The议会厅 falls silent as his words hang in the air. "A alpha's性腺物质而已，高贵到了需要赋予如此赞美的程度么？" The translator in my ear renders his challenge in perfect English, but I don't need it. The defiance in his posture, the tilt of his chin, the way his pale eyes meet mine across the room—these speak louder than any language.

I've seen many Omegas in my time, but none with this particular blend of fragility and fire. He looks like a piece of delicate porcelain daring me to throw him against the wall.

And I want to.

Later, as I exit the government building, I spot him in the alley. His superior has him pressed against a car, one hand fisted in his expensive suit while the other gropes roughly at his waist. "不能被标记也无法怀孕的omega就是天生的玩物，" the man sneers.

The porcelain is about to be shattered, but not by the right hands.

I approach slowly, savoring the way the alpha scrambles away at my proximity, bowing and stammering apologies. Zhong Yao straightens slowly, his gaze avoiding mine as he buttons his jacket with trembling fingers. There's blood on his lip and fire in his eyes that refuses to be extinguished.

He thinks I'm just another monster in a world full of them.

Perhaps he's right.

But monsters have their uses. And this particular monster has just found her new project.