For the sake of money, my father forced me to impersonate my twin brother and marry the "Mad Master" of the Montgomery family. The first time we met, he had just casually pulled a knife out of someone else's eye. I thought for sure I’d die at his hands right then. Instead, he shyly hid the knife behind his back and smiled brightly. "Are you my spouse?" Later, this Mad Master, who famously despised being touched by anyone, changed. He insisted on cuddling to sleep and kissing when we woke up. Seeing that the Mad Master had turned into a gentle gentleman, my brother immediately returned. He said: "Asher, you're just a low-tier Omega. You don't deserve him." I looked at Damon Montgomery, who hadn't had an episode in ages, smiled, and let go of his hand. "Tell me, brother. A dog that doesn't need a leash anymore... isn't that just a stray mad dog?" Chapter 1 The first time I saw Damon Montgomery, it was unforgettable. He was calmly pulling a small silver knife out of a subordinate's eye socket. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. He bashfully hid the bloody knife behind his back and flashed me a brilliant, innocent smile. "Are you my spouse?" Damon’s strikingly beautiful face had a few drops of blood splattered across it. He tossed the knife onto the floor and walked quickly toward me. When we were only three steps apart, he suddenly stopped abruptly. It was then that I noticed the heavy iron chain around his ankle. Just then, his older brother walked into the bedroom. Harrison Montgomery looked at the man on the floor howling and covering his eye, and sighed helplessly. After the injured man was carried away, Harrison spoke gravely: "If you don't want to take your meds, don't take them. Why do you have to hurt people?" Damon turned a deaf ear, his gaze fixed intently on me. My spine chilled under his stare. I finally understood why my twin brother, Archer, had run away from this marriage. Chapter 2 Archer and I are identical twins. Except for our pheromone scents, there is almost no difference between us. Our family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Father took a large sum of money from the Montgomery family and agreed to a marriage alliance between the two families. But when Archer found out he was to marry the Montgomery’s second son, he ran off overnight. So, I replaced Archer and was forcibly sent to the Montgomery estate by my father. I learned from the estate manager, Mr. Henderson, that Damon was nearing his "Rut." He suffered from severe Neuro-Sensory Burning Syndrome. During this time, he was extremely prone to fits of violent rage. Even the slightest light would sting his eyes like needles. Tiny sounds entering his ears would become deafening roars. This was why Damon often went "mad." Whenever his Rut approached, the family had to chain him up. I was forced to take care of this madman. Originally, I was terrified. But every time I looked at his face, I would get lost in it and forget my fear. The madman was crazy, but he was truly good-looking. My daily job was to stay in Damon's room, keeping him company while he ate, read, and played chess, waiting for the wedding that wasn't far off. It seemed like a very relaxing job. But that first meeting kept reminding me: That was only because I hadn't yet encountered Damon's full-blown Rut. As Damon’s Rut approached, I became increasingly apprehensive. Even playing chess with him felt distracting. "Checkmate." Damon’s voice sounded right next to my ear. The game was over. I lost faster this time than ever before. Damon propped his chin on his hand, watching me with amusement. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." I averted my gaze, daring not to make eye contact. Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the jade bracelet on my wrist. "That bracelet is really nice. Can you give it to me?" I was restless and had been unconsciously turning the bracelet on my wrist. This bracelet was given to me by Leo Vance. He was the son of our family butler, and grew up with us brothers. When I was despised by my own family, he was the only one who stayed by my side from beginning to end. "This bracelet isn't anything valuable. It’s not worthy of you," I declined tactfully. But my refusal seemed to displease him. Damon’s eyes suddenly went cold. Yet his tone remained smiling. "Is it a gift from someone important?" "No, it's not." Saying that, I stood up to shift the topic. "It's time for dinner." Chapter 3 After dinner, Damon suddenly said he wanted to practice fencing. "I don't know how to fence." "It doesn't matter. I can teach you." Damon handed a foil into my hand, then stood behind me, covering my hand with his. His body pressed tightly against my back. Warm breath hit my ear, making it gradually grow hot. "Relax, don't tense up. Shift your weight back, widen your stance a bit more, yes..." As he spoke, he pulled me backward. In the moment he swung the blade, I lost my balance and fell back onto him. As we fell, I felt a force press my wrist down onto the iron chain on the floor. With a sharp crack, the jade bracelet on my wrist shattered into two halves. I had noticed the chains on the floor since I arrived at the Montgomery house. Mr. Henderson told me that Damon had once gone crazy and nearly killed someone. These chains were prepared specifically for his sensory episodes. Thinking of this, my back went cold, and I hurriedly got up from Damon’s body. "Are you okay?" Damon, however, looked at the broken bracelet on the floor with a look of pity. "Oh no, the bracelet broke." Although he said this, I couldn't hear a trace of regret or apology in his tone. Damon wasn't in a hurry to get up from the floor, either. He lay there, his scrutinizing gaze falling on my face. I looked down at the broken bracelet, silent for a long time. Actually, I should have taken the bracelet off long ago. From the moment I knew Leo disregarded my situation and insisted on helping Archer escape. I should have given up. From the very beginning, I knew. Leo just treated me as Archer's substitute. Because Archer was a superior Omega. And I was just an inferior Omega, who happened to have the exact same face as Archer. I was the perfect replacement. Thinking this, I reached out to pick up the broken pieces. But my hand was suddenly pinned down by Damon. His expression instantly turned dark, and his voice went cold as ice. "It’s broken trash. Do you still want it?" "Broken things should always be thrown in the trash bin and disposed of." Damon was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth curled into a satisfied smile. He didn't let go of me; instead, he pulled me into his arms. Damon hated people touching his body. I remembered Mr. Henderson's warning, and my body instantly went rigid, daring not to move. "You don't need to keep me company for the next few days." "Why?" I looked at him in disbelief. Recently, let alone resting, I was almost required to stay by Damon’s side twenty-four hours a day. If I hadn't resisted strongly, he would have even taken me into the bathroom with him. But now, he was telling me I didn't need to stay with him for a few days. Facing my confusion, Damon smiled and answered irrelevantly: "Can't bear to leave me?" Damon’s hand resting on my waist unknowingly slipped under my shirt. The seemingly absent caress made my body tremble endlessly. "Is this considered a vacation?" The room fell into a strange silence for a moment. Damon gave a short chuckle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Staying with me, is that considered work to you?" I was momentarily lost for words. "Archer, do you really think of yourself as my babysitter? Don't forget, you're here to marry me." I suddenly stared at him. He was my brother's fiancé, and also my fiancé. Father said I was just temporarily filling in for Archer. If Archer softened and was willing to come back, then I would have to leave the Montgomery house. The vague scent of pheromones in the room suddenly became intense. Meeting Damon’s eyes, I was even more certain he was angry. He let go of me, stood up, and said coldly: "Get out." I was kicked out of the room. I felt baffled by Damon's unpredictable moods. Chapter 4 On the way back to my room, I met Mr. Henderson. Since I arrived at the Montgomery house, the frequency of Damon’s episodes had gradually decreased. Perhaps because of this, everyone in the villa was very friendly to me. Seeing me, the butler looked concerned: "Mr. Sloane, the young master's Rut is in a few days. You must be careful. "Try not to let him see light, and do not touch him. I have written down other things on this paper, you must remember them." The old butler's attitude was sincere as he handed me a densely written paper. I had never been treated kindly in my own home. The servants there were all opportunists. They would bully me just to curry favor with Archer. I looked at the precautions written by the butler himself. My chest felt tight. Just a little bit of kindness was enough to move me into a mess. I felt depressed by my own sense of cheapness. But the butler misunderstood me and comforted me repeatedly: "Child, don't worry. If you are afraid, we can discuss it with the elder young master, Harrison, and you don't have to stay with the second master for these few days?" I put the paper in my pocket and shook my head. "No need. Damon said I don't need to go see him for the next few days." Now it was the butler's turn to look at me in disbelief. For the next few days, Damon really didn't call me to his room again. Strangely, I found myself thinking of him from time to time. Everyone said Damon was a madman. But apart from that first meeting, I had never seen him go crazy again. Not only was he not crazy, he was even very gentle... I shook my head, trying to stop those thoughts that shouldn't be there. Shortly after I reported the situation at the Montgomery house to my father, he contacted me. He said Archer was willing to come back and marry Damon. Father warned me: "Asher, play your brother's role well. Don't cause trouble for us." Since childhood, Mom and Dad favored Archer. Almost all the good things fell to him. Just because Archer was a superior Omega. When Mom and Dad named him, they invested many beautiful hopes in 'Archer Sloane'. When it came to me, Father thought for a long time, couldn't come up with a good name, so he just called me Asher. The leftover. I lay on the bed bored, wondering what Damon was doing right now. There was a knock on the door. It was Mr. Henderson. Behind the butler followed two staff members in business attire. They held a case in their hands. When the case opened, it revealed over twenty bracelets inlaid with precious jewels. "These are prepared by the second young master for you, Mr. Sloane." I thought of the bracelet that was accidentally smashed during fencing practice. Looking back, perhaps he broke it on purpose. Why else would he specifically compensate me? I wanted to refuse, but I saw the butler's troubled look. If I refused, they probably wouldn't be able to complete their task. I had to pick one randomly and put it on. But they left all the rest in my room. I looked at the entire case of bracelets, enough to buy my life, and felt a little puzzled. Finally, I decided to take the remaining bracelets and return them to Damon personally.
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