Does a Disabled Omega Have to Be Forcibly Loved Too? (NPH) - Chapter 2: Cold and Stern
Chapter 2: Cold and Stern
He looked about thirty-something. The buttons on his collar were meticulously fastened to the top, and just above the collar was his prominent Adam’s apple.
Her gaze moved upward. He was quite alpha-like in appearance, the kind who would be voted into the top ten most handsome alphas of the year by Omegas.
His eyebrows were thick and long, his eye sockets slightly sunken. His eyes were narrow and elongated, yet his eyelashes were very long. His nose was high and straight, his lips thin and pale, pressed together lightly at that moment.
He didn’t look very happy, or perhaps he always carried this serious, cold, and stern aura.
If Dinah’s glands weren’t congenitally defective, she might have been able to sense a bit of his emotions through his pheromones.
But if her glands weren’t defective, an unmarked Omega like her wouldn’t be allowed to appear in public without a pheromone suppressor and a guardian.
Dinah was about to look away when his gaze suddenly swept toward her.
His gaze was as cold and stern as his presence. Dinah’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively lowered her head.
This little incident didn’t pause the group’s steps. The sound of military boots clacking against the tiles soon faded into the elevator area.
Dinah relaxed her hand and saw a few faint crescent marks in her palm. She had nervously dug her nails into her skin earlier.
But her tension didn’t come from an Omega’s natural fear of alphas. It was because she was afraid of getting into trouble.
The average lifespan of alphas in the empire was around one hundred and twenty years. Thirty-something was too young for an officer who could walk ahead of a major general.
Dinah was certain this alpha was either from a prominent family or a royal.
Although the empire’s administrative system wasn’t hereditary now, families, conglomerates, and the royal family still controlled most of the empire’s power. Class divisions were quite severe.
The six-gender differentiation of ABO also worsened class divides.
In ABO society, strong alphas often took on roles as leaders and soldiers. Ordinary betas handled most of the basic work, while weak Omegas were merely appendages to alphas and baby-making machines.
The families, conglomerates, and royals at the top of the empire were almost all alphas.
In this situation, the Omega equality movement had, of course, never truly succeeded.
Just like the military prostitute clause that had been protested for over a decade but still existed. Because the laws were made by alphas, and changing the military prostitute clause would affect the interests of alphas fighting on the front lines.
Dinah’s thoughts circled back to this damned clause. Her mood grew even worse.
She didn’t want to marry an alpha, but she wanted even less to become a military prostitute.
Compared to those two, growing an appendage and becoming a female beta would be much better.
Although society heavily discriminated against and oppressed betas, it was still much better than Omegas who had almost no rights.
Like Dinah, many girls without appendages were adopted into the empire’s orphanages as war orphans.
They were educated together, but the education was only about how to better serve alphas.
In the orphanage, they learned cooking, yoga, and even oral s3x techniques. But they never learned math, physics, or chemistry.
If Dinah hadn’t remembered her identity as a transmigrator, she might have ended up like the other orphaned Omegas, treating the alpha assigned to her after sixteen as her “master” for the rest of her life.
Not all Omegas received this kind of education, of course. Only those like her, at the bottom of the Omega despise chain as orphans, were treated this way.
Omegas from noble families received a more formal education. They at least wouldn’t be unable to solve a quadratic equation, but that was the extent of it.
No matter their status, Omegas were just goods for sale, waiting to be bought by a suitable alpha.
Dinah, of course, hated this society. But she could barely protect herself now and had no thoughts of starting an Omega equality movement.
Living so pathetically was humiliating, but she didn’t want to die yet. What if she got a chance to transmigrate back?
Dinah was lost in her wild thoughts when a voice suddenly spoke in front of her, “Dinah?”
Dinah looked up. Standing before her was an alpha with decent features.
“Oliver?” Dinah stood up and gave a polite smile. “Hello.”
Oliver was his surname. Dinah had no surname, just Dinah. That was a mark of orphans from the orphanage.
Oliver was unexpectedly innocent. Just a greeting made his ears turn slightly red.
“Hello, uh… shall we head up?”
Dinah nodded. “Sure.”
Oliver had clearly come in a rush. He still wore his military uniform. Her department had no uniform requirement, so she wore a black dress with white polka dots, reserved for dates.
The dress had a long hem. Its only clever touches were the halter neck design and cinched waist.
But Dinah wore an apricot-colored short blazer over it, covering up those clever touches.
Still, Oliver only noticed that Dinah looked very pretty.
He and Dinah were led side by side into the elevator by a waiter. He said the third thing to Dinah since meeting her, “You’re very pretty.”