Kael has always been an anomaly. Born a male Omega in a world where such a thing is considered an abomination, he’s spent his life cloaked in deception, thanks to his mother’s tireless efforts. Working as a lowly palace servant, Kael lives in fear of discovery, desperately clinging to his fabricated Beta identity. When a brawl lands him a position as personal assistant to the aloof and formidable Alpha Prince, Alaric, Kael's carefully constructed world teeters on the brink of collapse. Alaric, burdened by the pressure of finding a mate and securing the throne, is haunted by the whispers of his unmated status. But one fateful accident shatters Kael’s disguise, unleashing his intoxicating Omega scent and igniting a primal bond with Alaric that neither of them can deny. As their secret love blossoms in the shadows, they must confront societal prejudice, political machinations, and a devastating secret from Kael's past – a connection to the royal family that could destroy everything they hold dear. Torn between duty and desire, Alaric and Kael must fight for their love and challenge the very foundation of their world, even if it means risking everything.
ดูเพิ่มเติมKael’s second day as Prince Alaric’s personal assistant dawned with a knot of anxiety tighterthan the laces of his new boots. The boots, a gift from Elara to replace his worn-out servant’sshoes, felt like lead weights anchoring him to the ground. Everything felt too new, too grand,too… exposed.He’d barely slept, the Prince’s face, framed by the moon, replaying in his mind like a forbiddenmelody. The memory of Alaric calling his name sent shivers down his spine, a phantom touchmore intoxicating than any drug.He arrived outside the Prince’s antechamber, a massive oak door etched with the royal crest,precisely five minutes early. He adjusted his tunic, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, andswallowed hard. He was about to knock when he heard voices and approaching footsteps, andfor some reason, Kael his behind the heart large piller."He's utterly unsuitable, Mother. A commoner plucked from the kitchens? Alaric is the CrownPrince, not a charity case." That was Prince Casian, Ala
(Kael's POV)My stomach churned. Assistant to Prince Alaric? Me? It felt like a cruel joke the Moon Goddesswas playing on me, one moment granting my birthday wish, the next threatening to expose mydeepest secret. How am I even going to pull this off?I knew what Alaric’s former assistant, Theron, must be feeling. Theron was an alpha, the perfectfit for the role. He was built like a fortress, with a booming voice and eyes that could intimidateeven the most seasoned courtier. Me? I was…me. Small, unassuming, and desperately trying toblend into the background as a Beta.My first day started before dawn. I barely slept, replaying the scene in the hallway over andover. Theron on top of me, his fist raised...and the Prince, his voice cutting through the air, athunderclap that silenced everything."Kael. You will be my new personal assistant."The words still echoed in my ears.My mother, fussed over me, her frail hands smoothing down the worn fabric of my tunic. "Areyou sure you can
(Kael's POV)The sun, a molten coin in the sky, heralded the dawn of the Prince's birthday. A day of feasting,of forced smiles, and, if the whispers were to be believed, a day of reckoning for Prince Alaric. Iwoke with a knot of anticipation twisting in my stomach, a ridiculous flutter of hope clinging tothe edges of reason. He wouldn't find a mate today. He shouldn't…how selfish and ridiculous, tohope the Prince wouldn't find a mate so I can keep my stupid crush for him going.The thought was foolish, I knew. An Alpha Prince needed a mate, needed to secure the line,needed… well, needed someone other than me, a lowly servant masquerading as a Beta. Butmy heart, curse it, rarely listened to reason.The kitchens were a whirlwind of controlled chaos, simmering pots, and the sharp scent ofspices. I moved through the throng, a shadow amongst the bustling bodies, peeling vegetables,fetching ingredients, and trying to ignore the snippets of conversation that floated my way."He's thi
(Keal's POV)The air in the kitchens was thick with the smells of roasted meats and sugared pastries, a stark contrast to the floral sweetness I craved. Tomorrow was Prince Alaric’s thirty-first birthday, a fact hammered home by the sheer scale of the feast being prepared. Thirty-one years… a lifetime away from my meager twenty.I hated the noise, the frantic energy, the casual shoves and insults thrown my way. "Oi, Beta-boy, watch where you're going!" Chef Barnaby bellowed, his face red, as I dodged a tray laden with miniature tarts. I mumbled an apology, heart hammering against my ribs. Pretending to be Beta was exhausting, a constant tightrope walk. One wrong step, one stray whiff of my true scent, and... I didn't want to think about it.The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as rich as the fabrics adorning the palace walls. I could feel a restlessness building inside me, a need to escape the stifling atmosphere. And then I saw him. Prince A
(Keal’s POV)The scent of lavender and lemon clung to the air in the Royal Palace, a pathetic attempt to mask the truth. My truth. Underneath the layers of soap and the hastily applied scent blockers, I was an Omega. A male Omega. A walking, breathing impossibility in the Kingdom of Veridia.Veridia was an elegant enclosure, a society built on the backs of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, each with their designated role. Alphas were the leaders, the protectors, the dominant force. Betas were the backbone, the workers, the organizers, filling the gaps between the Alphas and Omegas. And Omegas… Omegas were meant to be delicate, submissive, the bearers of children. Female Omegas, that is.Male Omegas? We were whispered about in hushed tones, branded as cursed, an abomination against nature. Most were quietly…disposed of at birth. My mother, Elara, a former palace maid who now takes care of the palace garden, had risked everything to keep me alive.Each day was a performance. I walked, talked,
(Keal’s POV)The scent of lavender and lemon clung to the air in the Royal Palace, a pathetic attempt to mask the truth. My truth. Underneath the layers of soap and the hastily applied scent blockers, I was an Omega. A male Omega. A walking, breathing impossibility in the Kingdom of Veridia.Veridia was an elegant enclosure, a society built on the backs of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, each with their designated role. Alphas were the leaders, the protectors, the dominant force. Betas were the backbone, the workers, the organizers, filling the gaps between the Alphas and Omegas. And Omegas… Omegas were meant to be delicate, submissive, the bearers of children. Female Omegas, that is.Male Omegas? We were whispered about in hushed tones, branded as cursed, an abomination against nature. Most were quietly…disposed of at birth. My mother, Elara, a former palace maid who now takes care of the palace garden, had risked everything to keep me alive.Each day was a performance. I walked, talked, ...
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