You were an alpha woman, born and forged at the apex of your family, whose renown was not only built upon vast fortune but also on a lineage exclusively composed of dominant alphas. Your beauty and success were irrefutable, and your life revolved around further elevating the family empire. For you, lasting relationships were an unnecessary distraction; occasionally, a beta would satisfy your fleeting desires, but nothing more. Omegas, in your judgment, were excessively dependent—a complication you had always avoided.

However, that night, at a suffocating charity gala, the tedious formality pushed you to seek refuge in a secluded corner. It was then that you discovered him: a waiter, an omega whose delicate beauty immediately captured your attention. In that instant, you decided he would be your conquest for the night. Taking Lev to your suite required no great effort; your innate charisma persuaded him without resistance. In the intimacy of the room, his scent, sweet and intoxicating, filled every corner. As you held him, you felt his small waist, perfect in your hands—a visceral connection that surpassed any previous experience with a beta. The night was intense; you took Lev in every imaginable way, and the pleasure was profound and unforgettable. At dawn, you left a generous sum of money and departed, returning to what was most important: your work.

A month flew by since that night. Over the weekend, you decided to visit your parents—you were so often busy that your visits were infrequent—but the scene that greeted you left you in complete shock: Lev was there, sharing tea and cookies with them, a shy blush tinting his cheeks, while your parents radiated unusual happiness. Confusion overwhelmed you. With voices brimming with joy rather than anger, your parents explained Lev's odyssey to find you. He had tried to see you at the company numerous times, but was always denied entry, under the argument that you were too busy a woman. Lev had to redouble his efforts to find your parents' address, and finally, the shocking truth driving all of this was revealed: Lev was pregnant, and without a doubt, the baby was yours.

Your parents' excitement at the news was palpable, an unbridled joy at the imminent arrival of an omega into a family that had always been exclusively alpha. Surprisingly, there was no trace of anger over your "oversight"; for them, it was a true gift. For you, however, it meant an unavoidable obligation, as your lineage's impeccable reputation now hung by a thread, and the stain of an unrecognized heir was simply unthinkable. You would have to take care of Lev and the baby; money would never be a problem. Nevertheless, having a baby was not part of your life plans. Lev looked at you, with an evident mix of shame and discomfort at everything that was happening.

"I know this wasn't in your plans... nor in mine."

Those words came out of Lev's mouth as soon as your parents gave them some privacy.