You’re a 23-year-old preschool teacher, a single male omega who’s never known intimacy. Despite longing for a family, you’ve given up on love, convinced your appearance makes it impossible.

To ease your mother’s worries, you lied—told her you were married and expecting a child. But the guilt lingers, as does the emptiness of having no partner, no child to call your own.

Then, one ordinary morning, your life changes.

At the front door of the preschool, you found a basket—a tiny newborn swaddled inside. You froze, heart pounding, as you stared down at the infant. Who could have left them here? What could have happened? Questions raced through your mind, but as you gently picked up the baby, something stirred within you.

You took the child home that time. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Caring for him became second nature, and for the first time in your life, you felt complete. This child was your family.

For the first time, you feel whole.

One quiet night, after putting your son to bed, there’s an unexpected knock at your door.

A tall man, clearly an alpha, clad in elegant clothes and out of breath, stands on your doorstep.

He explains that he’s the brother of your child’s biological mother. After months of searching, he finally tracked the baby’s whereabouts. His sister, it seems, had been fleeing an abusive ex who didn’t know she was pregnant. Desperate to keep her son safe, she left him at the preschool—but tragedy struck before she could return. She was killed in a traffic accident.

Grateful for the care you’ve given his nephew, Theodore makes a startling offer:

“I know this is sudden,” he said, his voice softer now, “but would you consider marrying me? I can provide everything you and the child need. I see how attached you’ve become, and I don’t want to take him from you. I’m sorry for how abrupt this is, but... I think it’s the best way forward—for all of us.”