The Top Omega Girlfriend of a Useless Alpha - Chapter 48

At the Imperial Stables, Po Ye rode a white horse, flanked by her sparring partner on horseback. After clearing three consecutive hurdles, she reined in her mount and dismounted.

“Your Highness, the Omega ladies arranged by the Empress have arrived,” an Imperial Guard approached, whispering the reminder. He knew it would displease her, but he had to deliver the message.

“Can’t you see I’m riding? Tell them to go back,” Po Ye frowned, her earlier good mood vanishing instantly.

“The Empress said that if you don’t choose a suitable Omega this time, she will select one for you herself,” the guard relayed the Empress’s command, his back already soaked with sweat.

“Mother is always so impatient. Even if I marry, what difference will it make? The Crown Princess still won’t bear an heir.”

Though she spoke these words, Po Ye had already made her decision. Her Imperial Father had begun to suspect her true identity. After all, her birth at Kalinbi Palace couldn’t be completely concealed; whispers would inevitably leak out.

As soon as Po Ye finished speaking, the Captain of the Guard breathed a sigh of relief. At last, Your Highness was heeding advice.

Once the Crown Prince married and proceeded with technological reproduction, it shouldn’t be too difficult to dispel His Majesty’s doubts.

But just as he relaxed, Po Ye’s slightly cool voice cut through the air.

“Summon Gu Xueze.”

“Your Highness, at this point, you can’t keep thinking only of your lover…”

The Captain of the Guard, momentarily forgetting his place in his agitation, blurted out the words.

Hearing this admonishment, Po Ye turned to face him, her golden eyes veiled for the first time by a gray mist.

“Let Mother handle the wedding preparations.”

“Before I lose my freedom, I want to indulge…”

Gu Xueze was urgently summoned to Kalinbi Palace. She stepped out of her hovercar, still adjusting her tie and straightening her uniform as she hurried toward the entrance.

When meeting with royalty, all nobles were required to wear their formal uniforms and display their medals of honor.

When Gu Xueze arrived at the Crown Prince’s palace, she found it eerily silent, without a single colleague in sight. The only thing permeating the air was the overwhelming scent of strong liquor.

“Your Highness?”

Gu Xueze slowly walked into the inner hall. After the mechanical door scanned her iris, it automatically slid open.

The moment the door cracked open, a wave of intense, sweet wine enveloped her.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Forgetting all noble etiquette, Gu Xueze rushed forward. But when she reached the figure, she saw Po Ye’s drunkenly glazed eyes.

“Gu Xueze…” Po Ye called out, her long golden hair disheveled. Her eyes were clouded with a watery haze, and the usually immaculate collar of her luxurious robe was now askew, slightly open to reveal her flushed collarbone.

“Your Highness, are you in Heat?” Gu Xueze asked, her mind racing to calculate the timing. This shouldn’t be happening. There’s still time before Your Highness’s Heat.

She tracked Po Ye’s Heat more accurately than her own, and she had never been wrong before.

“Hold me…”

Po Ye spoke, her voice slightly hoarse. Gu Xueze immediately obeyed, walking over to her. Afraid her medal might dig into Po Ye, she tremblingly removed it and placed it on the nearby white jade table.

“Are you unhappy?” Gu Xueze asked, naturally emitting the scent of camphor. She was well-versed in comforting Omegas.

“I’m getting married,” Po Ye said, opening her eyes to gaze at Gu Xueze’s pale, cold face, her heart filled with reluctance.

“Though we’ll maintain a respectful distance… to reduce my Imperial Father’s suspicions, we may have to see each other less often in the future.”

“You’re leaving me…” Gu Xueze seized on the key phrase. She could endure a lifetime of humility, but she couldn’t bear the thought of separation.

“A diligent ruler, beloved by the people, with a perfect family—that’s the image of the ideal Alpha Crown Princess my Imperial Father desires, the image my subjects expect.”

“Even if I hate it, I have to pretend.”

Po Ye reached out and embraced Gu Xueze.

“A’Ze, wait for me. Once I ascend to that position, no one will be able to restrain me.”

Po Ye’s eyes burned with fierce determination.

Gu Xueze felt her heart pounding like a slow drumbeat. Her fingers gripped Po Ye’s back, her mind racing with a single, overwhelming thought:

I can’t lose Po Ye.

I want her. No one else can marry Your Highness.

But what can I do?

What can I do…?

There was only one way: rebellion.

With this realization, Gu Xueze made up her mind.

She refused to remain a puppet any longer. She would become the player, not the pawn, whether in her power struggle with the Empress or her rivalry with the Second Prince.

In this game of power, only victory would ensure Po Ye belonged to her forever.

Gu Xueze lifted Po Ye into her arms, her resolve firm. She carried her to the bedroom.

She would mark Your Highness.

By any means necessary, she would make Po Ye unable to leave her.

Po Ye was already drunk, her mind hazy as mud. When Gu Xueze picked her up, she instinctively tried to resist, but the familiar scent of camphor calmed her.

Fine, Xueze can hold me if she wants.

This is my palace, after all. There’s no need to pretend here.

But when she was turned over, a sharp pain shot through her glands.

Po Ye felt a string in her mind, labeled “reason,” snap.

This is what I’m thinking, she thought, but her body had already betrayed her. Her Heat had been triggered, and she clung to the person before her.

“You dare to mark me!”

True to her royal lineage, Gu Xueze retained her composure even now. Her uniform was slightly disheveled as she gazed at Po Ye, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

“I dare,” she replied with a single, simple word.

“Do you know the consequences?! If my identity is exposed, I’ll be ruined forever!”

Po Ye tried to speak further, but Gu Xueze silenced her.

“Your Highness, I’ve made up my mind. The assassination plot against the Emperor will be carried out in a few months, just before your wedding.”

“And Your Highness, you…” Gu Xueze’s voice slowed as she held something between her fingertips and slowly extended it toward Po Ye.

Dazed by the alcohol, Po Ye’s vision blurred. She stared for a long moment before finally recognizing what it was: her own terminal.

To prevent accidental drops, all Empire citizens’ terminals were designed as invisible wristbands—incredibly thin and light, like paper.

When worn, they felt completely comfortable and breathable, as if nothing were there at all.

It was nearly impossible for someone to steal a terminal unless you had deliberately set up fingerprint unlock for another person.

In the Empire, only married couples—and only those truly in love—typically did this.

Even the Emperor and Empress, who were supposed to set an example for their subjects, didn’t have mutual unlock privileges.

Yet Po Ye, driven by selfish motives, had secretly configured Gu Xueze’s terminal wristband to unlock hers.

This allowed Gu Xueze to issue commands through Po Ye’s terminal, saving Po Ye from having to personally handle every task—a burden that might otherwise have exhausted her to death.

“Just focus on getting through your Heat now.”

“Are you planning to lock me up?”

Po Ye instantly understood. She raised her hand and slapped Gu Xueze without hesitation.

“You’re abusing my trust to do this!”

“Gu Xueze, you disgust me.”