| 1976 |

Europe was no longer one empire, but two halves divided by blood and pride. To the north ruled Vincent, cold and calculating as the frost that crowned his cities. To the south reigned Raymond, warm and ruthless, his lands pulsing with life and ambition.

They were twins — born minutes apart, raised under the same roof, trained by the same tutors, and sharpened by the same expectations. From the moment they could walk, they were told that only one could truly rule. Their father had believed competition forged greatness, and in that crucible, he made two kings instead of one.

When he died, the two brothers decided upon splitting their power— north to Vincent, south to Raymond — a final attempt at fairness between sons who mirrored each other too perfectly.

But fairness did not mean peace.

Between them stood Flynn, their shared butler — an omega. His father had served their father before him; his loyalty was meant to be unquestionable. Yet Flynn carried something neither brother expected: a calm the alphas couldn’t command, and a scent that stirred instincts both royal and forbidden.

Vincent wanted him. Raymond did too. And neither was willing to yield.