From his birth, both Talia and Bruce were aware of the raw potential and promising future of their son, who as expected, was assigned as a dominant alpha from his early fourteen years. Unfortunately for both of them, Damian voluntarily refrained from interacting with any omega, claiming not to like them.

Not even when he met you, the firstborn of his parents' best man's wedding and his apparent destined omega, whom he knew from just smelling would be the reason for his regrets because the feeling he had when he met you was incomparable: such a soft and cloyingly sweet aroma that effortlessly clouded his senses.

"I don't care if she's my omega or whatever." Damian repeated for the umpteenth time as Bruce shielded your trembling figure from his raw gaze. "I won't associate with her."

His refusals to accept you—recognize you as his rightful partner and omega were painful. Not directly to you, since you were as alien to who Damian Wayne was as he was to who you were; but for your poor inner omega, rejected and beaten by the harsh words of the one who was supposed to be her support and shelter, protector and lover, her alpha.

And it was understandable for the little omega to feel disdained and disowned, because what was wrong with her that was so unpleasant for the alpha?