My Omega husband is the main character in a popular harem novel.

Practically every desirable Alpha in the story is in love with him.

The handsome, wealthy, aloof CEO; the wild, rebellious trust-fund kid; the gentle, devoted superstar… Without exception, they are all hopelessly devoted to my husband.

And me? I’m just a plain, unremarkable Beta.

In the story, I’m known as “the clueless husband.”

My only purpose is to add a little spice to their thrilling affair, a background character they can cheat on for an extra dash of excitement.

So, it turns out I’m the disposable nice guy trope?

1

After I took a nasty fall down the stairs, a flood of unfamiliar memories washed over me.

That’s when I learned the truth: I was nothing more than the cannon fodder husband in a trashy romance novel.

So, I immediately handed my husband, Jason, a set of divorce papers.

When the Omega saw the words on the page, his fair, beautiful face filled with confusion and helplessness.

“Josh… w-why do you want a divorce?”

Jason’s voice trembled, and his lovely almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears.

“Did I do something wrong?”

After all, he was the man I had moved heaven and earth to win over, my one true love. Being his simp had become second nature. Seeing him look so pitiful, a familiar pang of sympathy shot through my chest. I instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

No, stop it!

Josh, if you feel sorry for him now, who’s going to feel sorry for you later?

The thought of not only being cheated on mercilessly but also being thrown into the ocean to feed the fishes by his jealous Alpha suitors sent a violent shiver down my spine. The fog in my brain cleared instantly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong…”

At this point in the story, Jason hadn't even met the three main Alphas yet, so I couldn't technically fault him for anything. I had to make something up.

“I just… don’t feel the same way anymore.”

“Let’s just end things amicably.”

At my words, Jason began to cry even harder, his voice choked with sobs. “You swore to me! You promised you would make me happy for the rest of my life!”

“Are you going back on your promise now?”

His accusation made me feel a pang of guilt, and I nervously adjusted the black-framed glasses on my face.

Everyone who knew we were married thought I was a classic case of punching way above my weight. After all, in a world where Omegas made up only six percent of the population, they were infinitely more precious than a dime-a-dozen Beta like me. And Jason wasn't just any Omega; he was stunningly beautiful, came from a wealthy family, and had a gentle temperament. He was the perfect partner.

I’d fallen for him the first moment I saw him in college. To win him over, I’d become the ultimate simp, catering to his every whim, always there for him, no matter what. But Jason always kept me at arm's length—never rejecting me, but never accepting me either.

I spent three years like that, and by the time we graduated, he still hadn't agreed to be with me. I was crushed and on the verge of giving up when, out of the blue, he contacted me.

I rushed to the coffee shop, my heart soaring, only to be met by the sight of his beautiful face, streaked with tears.

“Josh, what am I going to do?” he cried, his eyes red and swollen like a terrified little rabbit. “My parents are forcing me into an arranged marriage! They want to marry me off to some sixty-year-old Alpha for a business deal!”

The sight broke my heart.

I immediately grabbed his hand. “Jason, come with me.”

“I’ll make you happy!”

And just like that, we eloped. I married the Omega I had dreamed of for years. I was, for a time, incredibly proud. In college, the line of suitors for Jason was endless. I was the least significant of them all. No one could believe that this dream man, pursued by countless Alphas, would end up choosing me.

After all, I was just a plain Beta. My looks, my charisma, my talents… everything about me was average. I was an orphan with no family to my name.

I thought I was the ultimate success story of the simp who got the girl.

I never imagined the storm that was brewing, a storm that would turn my world upside down.

2

“I will never divorce you!”

For the first time ever, Jason lost his temper. With red-rimmed eyes, he tore the divorce papers to shreds, then stormed into his room and locked the door, refusing to answer no matter how much I knocked.

This was not how I expected things to go.

According to the novel, Jason had only married me to escape his arranged marriage. He didn’t actually have any real feelings for me. He had always used the excuse that he had a “gland problem” to keep me from getting too close. We’d been sleeping in separate rooms for the entire year we’d been married. He found me, a Beta, to be dull and uninteresting, a far cry from his ideal partner.

Logically, he should have been thrilled that I was the one initiating the divorce. So why was he fighting it so desperately?

My head started to ache.

The next morning, his door was still shut. I tried knocking, but got no response. Defeated, I gave up. After a quick breakfast, I headed to work as usual.

I had barely settled at my desk when someone handed me a file.

“Mr. Evans, could you please take this development proposal to Mr. Thorne for his signature?”

“Sure.”

I nodded and took the file up to the CEO’s office on the top floor. After a soft knock, a cold, sharp voice answered.

“Come in.”

The man behind the desk had deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and a jawline so sharp it could cut glass. No one could deny that he was an exceptionally handsome Alpha.

But seeing that familiar face again, something inside me had changed.

The reason was simple. My boss, Damian Thorne, was the first male lead in this ridiculous novel. He was the first bastard to start this whole mess.

The thought made me grind my teeth. My gaze toward him was now tinged with resentment.

Seriously? I’m slaving away for you at this company, and you’re plotting to cheat with my husband?!

Damian’s brow furrowed slightly when he saw it was me. He took the file from my hand, his voice cool.

“Is my schedule for tonight prepared?”

I nodded. “Yes, it’s all set.”

He gave a slight nod, then after a moment’s pause, asked, as if it were an afterthought, “How are you and Jason doing lately?”

I forced a polite smile. “We’re doing well. Thank you for asking, Mr. Thorne.”

Damian and Jason were high school classmates. I’d only gotten this job at Thorne Industries because of Jason’s connection to him. But I never, ever suspected that this asshole had been secretly in love with my husband the whole time.

No wonder he always looked at me funny, frowning whenever he saw me as if I were a piece of trash. It was the classic look of a man staring down his rival.

3

That evening, Damian had a charity auction to attend at six. As his secretary, I had to accompany him.

Before the auction, there was a dinner gala. The hall glittered with chandeliers, filled with the city’s elite. Damian was his usual cool and composed self, exuding the powerful aura unique to a top-tier Alpha.

I trailed silently behind him, but then I caught sight of someone out of the corner of my eye, holding a glass of champagne and slowly making his way toward us.

“Long time no see…”

The newcomer wore a perfectly tailored white suit that highlighted his tall, lean frame, making him stand out in the crowd. I recognized the handsome face, a regular on the big screen, and my heart skipped a beat.

This was none other than the third male lead of the novel—the superstar, Elias Vance.

Elias was smiling at Damian, his amber eyes glittering like honey under the chandelier lights.

“Mr. Thorne, I hear you’ve been seeing the Li family’s Omega recently.”

“It sounds like… wedding bells are in your future.”

Damian’s brow twitched, and his tone was icy.

“That’s none of your business.”

The Thorne family had been actively searching for a suitable partner for Damian. But I knew that in the near future, after Damian got together with Jason, all these potential fiancées would become nothing but a distant memory.

Elias was all smiles, while Damian’s face was so cold you could chip ice off it. Anyone could see they didn’t get along. I wasn't surprised. I’d heard they were sworn enemies. The Thorne and Vance families were old friends, and Damian and Elias had grown up together. But their personalities clashed, and they’d never seen eye to eye.

In the future, they would become bitter rivals over Jason, fighting practically every time they met.

“The auction is about to begin. Mr. Evans, let’s go.”

Damian clearly had no intention of engaging with Elias and turned to leave. I nodded, but couldn’t resist a glance back. Elias didn’t seem bothered by Damian’s cold shoulder, the smile never leaving his lips. But his eyes, fixed on Damian’s retreating back, held a dark, almost imperceptible glint of animosity.

4

After the auction, I called my best friend, Mark, to see if he wanted to grab a drink.

“Josh, have you lost your damn mind?!”

At the bar, Mark stared at me in disbelief when I told him I wanted to divorce Jason.

“Jason was the most sought-after guy in our entire university, a total heartthrob!”

“So many people were dying to be with him, and you, you lucky bastard, you want to divorce him?!”

Mark looked at me, confused. “You’re not even drunk. Why are you talking crazy?”

Of course, I couldn’t tell him about the novel. He’d think I was insane.

He eyed me suspiciously. “Don’t tell me… you’re cheating on him, aren’t you?”

“Get out of here!” I shot back, exasperated. “Am I that kind of guy?”

“I just… I just don’t think we’re a good match.”

To my surprise, Mark didn’t argue with that.

“You know… I’m not entirely surprised you feel that way,” he said with a sigh. “We Betas don’t have pheromones. When an Omega goes into heat, we can’t do anything to help. Over time, it’s bound to cause problems in a relationship.”

“Look around us. How many Betas do you know who actually make it work with an Omega long-term? Most Omegas might date a Beta for a while, but in the end, they almost always end up with an Alpha.”

Mark sighed again. “After all, Omegas and Alphas are… biologically hardwired for each other.”

His words hit me hard. I fell silent.

He was right. In the novel, the first time Jason betrays our marriage is during his heat, when he runs into Damian. They can’t control themselves, and… well, that’s when it all starts.

Bound by a sense of guilt, Jason feels bad about it at first. But he never had strong feelings for me to begin with. In the end, he can’t resist his Omega nature and chooses an Alpha as his partner.

It’s true what they say: no good ever comes from being a simp.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. I picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. The cool liquid seemed to soothe some of the turmoil in my chest.

I waved at the bartender. “Another brandy!”

5

Two drinks later, I was feeling unsteady on my feet. As I stumbled toward the restroom, a cloyingly sweet smell of chocolate hit me.

Why does the restroom smell like chocolate?

Before I could figure it out, a tall, slender figure lunged at me, pinning me against the wall. In that instant, the chocolate scent intensified, thick and overwhelming, wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket. Even through my clothes, I could feel the searing heat radiating from his body.

The alcohol had slowed my reflexes. I stood there, dazed, for a few seconds before I slowly lifted my head.

The man had a wild mane of blond hair, sharp features, and a rebellious air about him. Seeing his familiar face, I frowned.

“You… Zane?!”

Zane was a younger student from my university and my sworn enemy. We were both chasing after Jason back then, and we couldn’t stand each other. He used his family’s money to make my life miserable, always sneering at me with a condescending smirk whenever he saw me. I hated his arrogant attitude.

What I hated even more was that Zane was the second male lead in the novel.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. A jerk like him gets to be with Jason, while I get thrown away like trash in the end?!

“Get off me!” I snarled, trying to shove him away.

But he effortlessly grabbed my wrists. The motion sent a jolt through me, clearing some of the alcoholic haze from my mind. That’s when I noticed that something was seriously wrong with him. His breathing was ragged, his eyes glazed over.

He lowered his head, his lips parting, the warm breath from his mouth getting closer and closer to my neck.

“Oh, crap!”

This bastard was in a rut!

“Are you blind?! Look at me!” I yelled, struggling against his grip. “I’m a Beta!”

He just scowled in frustration, slamming my hands against the wall above my head before lowering his head again.

Betas have glands, but they’re undeveloped and don’t produce pheromones. Without the scent to guide him, Zane couldn’t find my gland. So, in a fit of rage, he just bit down hard on my neck.

The moment his sharp canines pierced my skin, my world went white.

It hurts!

The sharp pain sent a surge of adrenaline through me. I found a burst of strength from somewhere, and seeing an opening, I drove my fist hard into his stomach.

He grunted, his grip finally loosening.

Before he could recover, I scrambled out of the restroom and fled.

It was midnight by the time I got home. The living room was dark, and I assumed Jason was already asleep. But when I flipped on the light, I saw a familiar figure sitting bolt upright on the sofa.

I instinctively clapped a hand over the wound on my neck and forced a sheepish smile. “Why are you still up so late?”

6

On the sofa, Jason was staring at me, his gaze cold and piercing. His long, dark hair was loose, cascading down his back, which only served to accentuate his snow-white skin and ruby-red lips. Under the harsh, cold light, he radiated an eerie, chilling beauty, like a dangerous siren.

Seeing his dark expression, I swallowed nervously.

“What’s… what’s wrong?”

Jason stood up, his face a mask of ice. He always used to lower his head in front of me, projecting an image of gentleness and submission. It was only now, belatedly, that I realized—he was a good half a head taller than me.

“Who were you with tonight?”

“Who else?” I rubbed my nose, feeling a strange sense of guilt. “Just Mark…”

“You’re lying!” Jason’s eyes flashed with anger. “Mark isn’t an Alpha! You reek of some disgusting Alpha’s scent!”

“Those are clearly Alpha pheromones!”

I felt a flush of embarrassment. “Jason, let me explain…”

But his face darkened further. He yanked my hand away from my neck. When he saw the bite mark, his entire body began to tremble, and the expression on his face was more terrifying than anything I had ever seen.

“Josh!”

“Did you sleep with an Alpha?!”

His words were so blunt, so humiliating, that I exploded.

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

But Jason wasn't listening. He seemed to have lost his mind with rage. He dragged me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed, pinning me down. It was only then that I realized how strong he was, nothing like the delicate Omega I had always believed him to be.

“Are you crazy?!” I yelled, trying to push him off.

But he held my hands down, and I couldn't move an inch. He traced the bite mark on my neck, his touch surprisingly gentle, but his voice was chilling.

“A place I’ve been desperately holding back from, a place I couldn't bear to touch… you just let someone else have it so easily?”

A dangerous aura filled the room. Alarm bells screamed in my head, and my body began to tremble under his touch.

“Honey, please, listen to me. It’s just a misunderstanding.”

Jason placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. His voice was a soft whisper.

“Shh…”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

He was smiling, but his eyes were like chips of ice. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Since you say it’s just a misunderstanding, then let me…”

“...conduct a thorough inspection.”

7

Inspection?

What kind of inspection?

Before I could process his words, a warm pressure covered my lips.

“Mmph!”

My eyes flew open. Was Jason… forcibly kissing me?

As our lips and tongues tangled, the potent, intoxicating scent of tequila slammed into me, wrapping around me with an aggressive, domineering force.

Was this… Jason’s pheromone scent?

I was shocked. Because Jason had always claimed to have a gland problem, I had never smelled his pheromones before. I’d always imagined they would be soft and elegant, just like the gentle persona he presented to the world. I never expected them to be so…domineering.

Is this really the kind of scent a sweet, gentle Omega is supposed to have? I was suddenly very confused.

Jason seemed to sense my distraction. He nipped my lip in annoyance, and his hands began to roam over my body, finally settling on a very… private area.

Wait.

Something is very, very wrong here…

Oh my God, is he trying to top me?!

Panic seized me. No, no, no! As a Beta, I absolutely could not let an Omega dominate me! If word got out, I’d never be able to show my face in public again!

With that thought, I tried to sit up and break free. But in the next instant, a strange, searing heat erupted from the gland at the back of my neck, spreading rapidly through my entire body.

What the hell is happening?!

Why was I, a Beta, experiencing symptoms similar to an Omega’s heat?

I froze, completely stunned. My already foggy mind grew even hazier with the rising heat. Under the lamplight, Jason’s beautiful face seemed to become even more alluring.

“Jason…” I managed to choke out his name, my throat dry and tight. Deep inside, a hollow, unfamiliar ache began to grow, an ache that was almost unbearable.

But just then, Jason stopped. He simply watched me, a playful, cruel smile on his lips as he took in my pathetic state.

“Tell me,” he purred, “do you want me to continue?”

How had I never realized what a sadist he was? This was no gentle little rabbit. This was a calculating, vicious wolf.

“Go to hell!” I snarled, glaring at him, refusing to back down. “If you can’t get the job done, I’ll just go find someone else!”

“You dare!”

My words clearly hit a nerve. He yanked me into his arms.

“I was going to be gentle with you…” he hissed, then lowered his head, his sharp canines aimed directly at my gland.

“Ah—!”

My eyes shot open, pupils contracting in agony. Through my blurred vision, I could see Jason’s head buried in the crook of my neck.

I don’t know how long it lasted.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were stained with a shocking smear of red. He stroked the wound on the back of my neck, his expression one of pure satisfaction.

“The mark…” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “...is finally complete.”