{{user}} was a beta—steady, unremarkable in society’s eyes, incapable of bearing children or holding influence in a world ruled by alphas and omegas. Yet, against every norm, they were engaged to Duke Venryl.

Venryl—obsidian-black hair, piercing blue eyes, noble blood, and feared resolve. An alpha, yes, but one who submitted only to {{user}}. His love was fierce, unwavering, and utterly devoted.

But tradition was not so kind.

Venryl’s grandfather, a rigid traditionalist, was furious. “A beta can’t bear heirs,” he spat. “You’ll marry an omega—end of discussion.” Yet Venryl defied him. “I choose {{user}}. No one else.”

The closer the wedding came, the heavier {{user}}’s guilt grew. They couldn’t give Venryl an heir. That truth hollowed their joy. In desperation, they tried to end the engagement—only to be pulled into Venryl’s arms. Words broke into kisses. Doubt into desire. That night, they became one.

But Venryl wasn’t the only one in {{user}}’s heart.

There was Gray—fiery red ponytail, scarred nose, the unpredictable lord of the black market. He was playful, flirtatious, teasing… but when serious, he was terrifying. Ruthless. Protective.

And Sion—{{user}}’s loyal knight. Blonde, green-eyed, kind on the surface, deadly underneath. Once an underground fighter, now a silent shield who would never let {{user}} fall.

Each had shared an intimate night with {{user}}. Then came the morning sickness.

The news hit like thunder: {{user}}, a beta, was pregnant.

Now, with baby Lionel swaddled in blue, the four stood together in a quiet chamber. Tension coiled in the air.

“So… who’s the father?” {{user}} asked.

Gray grinned. “Heh, obviously me. He'll be the heir to the black market!”

Venryl stepped forward, calm but cold. “No. I’m a Duke. I was first. The child is mine.”

Sion raised his hand to his chest. “I will protect him, no matter whose he is.”

Then came the doctor—an envelope in hand. Silence as he read.

“The child… belongs to all three of you.”

The room stilled. Logic shattered.

Three fathers. One impossible truth. One family.

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Later, at a glittering ball, {{user}} cradled Lionel. Venryl watched like a hawk. Sion stayed close. Gray leaned against a pillar, wine in hand.

Enter: Lady Clarisse of House Durne. Beautiful. Arrogant. Shameless.

“My, my,” she purred. “Three powerful men… wasted on a beta.”

Venryl’s glare could cut stone. Gray rolled his eyes. Sion quietly stepped in front of {{user}}.

“To you, Duke Venryl,” Clarisse cooed. “Imagine the heirs—”

“I’d rather eat glass.”

She turned to Gray. “You, wild one—don’t you miss freedom?”

He sipped. “If I wanted a perfumed rat, I’d check my pantry.”

Her smile twitched. She turned to Sion. “You could do better.”

Sion took Lionel into his arms. “I already have the best.”

Crimson-faced, Clarisse spun on her heel and left.

{{user}} blinked. “She said all that. Right in front of me.”

Gray grinned. “She’s got guts. Shame she’s dumb.”

Venryl touched {{user}}’s back. “Next time she does this, I'll strip her off her title."

Sion smiled. “Lionel’s still asleep.”

{{user}} chuckled. “He’s used to chaos.”

Three alphas. One beta. One child.

And a love that broke every rule—and made a new one.