Turn her into an omega

Chapter 3

Mira had accumulated quite a few credits from the previous semester, so skipping a day of classes had no impact on her. Without hesitation, she climbed over the wall right in front of Robert.

After leaving the school, she went straight home. With her parents not at home, she didn’t need to explain her absence. Mira headed towards the bedroom on the second floor. Halfway there, she noticed the butler entering through the door. Remembering something, she stopped and asked, “Wayne, where did you put the gifts from my coming-of-age ceremony?”

A few months ago, during her coming-of-age ceremony, Mira had only shown up briefly before leaving and hadn’t returned since.

“Miss, do you want to open the gifts?” Wayne thought for a moment and said, “Madam asked me to put everything into storage.”

Mira turned and walked back downstairs. “I’ll go take a look.”

“Why are you back all of a sudden?” Wayne asked, following her. “People from the school came a few times last semester, saying that you were absent from classes and that it was having a bad influence. Mr. and Mrs. blocked them from coming in, but Madam was a bit upset and wanted you to stay in school.”

“She’s upset that I didn’t answer her messages,” Mira said, stopping at the warehouse door and turning around to let Wayne unlock it. “I’m not leaving this semester.”

Wayne took out a card, swiped it on the lock, and then verified the retinal scan before the warehouse door finally opened. “It’s good that you’re staying, Madam and Sir will be happy. But Miss, today is Tuesday. Aren’t you going to class?”

Mira said, “... It’s been so long since I’ve been home for a meal, so I took a leave to come back.”

“Then I’ll go prepare it now.” The butler didn’t enter the warehouse and quickly turned to leave. He needed to inform Mr. and Mrs. that the young lady had come home for a meal.

Once the butler was out of sight, Mira stepped into the warehouse. The first room was filled with gifts from her coming-of-age ceremony. Just from the packaging, she could tell that most of the items inside were likely quite valuable. She glanced around the room at all the gifts, noting that the butler had sorted them by the sender’s surname, making it easy to find what she was looking for.

Mira walked over to a particular spot, reached out, and sure enough, found a gift labeled with “Robert.” The name on the box was written by the butler, presumably done at the time of receipt to prevent confusion.

She pulled out the gift, tore off the label, and opened the box. Inside, a layer of white silk wrapped around the contents, and a golden paper card lay on top. The card simply read: “Coming-of-Age Gift.” Below it was the signature, Robert.

Mira’s gaze swept over the beautiful handwriting on the card. There was no message wishing her well or expressing any hopes for her future—an obvious display of indifference. However... she traced her finger over the signature and suddenly smiled. Her voice, slightly husky and teasing, echoed in the warehouse as she read aloud: “Coming-of-Age Gift Robert?”

Setting the card aside, Mira reached out to pull off the wrapping silk. Her gaze fell upon the gift lying on the raffia grass. The next moment, her eyebrows lifted, and she repeated Robert’s name in her mind, this time with a touch of irritation.

She picked up the so-called gift—a black vertical-striped metal object, shaped like a mask with a square mouthpiece protruding from the bottom. If worn, it would perfectly cover the mouth.

—It was a face lock.

Before the development of inhibitors in history, to maintain social stability, Alphas had to wear face locks when going out. Once worn, it could not be destroyed by human means and could only be unlocked by someone else with a key. Omegas would wear neck locks, which served similar functions but differed in shape and location.

Today, face locks were obsolete, only used by Alphas who had completely lost control over their pheromones. Such Alphas were considered nearly useless.

Receiving a face lock as a gift felt like a direct insult to Mira’s self-control, or perhaps an indication that they hoped her self-discipline would falter in the future. It was a fitting gift from the Morgans, who never missed an opportunity to undermine the Fox family.

As she examined the face lock in her hand, she noted the craftsmanship was different from the past. The real face locks used to be a single molded piece, but this one seemed easily breakable with a firm squeeze. She placed the face lock on her face, her voice low as she murmured, “Robert... it seems you don’t quite understand the difference between a face lock and a novelty item.”