang Yu hated most were Alphas like Cheng Yunan—neither Alpha nor Omega, weak and feeble, no satisfaction in bullying them.
Annoyed, she grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.
And froze.
His face was delicate and stunning, but unnaturally pale. His bangs were soaked through, sweat dripping from his temples and tracing down his jawline onto her hand.
Sickly.
That was the word that popped into her mind.
She ignored the burning warmth of his skin and shook his chin slightly. Still, he said nothing. Eyes shut, lost in some immense internal pain.
The strange flutter in her chest was quickly buried. Her expression hardened. Slowly, her hand slid down to his throat.
She wanted to crush it.
It was deep into the night. No surveillance. A perfect time to make him disappear.
They were enemies, after all. If Cheng Yunan died, that was one less obstacle in her way.
With that thought, she tightened her grip.
“Yunan?”
“Yunan, where are you?”
A clean, clear voice called out, freezing her in place. Cursing the incompetent Alpha who’d failed to keep Kong Tan distracted, Sang Yu released Cheng Yunan in a panic, intending to flee before she was caught in the act.
But she underestimated him.
Without warning, Cheng Yunan—now fully awake—lunged forward and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Pain exploded, and she cried out despite herself.
“Ah—!”
“What the hell?! Are you a dog?!”
The nape and shoulder were sensitive, vulnerable areas—especially the gland at the base of the neck. Even through her thick clothing, Cheng Yunan had bitten down with all his strength.
She wrenched herself free, furious, and raised a fist to retaliate.
Cheng Yunan, gasping, closed his eyes again.
But the punch never came.
The sound of her cry had drawn Kong Tan, and not wanting to be discovered, Sang Yu dropped him and fled in a hurry.
The spot wasn’t well-hidden, so Kong Tan quickly found him. As he listened to the soft scolding in the Omega’s voice, Cheng Yunan wiped bl00d from his lip and lowered his eyes, uncertain what he was feeling inside.
Sang Yu, storming away, never heard Kong Tan’s voice. She also didn’t know that Cheng Yunan kept glancing in the direction she had gone.
She only felt confused and uneasy.
Not because of Kong Tan—but because of Cheng Yunan’s bite.
Beyond the pain, something else had shaken her. Something she couldn’t quite name.
A creeping sense of dread.
She glanced at her shoulder. Even through the thick fabric, faint bl00d had seeped through—proof of how deeply he hated her.
Damn it. Did he poison me?
Cursing under her breath, Sang Yu didn’t return to the party. She made a beeline for her hover car and flew back to her residence.
The place was empty. She was used to it.
Despite being the Sang family’s precious heir, she’d chosen to live alone after her secondary awakening—needing the freedom and space to manage her unstable pheromones.
This floating triple-level apartment in the northern district had cost a fortune in star credits.
She preferred silence. Few people passed through here, and the units were spaced far apart—perfect for her.
The moment she opened the door and turned on the light, a wave of nausea surged up from her stomach. She barely managed to cover her mouth and stagger into the bathroom.
Dry heaves—but nothing came out.
Then it hit her.
Cheng Yunan had looked just like this earlier.
Damn it.
She wanted to curse, but her mind suddenly went blank. Strange, unfamiliar images flashed frame by frame through her head, each one bringing unbearable pain.
Gripping the sink with both hands, she gasped for breath. It took a long time before Sang Yu finally managed to suppress the pain and regain a sliver of clarity.
She looked up at the mirror.
In the reflection, a girl with sleek, jet-black hair tucked behind her ear stared back. The hairstyle added a sharpness to her look. Her skin was fair, her bone structure flawless, and her features delicate and striking.
Her eyes carried a youthful boldness—she was still very young.
Just based on appearance, she was a very attractive female Alpha.
Because of the recent pain and heavy breathing, her hair was disheveled, her eyes reddened, her lips pale and even bitten raw—altogether quite a mess.
And in this disheveled state, her golden eyes looked especially clear and piercing.
She stared at herself, face expressionless, eyes unmoving.
Almost like she was in a trance.
It wasn’t until the sweat-damp bangs on her forehead were dried by her own body heat that she finally snapped out of it. Frustrated, she furrowed her brows and slammed her fist down on the sink to vent her rage and confusion.
This time, she really wanted to curse up a storm.
By some bizarre twist of fate, sealed-off and long-forgotten memories had suddenly come flooding back—like fish returning to the ocean—darting wildly through her mind, overtaking her consciousness. And finally, Sang Yu remembered.
—She had transmigrated into a novel.
As absurd as it sounded, it was true. On the day of her freshman orientation, she got into a car accident and woke up inside an interstellar ABO novel she’d just finished reading a few days before.
She had become one of the main character’s suitors—a cannon fodder Alpha.
And not just transmigrated—she’d been reborn from the womb.
She had already lived here for eighteen years, perfectly blending in as a native, destined to be a doomed side character.
Thinking back on the details of the interstellar ABO story, Sang Yu felt speechless. Agitation rose in her chest until she nearly wanted to self-destruct.
It was a fluff piece—a sweet love story about a universally adored male Omega and his many Alpha protectors. Each Alpha was from a different walk of life and background, but without exception, they were all madly in love with him.
They went wild for him, obsessed over him, crashed headfirst into walls for him.
The story really was sweet—if you ignored the chaotic jealousy among the Alphas, and the tragic fates of every Alpha who wasn’t the male lead.
They were all miserable. Including her character.
She remembered this character quite well—partly because they shared the same name, and partly because the character died in such a horrific way.
If she remembered correctly, she was the Sang family’s eldest daughter and sole heir. As an A-grade Alpha, she constantly sabotaged the other Alphas competing for the male Omega’s attention.
Cruel, brutal, and relentless.
She eliminated every romantic rival she could—except for Cheng Yunan.
He was the one she hated the most. Aside from his annoyingly beautiful face and low-ranked B-class Alpha status, the fact that he was close to the male Omega was reason enough for her to target him.
Unfortunately…
Because the male Omega protected him, she didn’t dare attack him outright and could only plot in secret. Many times she nearly succeeded, but Cheng Yunan had a freakishly strong will to survive. He bounced back every single time.
Eventually, he grew stronger, underwent a secondary awakening into an S-class Alpha, took back the Cheng family business, and imprisoned the original Sang Yu in revenge.
Tortured her. Destroyed her. The ultimate counterstrike.
The memory made Sang Yu shiver. But at the same time, she sighed in relief.
Thank god she had regained her memories early. The tragic, no-way-out ending hadn’t come yet.
There was still time to fix things.
Or was there?
Sure, she had walked the same path as the original character while her memories were sealed. That was just the plot playing out. Now that she was awake, everything should be fine… right?
Except… hadn’t she already thoroughly pissed off Cheng Yunan? Wasn’t it only a matter of time—say, five years—before he’d rise up and come for her life?
Sang Yu: …If I lick his boots, can I survive?
No. Impossible.
She was an Alpha. If someone beat her up every day, she’d 100% murder them too.
She should just run. Right now.
Her heart pounding, Sang Yu calmed herself and made a decision: escape.
Her family was rich. She could hide out on a remote planet for a few years, live in luxury, wait until Cheng Yunan forgot about her, and then come back.
No sooner thought than done—she turned to start packing.
But as the saying goes, “You never know which comes first: tomorrow or disaster.”
The moment she took a step, a sharp, explosive pain erupted from her gland—so intense it felt like it would burst. Her mind went blank, and a mouthful of bl00d gushed out.
Grabbing the doorframe, she tried to steady herself. She wanted to head to the Central Hospital or call for help via smart AI, but the pain was too much.
Her legs gave out.
She collapsed.
As consciousness slipped away, Sang Yu had just enough strength to think one word:
Sh1t.