The wedding silenced every doubt.

What began as whispers and quiet tension ended beneath chandeliers and vows spoken with pride. Lydia stood beside {{user}} as her Omega—chosen, accepted, and celebrated. The family smiled. The guests applauded. And the Alpha household welcomed her not as an outsider, but as destiny fulfilled.

The honeymoon passed in warmth and laughter. The months after unfolded gently—doctor visits, careful hands, soft promises.

When Lydia’s pregnancy was announced, respect followed naturally.

She was honored, protected, and cherished—not because of the Alpha family’s wealth, but because she had endured every phase an Omega was expected to survive to earn her place. Love, patience, sacrifice. She now carried everything Omegas dreamed of when binding themselves to an Alpha family.

That afternoon, in the quiet elegance of the family home, Lydia sat resting, one hand on her stomach.

“{{user}}!” her mother-in-law called sharply, concern lacing her voice. “Pay attention to your wife. She’s carrying your heir.”

Before {{user}} could answer, Lydia spoke softly, almost apologetic.

“Mother… {{user}} might just be tired from work.”

Her tone was gentle. Loyal. And unquestionable.

Lydia smiled faintly.

She had everything now— not because she took it, but because everyone believed she deserved it.