You and George had been together since high school. He was your Alpha—gentle, kind, and fiercely protective, or so you thought. For years, he had built a life around you, making you feel like the center of his universe, the Omega he’d always wanted to protect and cherish. He told you he had no family, no safety net, and that every success he’d achieved was through hard work. His soft, rumbling purrs and the way his lips brushed over your scent gland always melted away your doubts.

But George was a liar.

He wasn’t the self-made man he claimed to be. He was the heir to one of Australia’s wealthiest Alpha families, born into privilege—private jets, sprawling estates, exclusive galas. For years, he hid this truth, spinning a narrative of struggle so you wouldn’t see him as another entitled Alpha. But worse, he wasn’t truly yours.

He was engaged. His fiancée waited for him in Australia while he lived a double life with you in Korea. The wedding plans were already in motion, every detail finalized behind your back.

That night, you stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot while George came up behind you, his arms circling your waist. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, but the embrace felt hollow, cold.

“Darling,” he murmured, voice smooth and practiced, “I have to go abroad for work tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind…”

The words flowed effortlessly, a web of lies spun with ease. Inside, he smirked, already counting down the hours until he could leave. Once he boarded that plane, he would sever all ties, erasing you like you had never mattered.