It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife! - Chapter 824: ALIA IS WAITING FOR HIM

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Xiao Wu.

Listen, brother, here are some of my experiences-

Don’t listen to what it says when you fight with the dragon, just fight until it dies;

It’s a little more troublesome to beat the goblin, it’s better not to let it see you, you have to shoot the black gun;

It’s a word to engage in orcs, naked!

If the devil dares to come to trouble, he will break his horns, and he will kneel;

Okay, I’m going to fight at the bar now, I’ll write more about the introduction when I get back

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If an ancient scholar searches through the mists of history, he or she will find such an existence:Pope of the night,Angel of the Creator,The hidden emperor of the empire,…He is also the perfect mentor;Wanmen’s guidance,The original source of pain...No one knows where he came from, only that he was born with knowledge and has been with him for years.Let us chant his honorable name together:Spirit of truth, pure man, master of dreams, supreme beyond all eternity

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+]An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing.An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his.An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade.Synopsis:In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood.However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries.But after taking too many lives, Ren couldn’t bear the guilt and the nightmares haunting him. He escaped and crossed the border into Ravhara kingdom, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their general, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances.Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there.Him? An Omega in heat?But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have a scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity.And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting.Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared.How long can Ren keep his identity buried?And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched?DISCLAIMER:This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination.Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously.This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea.And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them.Enjoy the read!

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