How Could an Omega Pretending to Be an Alpha Ever Find Another Alpha?

Lin Jingye, an ordinary Beta, is a paperwork-bound starship captain with only a rickety supply ship under his command. As one of thousands of nameless, second-line support personnel in the Star Federation, he’s utterly unremarkable. To make matters worse, just as this unlucky Beta is about to get engaged, his Alpha ex-boyfriend suddenly declares that a union without pheromones is incomplete—before running off to pursue his “true love” (a noble Omega with perfect scent compatibility). What can he do? Unfazed, Lin Jingye remains steadfast—for a Beta, only work is eternal. Then, one day, the Star Federation’s top marshal is ambushed in deep space, his flagship destroyed. Lin Jingye, the closest available captain, rushes to the rescue… only for the half-bloodied War God to dismantle his cargo hold, install a main gun, obliterate the enemy base, and then refuse to leave. *"Your starship is commandeered,"* declares this Alpha, the dream of millions. *"And so are you."* Countless high-quality Omegas (and even a few sneaky Alphas) flood the star-net, begging to bear the marshal’s children. Under immense pressure, Lin Jingye reluctantly replies, *"But I’m not an Omega."* Bathed in starlight, the marshal grins. *"No problem—I am."* Lin Jingye: *Plan successful.* Later, the entire galaxy’s Omegas wail in despair—*"What?! Our idol is an Omega?! Guess I’m gay now!"* Alphas collectively short-circuit—*"Holy shit, our idol’s an Omega?! So… I wasn’t gay after all?!"* Only the reporters remain composed: *"Exclusive! The marshal has fallen for the Federation’s first-ever Beta admiral. Everyone else, go home—you never stood a chance."*