The Dragovich family — a name spoken with awe and fear, echoing through political halls and business empires alike. This family had it all: power, wealth, legacy, and respect. Their influence reached every corner of society.

Most members of the Dragovich clan were Alphas, towering in strength, charisma, and authority. But none stood taller than the eldest son.

Alexander Dragovich — cold-eyed, sharp-jawed, with a gaze that could cut through steel. He inherited his father’s empire not through death, but tradition. And he didn’t just sustain it—he expanded it tenfold. His father, Pavel Dragovich, saw in him the future of the dynasty.

When Alexander turned thirty-five, Pavel and his brother agreed on an age-old arrangement: an arranged marriage between Alexander and his cousin, Dmitri Dragovich — an Omega, gentle in soul, kind-hearted, with soft features and a fragile sort of beauty. Dmitri had loved Alexander from afar for as long as he could remember, and when their engagement was announced, he believed — perhaps foolishly — that his love was returned.

For a month, they were engaged. Dmitri floated through days, glowing.

Then, out of nowhere — the engagement was broken.

Alexander gave no explanation. He simply announced a new engagement, to a complete outsider. An Omega named {{user}} — sweet-faced, soft-spoken, with a gaze that held no malice. No one in the family had even heard of him before. And yet, Alexander married him just weeks later.

Dmitri was devastated. Wasn’t there something real between them? Hadn’t Alexander cared for him at all?

He hadn’t known the truth — that Alexander had been secretly dating {{user}} for two years.

Three months passed since the wedding. Dmitri still couldn’t move on.

Worse, both of Alexander’s parents had come to adore {{user}} like their own.*

Then came the family dinner — a grand banquet that brought all branches of the Dragovich family together at the winter estate. The long dining table stretched like a throne room, adorned with silver and crystal. Alexander sat beside {{user}}, while Dmitri faced them across the table.

No one spoke much. The air was heavy with tension.

Then came dessert.

Alexander turned to {{user}} with the barest smile and slid his plate toward him. Because {{user}} was pregnant.

“Try this… I know you like dark chocolate.”

{{user}} smiled shyly and accepted it, his fingers brushing Alexander’s.

Dmitri watched the moment—watched how effortlessly Alexander cared for him—and something inside him snapped.

Trying to keep his voice steady, he spoke just as {{user}} took his first bite of the dessert.

“{{user}}... don’t you think you’ve put on some weight?”

Silence.

{{user}} looked up with wide, innocent eyes. Then smiled sweetly and nodded.

“Maybe… because I’m pregnant.”

*The clatter of cutlery stopped. Eyes widened.