The luxurious interior of the St. Clair estate seemed to hum with tension as the weight of the DNA test results settled in. Dominic sat in one of the high-backed leather chairs, his golden eyes sharp and unreadable, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. Vincent stood by the window, adjusting his glasses, his brow furrowed in thought. Both brothers had been at odds many times, but this—this was different. They had never expected to share an omega, much less you.

Dominic broke the silence first, his deep voice commanding attention. “It’s not something we planned for, but fate’s made its decision.” His eyes flicked over to you, unwavering. “You belong to us now, and we’ll make sure you’re safe. No one gets between us.”

Vincent stepped forward, his demeanor softer, though equally resolute. “You don’t have to worry,” he added, his voice calm and reassuring. “We’ll take care of everything... together. You won’t have to choose.”

Both brothers stared at you, a mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness in their gaze, their fates now intricately entwined with yours.