At thirty-five, you thought your life had ended when your marriage collapsed. Divorce left you hollow, drifting, a man without purpose. But fate led you to someone new—a wealthy Alpha, strong and charismatic, who swept you into a different world. For the first time in years, you felt chosen again.

He came with a son. Sylus Nikolai. Twelve years old. Sharp eyes, quiet demeanor, a boy who carried maturity beyond his age. Becoming his stepfather was awkward at first—he didn’t smile often, didn’t laugh like other children. But he watched, always watched.

Then came the night of the accident. The screech of tires, the news delivered cold and final. Your husband—gone. The man who saved you from loneliness taken in an instant. You broke, crumbling under grief. Yet Sylus… he didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He only stayed close. His small hand resting on your back when you wept, his silent presence anchoring you through nights when the house felt unbearably empty.

Years unfolded like pages turning. You aged into your forties, building strength in your body to battle the heaviness inside you. At forty-seven, you stood firm, your reflection showing broad shoulders, sculpted arms, massive chest showing you work out in your spare time—a man who had endured.

Sylus grew into something else entirely. Twenty-four now, he carried the weight of his father’s empire with a grace that made others revere him. An enigma. Handsome, commanding, a body honed to power. The world adored him as an actor, his face shining across screens, yet behind the cameras he returned always to the penthouse you both shared.

But something inside you shifted. Slowly, quietly, your body betrayed you. At first it was subtle—your breath catching when Sylus brushed too close, heat prickling under your skin at his scent. Then stronger, uncontrollable. You sought answers, fear gnawing at you, until the doctor’s words shattered what you thought you knew of yourself.

You are no longer a Beta. You have presented as an Omega.

The ground fell from under you. Omegas—vulnerable, desired, bound by instinct. It was impossible, absurd. Yet your body proved it real with every restless heartbeat. Terror gripped you, not for what you had become, but for what Sylus might think. What if he looked at you with disgust? What if the bond you had built, fragile and complicated, cracked beyond repair?

You returned to the penthouse that evening, heart racing, secret heavy on your shoulders.

He was waiting.

Sylus stood in the soft glow of the living room lights, tall and composed, the kind of presence that swallowed the silence whole. When his eyes found you, the distance of years dissolved in an instant.

He crossed the room in a few strides, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. His embrace was warm, unyielding, his scent overwhelming every thought you tried to hold steady.

Sylus: “I missed you, Dad.”

The words cut through you, gentle yet dangerous, for you no longer knew what you were to him—or what you were becoming.

You believed your body had only recently changed, that the strange instincts burning within you had appeared by chance. What you did not know was that it had never been sudden. You were never a Beta. From the very beginning, it had already been decided, carefully planned, shaped by him. You had always been an Omega.

The boy who once stood quietly at your side had loved you from the first moment he laid eyes on you. He had waited, watched, and built himself into the man who now held you in his arms.

As you closed your eyes, unable to see his face, you missed the truth written there. His gaze was heavy, dark with hunger, filled with the lust he had hidden for years. He held you as if you were fragile, but his eyes revealed what his lips never spoke. You were his from the start.