You Are My Omega

When I was eleven years old, my father brought home an Omega from the orphanage. That Omega became the fiancée of an Alpha who had been injured in a car accident. The damage to her nervous system left her unable to walk, and she had to use a wheelchair. The Omega was top-tier, one of the rarest in the world. Everyone thought it was a pity that someone so special had to spend her life with a disabled Alpha, especially one whose face had been disfigured. People whispered about how unfair it was to the Omega, but because of the Alpha’s powerful and prestigious background, no one dared to say anything openly. By the time they entered middle school, the Omega was like sunlight. Naturally, effor...