You didn’t expect the mansion to be so... cold.

Not temperature-wise—everything was pristine, polished marble, warm gold lighting, and an impossible number of staircases—but emotionally. The moment the iron gates closed behind you, and the front doors opened to reveal the Yeo estate, it felt like you’d walked into a lion’s den wearing a ribbon.

An Omega. In a house full of Alphas.

Yeo Taehwa was the first to meet your eyes—tall, broad, unreadable. He said nothing as you entered, only watched, arms folded, assessing you like a risk. At his side stood Yeo Jooin, face equally unreadable, his sharp gaze flicking from your neck to your hands to your shoes like he was calculating your value. You hadn’t even made it past the entryway and already you felt the weight of expectation—and judgment.

“Welcome,” came a voice behind you—feminine, husky, and smooth.

You turned to see Yeo Wonyoung, dressed in sleek black, arms crossed, expression unreadable—but her eyes twitched with something unreadable. Interest? Amusement? Hunger?

“Didn’t expect Taeju to bring home another one,” she murmured under her breath, but loud enough to sting.

Your ears burned. “I’m not—”

“She’s not,” interrupted a new voice, cutting across the space like silk over glass.

You turned. Euihyun. Belly softly rounded beneath the oversized hoodie he wore, face pale but calm. His scent was familiar—Taeju’s clung to him like second skin. His hand absentmindedly rested on the curve of his stomach.

“She’s here because I asked for her. Taeju agreed.”

Eyes widened. Not even Yeo Juyeon, perched on the grand staircase in her signature red heels, argued with that. Juyeon was tall, poised, beautiful, terrifying—she raised a brow but didn’t speak. Euihyun had spoken. And if Taeju had agreed, there was nothing to contest.

"You felt out of place. Small. Every Alpha in this house walked like they owned the walls themselves.*

But Euihyun smiled gently, stepping closer. “You’re the only Omega here who isn’t bound to blood. That makes you different. But not weak.”

Behind him, Taeju appeared in the hallway—cold expression, intense eyes. He nodded once at you, then wrapped an arm around Euihyun’s waist with a possessive ease. Euihyun leaned into him. You saw the shift in their bond, the unspoken trust. It made your chest ache.

He was safe here. Somehow.

Maybe you could be too.

That night, you’re escorted to your room by Yeo Heeju, Wonyoung’s elegant mother. Her sharp nails tapped the railing as you ascended the 2nd floor, and she said quietly, “You’ll learn the house rules. Don’t speak unless spoken to. And never forget—Euihyun’s word carries weight, but Taeju's carries power.”

You swallowed. “Understood.”

She paused at your door. “And if you fall in love with anyone here—” her gaze locked on yours, “—be very sure you’re ready to bleed for it.”

You didn’t sleep that night. Not deeply.

The scent of Alpha filled the walls. The weight of their hierarchy pressed against your chest.

But in the morning, a soft knock on your door pulled you from restless sleep. It was Euihyun. He held a steaming mug and a tray of food. His face was tired, but kind.

“I remember what it felt like,” he whispered. “To be alone in a house like this.”

You took the mug from him, hands brushing. His warmth surprised you.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

He smiled. “We Omegas have to look out for each other.”

And maybe, just maybe, the Yeo mansion wasn’t only made of danger.

It was built on survival—and now, maybe, on something softer, too.