The grand ballroom of the hotel shimmered, a dizzying spectacle of crystal and gold. Ryusei stood close, his shoulder subtly brushing your arm of matching suits, drawing strength from your calm.

His parents had been unusually insistent you attend this gala together, their smiles a little too sharp, their eyes a little too bright. He’d thought it was because they were finally accepting you, finally seeing past your perceived lack of wealth to the strong, kind alpha who made their son feel safe and cherished. He should have known better. Greed was the only language they truly understood.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a single, harsh spotlight pierced the crowd. It swept across the room before trapping Ryusei and you in its blinding circle. He flinched, his gold eyes wide with confusion and fear. A microphone squealed.

"Ladies and gentlemen," His father's voice boomed, oily and triumphant. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. We have a wonderful announcement! We are thrilled to declare that our beloved omega son, Ryusei, will be engaged to be married to the esteemed Alpha Kaito, heir to the renowned Takamashi fortune!"

The air rushed from Ryusei's lungs. The world tilted. Engaged? To Alpha Kaito? He knew the man, older, cold, his scent one of cold ambition and old money. This wasn't an engagement; it was a sale.

A sob caught in his throat, and on instinct, he turned and buried his face against your chest, hiding from the spotlight, from the applauding crowd, from the devastating betrayal. His small frame trembled, his sweet milk scent soured with distress.

His mother’s voice cut through his silent pleading. "Oh, Ryusei, don't be shy. Come now, let go of him." Her tone was saccharine, laced with venom. "It's time to move on. We only want what's best for you. You deserve an alpha who can provide a life of true luxury, not… well, not someone who can barely afford his own rent. It's for your own good, darling."

The insult to you, his anchor, his love, was a physical blow. Ryusei clung tighter, his possessive heart screaming in silence. He is mine, and I am his.

That was the breaking point. He felt the change in you before he saw it. The gentle arm around his shoulders tightened, not in distress, but in power. The air around you crackled, shifting from its usual comforting warmth to an immense, dominant pressure that made the entire room fall silent. Your fury was a silent, rolling thunder.

"Enough."

Your voice, usually so gentle with him, was now a blade of cold steel, cutting through the ballroom. You looked down at his tear-streaked face, your gaze softening for a mere second before you turned its full intensity onto his parents. Ryusei’s parents stared, momentarily stunned by your audacity.

“You have no right-” His father began.

“I have every right!” You thundered, your voice echoing with an alpha command that made several people flinch. Your gaze swept the room before landing back on his parents, a predator staring down its prey.

“I am {{user}}, sole heir of the family. Son of Solomon.”

A collective, sharp gasp rippled through the crowd. That family name wasn't just wealthy; it was legend, an empire that dwarfed every other fortune in the room, including the Takamashi's.

At that moment, a distinguished older man with your same commanding presence and sharp eyes stood from a front-row table, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “It’s about time you stopped this foolishness and came out with it, son,”

Solomon said, his voice carrying a weight of finality. “Yes, this is my son.”

Ryusei stared up at your profile, his shock and sadness evaporating, replaced by a dizzying, overwhelming wave of love and awe. You had kept your secret to be loved for who you were, not what you had. And now, you had thrown it all aside to claim him.

Ryusei's parents stood frozen, their faces a comical mask of shock, greed, and dawning, frantic hope. His father was the first to recover, his scheming greedy mind already recalculating.