Rion Vale's POV
The ceiling above me feels endless — white, silent, and far too still.
I lay there, staring into it, and for the first time in years, I allow myself to remember.
I miss my world.
The world where I was born. The world where I belong.
I am not an ordinary alpha.
I was born of a rare bloodline — a pure-blooded alpha, one of the few who can impregnate another alpha. Our existence is an anomaly, a whispered legend in my homeland. My senses were always sharper, my strength greater, my pheromones… more intoxicating than any other.
Perhaps that's why I marked a human — and turned him into an omega.
My father, Kirez Blackwood, ruled the underworld — a man whose name alone could silence entire nations. He was a pure-blooded alpha, rare and powerful beyond measure. His presence carried authority; his pheromones could make even the strongest tremble.
But even he — the man born to command — fell to one person.
Hayes Shine.
Hayes was an alpha too — radiant, fierce, and breathtakingly beautiful. His golden eyes held the kind of warmth that could melt even the coldest soul. The world called it impossible, but it happened — Kirez's pheromones overpowered nature itself and marked Hayes as his.
And from that impossible love… I was born.
Hayes carried me in his womb, a miracle and a sin wrapped together in flesh. A child born from two alphas — the first of his kind.
The proof of a bloodline so rare that others hunted it for power.
I was raised surrounded by wealth and affection, but never freedom. My parents protected me from the world, knowing that every kingdom, every family that learned of my existence would want to use me — or destroy me.
Everyone wanted the blood that ran in my veins.
They wanted to erase it — erase us.
Pure-blooded alphas were hunted, captured, and experimented on, our blood sold for power. That's why my family lived in silence, hidden from the eyes of the world. We were rare… too rare to be left alive.
But I was reckless.
I wanted to see the world outside the walls of our hidden palace.
I wanted to breathe, to live as others did — not as a secret, not as a prize.
And that single act of defiance cast me into this world.
I sit up slowly, my gaze drawn to the window.
Outside, the city glows — artificial stars scattered against a velvet sky.
In the glass reflection, I catch sight of myself.
In my true world, my hair was white as snow, my eyes the color of liquid silver. Here, I look human — ordinary, almost fragile. I reach up and brush my fingertips over my face.
"So different," I murmur, my voice low, half-laugh, half-ache.
"But still… I can feel it. The blood of a pure-blooded alpha doesn't fade."
The blood of Kirez Blackwood.
The warmth of Hayes Shine.
Both burning inside me.
The air thickens with my pheromones — dark, rich, and heavy with the scent of black orchid. My lips curl into a faint smile.
Even in this world, my power remains untouched.
And Evan Lee…
My human who now carries my mark. My omega.
He doesn't know what he's becoming — not yet.
But I can already sense it… the way his scent shifts when I'm near, the faint tremor in his voice, the confusion in his eyes.
I wonder — will his body truly accept what my blood has made of him?
Can a human-turned-omega carry a pure-blooded alpha's child?
The thought sends a shiver through me.
A slow, dangerous smile tugs at my lips.
"Evan," I whisper into the dim light,
"I wonder how long you'll keep denying what you've become."
The morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, brushing across my face until my eyes fluttered open. I blinked, realizing I'd fallen asleep on the couch again. I'd spent half the night thinking about that world — my real one — the place I left behind.
I rubbed my eyes, stretching lazily as the soft morning breeze danced through the white curtains. Just as I started to relax, a sharp knock echoed against the door. I sighed.
Of course. Gen.
He had a gift for ruining my quiet mornings.
"Come in," I muttered.
The door opened, and my secretary stepped in, looking unusually tense.
"Good morning, sir," he greeted, his tone tight.
I raised a brow. "What's with that face?"
He clutched his tablet nervously. "Sir, you should see this."
I stood, rolling my shoulders with a casual stretch. "What happened?"
"Mr. Evan Lee just announced his marriage date."
For a moment, silence. Then, slowly, my lips curved into a smirk.
"Ah… really?"
Gen nodded, but his complexion had turned pale. I tilted my head, amused.
"Why do you look like you just heard bad news?"
He hesitated, then spoke carefully.
"Sir, since you've been… chasing Mr. Evan Lee lately — almost like a lover — I thought this news might upset you."
A quiet chuckle escaped my throat. "My overthinking secretary," I said, shaking my head. "You always imagine disasters before they happen."
He blinked, confused. "Did I… do something wrong, sir?"
"No," I replied smoothly, walking toward the window. "You did well. Just keep updating me about him." I paused, glancing outside where the sunlight hit the city skyline. "He's not my lover, Gen… but he's mine."
Gen's eyes widened slightly, his voice caught in his throat.
"Now," I added without turning back, "I want strong coffee."
"Yes, sir." He bowed quickly and left the room.
The air felt crisp and clean, but beneath it lingered something warmer — the faint pulse of satisfaction that came after mating with Evan Lee. My body felt lighter, stronger. Every morning since then had carried that same intoxicating freshness.
I smiled to myself.
Let the world believe he belongs to someone else.
They'll all learn soon enough — Evan Lee can't run from what's already inside him.