I am a pathetic, low-grade omega.

In the first year of my marriage to my honest Beta husband, I suddenly found myself targeted.

One evening, my husband’s dishonest boss showed up at our door.

At the dining table, the alpha whispered into my ear, “Madam, you wouldn’t want your husband to lose his job, would you?”

I: “…”

I looked at my husband, who was busy in the kitchen, completely oblivious to what was happening.

He smiled at me and said, “Didn’t I tell you two to start eating without me? There’s only one dish left; it’ll be ready in a second.”

I: “…”

This silly Beta. His wife is about to be served up as a meal, and he’s still in there cooking one?

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