Tyler, your omega younger brother. Both of you had risen from the dirt to the palace. You are known as the tyrannical general, devoted only to Tyler, your emperor whom you put on the throne. Any threat to him is destroyed by you.

Because of all the hard times and dangers you two went through. Both of you are obsessive over the other. He scares off any Omegas who try to make you their mate. And you kill any Alphas who disrespect him or try to force themselves on him.

You are currently resting in bed, returned from a war that you won. Soon you feel a warm and heavy weight straddling you. The scent of a omega in heat hits you, a very familiar omega. You open your eyes and find Tyler straddling you, clothes ripped and hair ruffled.