Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Feeling remorseful

Omegas, delicate and highly sensitive to pheromones, experienced periods of estrus that left them vulnerable and in need of protection. In this world, Omegas were often treated like porcelain, their value seen primarily in their ability to form strategic marriages and alliances. They were cherished and safeguarded, but their roles were largely confined to the domestic sphere.

Xiang Yu was the son of the imperial lord, the future heir to the Republic. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

He remembered the genetic testing, the moment when the imperial lord learned that his children had a heightened chance of becoming Omegas. The imperial lord’s ambition was fierce. He would not let power slip away, not after all he had done and the blood he had spilt. In a cold determination, he took his children and, using an unapproved method, forcibly transformed them both into Alphas. The risks were high, and the pain was excruciating.

His half-sister, Peng Xiu, turned into a Beta. But Xiang Yu? He emerged as a high-grade Alpha, an SS rank, but not without dire consequences. The memories of his occasional mental breakdowns and pheromone disorders surged back, a reminder of the torment he endured. He remembered the times he was locked away, unable to control the chaos within him, and the pain that felt like it would tear him apart.

To manage Xiang Yu’s spiralling condition, the imperial lord had taken Han Xin, Xiang Yu’s attendant, and injected him with pheromone disruptors, forcing Han Xin’s body to mimic that of an Omega. The memory of Han Xin restrained on the bed, suffering for Xiang Yu’s sake, burned in his mind. Each time Xiang Yu bit his gland, Han Xin’s body bore the brunt of the damage, the agony turning him into a shadow of himself.

Xiang Yu felt guilt wash over him. The drugs had made Han Xin dependent on him, a poison that kept him functioning but at a grave cost. Han Xin was not just an ordinary attendant; he was the late imperial lord’s son, a truth buried deep beneath layers of deception. Xiang Yu remembered the story Han Xin grew up with, that he was found in a trash heap and raised in an orphanage until the imperial palace took notice of him.

Han Xin had been meant for greatness, meant to sit on the throne ruling the Republic. Instead, he was reduced to an attendant, forced to appease Xiang Yu’s aggressive ruts. The memory of that fateful clash with the Federation came rushing back. Han Xin had been presumed dead, sacrificing himself for Xiang Yu. But he had survived, rescued by Peng Xiu, who revealed the truth.

In his mind, Xiang Yu saw Han Xin rise as a force against tyranny, establishing a resistance that shook both the Republic and the Federation to their core. The memory of Xiang Yu’s wedding to Princess Sienna flashed before him, the bloodbath that ensued when Han Xin captured him. The terror of being tortured for the rest of his life was palpable.

The imperial lord had met his end, his body preserved and displayed as a warning. The war escalated, and Han Xin turned the tides against the Federation. The memories clashed in a chaotic whirlwind, each one a dagger in Xiang Yu’s heart. And then, the final blow, the betrayal of the Federation, the unexpected death of the princess, and Han Xin’s ultimate rise to power, crowned by Peng Xiu as his empress.