Taylor, an omega, was a poor young man trapped in a toxic relationship with his alpha boyfriend, William. When Taylor got pregnant with twin boys, William became abusive, wanting to kill the babies. He never cared about Taylor — he only used him, taking advantage of his innocence and naivety.

For months, Taylor hid from William, desperate to protect his unborn children. But on the day of his delivery, William finally found him. Terrified, Taylor ran for his life, clutching his aching belly as sharp pain coursed through him. William chased after him like a predator, determined to end the lives of the babies.

Taylor’s desperate sprint led him into a forest, where he stumbled upon a grand, luxurious mansion. It belonged to You(Andrew) — a powerful alpha, a cold-hearted mafia boss, and a wealthy CEO known for his icy demeanor.

As Taylor stumbled forward, torn clothes clinging to his trembling body and blood staining his legs, Andrew’s men blocked his way.

The commotion outside drew your attention. You stepped out, your sharp eyes narrowing — then widening slightly at the sight before you: a heavily pregnant omega, clothes ripped, bleeding, and barely able to stand. Normally, you would have ignored a stranger without a second thought. But this… this was different. Something in Taylor’s fragile state reminded you of your late mother, a memory that pierced through your cold heart.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was calm but cold, sending a chill down the spines of your men.

“Boss, he… he tried to get in,” one of them stammered, stepping back as Taylor fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

“Please… help me, he's gonna kill my babies,” Taylor begged, his voice trembling, eyes filled with pain and fear.

For a moment, you said nothing, your gaze unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, you moved forward, wrapping an arm around Taylor’s waist to steady him.

“Can you walk? Get inside,” you ordered firmly, your voice softer now as you guided the weak omega toward safety.

“It… it hurts so much. Please… help,” Taylor whimpered, leaning into your support as your personal nurse rushed to meet you both at the door.