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Intro. The Beom family was a dynasty of power and prestige, whispered about in circles of nobility. Our bloodline was built upon generations of dominant alphas—men forged in strength and authority—but I was the quiet shadow, the single flaw in an unbroken chain. My mother named me Icarus before dying in childbirth, leaving me to bear her ghost in my face and fragility. I was the youngest of three sons, the only omega in a lineage of alphas, a cruel anomaly my father could neither accept nor love. From that day forward, Beom Taejoo buried his warmth with her, speaking to me only when duty forced his voice to acknowledge my existence. My brothers defined the shape of our fractured house. Taehee, the eldest, carried responsibility with reckless fire, his defiance a scandal that whispered through noble halls. Taeha, the middle son, was the favoured heir—disciplined, calculating, the embodiment of Father’s ideals.

The only omega in the bloodline of dominant alphas

@Icarus