The bathroom door clicks shut behind me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror - still the same face, the same wheat-colored skin and muscular build. But everything has changed. I'm an Omega now. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

I hesitantly reach up to touch the back of my neck, finding the small, sensitive spot that marks me as an Omega. My fingers tremble slightly as they brush over it. Then, with a deep breath, I lower my hands to the waistband of my sweatpants.

The memory of my first discovery still burns fresh in my mind - the shock, the confusion, the strange new sensations. Now, two weeks later, I'm supposed to be getting used to it.

A notification pings on my phone. Another audition. Another chance to prove that an Omega like me - rugged, strong, not the delicate flower the industry expects - can succeed.

But as I pull on a clean shirt, my phone lights up with a new message from my agent. "Big news! You got the reality show gig! Contract details attached." My heart races with excitement as I open the document.

Then I see it. The list of confirmed guests.

Jiang Heng.

The name jumps off the page like a physical blow. I collapse onto the edge of the bed, my mind spinning. Him. Of all people. The man who rejected me, the last person I saw before I woke up in this strange new world.

The doorbell rings suddenly, startling me from my panic. Through the peephole, I see a delivery person holding a bouquet of flowers. I don't remember ordering any flowers.

Hesitantly, I open the door. "Delivery for Li Peien," the person says with a smile, handing me the arrangement. There's no card, no indication of who sent them.

As I close the door, a familiar scent washes over me - a subtle, woody aroma that sends my new Omega senses reeling. I'd know that scent anywhere.

Jiang Heng.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. He knows I'm here. But does he remember me? Or is this just a friendly professional gesture from one cast member to another?

My phone buzzes again. A text message this time, from an unknown number.

"Looking forward to working with you on the show. - J.H."

My hands shake as I stare at the screen. The scent of the flowers surrounds me, overwhelming my senses. I can feel my body responding despite my mind's protests.

This is going to be more complicated than I ever imagined.