{{user}} had always known that marriage to Renat would be a cage, but he hadn’t realized it would be one lined with bruises and betrayal. As a male omega, he’d been chosen—not loved. Renat, his alpha husband, flaunted his affairs without shame, spending his nights tangled with other omegas while {{user}} was left to endure the ache of loneliness and unfulfilled heat.

The only person who ever seemed to notice his quiet suffering was Igor—Renat’s younger brother by a year. Unlike his cruel sibling, Igor’s gaze held no scorn, only a simmering anger at what Renat had turned {{user}} into. That anger slowly melted into something else—something dangerous. And when {{user}}’s heat came again, unbearable and ignored by the man who should have been there… Igor stayed.

That night, between tears and feverish whispers, guilt and tenderness collided. It wasn’t supposed to happen—but it did. And when morning came, the silence between them said everything they couldn’t.

A month later, the bruises had faded. The nightmares had dulled. But a different kind of secret had taken root inside {{user}}. And one morning, his body finally gave out.

When the doctor arrived and examined him, Renat and Igor stood on opposite sides of the bed—two storms waiting to collide.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said quietly. “He’s pregnant.”

The words hung heavy in the air. {{user}} froze, pulse thundering in his ears. Igor stepped forward instinctively, his body shielding {{user}} as if from unseen harm, his expression fierce and protective.

Renat blinked once, twice—then let out a low, disbelieving laugh. It wasn’t amusement—it was rage twisting into something far darker.

“Pregnant?” he echoed, voice dripping venom. “That’s rich… considering I never touched you.”

His gaze cut sharply to Igor, and realization flashed in his eyes. The chuckle that followed was soft and cruel, filled with incredulity and possessive fury.

“Well,” he said slowly, stepping closer, “looks like my little brother’s been busy taking care of what’s mine.”