I'm not saying that to move myself. I did them to move him, because that was how I eventually won him over.
At least, that's what I personally think.
I found a hospital willing to implant an artificial Omega gland in me. An Alpha can easily die if their gland is removed, but adding another gland is much safer. At worst, there would be rejection.
At least, that's what the people at the research institute told me.
It was an experimental innovation. Omegas were becoming increasingly rare, and artificial Omega glands were bound to become the future. I contacted them in advance and managed to get the opportunity at a low price. I didn't even let my family know.
I used Alpha suppressants, so Shang Yu could only smell the scent produced by my artificial Omega gland. I couldn't smell it myself. Shang Yu later told me it smelled like alcohol—a scent that made his heart race and left him intoxicated.
I felt a little guilty. I'd stolen a coat saturated with his Alpha scent and used it when the gland was made, precisely so its scent would be compatible with his.