Vincent Estate – Private Council Room
Attendees: Elias & Leo Vincent, Anderson & her omega wife, Mr. & Mrs. Miller, James, Lucien, Max, Sam, Silas, Noah, Oliver
POV: Third Person
The room was wrapped in silence, thick with old money and ancient blood. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast golden light over the long obsidian table where the three heads of the most dangerous families in the world sat — each with their heirs beside them.
Elias Vincent sat at the head of the table, his dominant alpha presence commanding but not oppressive. Leo sat beside him, poised but protective — especially where their sons were concerned.
Anderson leaned back in her seat with practiced ease, her sharp eyes scanning each young face in the room. Her omega wife watched quietly, her hands folded, but her gaze missed nothing.
Mr. Miller, cool and unreadable, drummed his fingers against his glass. His wife said nothing — she didn't need to.
The room held generations of control, violence, protection, and legacy.
And now?
They were talking about the future.
Elias Vincent:
"We've ruled the world separately long enough. But our children… they don't just represent power. They represent peace."
Anderson:
"Agreed. They're bonded by more than name. They've been chosen by fate. Mates. Allies. Equals."
Mr. Miller:
"Then we secure it with time. Let them grow. Let them rule side-by-side — as one family."
Leo (calm, but firm):
"But on their terms. No forced bonding. No arranged control."
Anderson's Omega (smiling slightly):
"They're already tied together. This is only recognizing what's already begun."
There was a pause.
Then Elias said it — sealing it with finality:
Elias:
"In five years, they will decide to complete the bond — fully, publicly. Mate, and marry. Our families will not be alliances... we will be one bloodline."
The room nodded.
The triplets — Max, Sam, and Silas — sat tall, their eyes flickering with quiet intensity. They understood what this meant.
Noah, seated between Lucien and James, leaned forward slightly.
Noah (clearly):
"I accept. I choose them — all of them."
His mother's eyes softened. Pride. Worry. All tangled into one breath.
Lucien (softly to Noah):
"You sure about this?"
Noah (without hesitation):
"They are mine."
The agreement was sealed.
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Later That Evening – Private Moment with Noah and His Mother
POV: Noah
Noah stood on the balcony, watching the skyline light up like fireflies across the city. His mother stepped beside him, silent for a few seconds before speaking.
Anderson (softly):
"You've always had the power to burn kingdoms. Now you'll help rule one."
Noah looked up at her, voice calm.
Noah:
"I want to go to their school."
She blinked.
Anderson:
"The Vincent boys' academy?"
He nodded.
Noah:
"If I'm going to belong to them… I want to understand them. Walk their world. I don't want to be treated like glass."
Anderson studied him, then smiled slowly.
Anderson:
"Then you'll go."
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First Day – Outside the Vincent Academy
POV: Noah
Lucien pulled up in his black matte car, parked cleanly at the curb. He looked over at Noah, who was adjusting his collar in the mirror.
Lucien (light teasing):
"Still time to change your mind. I can kidnap you, throw you in a private lab, and tell your parents you vanished."
Noah (laughing):
"I'll pass. But thanks for the offer."
Lucien:
"They won't know what hit them."
Noah opened the door, but before stepping out, he paused.
Noah (quietly):
"Thanks… for being here. Always."
Lucien didn't reply at first. Then:
Lucien (soft):
"You were never alone. You just forgot."
Noah nodded.
Then stepped into the lion's den — the school of the Vincent heirs. With his head high. Ready to claim his place.
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