Turn her into an omega

Chapter 1

At the Federal Saint Dassi Military Academy, on the first day of the new school year, the freshmen wore bright smiles and had eager eyes, filled with anticipation for their future life on campus. Each walked with their heads held high and a confident stride, representing their unwavering goals.

Saint Dassi Military Academy graduates are considered the sharp blades of the Federation.

"Another batch of naive rookies."

"Another group of wolf cubs fighting for scraps!"

A few upperclassmen, huddled together and loosely dressed in their military uniforms, handed out flyers while watching the naive new students with a mix of sympathy and indignation.

"They'll soon realize that after coming here, they’re just stepping stones for others."

"Hey, has anyone differentiated recently?"

"Didn't everyone who was going to differentiate do so last year?"

In the Federation, the age of seventeen to eighteen is the peak period for pheromone differentiation, during which students differentiate into Alphas, Betas, or Omegas. Traditionally, Alphas are known for their strongest combat abilities, while Omegas are weaker but more meticulous. Betas are generally more balanced in all aspects. However, with advancements in technology, the differences among the three are gradually narrowing, and history has seen many outstanding Omegas and Betas who lead as well as Alphas.

Generally speaking, the higher the talent, the earlier the differentiation. However, since a significant number of students only fully differentiate after entering the military academy, freshmen take mixed classes in their first year and can choose specialized courses in their second year.

"Aren't there still a few..."

"Robert!"

"Has he finally differentiated?" The upperclassman with a stack of flyers, who had not noticed that his companions' voices had long disappeared, continued to lament, "If he didn't differentiate soon..."

‘Tap—tap.’

The sound of black military boots striking the gray-white marble floor echoed crisply before finally coming to a stop. The unusually clean shoe surface reflected the increasingly stiff face of the flyer-carrying upperclassman under the sunlight.

The flyer-carrying upperclassman slowly looked up at the military student in front of him. The other student was tall, with a straight back, and looked like a sharp sword. His bangs covered his eyebrows, and his amber eyes looked at him coldly. The military uniform bore a yellow wheat ear badge on the left chest.

That was the exclusive badge of the Discipline Office.

“Robert…” The flyer-carrying upperclassman was startled, dropping the flyers instinctively and hurriedly adjusting his military uniform.

“Disheveled uniform, minus 2 points.” Robert Morgan looked at the scattered flyers with a cold expression and added, “Littering, minus 2 points.”

The upperclassman, finally managing to put on his uniform properly, immediately bent down to pick up the flyers and pleaded, “If I pick them up now, can you not deduct points?”

Each student starts with twenty points every semester, and if their points drop to zero, they face expulsion. The reasons for point deductions at Saint Dassi Military Academy are varied, with most decisions made by teachers and the Discipline Office, led by Robert.

The female Alpha behind Robert raised her holographic computer and scanned the flyer-carrying upperclassman's face. “Have you ever seen points deducted by the Discipline Office being returned? If you want to avoid deductions, follow the academy handbook.”

The flyer-carrying upperclassman, feeling dejected, finished picking up the flyers and stood up, only to see a notification on his wrist computer showing a deduction of 4 points. He was devastated, but he felt a bit better when he noticed that other Discipline Office members had quietly appeared around him, thinking at least he wasn’t alone in getting points deducted. By the time he fully came to his senses, Robert had already left.

Saint Dassi Military Academy is the top academy in the Federation, gathering all the elites. It is the cradle of countless Federation leaders, and all students who make it here are exceptional. This also creates a problem: students at the top military academy are notoriously unruly. To address this, the school established the Discipline Office, composed exclusively of the most capable students.

In short, the Discipline Office comprises the toughest students.

“What’s wrong with not wearing a uniform? Does that mean I need a uniform to win in battle?” A harsh voice suddenly erupted at the school gate, drawing the attention of those around, including the flyer-carrying upperclassman. He stood on tiptoe to see a tall military student trying to enter the school without a uniform, facing off against a member of the Discipline Office.

“Well, well, a new troublemaker, huh? Such audacity!” The flyer-carrying upperclassman clucked, reminiscing about their own past ignorance.

As everyone watched, the military student’s anger escalated, and he eventually attacked the Discipline Office member. The Discipline Office senior, caught off guard by the attack, instinctively stepped back, finding himself at a disadvantage.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, and if one looked closely, the ones gasping were mostly upperclassmen.

The new student’s arrogance was matched by his skill. In just a few moves, he managed to suppress the Discipline Office senior and even emitted a heavy, carbon-fire-like Alpha pheromone, directly attacking and suppressing everyone around. He had already differentiated!

To differentiate early and be so arrogant suggested this new student was someone important.

“Is this your strength without the uniform?” the new student mocked, dodging a chokehold from the Discipline Office senior and delivering a powerful kick to his chest, showing no mercy.

‘Smack!’

A dark shadow flashed by, and the new student’s leg was brutally broken with a sickening c***k.

The flyer-carrying upperclassman watched the slender figure with his hands covering his eyes, letting out a mournful sigh, “Oh my God, that leg must be broken.” He then peered through his fingers, reveling in the unfolding drama.

The new student, his face contorted in pain, glared at the approaching figure, “Two against one? I…”

Before he could finish, his neck was forcefully twisted down by a single hand, and he was slammed against a nearby pillar. The new student, who had previously had the upper hand against the Discipline Office senior, was now utterly defenseless. Feeling dizzy and more disoriented than ever before, he gritted his teeth and swung his arm like a blade at the approaching figure. However, before he could land the blow, his opponent moved forward, grabbed his arm, and twisted it painfully outward.

‘c***k—’

The sound of bones breaking echoed again.

With both his arms and legs broken, the new student’s fighting ability was severely compromised. Robert kicked him over, sending him out of the school gates. He then walked over slowly, saying, “Entering the academy without a uniform, minus 5 points; releasing pheromones in the academy without cause, minus 10 points.”

Robert’s gaze swept over the Discipline Office student who had deducted points and had fought the new student earlier, “I’m deducting 5 points for inadequate management.”

“Yes!” The Discipline Office student immediately deducted his own points without hesitation.

At this moment, the flyer-carrying upperclassman lowered his hands, his eyes fixed excitedly on Robert outside the school gates. It was impressive how Robert, still a freshman who hadn’t differentiated yet, had successfully ‘usurped’ the position of Discipline Office Director from one of the top ten Alpha seniors and reorganized the Discipline Office personnel.

The flyer-carrying upperclassman quickly commented anonymously on a school forum post: “Today, I got 4 points deducted by the Discipline Office Director~”

Within a minute, dozens of comments flooded in, all reading: "Good luck!"

Nowadays, being personally deducted points by the Discipline Office Director was seen as a sign of good fortune in the hidden hierarchy of the top military academy. It wasn’t just about losing a few points; students could make them up in class or competitions. But Robert wasn’t out checking every day.

Unaware of the surrounding buzz, Robert focused on smoothing out the creases in his sleeve, when his peripheral vision caught something unusual.

A stir arose around them again, and the flyer-carrying upperclassman stepped closer to the gate, gasping in awe: “Wow, it’s the first day of school, and the big shots are already here.”

Outside the gate was a sleek black car with its windows rolled down on one side. In the driver’s seat was Tom Rudd, a sophomore who, within just one year, had ranked among the top five on the academy’s red list and was in the top three of the Alpha combat ranking.

However, all eyes were drawn to the passenger seat in the back.

The person in the back had medium-length hair casually tied back, with strikingly well-defined facial features and incredibly attractive eyes that seemed to imprint deeply on anyone who looked. She was facing the school gate, seemingly observing the scene for some time. One hand extended out of the window, holding a cigarette, casually flicking off the ashes. The falling ashes drifted with the wind, landing inside the red line marking the academy's boundaries.

It was Mira, the heir of the Fox family, who had differentiated into a top-tier Alpha at fifteen. It was rumored that her pheromones could suppress all the Alphas currently registered in the Federation, though she had never released her pheromones on campus.

Robert’s gaze fell on the drifting cigarette ash, and he turned to walk toward her.

At that moment, Mira opened the car door, stepping out in black military boots. She closed the door casually, her uniform disheveled and all the buttons undone, leaning lazily against the car. She looked down, took a puff of her cigarette, and slowly exhaled the white smoke.

Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!

After the commotion of the new student’s incident, everyone now focused eagerly on Mira and Robert, who was walking toward her. The excitement was palpable.

Were they finally going to face off?

The Fox and Morgan families, both part of the Military Committee, control different army groups—the Frost Army and the Seventeenth Army—and have long been in fierce competition for military resources. Their rivalry is well-known across the Federation.

Since Mira and Robert entered the academy, many have been eager to see a confrontation between them. Unfortunately, Mira has rarely been on campus, while Robert has yet to differentiate, resulting in no direct encounters between them. Despite this, all signs suggest that Robert will eventually become a top-tier Alpha, though the exact timing remains uncertain. Both students and outsiders are now eagerly anticipating a dramatic showdown.

As Robert approached the red line, he suddenly stopped. His movement caused the cigarette ash to drift outside the red line, no longer within the academy’s boundary.

Mira finished her cigarette with a final puff, flicked the butt into a nearby trash can, and looked up to meet Robert’s amber eyes. She asked casually, “Is there something you need?”

“Disheveled uniform, minus 2 points,” Robert replied calmly.

Mira laughed softly and pointed with her military boot at the red line on the ground, her gesture carrying an almost subtle hint of provocation. “I’m still outside the academy’s area, so it’s not under your jurisdiction.”

“Therefore, no points are deducted,” Robert responded, maintaining his calm and steady gaze, unfazed by her challenge.

The atmosphere became tense, and just as everyone anticipated a fight, Mira straightened up and stood directly in front of Robert. They were of similar height. She looked into his eyes and began buttoning up her military uniform, one button at a time.

The crowd’s excitement quickly faded as it became clear that a confrontation was unlikely.

After adjusting her uniform, Mira finally crossed the red line. As she was about to brush past Robert, she sidestepped him, her face grazing close to his ear.

Robert didn’t notice the seemingly provocative detail. All he heard was a softly spoken, somewhat ambiguous question.

“Robert… why haven’t you differentiated yet?”