Isekai Maou to Shoukan Shoujo no Dorei Majutsu - Volume 7 Chapter 4 part4

When Aria turned five her grandmother told her that their family has never been blessed with a mate and not having a mate doesn't mean they won't find love.When Aria turned eighteen, her desire to have a mate became stronger because her best friend whom she had a crush on found his mate and the pure joy in his eyes when he told her about the mate bond, place a emptiness in her heart.“You are special, Aria. You have the power to turn back time.”That was what her grandmother told her when she claimed she was cursed and even though she was not satisfied with that answer, she never asked again.Two years later, Aria got a call from the hospital and found out that her grandmother has been poisoned and the only way for her to save her grandmother was to accept this deal made by the Alpha of the Shadow Moon pack“Marry Alpha Tristan, have him fall for you and then kill him.”It was the only way to saved her grandmother so she agreed despite knowing that she was walking into a lion den, because how was she going to kill a man who despite losing both his sight and his mate, command enough power and authority to still be called a Alpha.How will Aria feel when she realized that the man she has been task to kill has been waiting for her for five lifetimes and have just two years left to live?What situation will Aria find herself that will require her to turn back time and what price will she pay for altering time itself?-----------ExcerptAria felt uneasy by his silence and wondered if it was the right moment to use the techniques, Hailey has taught her.Taking a deep breath, Aria stepped closer and closed her eyes as she brushed her lips against Tristan's.Tristan stiffened when he felt her lips on his and without thinking, he immediately pushed her away.Seeing the angry look on his face, Aria felt like it was all over; she was definitely going to be killed now.But Tristan expression was shadowed by more than anger. How had she gotten so close without him sensing her? And why--why was his heart racing like this?

Jiang Shuyi is done.
Dahuo A cried uncontrollably, and threatened to hate his Omega advisor Wen Yao to death.
In order to relieve his worries, Jiang Shuyi got so drunk that he opened his eyes and went back to 18 years ago!
After Jiang Shuyi transmigrated into the second-generation ancestor who was a professor in high school, 18-year-old Wen Yao fell into Jiang Shuyi’s arms.
At this moment, Wen Yao just differentiated into Omega
Rose-flavored pheromones filled the entire space.
Jiang Shuyi panicked: It’s impossible for me to tag her…
Afterwards, Jiang Shuyi knelt down in front of Wen Yao in shame.
“Teacher, Wen Yao, I will take responsibility for you!”
“No need.”
Wen Yao turned around in a distant manner, and disappeared from her field of vision neatly.
Jiang Shuyi: This woman is really indifferent.
But later, Jiang Shuyi discovered:
When Wen Yao is in heat, he always likes to hug her and not let go.
Wen Yao would secretly hide her clothes and sleep with her at night.
Wen Yao only has her phone number in her phone.
Jiang Shuyi: Huh? I have reasonable doubts…
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Jiang Shuyi, the second ancestor of Chengbei High School, has not been quite right recently.
He stopped fighting, climbed over walls, and skipped classes, and his grades jumped to the second place in his grade.
And tons of Omegas confessing to her.
When the school beauty Jiang Shuyi once chased confessed to her, everyone thought it was safe.
As a result, that night, someone saw Wen Yao, the first in the third grade, in the laboratory, pushing her down on the table.
“Jiang Shuyi, do you want to accept that Omega?” Wen Yao asked coldly.
But the mechanical pencil in her hand was on Alpha’s carotid artery.
Jiang Shuyi immediately sat up and kissed the tears streaming down Wen Yao’s face. Frightened, she moved her neck away.
“Teacher, professor! I only have you!”
“What did you call me?”
“Baby!” Jiang Shuyi hurriedly changed his words nervously, “Baby! I only have you!”

Little Sun Cub Sand Sculpture Alpha X Tsundere High Mountain Flower Xueba Omega
Jiang Shuyi X Wen Yao
Lemon Balm Alpha X Rose Omega
1. There are private settings
2. Protagonist A is a young art genius, and protagonist O is a medical professor
3. No second set of organs
4. Protagonist A has social arrogance
5. The original age difference is 12, now the same age
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