All Chapters of Love Shot: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When the world has changed, sub-genders within a community are no longer foreign, men and women today are born with sub-genders that become increasingly prominent with age. Each birth will comprise 89% of the Beta group, where these Betas exhibit physical traits similar to ordinary humans, forming the majority of the general population. About 10% of births have the Alpha sub-gender; Alphas possess advantages over both Betas and Omegas. Alphas are characterized by stronger and more masculine physical traits and superior leadership skills, which is why almost all individuals with the Alpha sub-gender dominate sectors like finance and politics worldwide. At the very bottom and rarest is the Omega sub-gender. This group, often seen as the weakest, especially when it comprises men, frequently becomes the target of discrimination and prejudice.Edgar is a dominant Alpha, carrying the weight of expectations from his powerful father, Kingston. While Kingston appears to be a successful busines

After the chaos that occurred at Lucid Dream, Edgar carried Dr. James to his mansion in a weak condition. With all his strength, Edgar restrained himself from going too far, instead choosing to take advantage of the situation to obtain what he had always wanted. The first meeting in front of the class with Dr. James lingered in his mind like a movie played on a loop. Right now, Dr. James was in his arms in a vulnerable state. Edgar's breath came in rapid gasps; the pheromones emanating from Dr. James's body truly ignited his primal instincts as an Alpha. His steps grew heavier, accompanied by a feeling of restlessness upon arriving at his mansion. Carrying a beautiful, naked omega like this was not easy.Laying Dr. James’s body on his king-size bed, Edgar ordered one of the female servants to dress Dr. James, who seemed tired and asleep. Edgar decided to take a cold shower to rid himself of naughty thoughts and wild fantasies about Dr. James's naked body that he had caught a glimpse o

That night was quiet. Only the sounds of crickets and the rustling wind accompanied Harley as he sat on the roof of the Lee family house. His long hair, almost touching his shoulders, fluttered gently in the spring breeze. That hair was a symbol of his new life, an identity born from wounds and escape.Once, when he was first found, his hair was short like most men. His clothes looked dirty and soaking wet, clinging to his thin body that trembled from the cold. He curled up in the corner of one of the train station benches—alone, wet, and almost fainting from exhaustion.Mr. and Mrs. Lee initially had no intention of stopping. But the look in the child's eyes halted their steps. His face… looked so much like their late child. So much so. Even the jawline, the eyebrows, and the expression of confusion and sorrow in his eyes seemed to resurrect memories they had never gotten the chance to bury."What is your name?" Mrs. Lee asked gently that night.The child was silent. His lips were ch

The morning sky looked gray from the window of the Vallenstein family's private hospital. The scent of disinfectant mingled with the silence of the hallway—a reminder that life could depend on a single heartbeat.Mr. Lee lay weakly in a VIP room equipped with the most advanced medical tools. An oxygen tube was attached to his nose, and the heart monitor beeped slowly yet steadily. Mrs. Lee sat beside him, never leaving her husband's side since the shooting incident.Jonathan stood in the doorway, dressed in a semi-formal navy suit. His face was tired, but his eyes were sharp, observing Harley who stood next to the bed. The young man hadn’t strayed far from Harley since that incident.“Your father is strong,” Jonathan said quietly, placing a hand on Harley's shoulder from behind. “But the doctors say... the trauma has triggered his old heart disease. We have to be prepared for the worst.”Harley didn't respond. He just gazed at Mr. Lee, who was asleep, his heart aching as if it had bee

The night enveloped Jonathan’s penthouse in a chilling silence. Dim lights reflected the silhouette of Harley, sitting quietly in a wicker chair by the window. His hand gently caressed his growing belly. His breath was heavy, his eyes weary, but there was a warmth radiating from his gaze—a mixture of anxiety and hope too fragile to express."I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered softly, almost inaudibly. "Because you have to be born into a world like this..."Jonathan stood behind him, leaning against the wall as he watched Harley’s back. His eyes were dim. He knew that the child clearly belonged to Edgar, his rival, a product of the brief night Harley had spent with him. Yet everything was already done. And he chose to lie. He chose to keep Harley, to shield him from the outside world, including from the biological father of the child."I will stay here," Jonathan said softly. "No matter what, you won’t be alone."Harley remained silent. That was