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When Nikolai came back from his week-long trip, he was anything but pleased. Not really. Not when his beautiful omega was in heat and hadn’t even bothered informing Nikolai at all. The only way he got to know this was because Mia had texted him, mentioning that Cecily told her no alphas were allowed to enter the elites’ mansion—since Brandon was in heat.

So, here he was now, climbing the rope up to Brandon’s window. There was no way he would go through the main door. Hell no, that would be a suicide mission.

Thankfully, the window was open, and Nikolai slipped inside, landing silently on the floor. His gaze caught the sight of his beautiful Brandon lying on the bed, his scent—sweet honey mixed with smoked cedarwood—thick in the air, wrapping around everything and calling out to Nikolai’s alpha instinct.

Nikolai groaned lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest before he blinked and took in the state his omega was in. His gaze softened as he realized Brandon looked 𝘵𝘰𝘰 weak, far 𝘵𝘰𝘰 pale and fragile, like he hadn’t eaten anything or rested in days.

A surge of anger and possessiveness rippled through him at the thought of that. How dare his omega neglect himself like this?

Nikolai slowly went toward Brandon and pressed the back of his hand against Brandon’s forehead, checking his temperature.

𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵.

“𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳,” he muttered, tapping Brandon’s cheeks gently, but no response came because his omega was in a dizzy haze, his lips parting as he kept moaning one single name—and that was his: Nikolai. Nikolai’s inner alpha was thoroughly pleased.

He leaned down and pecked his lotus flower’s forehead before pulling his phone out and dialing his sister’s number. Mia picked up on the second ring, and Nikolai wasted no time instructing her on what food she should bring for his lotus flower. There was no way he would go to the kitchen—not when the entitled pricks who called themselves kings would jump him for entering their mansion.

When he hung up, he poured a glass of water and helped his omega drink it, tilting the glass carefully against his omega’s lips. Bran blinked his eyes slowly, trying to see past the daze, but his body was so weak.

With a sigh, Niko lifted him in a bridal style and took him to the bathroom to bathe him.

Undressing his omega, he made sure the water was not too warm but not too cold. Together they got inside the shower, and Nikolai washed him thoroughly, warm hands cleaning every bit of him before dressing him in nothing but a towel and carrying him back to the bed.

After settling Brandon down, Nikolai then removed his own shoes and slipped in beside him. Pulling his omega close and caging him deep in his arms, he slowly closed his eyes.

“No one can take care of you like I can, lotus flower,” he mumbled under his breath, kissing Bran’s cheek once again.

And for the first time since Brandon’s heat started, his body calmed down a bit, and his inner omega cooed at the feeling of the alpha.

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Vaughn had been quite busy these days, ever since the birth of their little daughter, Anastasia. Feeding her, changing her diapers, and enduring the late, sleepless nights with her crying… none of it was anything the omega was prepared for.

He was supposed to be the heir of the Bratva, and a child held no place in his world. Yet here he was, holding his own daughter in his arms.

Taking care of the baby wasn’t easy. Vaughn had even called his mom, desperate for advice on how to handle a newborn. She only laughed softly and told him that his inner omega would guide him—that his maternal instinct would make everything come naturally.

She had lied. Vaughn didn’t know what he was supposed to do; he only understood the basics: a baby cries when she’s hungry, or needs her diaper changed, or wants to sleep. But little Anastasia cried all the time—especially when Yulian wasn’t home.

Between the two of them, Anastasia wasn’t shy about favoring Yulian. She calmed almost instantly in his arms, which Yulian would often tease Vaughn about. Usually, that would end in Vaughn moaning his name on their bed.

Well… that was a topic for another day. Right now, he was pacing the room with Anastasia in his arms, trying to soothe her as she cried for no reason. It was indeed irritating—infuriating even—but she was his daughter. He had brought her into this world, and as Nikolai liked to remind him whenever Vaughn tried to hand over the responsibility, “You birthed her, so you take care of her.”

Since morning, Vaughn had been working nonstop. His body was aching with exhaustion now. He had spent hours tending to little Anastasia—feeding her, changing her diapers, and soothing her cries. Then his father had called, dragging him into a bit of Bratva business, all while he still carried his daughter in his arms.

After that, he’d bathed her, fed her again, and tried countless times to make her sleep. But that little demon—Yulian’s devil spawn, as he called her—hadn’t closed her eyes once the entire day.

Now Vaughn was beyond exhausted—extremely so. And Yulian wasn’t home yet. Vaughn glanced at his watch again. 12 a.m. He should have been home by now, right?

Vaughn sighed, mentally preparing for the lecture he was going to give Yulian for being late, but before he could think of anything, little Anastasia started bawling loudly again.

That was it. Vaughn was done. Super done.

He handed the crying baby to one of the maids with a weary look. “Please, take her for a bit,” he muttered and turned to leave for his bedroom.

Just then, the front door opened.

Yulian strode inside lazily, untying his tie, only to stop in his tracks when he noticed the dark scowl on Vaughn’s face.

“What happened, Mishka?” he asked his beloved omega, glancing between him and tiny Ana, who was sucking her finger, staring at him with wide eyes.

Vaughn stared at him once more, and his temper snapped.

“You! Yulian, you have no idea how much your spawn overworked me today! And you weren’t even home! I’ve been taking care of this little monster since morning—alone! I’m not her only parent, Yulian. You’re her father too. So now you can deal with her. I’m done.”

Just like that, he stormed to their bedroom, mood still sour.

Yulian looked shocked at the outburst, but then laughter escaped his mouth.

He went to little Ana and carried her in his arms. “Princess, why are you bothering Papa like that?” he mumbled, a smile on his face.

Ana didn’t answer, of course. Instead, she reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it hard enough to make him wince.

“You really are a little devil,” he muttered under his breath, pressing a kiss to her tiny forehead before handing her back to the maid. “Put her to bed.”

Then he made his way to the bedroom.
When he entered, Vaughn was already sprawled across the bed, phone in hand, his expression still clearly sour.

“Mishka…” Yulian murmured gently, reaching out to caress his cheek.

Vaughn turned his face away, refusing to meet his eyes.

Yulian let out a sigh and leaned forward. “Mishka, I promise I won’t leave you alone with Ana again. You’ve done enough for both of us. Let me make it up to you… please.”

Vaughn grumbled softly but let Yulian touch him. Yulian’s fingers roamed across Vaughn’s body, marking every part as he slowly began unbuttoning the shirt. After all the buttons were undone, Yulian threw it on the floor and climbed on Vaughn.

Vaughn moaned at the sensation of them grinding against each other. Yulian pressed kisses against Vaughn’s ear and whispered sweet nothings into it, still grinding against him. Yulian started kissing downward—first the neck, then the collarbone, then soft lips against the nipples, taking them into his mouth.

Slowly worshipping his omega, Yulian played with one of the nipples while kissing downward, pressing his soft lips against every part of his omega and then reaching the V-line. Yulian kissed there too, his hard cock still clothed, nearly entering Vaughn.

Vaughn moaned and asked Yulian to remove all the barriers (clothes). Yulian grinned, smirked, and removed his omega’s trousers. Today, his focus was on worshipping Vaughn and not on taking his own pleasure, so he let his hard cock remain untouched and neglected while his hands roamed across the sweetest part of his omega.

One finger entered his omega, making him gasp because Yulian hadn’t warned him in advance. The tight heat around his finger made Yulian groan under his breath, but before they could continue, the door suddenly opened as the maid barged into their room, Ana still in her arms.

The maid’s eyes widened at the sight in front of her. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she sheepishly apologized and left the room quickly.

But now both of their moods were ruined.

“Your daughter is a devil,” Vaughn mumbled to Yulian, his face buried in a pillow.

“Just like you.”

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Landon’s skin felt like it was burning; everything felt too hot. The clothes that clung to his body felt like they were on fire. He quickly ripped them from his body.

Still, nothing helped; his skin was as hot as fire. Even tears started forming in his eyes when every breath felt too hot, and the air felt too weak.

Sweat dampened his collar, and the room tilted—a blur of color and lights. His body trembled uncontrollably, and the pain in his lower body increased.

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.

Landon quickly picked up his bag and searched through everything to find his heat suppressant. But it was nowhere to be found.

He blinked his eyes, trying to work his brain. ‘I did bring them here, didn't I?’ he thought. See, Landon King wasn't a fool; he always brought his heat suppressant everywhere.

Landon sighed and made a note in his mind to make the person pay who toyed with his bag. The list wasn't that long; there were only a few people who enjoyed provoking Landon.

But Landon couldn't think clearly due to his anger. All he wanted was to lock himself in a room, and yeah… let's not go there.

Landon grabbed his bag, got up from the seat, and strode out of the empty classroom where he used to hide.

But before he could even step a foot outside, he slammed into a wall. No, not a wall—a man built like a wall. Landon's expression turned into a glare as he directed it at a man who was smirking.

Well, Jeremy was indeed smirking, but the second he took in the air, his nostrils flared. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. Shit, he peeked inside the classroom to check if any gorgeous omega with a delicate scent was there.

No, there was no one; the whole class was empty. Which means…

He quickly shot his head towards Landon fucking King, who was sweating like crazy and looking like a goddamn wet dream, with his beautiful eyes tearing a bit because of the feverish pain.

Holy shit.

Jeremy had never felt attraction towards Landon. His omega twin brother? Smash—but he’s Nikolai’s, and Niko will murder him for it. But he had always assumed Landon was an alpha.

No omega could ever be as entitled and psychotic as Landon–

“Volkov, move out of my way or get the fuck inside the classroom because you don't realize what your alpha scent could do to a poor damsel in distress, omega in heat.”

Jeremy registered his words, and a grin formed on his face. He obviously took the getting inside the classroom option because why would he choose the second one? He's not blind enough to leave a poor omega alone in heat—even if said omega is Landon King.

Jeremy entered the classroom, and Landon immediately clung onto him, breathing in the scent of the alpha and trying to soothe and control his body.

Jeremy tsked, “Moy Prints, this isn't how your body will feel better. Let me help you.”

Landon glared at him but didn't flinch when Jeremy’s hand slowly roamed everywhere on his body.

His eyes undressed him. Landon flushed a bit but replied, “If you want to see me naked, then just remove my clothes. Why the hell are you staring at me like that?”

At that statement, Jeremy quickly moved forward, unbuttoned Landon’s shirt, and threw it on the floor before ripping his pants from his body.

Landon gasped a bit. “Jeremy!” he scolded, but the man whose name he just said grinned, taking in the sight of Landon’s body, and replied, “Just the same name you will be screaming soon.”

Jeremy received glares in response, but he could work with that. He never knew how fucking pretty Landon King was, not until today.

And now he never wanted to forget.

Landon didn't want to be out of control, so he moved forward and tried undressing Jeremy, only to feel hot heat surging through his body due to the fact that he was in the presence of an alpha, naked.

Not to mention, he was fucking dripping on the floor; Jeremy’s eyes were focused on that too. Landon blushed a bit and pushed Jeremy away.

“Just get it over with,” Landon grumbled, pink heat still on his face.

This was all that Jeremy wanted to hear. He quickly pushed the omega onto the teacher’s desk in the classroom and then pressed his lips on every part of that entitled omega he so hated with all his guts.

Landon still wasn't pleased. “Idiot, as much as I would like being worshipped any other day, I simply need your knot today.”

Well, if this was what Landon wanted, then so be it. Jeremy moved past the upper body—even if his inner alpha was growling about wanting to claim this beauty—and stared at the sight in front of him.

Landon, being insanely wet, had a mouth-watering, fully erect dick and a delicious pussy, staining his inner thigh with slick. Ah, yes, there was one thing that most people didn't know: male omegas were intersex. Yes, they were not very common, but this was one of the facts that was taught too early in their education.

Their rarity was one of the reasons why Jeremy thought Landon wasn't an omega, but oh well.

He felt something hit him on the cheek; he looked up and saw that Landon had slapped him.

“Just get to work.”

He glared at the omega yet tried to do as requested, but before he could even touch the omega, the omega slapped him again.

“What now?” Jeremy grunted. Landon just looked at him and said, “I don't want anything near me except your knot. Not even your goddamn fingers. Understood?”

This omega was surely bratty.

Jeremy raised his eyebrows; this omega didn't even want to be prepared. Okay, he could work with it.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants. His giant cock, raging and hard, felt too heavy. Landon was growing impatient. “This little brat,” Jeremy thought. And a brat that he was, he grabbed Jeremy’s cock and quickly pressed it inside his entrance, desperate for something to relieve his pain.

Jeremy groaned at the tight heat surrounding him. The painful moans that escaped Landon were also turning him on. But Jeremy didn't really want to hurt him too much. He looked at Landon, the question visible in his eyes of whether Landon wanted to continue.

Landon just glared at him, his mouth unable to say a word, so he just hissed and nodded.

And just like that, Jeremy entered him fully; the hot walls surrounding him also made him come at just the beginning.

Shit, he was way better than anyone Jeremy had ever fucked. Jeremy mostly slept with Betas or Alphas, considering he didn't want to get any random Omega pregnant.

But even he could admit this was far better than any of it, even if the Omega was Landon King.

Once Jeremy set a perfect rhythm, his thrusts increased, and after a few minutes, the Omega below him came around his cock.

Shit, that was so fucking hot that it made Jeremy reach his climax too. Landon actually screamed when he finally formed a knot and tied them both together.

Jeremy was so fucking tired too, so he just wiped the tears from Landon’s face and kissed him 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥.

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.

Astrid could almost cry. All her kids were home. That hadn’t happened since they were little—back when they were too young to leave.

Now, they were all grown, each with a significant other. Astrid was so overjoyed that she spent the entire day cooking everyone’s favorite dishes.

Levi, however, wasn’t nearly as pleased. Why would he be? Every one of his children was dating what he liked to call those creatures. He refused to even say their real names—claiming they weren’t normal enough for that.

So, he referred to them as 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴.

Anyway, they were all gathered today because his sweetest son, Brandon, had news to share.

Jeremy was sitting beside Landon, their hands suspiciously close. Levi’s eyes narrowed, shooting daggers at Jeremy, who only smirked back in defiance.

Astrid, meanwhile, was busy listening to Nikolai ramble about something completely unrelated to dinner. Across the table, Glyndon was forcing Killian to taste every single dish she’d made.

Levi sighed—half in relief, half in irritation.

His sweet little family, and now these delinquents were officially becoming part of it.

Mid-dinner, Brandon set his fork down and leaned toward Nikolai, whispering something. Nikolai replied, grinning.

Levi’s eyes immediately sharpened with suspicion. What are they plotting now?

Then Nikolai placed his hand on Brandon’s stomach. Levi’s brow shot up in absolute horror.

𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦—

“Mom, Dad! You’re going to be grandparents!” Brandon announced, his face glowing with pride and happiness.

Astrid gasped, her eyes filling with tears, her whole expression lighting up with joy. Levi’s, however, did the exact opposite.

Landon snorted into his drink, clearly entertained, while Glyndon congratulated the couple and elbowed Killian to do the same.

“How dare you do that to my son!” Levi roared, glaring at Nikolai.

Nikolai just shrugged. Astrid quickly placed a calming hand on her husband’s arm.

Of course, Levi didn’t calm down—until he looked at Brandon’s hopeful expression. His anger softened. He wasn’t about to ruin his son’s special day.

But then Jeremy had to open his mouth.

“I bet me and Landon could have a kid stronger than theirs,” he said with a smirk.

That was it. Levi was done.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯.

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Brandon’s eyes welled up as he stared at the mirror—more specifically, at his womb. The small life growing inside him.

He wanted to sob. Last night’s conversation replayed in his mind. He had asked Nikolai if he wanted to be a father, but his alpha had only smiled and said, “Not yet. We’re too young to be parents. I don’t even know how I’d raise them.”

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡.

Those words kept echoing in his head. His inner omega was furious. How dare Nikolai reject their baby? If Niko didn’t want to raise it, then fine—Brandon would do it himself.

Still trembling with emotion, Brandon walked out of the bathroom and went to the wardrobe. He pulled out his suitcase and began throwing random clothes inside, not really thinking about what he was doing. All he could focus on was how his alpha had rejected their baby.

As he shoved a few shirts into the suitcase, the door opened. His alpha entered the room, smiling at the familiar scent of his omega in the air—until the sight of Brandon packing wiped that smile away.

Nikolai rushed toward him, confusion flickering across his face. “Are you going somewhere?—wait, are you crying?” he asked, alarmed.

Brandon looked up at him, tears still spilling down his cheeks. Nikolai immediately pulled him into his arms, letting him cry against his chest.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Nikolai asked, his voice laced with possessiveness.

“Yes,” Brandon whispered.

“Who?” Nikolai demanded, anger surging through him.

“You.”

Nikolai froze, staring at his tear-stained face in disbelief. “Me? When did I hurt you, baby?”

“You said… you said you don’t want our baby,” Brandon mumbled, fresh tears filling his eyes.

It took Nikolai a few moments to process the words. 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦?

“Are you—”

“Yes, Niko. I’m pregnant. And you didn’t even notice?” Brandon’s voice broke, the hurt deepening.

Nikolai’s mind spun. Happiness, confusion, guilt, frustration—all colliding at once. He cursed himself for not noticing his omega’s sensitivity, for not piecing everything together sooner.

But he had to fix this.

“Baby, no. I 𝑑𝑜 want a baby. I want our baby. I love you so much.”

Nikolai gently wiped Brandon’s tears and kissed his face, over and over, whispering how happy he was and how much he loved him.

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𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁.

That much was clear from his short temper and constant cravings.

He had been staying in Jeremy’s penthouse since the start of his pregnancy. His alpha didn’t trust anyone else to take care of him, and honestly, Landon didn’t mind.

Now, he lay sprawled on the bed, half-watching some random show on TV. He felt like a bored spouse waiting for their partner to come home from work.

He snorted at the thought, grabbed the remote from the nightstand, and switched the channel. A moment later, his phone started ringing. He groaned.

These days, he hated talking to people. His omega instincts made him crave peace — just him, Jeremy, and the baby. Anything outside that felt like a disruption.

When he checked the caller ID, though, the irritation vanished. His expression softened. It was Jeremy.

He picked up right away. “Hey,” he said, a little too quickly.

A quiet chuckle came from the other end. “How’s my Kukolka? How’s the baby?”

“We’re fine,” Landon said, eyes still on the TV.

“That’s good. Just letting you know, Niko said your family’s coming over. They’re worried since you haven’t seen them in months.”

Landon frowned. “I don’t want to see them.”

Jeremy sighed. “Baby, you have to. They’re your family.”

Before Landon could say anything else, the line went dead.

He stared at the screen for a moment, annoyed. 𝘖𝘧 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 Jeremy would end the call like that.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. Right — the maids. Jeremy had hired a few trusted ones to keep an eye on him while he was home.

“Yes?” Landon called out, picking a grape from the bowl beside the bed.

“What should we cook for your family tonight?” one of them asked from the doorway.

“Anything,” Landon muttered. “I don’t really care.”

She nodded and left.

Landon pushed himself off the bed and walked to the wardrobe, looking for something that still fit. Since the pregnancy started, most of his old clothes didn’t. It drove him crazy.

He’d complained to Jeremy about it, but his alpha had only laughed, kissed him, and told him he looked perfect, which was sweet but not helpful.

After some hesitation, he pulled out a soft purple outfit and went to shower.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

By the time Jeremy got home around nine, he’d already instructed the maids to make everything perfect. When he finally walked into their room, Landon was lying on the bed again, clearly bored.

Jeremy smiled to himself. Landon always smelled good—that familiar warmth that made him feel like home. And lately, ever since the pregnancy began, that scent had deepened. It reminded him of himself.

Landon noticed him immediately. His expression softened as Jeremy walked closer. Without hesitation, Landon stood and went straight into his arms.

Jeremy caught him easily, mindful of the baby growing inside him. He kissed him softly before resting his forehead against his omega’s.

Then the door opened, and one of the maids rushed in. Landon flinched slightly, his mood instantly shifting.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked, voice calm but sharp.

“Master Landon’s family has arrived,” she said quickly.

Jeremy exhaled and nodded for her to leave.

Landon’s lips pressed into a thin line. Jeremy leaned down and whispered something only he could hear. Landon sighed, nodded, and together they headed downstairs.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

Ten minutes later, Jeremy regretted everything.

The Kings were loud. Emotional. Dramatic.

Astrid rushed in first and nearly crushed Landon in a hug. Jeremy had to step in, gently reminding her, “Careful. You’ll hurt the baby.”

The room fell silent after that.

Levi King glared at him from across the room like he’d been waiting years for an excuse to start a fight. Astrid, meanwhile, kept fussing over Landon’s pale complexion. Glyndon barely looked up from her phone, too busy texting her own alpha. Brandon congratulated them both, calm as ever.

And then there was Nikolai, running his mouth as usual, making comments that only fueled Levi’s disapproval.

With friends like that, Jeremy thought, who needs enemies?

“I swear, lizard,” Levi muttered, “if you hurt my son, I’ll kill you.”

Landon, sitting next to Jeremy, just smirked. “Dad, please. Like you could.”

Astrid tried to intervene. “Lan, why don’t you stay with us until the baby’s born?”

Jeremy’s jaw tightened. Landon didn't look pleased either.

“That’s not happening,” Landon said flatly.

Astrid’s smile faltered, but Brandon quickly stepped in, his tone gentle. “It’s for the best, Mom. An omega shouldn’t be away from his alpha this far into pregnancy.”

Levi turned a sharp glare on Nikolai, as if it was his fault Brandon had said that.

Jeremy sat back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was so, so done.

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Jeremy hadn’t expected many things in his life. Sure, he knew life was unpredictable — but he hadn’t realized it could be 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 unpredictable.

Yes, he’d been surprised when his sister’s mate turned out to be Ava Nash. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 insufferable girl, the one who managed to irritate everyone she met, being Annika’s mate? Hm. It had shocked everyone.

Annika had bloomed like a flower afterward, glowing with happiness at what she called “God’s perfect choice.” Killian, of course, had teased Jeremy endlessly about it, while Nikolai couldn’t stop laughing when he heard the news.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, Jeremy thought at the time.

Still, none of that compared to the biggest surprise of his life — when Vaughn came back to the UK after years away.

Jeremy had presented as an alpha at thirteen, proud and serious about it, thrilled by the idea that somewhere out there, an omega would be destined for him. He should’ve known better. Life had a way of turning every certainty into irony.

Vaughn had presented too — but he was still in America back then. They hadn’t seen each other since. It had felt like centuries.

Vaughn Morozov, a true-blood Alpha. One of the rarest kinds left.

His mate, Jeremy had once thought, would be lucky.

Now, he’d trade anything to escape that cruel twist of fate.

When Vaughn finally arrived, Nikolai and Killian were the first to greet him, hugging him tightly. And that was when it happened — Jeremy’s inner alpha stirred, low and certain. 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦.

Oh, hell no.

Judging by the look on Vaughn’s face, he was thinking the exact same thing. His eyes were locked on Jeremy, disbelief written all over his features.

Apparently, fate had a sense of humor.

But Vaughn didn’t react the way Jeremy expected. Instead, he chuckled softly, stepped closer, and pulled him into a hug.

“Well,” Vaughn murmured against his ear, his voice low and amused, “hello, mate.”

Maybe their fate wasn’t that cruel after all.