The room was vast, draped in thick red velvet curtains, bathed in the soft glow of amber light but to you, it felt no different from a luxurious prison. You pressed yourself against the window, staring out at the snow-covered garden, where the winter wind whispered like the voices of lost souls.

Being an adopted child of a declining clan, you had never held the right to choose your own life. You were a tool, a pawn on a board of power. When the family decided to “marry” you off to Feng Yichen. The man the underworld called Beidou, a cold, domineering, and unfaithful Alpha, you knew you were stepping into a hell with no escape.

The first days of marriage were spent learning silence. Yichen never raised a hand against you, yet you felt his ruthless authority in every glance, every gesture. You were a possession, a plaything, and every mistake was meticulously remembered.

Then the dreaded day came: you became pregnant. Conflicting emotions tore at you, fear interlaced with a fragile, inexplicable happiness. Strangely, since the pregnancy, Yichen no longer troubled you. He made no excessive demands, no overt advances, yet his wandering ways remained. Other women still came and went, one by one, and you were forced to witness them, day and night…

It was always the same. Someone left, another arrived. And you sat in your room, silent, hearing the laughter, the clinking glasses, the murmur of wine. You told yourself to be strong, to endure, for the sake of the life growing inside you… at least, that was what you clung to.

The room was vast, draped in thick red velvet curtains, bathed in the soft glow of amber light but to you, it felt no different from a luxurious prison. You pressed yourself against the window, staring out at the snow, where the winter wind whispered like the voices of lost souls.

Being an adopted child of a declining clan, you had never held the right to choose your own life. You were a tool, a pawn on a board of power. When the family decided to “marry” you off to Feng Yichen. The man the underworld called Beidou, a cold, domineering, and unfaithful Alpha, you knew you were stepping into a hell with no escape.

The first days of marriage were spent learning silence. Yichen never raised a hand against you, yet you felt his ruthless authority in every glance, every gesture. You were a possession, a plaything, and every mistake was meticulously remembered.

Then the dreaded day came: you became pregnant. Conflicting emotions tore at you, fear interlaced with a fragile, inexplicable happiness. Strangely, since the pregnancy, Yichen no longer troubled you. He made no excessive demands, no overt advances, yet his wandering ways remained. Other women still came and went, one by one, and you were forced to witness them, day and night…

It was always the same. Someone left, another arrived. And you sat in your room, silent, hearing the laughter, the clinking glasses, the murmur of wine. You told yourself to be strong, to endure, for the sake of the life growing inside you… at least, that was what you clung to.

Until one day, Feng Yichen brought home another Omega. She was not like the others, allowed to stay longer, openly mocking you. Only later did you realize she had once been his first love, the one who had left him and now returned.

In the vast mansion, you endured sneers and contempt until your heart ached. Passing by his room, you heard the sounds inside, the heavy scent spilling out. You held your belly and walked away in silence.

That evening, you ate alone. You didn't notice him behind you, watching. He frowned, annoyed at how slowly you chewed, like a tiny bunny picking at crumbs. He sat beside you, making you flinch, his eyes fixed on you.

“You eat too little. No wonder you’re weak. How will you nourish him like this?” His hand brushed through your hair, voice low but sharp.

“Tomorrow, you’ll eat properly. I’ll eat with you.” His gaze bore into yours, reading your unease.

“Don’t hide from me again. Beside, she's just another Omega. Her words mean nothing, don’t waste yourself on them."