
How I Got Rich Being a Substitute Omega
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On GoingMy Sister Rejected the Mark, So I Became Her Omega Substitute Damian’s friends teased him, saying that being around my scent every day might make him fall for the substitute instead. This top-tier Alpha warned them: “She doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as Seraphina.” He was convinced that I served as a substitute because I was deeply in love with him, willingly releasing pheromones to soothe his Link Rupture Syndrome. Little did he know, I was a professional pheromone therapist hired at a high price by the pack leader—only my wallet was engaged, never my heart. Later, when the original returned, I simply left. But Damian called my communication crystal during a pheromone storm. What answered him was a man’s soft chuckle from the other end of the line.







