MasukI was walking straight into the lion’s den and I didn’t care.
“I told you this was a bad idea,” Liam said tightly as the car pulled up to the Grey family estate. His hand hovered near mine on the seat but never quite touched.
I yanked the door open before the driver could. “I don’t need your permission. This is my home. My company. They need to see I’m still in control.”
Liam got out after me, jaw clenched. “You’re still recovering from the heat. You’re pregnant, Aiden. This isn’t the time to prove anything.”
“Stop saying that word,” I hissed, not looking at him. “I’m not... I’m handling it. Now stay behind me and keep quiet. I can do this alone.”
The heavy oak doors opened before I even reached them. My uncle Henry stood there, flanked by two cousins. Their smiles were all teeth.
“Aiden,” Henry drawled, eyes flicking over me with barely hidden satisfaction. “So good of you to come home. We’ve been waiting.”
I stepped inside, shoulders squared. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. I know what this is about. The differentiation. It changes nothing. I’m still the heir. Still running this empire.”
Henry laughed softly, closing the doors behind us with a heavy click. “Changes nothing? Look at you. An Omega. Weak. Scent all twisted up. The board will eat you alive.”
One of my cousins, Marcus, crossed his arms. “We’ve already had calls. Shareholders are nervous. An Omega leading Grey Enterprises? It’s a joke.”
My blood boiled. “A joke? I built half the divisions you’re profiting from. I closed the Nakamura deal when you all said it was impossible. Don’t you dare stand there and question me.”
Henry stepped closer, that smug look deepening. “You were never meant to be this weak, Aiden. Step aside gracefully. Let real Alphas handle the family business. We’ll even be generous. A nice settlement. Maybe a quiet place to... raise whatever you’re carrying.”
I felt the color drain from my face. “How do you know about that?”
Henry’s smile widened. “We have friends in the medical wing. Word travels fast when the heir falls so spectacularly.”
Liam moved then, positioning himself at my side. “He’s not stepping aside. And you won’t touch him.”
Henry’s gaze shifted to Liam, assessing. “Cole. Interesting choice of company. Come to claim your prize?”
“He’s not a prize,” Liam said, voice low and dangerous. “He’s the man who still owns this empire. Back off.”
I shot Liam a sharp look. “I told you to stay quiet. I can fight my own battles.”
“Can you?” Marcus sneered. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Pregnancy already taking its toll?”
“Shut your mouth,” I growled, but my vision blurred for a second. A wave of nausea hit me hard. I steadied myself against the hallway table.
Lucas appeared from the side hallway, face pale and conflicted. He’d been with me through dozens of crises, but never one like this. “Aiden, maybe we should take this slower. Henry’s already moving assets. Quiet transfers. He’s preparing the board for a vote.”
“Lucas,” I said, betrayal stinging fresh. “You knew?”
He looked down. “I tried to slow him down. But you’ve been gone. The heat, the hospital. People talk. Henry’s telling everyone you’re unfit.”
Henry chuckled. “Because you are unfit. An Omega carrying some Alpha’s bastard. What kind of leader does that make you? The board will laugh you out of the room.”
I stepped forward, fists clenched. “This bastard is mine. And I will burn this entire company down before I let you take it from me. You’ve always hated that Father chose me. Always wanted the power for yourself.”
“Power belongs to those strong enough to hold it,” Henry replied coldly. “Not to broken Omegas who spread their legs for the first compatible Alpha that comes along.”
Liam’s hand shot out, gripping my arm as I lunged forward. “Don’t. He’s baiting you.”
“Get your hands off me,” I snapped at Liam, but I didn’t pull away. His touch grounded me even as it pissed me off. “I don’t need you defending me like I’m helpless.”
“You’re not helpless,” Liam said quietly, eyes never leaving Henry. “But you’re not alone either. Not anymore.”
Lucas shifted uncomfortably. “Aiden, please. Henry’s already got three board members in his pocket. If you push now, they’ll vote you out immediately. Think about the baby. Think about what’s smart.”
“Don’t you bring the baby into this,” I snarled, voice cracking. “None of you get to use that against me. I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to wake up changed. To feel... to feel everything so much.”
Henry’s eyes gleamed. “Exactly. You’re emotional. Unstable. Typical Omega traits. The world will see it. The business world will destroy you.”
I laughed, cold and sharp. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Watching me break. Watching everything Father built go to you. Over my dead body.”
“It might come to that,” Henry said softly. “Accidents happen. Especially to fragile little Omegas under stress.”
Liam moved fully in front of me then. “Threaten him again and we’ll see how fragile I am.”
The room tensed. My cousins shifted, hands twitching. Lucas stepped between us, hands raised. “Everyone calm down. This isn’t helping. Aiden, you need to rest. You look pale.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, even as another wave of dizziness hit me. My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hated myself for it. “I’m still the one in charge here. You all work for me. Remember that.”
Henry shook his head slowly. “Not for long. The papers are already moving. By next week, we’ll have an emergency vote. You can either step down willingly or we’ll force you out. Either way, the Omega era ends today.”
“You bastard,” I whispered. “After everything I did for this family. After every sacrifice.”
“Sacrifices?” Henry sneered. “You enjoyed the power. The respect. Now you’ll learn what it feels like to be at the bottom. Where Omegas belong.”
Liam’s voice cut through like steel. “He belongs wherever he chooses. And right now, he’s choosing to fight. With or without your approval.”
I looked at Liam, that unwanted warmth spreading through my chest again. I shoved it down hard. “I told you to stay out of this. This is Grey family business.”
“It became my business when you called me,” Liam replied, meeting my eyes. There was something raw there. Something that made my stomach flip for reasons that had nothing to do with pregnancy. “I’m not walking away.”
Lucas sighed heavily. “Aiden, he’s right. You need support right now. Henry’s moves are aggressive. He’s already frozen some accounts.”
“Frozen my accounts?” I turned on Henry again. “You don’t have that authority.”
“I do when the board suspects instability,” Henry said smoothly. “And an Omega heir pregnant with an unknown Alpha’s child? That’s the definition of instability.”
“It’s not unknown,” Liam said quietly. “It’s mine.”
The silence that followed was deafening. I stared at him, shock freezing me in place. “Liam... what are you doing?”
“Claiming what’s mine,” he answered, voice steady. “The baby. You. This fight. All of it.”
Henry’s face twisted with disgust. “How touching. The fallen heir and his guard dog Alpha. Pathetic.”
I wanted to scream. At Henry. At Liam. At the way my body was starting to fail me right when I needed strength most. The room spun faster. My knees buckled.
“Aiden!” Lucas called out.
Liam moved like lightning, scooping me up before I hit the floor. His arms were solid, warm, safe. I hated how good it felt even as humiliation burned through me.
“Get him out of here,” Henry said coldly, watching with dangerous calculation in his eyes. “Before he embarrasses us further.”
Liam carried me toward the doors without another word. I pressed my face against his chest, too exhausted to fight.
“Put me down,” I whispered weakly. “I can walk.”
“Not right now you can’t,” he murmured against my hair. “I’ve got you.”
As the estate doors closed behind us, Henry’s final words echoed in my mind. The fight was just beginning. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could win it alone.
The house is finally quiet.Our son sleeps in the nursery down the hall, the monitor glowing soft green on the nightstand. The security feeds run silent in the background. For the first time in months there is no immediate threat, no countdown, no one waiting for us to drop our guard. Just the two of us in the wide bed we have claimed as ours, the low light of the bedside lamp painting gold across Liam’s bare shoulders.I am already hard when he turns to me. The pregnancy and the birth changed my body—softer in places, more sensitive everywhere—but the want never left. If anything it burned cleaner once the shame finally burned out.“Come here,” I tell him, voice rough.Liam moves over me without hesitation. His mouth finds mine in a deep, open kiss that tastes like the whiskey we shared earlier and pure hunger. I open for him immediately, tongue sliding against his, hands already mapping the hard lines of his back, the ridges of old scars, the warm skin I have memorized and still can
The baby laughs for the first time at the breakfast table and the sound rewrites every remaining hard edge in my chest.I sit with him in the morning light of the residence kitchen, one hand supporting his small weight against my shoulder, while Liam pours coffee and pretends he is not watching both of us with the same focused attention he once reserved for threat boards. Lucas stands near the counter with a tablet, waiting for the daily summary window.“He is gaining faster than the last projection,” Lucas says. “Clinic is satisfied. Marker remains stable. No new flags in the external monitoring.”“Good. Keep the controlled access list exactly as it is. No expansions without both of us signing.”“Understood. There are still quiet inquiries from two secondary packs. Nothing formal. Nothing that crosses the threshold we set after the strike.”Liam hands me the coffee and takes the baby for a moment so I can drink. “We note them and we do not chase. If they want a conversation they use
The final confirmation comes through at midday and for the first time since the birth I believe the immediate threat is actually gone.I stand in the study with the last status report open on the tablet. Liam reads it with me. Lucas has already stepped out to begin the staged reduction of the lockdown protocols. The baby sleeps upstairs under a lighter but still careful watch.“They are fully contained,” I say. “Leadership under formal restraint. Assets frozen pending long-term review. No residual teams in motion. The public narrative is holding.”“Yes.”“We can breathe.”Liam’s mouth curves slightly. “For a day. Maybe two. Then we see what the next observer decides.”“I know. But today I am taking the win.”I set the tablet down and turn to him fully. The weight that has lived in my chest for months feels different. Not gone, but changed. Manageable. Claimed.“I am Omega,” I say out loud, testing the word without the old edge. “I am a father. I am still the head of this empire. None
The first coordinated strike lands before sunrise and the rival pack’s leadership feels the full weight of the empire before they understand the window has already closed.I stand in the secure operations room with Liam at my right shoulder and the live status boards arrayed across the wall. Lucas monitors the secondary channels and legal triggers. Every element of the plan we locked the night before is moving in sequence, quiet and irreversible.“Financial pressure is live,” Lucas reports. “Three of their primary holdings just hit simultaneous regulatory flags. Two major credit lines are frozen pending formal review. Their operational accounts are under temporary restraint. They will feel the liquidity gap within the hour.”“Keep the pressure even,” I say. “No gaps they can route around. If one channel loosens, tighten the next.”Liam’s voice is low and steady beside me. “Perimeter teams report no premature movement from their enforcers. They are still committed to the original appro
Intelligence lands on the table at dusk and the only clean option left is to end the threat before it reaches the nursery door.Lucas stands across from me with the intercept summary still open on the secure display. Liam reads over my shoulder, silent, already calculating response windows. The baby is asleep under double watch two rooms away. The lockdown has held for days. It will not hold forever against a determined move.“They are moving assets,” Lucas says. “Financial signals shifted six hours ago. Personnel reassignments in two of their known holdings. Two enforcers left their usual territory without the usual cover stories. A third secure vehicle was logged near the outer approach routes that feed toward our secondary perimeter. They are not waiting for the full seventy-two hours to expire.”“How long do we have before they are in position?” I ask.“Thirty-six hours at the outside. Possibly twenty-four if they decide the formal window was only theater and they already have loc
The unexpected ally sits across from me in the secure meeting room and offers protection for my son in exchange for permanent bloodline access, and for one second the exhaustion almost makes the price sound reasonable.I keep my hands flat on the table so the tremor does not show. Liam stands behind my chair, silent and solid, already radiating the quiet refusal I can feel through the bond. The woman across from us is older, precise, and represents a pack that has never previously moved against us. Her posture is open. Her language is careful. The offer is not.“You are under direct and credible threat,” she says. “The formal declaration from the other side is not posturing. They have the resources, the political cover, and the willingness to force a custody conflict that will not stay private. We can place a protective screen around the child that neither they nor any similar pack will test lightly. In return we require scheduled bloodline access, limited medical oversight rights, an







