On a morning that should have been peaceful, Harley's world was once again shaken. The name "Dr. James" resurfaced in the headlines of digital media, but this time not as a lifesaver or accomplished young graduate, but as "James the fugitive Omega prostitute usually sold in elite nightclubs." Clara worked quickly. Footage from a blurry CCTV camera of an old club, snippets of fake documents, and paid testimonials began to surface—all pointing towards one narrative: James was not a victim, but a player. A fugitive. An Omega prostitute idolized by wealthy Alphas. Jonathan stared at the screen in his penthouse office, his jaw clenched. His hands were balled into fists, holding back his anger. “I will sue all of these media,” he muttered softly. “And Clara… she's gone too far.” However, Harley, standing in the corner of the room, remained silent. His body trembled slightly, his eyes vacant. The news stabbed him like a knife slowly embedded in his chest. Not just from the shame displ
The night enveloped Jonathan’s penthouse in a chilling silence. Dim lights reflected the silhouette of Harley, sitting quietly in a wicker chair by the window. His hand gently caressed his growing belly. His breath was heavy, his eyes weary, but there was a warmth radiating from his gaze—a mixture of anxiety and hope too fragile to express."I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered softly, almost inaudibly. "Because you have to be born into a world like this..."Jonathan stood behind him, leaning against the wall as he watched Harley’s back. His eyes were dim. He knew that the child clearly belonged to Edgar, his rival, a product of the brief night Harley had spent with him. Yet everything was already done. And he chose to lie. He chose to keep Harley, to shield him from the outside world, including from the biological father of the child."I will stay here," Jonathan said softly. "No matter what, you won’t be alone."Harley remained silent. That was
Dima sat in his dark private room, illuminated only by the dim light of a desk lamp. His hands trembled as he gripped his phone, his mind filled with boiling jealousy and anger. He knew that Edgar was still thinking about Harley, even though they were engaged.“If he thinks he can play me, he’s dead wrong,” he murmured sharply under his breath.After a few seconds of hesitation, Dima finally dialed the number he had stored in his phone for weeks. The number of someone who shared a vendetta against Edgar and Harley.The phone rang for only a brief moment before Jonathan's voice came through on the other end, sounding relaxed yet cautious.“Dima. I didn't expect to hear from you,” Jonathan replied in a flat tone, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.“We need to talk,” Dima said directly without any preamble. “You know why I’m calling you, right?”Jonathan chuckled lightly, almost mockingly. “I think I have an idea. But it’s better if you explain.”Dima took a deep breath, tr
Harley sat on the sofa in Jonathan's living room, wearing an oversized sweater that wrapped around his increasingly changing body. His eyes were empty, staring out the large window facing a small garden with wilted roses. Autumn leaves fell slowly as if time itself had stopped moving.Jonathan entered from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a warm cup of tea, a plate of biscuits, and a newspaper. He appeared calm as if nothing was wrong in his life. Yet beneath his gentle demeanor lay an obsession that was spiraling out of control."You haven't left the room all day, Harley," he said as he sat on the sofa beside him. "I know you're tired, but fresh air is good for you."Harley merely mumbled, his voice almost drowned by his own sighs."I'm fine..."Jonathan gazed at Harley with an overly intense expression of concern. He shifted closer, touching the back of Harley's cold hand."No, you’re not fine. You’ve lost those who didn’t deserve your love. But I’m here, Harley. I will always be h
When the world has changed, sub-genders within a community are no longer foreign, men and women today are born with sub-genders that become increasingly prominent with age. Each birth will comprise 89% of the Beta group, where these Betas exhibit physical traits similar to ordinary humans, forming the majority of the general population. About 10% of births have the Alpha sub-gender; Alphas possess advantages over both Betas and Omegas. Alphas are characterized by stronger and more masculine physical traits and superior leadership skills, which is why almost all individuals with the Alpha sub-gender dominate sectors like finance and politics worldwide. At the very bottom and rarest is the Omega sub-gender. This group, often seen as the weakest, especially when it comprises men, frequently becomes the target of discrimination and prejudice.Edgar is a dominant Alpha, carrying the weight of expectations from his powerful father, Kingston. While Kingston appears to be a successful busines
Taking a deep breath, Edgar tried to calm himself after the events of last night. Swimming in the middle of the night, he ignored the biting cold to cool his mind, which felt like it was smoking due to the series of problems facing him. The expansive private pool was rippling, indicating its owner was cooling his head. His athletic body and tanned skin were sculpted perfectly thanks to his physical training. After surfacing and grabbing the towel prepared by a servant at the pool's edge, Edgar felt a slight burden on his mind beginning to lift. His phone rang, displaying the name Kingston—his father. Frowning, Edgar answered the call."What is it?" he asked tersely. His father must already know about the chaos that almost cost Dr. James his life, which Edgar had managed to prevent quickly."I know you can handle it. That's why I entrusted the leadership position in my left wing to you. Don’t get too comfortable; I have a new task for you. Hideko has discovered your identity that I hav
After the chaos that occurred at Lucid Dream, Edgar carried Dr. James to his mansion in a weak condition. With all his strength, Edgar restrained himself from going too far, instead choosing to take advantage of the situation to obtain what he had always wanted. The first meeting in front of the class with Dr. James lingered in his mind like a movie played on a loop. Right now, Dr. James was in his arms in a vulnerable state. Edgar's breath came in rapid gasps; the pheromones emanating from Dr. James's body truly ignited his primal instincts as an Alpha. His steps grew heavier, accompanied by a feeling of restlessness upon arriving at his mansion. Carrying a beautiful, naked omega like this was not easy.Laying Dr. James’s body on his king-size bed, Edgar ordered one of the female servants to dress Dr. James, who seemed tired and asleep. Edgar decided to take a cold shower to rid himself of naughty thoughts and wild fantasies about Dr. James's naked body that he had caught a glimpse o
After accidentally overhearing a conversation between Edgar and Kingston that shook his soul, Dr. James felt his heart ache intensely. He resolved not to disrupt the life of the young man who had saved his life twice after witnessing Kingston's negative reaction to Edgar’s actions of buying the young doctor at the auction. In this state, Dr. James finally decides to leave Edgar's mansion quietly, making every effort not to jeopardize Edgar's bright future. When facing Edgar, he tried to show that everything was fine, despite his heart rebelling and being filled with pain. Edgar, who had provided a comfortable special room for Dr. James, remained unaware of the inner turmoil afflicting the young doctor.A hushed night enveloped the mansion as Dr. James made his decision to leave. He stepped outside, ensuring that no one noticed him. With heavy and despondent steps, he managed to pass through the grand exit. Dressed simply without bringing anything except the clothes on his body, Dr. Ja
Harley sat on the sofa in Jonathan's living room, wearing an oversized sweater that wrapped around his increasingly changing body. His eyes were empty, staring out the large window facing a small garden with wilted roses. Autumn leaves fell slowly as if time itself had stopped moving.Jonathan entered from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a warm cup of tea, a plate of biscuits, and a newspaper. He appeared calm as if nothing was wrong in his life. Yet beneath his gentle demeanor lay an obsession that was spiraling out of control."You haven't left the room all day, Harley," he said as he sat on the sofa beside him. "I know you're tired, but fresh air is good for you."Harley merely mumbled, his voice almost drowned by his own sighs."I'm fine..."Jonathan gazed at Harley with an overly intense expression of concern. He shifted closer, touching the back of Harley's cold hand."No, you’re not fine. You’ve lost those who didn’t deserve your love. But I’m here, Harley. I will always be h
Dima sat in his dark private room, illuminated only by the dim light of a desk lamp. His hands trembled as he gripped his phone, his mind filled with boiling jealousy and anger. He knew that Edgar was still thinking about Harley, even though they were engaged.“If he thinks he can play me, he’s dead wrong,” he murmured sharply under his breath.After a few seconds of hesitation, Dima finally dialed the number he had stored in his phone for weeks. The number of someone who shared a vendetta against Edgar and Harley.The phone rang for only a brief moment before Jonathan's voice came through on the other end, sounding relaxed yet cautious.“Dima. I didn't expect to hear from you,” Jonathan replied in a flat tone, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.“We need to talk,” Dima said directly without any preamble. “You know why I’m calling you, right?”Jonathan chuckled lightly, almost mockingly. “I think I have an idea. But it’s better if you explain.”Dima took a deep breath, tr
The night enveloped Jonathan’s penthouse in a chilling silence. Dim lights reflected the silhouette of Harley, sitting quietly in a wicker chair by the window. His hand gently caressed his growing belly. His breath was heavy, his eyes weary, but there was a warmth radiating from his gaze—a mixture of anxiety and hope too fragile to express."I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered softly, almost inaudibly. "Because you have to be born into a world like this..."Jonathan stood behind him, leaning against the wall as he watched Harley’s back. His eyes were dim. He knew that the child clearly belonged to Edgar, his rival, a product of the brief night Harley had spent with him. Yet everything was already done. And he chose to lie. He chose to keep Harley, to shield him from the outside world, including from the biological father of the child."I will stay here," Jonathan said softly. "No matter what, you won’t be alone."Harley remained silent. That was
On a morning that should have been peaceful, Harley's world was once again shaken. The name "Dr. James" resurfaced in the headlines of digital media, but this time not as a lifesaver or accomplished young graduate, but as "James the fugitive Omega prostitute usually sold in elite nightclubs." Clara worked quickly. Footage from a blurry CCTV camera of an old club, snippets of fake documents, and paid testimonials began to surface—all pointing towards one narrative: James was not a victim, but a player. A fugitive. An Omega prostitute idolized by wealthy Alphas. Jonathan stared at the screen in his penthouse office, his jaw clenched. His hands were balled into fists, holding back his anger. “I will sue all of these media,” he muttered softly. “And Clara… she's gone too far.” However, Harley, standing in the corner of the room, remained silent. His body trembled slightly, his eyes vacant. The news stabbed him like a knife slowly embedded in his chest. Not just from the shame displ
The morning sky looked gray from the window of the Vallenstein family's private hospital. The scent of disinfectant mingled with the silence of the hallway—a reminder that life could depend on a single heartbeat.Mr. Lee lay weakly in a VIP room equipped with the most advanced medical tools. An oxygen tube was attached to his nose, and the heart monitor beeped slowly yet steadily. Mrs. Lee sat beside him, never leaving her husband's side since the shooting incident.Jonathan stood in the doorway, dressed in a semi-formal navy suit. His face was tired, but his eyes were sharp, observing Harley who stood next to the bed. The young man hadn’t strayed far from Harley since that incident.“Your father is strong,” Jonathan said quietly, placing a hand on Harley's shoulder from behind. “But the doctors say... the trauma has triggered his old heart disease. We have to be prepared for the worst.”Harley didn't respond. He just gazed at Mr. Lee, who was asleep, his heart aching as if it had bee
The rain had just subsided, leaving a thin mist hanging in the evening air. The Lee family's shophouse appeared calm from the outside, but the tension was palpable in every corner within. Jonathan stood not far from the second-floor window, his keen eyes monitoring the darkening street. Two fully armed personal guards were stationed at the front door, vigilant for any possibility.Suddenly, a soft popping sound echoed from behind the shophouse—like glass breaking gently. Jonathan immediately signaled with his hand. His two guards responded swiftly, moving toward the source of the sound.Harley, sitting with Mrs. Lee in the living room, stood up, sensing something was wrong. The next moment, the first gunshot shattered the silence. The back door was brutally kicked in, and three men in black suits stormed in, armed with silenced pistols.“Down! Protect them!” Jonathan shouted as he pulled Harley and Mrs. Lee toward the kitchen, away from the line of fire.Mr. Lee, who was sitting at th
That night was quiet. Only the sounds of crickets and the rustling wind accompanied Harley as he sat on the roof of the Lee family house. His long hair, almost touching his shoulders, fluttered gently in the spring breeze. That hair was a symbol of his new life, an identity born from wounds and escape.Once, when he was first found, his hair was short like most men. His clothes looked dirty and soaking wet, clinging to his thin body that trembled from the cold. He curled up in the corner of one of the train station benches—alone, wet, and almost fainting from exhaustion.Mr. and Mrs. Lee initially had no intention of stopping. But the look in the child's eyes halted their steps. His face… looked so much like their late child. So much so. Even the jawline, the eyebrows, and the expression of confusion and sorrow in his eyes seemed to resurrect memories they had never gotten the chance to bury."What is your name?" Mrs. Lee asked gently that night.The child was silent. His lips were ch
After accidentally overhearing a conversation between Edgar and Kingston that shook his soul, Dr. James felt his heart ache intensely. He resolved not to disrupt the life of the young man who had saved his life twice after witnessing Kingston's negative reaction to Edgar’s actions of buying the young doctor at the auction. In this state, Dr. James finally decides to leave Edgar's mansion quietly, making every effort not to jeopardize Edgar's bright future. When facing Edgar, he tried to show that everything was fine, despite his heart rebelling and being filled with pain. Edgar, who had provided a comfortable special room for Dr. James, remained unaware of the inner turmoil afflicting the young doctor.A hushed night enveloped the mansion as Dr. James made his decision to leave. He stepped outside, ensuring that no one noticed him. With heavy and despondent steps, he managed to pass through the grand exit. Dressed simply without bringing anything except the clothes on his body, Dr. Ja
After the chaos that occurred at Lucid Dream, Edgar carried Dr. James to his mansion in a weak condition. With all his strength, Edgar restrained himself from going too far, instead choosing to take advantage of the situation to obtain what he had always wanted. The first meeting in front of the class with Dr. James lingered in his mind like a movie played on a loop. Right now, Dr. James was in his arms in a vulnerable state. Edgar's breath came in rapid gasps; the pheromones emanating from Dr. James's body truly ignited his primal instincts as an Alpha. His steps grew heavier, accompanied by a feeling of restlessness upon arriving at his mansion. Carrying a beautiful, naked omega like this was not easy.Laying Dr. James’s body on his king-size bed, Edgar ordered one of the female servants to dress Dr. James, who seemed tired and asleep. Edgar decided to take a cold shower to rid himself of naughty thoughts and wild fantasies about Dr. James's naked body that he had caught a glimpse o