In the end, Alina could comprehend that she died at twenty-four and reincarnated into another world beyond her own home, planet Earth.
Soon to discover it was inside a BL novel her dearest friend had written. A world where humans weren't merely ordinary, but humans that could possess magic abilities and a second gender—Alpha, Beta, or Omega.
A fantasy ABO world. Preferably, the omegaverse.
A place that revolved around her kind and loving fraternal twin brother, Gavin de Grazen. The male protagonist of the story. A story of his, which she was now a part of, along with his harem of devilish alphas.
A path Gavin had no choice or say in. Only to be claimed by those savage bastards in the original story.
Amidst of it all, Alina quickly adapted to her new environment and family. A loving, caring, and functional family of four.
Something Alina and her brother Jaxon didn't have in her past life as foster children.
Fortunately, as time passed, her new family and the household's people didn't come to question Angelina's sudden change of character.
They simply dismissed it as a lesson Angelina had learned from leaving the residence without permission or with any supervision.
A huge relief for Alina, who replaced the young noble lady of the house.
Shortly after, the Marquess had explained that she had run off to a forest near the family residence.
The reason behind her actions was that the original Angelina had been curious about a mythical plant. A mysterious herb that one day had magically grown there.
However, none of them knew what had happened to her after her search for it. They only found her completely unconscious and lying in the forest's greenery with zero injuries.
A strange occurrence.
Seemingly, the body she possessed was a stubborn and childish noblewoman, but wasn't a bad person. Merely a spoiled young lady with a silver spoon, who got anything she ever wanted because of her loving family.
Even so, Alina could only frown at a written factor in the story, despite the love and richness she freely lived off. The problem was an unstoppable and inconvenient event in the novel.
The encounter with her brother's future red flag harem.
Right now, she sat on a velvet chair facing the balcony window of the pastel pink bedroom where she slept. Her slender fingers tapped the edge of the armchair, displaying her anxious mind.
"Tsk. What should I do? We're bound to meet those sick bastards sooner or later."
She hissed, clear distaste in her soft voice. As a bad habit, she bit the tender flesh of her bottom lip while glancing at the rainy night sky from the glass panels.
Truthfully, she dreaded her future encounter with those obsessive lunatics. She knew it was bound to happen, yet she articulated various obstacles and challenges to interrupt such an outcome of these past months.
Mainly, to prevent those lunatics from meeting her innocent brother in person.
However, she couldn't stop their curiosity from ever growing regarding her infamous brother. The ongoing gossip surrounding his astonishing beauty and amazing talent would make it hard for her to prevent such a union.
Suddenly, her soft features scowled at another unlucky factor. One that could complicate her solid plans.
"Curse that damned royal ball. It's going to ruin everything. Just the luck I need."
This time, Angelina stood up and gripped at the inked papers she had written on the coffee table moments before.
'The royal ball is going to be held next week at the imperial palace. I can't avoid the grand event. I'm required to go as the Marquis' daughter. Tsk. I can't even feign having a sickness, either.'
Despite her wishes not to go, she had to make her first social appearance to the aristocratic society. Precisely, to introduce herself as a 'new version' of her womanly self.
Originally, during the coming of age at eighteen, a young lady makes her official debut at social events to reveal her second gender. However, Angelina de Grazen hadn't made her public debut as a twenty-year-old noblewoman.
In the novel's world, a second gender presents itself to a person when they turn sixteen. Entirely different from many Omegaverse stories Alina has read in her past life, where someone is automatically born with their second gender since birth.
In fact, it doesn't take much for a person to guess what someone's second gender may be because of a person's characteristics.
Since magic exists, the novel's people can later get a second gender, and their reproductive system can change afterwards.
It merely depends on what their second gender is for their body to change, so they can attract and suit the opposite second gender for procreation. A total norm for everyone in the world.
Still, a few moments after Alina had awoken, the family's doctor had informed everyone in room of her omega status.
'No. There is a way..'
Her fists clenched the silky fabric of her nightgown as the sound of rain became more intense than before.
Before her transmigration into the fictional world, Gavin's sister hadn't presented herself with a second gender, not until Alina had appeared.
At first, it alarmed the Marquis about Angelina's lateness because she showed no signs of a second gender. She emitted no pheromones as either an Alpha, Omega, or Beta.
Even throughout time, her scent glands were nonexistent anywhere on her body.
In the end, the Marquis and Marquee had no choice but to decide her second gender by secretly recording her as a Beta. Only until their beloved daughter would manifest it, which that day eventually came after Alina had possessed her body.
"If I don't do something, the entire empire will come to know I'm an Omega. All because of the empire's infamous ball. I can't continue to rely on those bloody rumors about me being a Beta anymore."
Due to Angelina's absence on attending various social gatherings and grand events, gossip had spread like wildfire about why that was.
Most of the nobles' rumors were about her second gender.
The first half suspected she was a Beta, just like her respected mother, the Marquess de Grazen. Still, they assumed her family was ashamed or disappointed in her Beta status because they expected her to be an Alpha like her father.
The second half was about the Marquis's daughter having poor health. It led many to believe it was the reason she didn't attend any social gatherings because of her fragile body. The notion came about after crucial news spread regarding Angelina's complex birth many years ago.
Honestly, the rumors worked in Alina's favor, but things were different for her now. The upcoming imperial ball could be the very thing to ruin her peaceful and prosperous life if she fails to keep her second gender hidden.
Unfortunately, the moment she appeared and awoke in the novel's world, her feverish body instantly manifested her second gender as an Omega.
Just like herself, the eyes of the individuals inside the bedroom shook in relief, yet in fear of what was to come. Specifically, her parents and brother, who were the most shaken by what was supposed to be good news.
At that given moment, she couldn't comprehend the situation and merely looked at everyone in the room weirdly, not long before she fainted from the distress and sudden discomfort coming from her heating body.
'It's okay. I just need to keep this fancy choker on and take my heat suppressants. However, I can't hide my omega pheromones. I need that darn plant to block out the scent.'
Fortunately, in the Divine Empire, heat suppressants are legal for omegas to consume. It's seen as a medicine to keep an Omega in 'good shape', unlike other novels she's read.
The nobles view them as an excellent remedy to help omegas stay in control of themselves. Specifically, so they won't trigger an unwanted or random heat cycle at a social gathering or a public viewing event.
A beneficial supplement that prevents chaos from breaking out between senseless alphas, who are outrageously fighting their way to claim—attack—an Omega.
When omegas are in heat, their pheromones increase to the max, which triggers an Alpha's rut and makes them lose complete control of their common sense.
A dangerous result of an Omega's heat and a crucial thing to happen.
Regardless, heat suppressants are not an implement to hide an Omega's identity. If one were to utilize them for such an act, they'd be committing a serious crime against the imperial law.
Approaching the balcony doors, her golden eyes narrowed when she looked upon a certain area outside of the residence.
'That forest must have what I need. The flower.'
Of course, Alina knew the key to hiding an Omega's pheromones. An extinct and special flower that would be made into a perfume. A scent blocker for omegas.
A fragrance created by none other than her twin brother, Gavin. Originally, he was the person who created the perfume for himself to hide his Omega identity, along with the help of heat suppressants.
As the story's description of him, he was beyond talented and flawless that he literally perfected the remedy his first try without any difficulty or sort of failure.
'But... I can't go out and search for it at the moment. The weather is telling me otherwise.'
She had her suspicions that the flower was truly somewhere in the forest Angelina had stumbled upon before her tragic death.
Unfortunately, she couldn't go to the forest tonight, but the next day would be the sole time she could sneak out without getting caught by anyone.
After all, she was being monitored at all times because of Angelina's careless behavior on sneaking out. Her family became extremely protective after the incident.
However, the matter was urgent. She didn't have much time until the grand occasion would take place. Momentarily, going against her family's wishes didn't matter. Not if it meant being tied down to some obnoxious Alpha.
Plus, there shouldn't be any problem as long as she doesn't get caught.
"The gown fittings for the imperial ball is tomorrow. Meaning, there won't be much time to sneak out during the day. It seems like the nighttime is the only best option I have."
A sigh escaped her rosy lips as her golden orbs glanced over the gorgeous decorated bed. She noticed that her flimsy muscles had become tight and stiff from sitting far too long on the chair.
Clearly, her slender, fragile body craved the soft touch of the mattress. An indication for her to go to sleep and rest. To make use of the remaining hours she had left before dawn arrived.
'A long, crucial day awaits tomorrow.'
At that, she did so and slept like a log after getting rid of her evidence—her notes, which contained details about the plot and story events of the novel.