Chapter 36 - Chapter 35: The Real Truth (Special Chapter)

Olympus was dead. And now, Theron had been chosen—appointed by the Ten Council, the only authority with the power to legitimize his rule as the new Alpha King.

A grand ceremony was underway. The Alpha King's estate was filled with high-ranking Alpha officials, all present to bear witness to this pivotal shift in power. But they weren't alone. Beta reporters swarmed the grounds, their eager voices broadcasting the event to every corner of the world.

At the heart of it all, standing in the center of the throne room, was Theron. A towering presence. A force of pure dominance. His gaze was sharp, predatory, like a beast ready to sink its claws into the world. Beside him stood Jude, the head of the council, along with the other members who held the authority to seal his reign.

"On this day, by the power of the Ten Council, you, Theron Vaughn, are hereby anointed as the new Alpha King," Jude proclaimed, his voice solemn, reverent. "For your unwavering dedication to the future of our people and in honor of the fallen Alpha King Olympus, you alone have proven worthy of the throne."

With that, Jude placed the heavy crown upon Theron's head.

Among the spectators, Cairos, Theron's father, stood with an air of undeniable triumph. His son had succeeded. His plan had come to fruition.

Beside him, Crest, Theron's younger brother, watched in silence.

"Your brother was always destined for the throne," Cairos murmured, voice dripping with pride. "His blood is far stronger than yours, Crest. Remember that. From this moment on, you will obey him without question. Because of him, you will live a life of privilege. Be grateful. Do not ever again stand in the way of his plans."

Crest clenched his fists. "Understood, Father."

But deep inside, resentment festered.

All his life, he had been told he was nothing. A failure. A disgrace. A weakling compared to Theron, the pureblooded Alpha male. He should have been happy for his brother's success, but all he could feel was a seething hatred clawing at his insides.

Jude turned back to Theron. "Now that you wear the crown, what will be your first command, Alpha King?"

Theron smirked. A dark, dangerous smile.

"As my family and I take our rightful place in the Alpha King's estate, I command that all of Olympus's possessions be preserved—kept in a sacred space within his former home. His memory shall live on in our hearts."

But then his face hardened, twisted into something merciless.

"However, all remnants of Voder are to be destroyed. The former Alpha Prince is a traitor, and he chose to defy our world for the sake of a single insignificant being!"

Jude nodded, sensing the storm brewing within Theron. "And what do you wish to do about Voder and Alaric? Their loved ones? Their allies?"

A deadly silence filled the room.

Then, Theron's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"I want them captured. Hunted down like animals." His eyes burned with cold fury. "Their families. Their friends. Anyone who dares to protect them... will die. I will erase their lineage from existence. This is my first decree as Alpha King. For the future of Aurivelle!"

A deafening roar erupted from the hall. The officials, the council, the Beta reporters—they cheered, applauded, praised him as their savior.

Because in their eyes, Voder and Alaric were monsters that needed to be wiped out.

The ceremony ended. But for Theron and his father, this was only the beginning.

Inside the estate, Cairos beamed with satisfaction.

"At last, my son! You are now the Alpha King! I am so proud of you!"

Theron inclined his head. "Thank you, Father."

"And what now?" Cairos inquired.

A wicked smirk crossed Theron's lips. "Now... I go to the Omega Secret Facility. It is time to create my heir."

Crest frowned. "Wait... shouldn't I be the next in line? As your brother, doesn't that make me a candidate for the throne?"

Theron and Cairos laughed.

Mocking. Cold. Cruel.

"Don't be ridiculous, Crest," Theron sneered. "Someone with your weak blood has no place on the throne. You were never a contender."

Crest's hands trembled at his sides. Hatred curled inside him like a serpent.

Theron didn't waste another second. Before leaving for the Omega Secret Facility, he ensured that Voder's possessions were thrown away, discarded like garbage.

Standing in the ruined remains of the former prince's room, he smiled.

At last, the thorn in his side had been removed. Nothing stood in his way now.

As he strode down the halls of the estate, his keen senses led him to a particular door. Henry's room.

Theron pushed it open.

Books. Stacks of them. Countless volumes filled every inch of the space. But no sign of the scholar himself.

He stepped forward, eyes settling on an open book left on the desk.

A slow, knowing grin stretched across his face.

"Still reading about Omega Males, Henry?" Theron murmured. He dragged his fingers over the pages before closing the book with a snap.

"You should be grateful, you know. Your intelligence was instrumental in securing my throne." His voice was calculated, laced with quiet menace. "It's a shame, really. I should kill you for your ties to Voder. But... I still have use for you."

He turned on his heel, casting one last glance at the scholar's empty room.

"But don't be mistaken, Henry. You are nothing more than a Beta male. Weak. Helpless. Powerless. Whatever you try to do, whatever you try to change, it will amount to nothing because I hold the upper hand. You cannot resist me, I know."

With that, Theron issued one final order.

Everything belonging to Henry was to be discarded alongside Voder's.

But one book—the one on Omega Males about the real history of Aurivelle, he tucked it away inside Henry's bookshelf.

Hidden. Buried.

A secret only he would know.

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Voder and Alaric ran.

They had no choice.

Now, they found themselves hidden in a place so far removed from civilization that no one could ever hope to find them. The world beyond their secluded refuge had turned against them.

With them was Kali, their only remaining ally, a Beta who had risked everything to stand by their side.

Alaric's breaths were shaky, his voice tight with worry. "I fear for Henry. Are you sure he didn't want to come with us?"

Voder sighed, his expression clouded. "I tried. I begged him. But he refused. He wanted to stay behind... to watch. To gather information and relay it to us when the time is right."

Kali swallowed hard. "I just hope he's safe..."

Their steps led them to a small clearing where a stream flowed, fed by a cascading waterfall. Mist swirled in the air, cool against their skin. But more than its beauty, it was secluded. Hidden.

Then Voder noticed something—a narrow passage behind the falls.

"Alaric. Kali." His voice held a sudden intensity as he turned to them. "This could be it. A place to hide. Somewhere no one will think to look."

The two followed him, stepping carefully along the wet rocks, slipping into the opening behind the roaring curtain of water.

Inside, a cavern stretched before them, small but dry, shielded by the relentless fall of water outside. The air was damp, the walls glistening under faint beams of light filtering through the cracks.

Voder exhaled, relief settling in his chest for the first time in days. "This will do. No one will find us here."

But Alaric didn't respond.

He stood apart from them, his back turned, staring into the crashing water beyond. His shoulders were trembling.

Kali and Voder exchanged a glance before stepping closer.

"I know, Alaric," Voder said softly, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken understanding. "This isn't your fault. You never meant for this to happen."

Alaric's breath hitched. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. Then, he broke.

Tears spilled from his eyes as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—for both of you. And for Henry, too. Because of me, you're all in danger. Because of what I am. Because I was born an Omega male."

Voder shook his head. "Don't do that. Don't blame yourself."

"I don't either, Alaric." Kali's voice was quiet, steady. She offered him a sad, trembling smile. "You already know, don't you? That wherever you go, I go too."

Alaric's throat tightened.

Kali continued, voice cracking, "You are the only family I have left here. Even if we don't share blood. I'm just a Beta female—someone who can't bear children. Someone who was meant to die alone. But because of you, I had someone to care for. Even if it's just for a while... at least, before I die, I can say I had a family."

Tears streamed down Alaric's face.

His body shook with silent sobs.

Then, in a fragile voice, he whispered, "I never meant to kill your father, Voder. I only wanted to save you..."

Voder stilled, his expression unreadable. Then, after a long, heavy pause, he spoke.

"It's done. What's happened is irreversible." His voice was neither cruel nor forgiving—it was simply final. "And I already told you, Alaric... I chose this. I chose you. I swore to you that I would turn my back on everything for your sake. That promise hasn't changed."

Alaric sucked in a breath, his gaze drifting back to the falls before them.

Beyond the rushing water was the world they once knew. The world that now wanted them dead.

But here, for now, they were safe.

"For the time being," Voder said, his voice grounding them in the present, "we'll live here. We'll wait for news from Henry. And here, we'll build what we can—a home, even if temporary. A safe haven."

And for the first time in what felt like eternity, there was a flicker of hope.

A fragile, fleeting moment of peace in a world that wanted them erased.

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Two Years Later...

Voder, Alaric, and Kali had grown used to their quiet life in the wilderness. The forest had become their home, the rustling trees their only witnesses, the stars their only neighbors. Every night, they dined under the vast, open sky, their simple meals filled with laughter, warmth, and a silent longing for what they had left behind.

But tonight was different.

A sudden rustling of wings cut through the silence.

A pigeon landed before them, its tiny claws gripping the edge of their wooden table. It carried a small, rolled-up letter tied to its leg.

For a moment, they just stared at it.

Then—

"HOLY SHIT!" Kali shouted, nearly flipping the table over.

Voder lunged forward, grabbing the bird in his hands with the delicate care of a man who had just found gold. His heart pounded wildly as he untied the letter.

"This is Henry's handwriting!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with excitement.

Alaric, already tearing up, placed a hand over his heart. "Read it. Read it out loud, my love."

Voder nodded and unfurled the letter with shaking hands.

"To my beloved brother, Voder.

How are you? How is Alaric? And Kali? I pray that you are safe, that you have found peace somewhere far from harm. If this letter has reached you, it means my pigeon—ahem, my biologically enhanced, genetically modified, scent-detecting pigeon—has successfully tracked you down."

Silence.

Then Kali snorted so hard she nearly choked.

"Gods, he really couldn't help himself," she wheezed, wiping at her eyes. "Even his pigeons are now lab experiments." She sniffled, half laughing, half crying. "Damn it. I miss arguing with that lunatic."

Alaric placed a comforting arm around her. "We'll see him again," he murmured. "We have to."

Voder smiled softly and continued reading.

"Do not worry about me, brother. My life here is peaceful. In fact, I have even risen in my field—I am now a specialist in the anatomy of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas! My lifelong dream is finally realized! I am a scholar at last!"

Kali clutched at her heart dramatically. "Oh, I am so proud, I could just sob into my soup."

Alaric chuckled. "And Henry being Henry, he probably lectures people for free."

Voder grinned and kept reading.

"I also had the unfortunate luck of running into Theron after you all escaped.

For a moment, I thought it was over for me. That he would snap my neck the second he found me. But I did what any intelligent man would do.

I lied through my teeth.

I told him I had no idea where you were. That I was furious at you for betraying me, that I had cut all ties with you.

Brother, do not be mad! It was all an act! I SWEAR. PLEASE BELIEVE ME."

The entire forest shook with laughter.

"You absolute madman!" Kali howled, clutching her stomach. "Even in the face of death, he just bullshitted his way out!"

Voder shook his head, wiping at his eyes. "I should kill him for this."

"Good luck with that," Alaric added, grinning. "Henry is ten times sneakier than you."

Voder cleared his throat and continued.

"The world has changed since you left. And, well... I cannot believe I am saying this, but Theron isn't a complete disaster.

As much as I hate to admit it, he rules with order. There is peace but fear at the same time. But still... I know in my heart that if you had taken the throne, brother, our people would have been truly free."

A heavy silence fell over them.

Kali exhaled. "Damn."

Voder lowered the letter for a moment, his hands tightening around the paper. His heart ached.

He had made his choice—he had chosen love over power. And he never regretted it. But sometimes, late at night, when the forest was quiet, he wondered.

Alaric touched his hand gently. "Keep reading."

Voder nodded and continued.

"Oh, by the way, how are things with Alaric? Have you made Champ yet? Is he big now?

Tell him he has an uncle who loves him very much, even if I haven't met him yet."

Voder froze.

Kali's grin slowly stretched across her face.

Then, they both turned to look at Alaric.

Who was rubbing his big tummy.

"Champ," Alaric murmured, a soft smile curving his lips as he caressed his belly. "You have an incredibly smart and equally insane uncle waiting for you."

Kali practically pounced on him, placing her hands over his belly too. "And don't forget your amazing godmother! Your second mother!"

Alaric laughed, eyes bright with unshed tears.

Voder's chest felt tight.

His family. His everything.

He pressed a kiss to Alaric's forehead before turning back to Henry's letter.

"If you're still alive, if you're happy, then write back to me, okay? The pigeon knows its way home.

P.S. Tell Kali that our rivalry isn't over. She still owes me a duel of wits. I have been waiting. And I will destroy her when we meet again.

With love,

Henry."

Kali broke down completely.

"You idiot!" she sobbed, laughing through her tears. "I thought you forgot about me! You better be ready, Henry! Our battle is far from over!"

Voder wasted no time.

He grabbed a blank sheet of paper, scrawling every detail of their lives onto it—their survival, their joy, their baby on the way.

When he was done, he carefully placed the letter back into the pigeon's carrying pouch.

"Find Henry," Voder whispered.

The bird cooed, then took flight, vanishing into the dark sky.

They watched as it disappeared beyond the treetops.

"I hope it reaches him soon," Voder murmured. "I told him where we are. If he wants to find us... he can."

Kali wiped her eyes and smirked. "Then we better be ready for his grand entrance. You know Henry—he's going to come crashing in like a goddamn storm."

Alaric chuckled, resting a hand over his stomach. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And for the first time in two long years, beneath the vast expanse of the night sky—

They laughed. They cried. And they hoped.

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One day later... the pigeon returned.

Henry had barely slept. His nights had been spent pacing, waiting, hoping. But the moment he heard the familiar flutter of wings against his window, he sprang from his desk, nearly knocking over a stack of research papers in his haste.

There it was—his pigeon. Perched on the windowsill, tapping its beak insistently against the glass.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He rushed forward, his hands trembling as he unfastened the small, tightly wound scroll from the bird's leg.

For a moment, he just stared at it.

Then, taking a shaky breath, he unfolded the letter and began to read.

"To my dearly missed and beloved younger brother, Henry.

Thank you for your letter. It brought us relief beyond words to know that you are safe, that you are living in peace. Do not worry about us—Kali, Alaric, and I are well.

Did you know? While I read your letter to them, neither of them could hold back their tears. Especially Kali."

Henry let out a sharp, breathless laugh—the kind that teetered between amusement and sorrow.

"Damn it, Kali..." he whispered, his vision already blurring with tears.

He pressed a hand to his face, quickly wiping his eyes before the drops could stain the ink on the letter. He needed to see every word.

He read on.

"And, Henry, I have incredible news. Alaric's time is near.

He is close to giving birth.

I remember what you told us before—you wanted to be the one to assist him. You wanted to be there to process the birth of Champ.

If you can come as soon as possible, it would be best. By the time you read this, Alaric may already be in labor.

We will be waiting for you.

I have enclosed our location in this letter.

With love,

Voder, Alaric, and Kali."

Henry froze.

His breath hitched in his throat.

Then, in a blur, he stuffed the letter into his pocket and turned to grab his things.

(Knock. Knock. Knock.)

A voice called from outside his office.

"Doctor Henry, you have a patient waiting."

Henry cursed under his breath. He reached for his lab coat, slinging it over his shoulders, but not because he intended to stay.

He grabbed his emergency medical bag—his equipment, the tools he would need to deliver Champ safely into the world.

Then he flung the door open, meeting the Beta nurse with wide, urgent eyes.

"Tell them I cannot see them today. I have an urgent matter and must leave immediately."

The nurse hesitated. "...Doctor Henry, the patient is—"

"I don't care who they are! Reschedule them!" Henry snapped, pushing past her.

The nurse stepped back. "But, Doctor, the patient is the Alpha King."

Henry stopped in his tracks.

His stomach dropped.

For a moment, he just stood there, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"...Of all times," he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

Then he exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Tell him I have something urgent to handle. When I return, I will personally go to him."

The nurse hesitated. "Doctor, are you sure you—"

But before she could finish, Henry was already running.

His feet pounded against the floor as he rushed to his car, heart racing, hands gripping the keys so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He had to go.

He had to get to them.

But what he didn't know...

Was that Theron was watching.

From the shadows of a nearby building, the Alpha King stood, his golden eyes locked onto Henry's every movement.

For years, he had been observing. Waiting.

Because Henry was the key.

He knew Henry wasn't just a doctor trying to work normally in this world.

He was Voder's brother.

And if anyone could lead him straight to the traitors, it was him.

But Theron was a patient man. He wouldn't kill Henry. Not yet.

No—he would let Henry run.

He would let Henry think he was safe.

And then, when the time was right—

He would strike.

"Follow him." Theron's voice was low, commanding, laced with quiet menace.

Behind him, an Alpha soldier bowed his head.

"As you command, Alpha King."

And so, as Henry drove off into the night, racing against time to reach his family—

He never realized that he wasn't just running toward them.

He was leading Theron straight to their door.

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Henry was making good time on the open road, speeding toward his destination when something in his rearview mirror made his stomach drop.

A car.

Trailing right behind him.

"The hell?" Henry muttered, eyes narrowing.

This road was deserted—a long stretch of nothing but land, far from the city. He had specifically taken this route to avoid attention.

And yet, here was some mystery car, keeping pace with him.

Henry's gut twisted.

"Oh, come on! Don't tell me—"

A realization slammed into him.

"I'M BEING FOLLOWED."

For a brief, glorious moment, he considered flooring it—pushing the gas pedal so hard he'd vanish into the horizon like a legend.

But no. Too risky.

He needed to be smart.

And Henry was a genius.

So, with a deep, dramatic sigh, he did the last thing his pursuer would expect.

He pulled over.

Bringing his car to a stop at the side of the road, Henry took a deep breath, forcing a calm, relaxed expression onto his face.

Then, as if he had all the time in the world, he got out of the car, leaned against the door, and stared out at the vast, empty landscape like some kind of poetic soul contemplating life.

Act natural. Act natural. ACT NATURAL.

Moments later, his follower—a large Alpha male—pulled up beside him.

Henry fought the urge to smirk.

The Alpha stepped out, exuding all the usual intimidating, stoic energy that his kind was known for.

Henry tilted his head innocently.

"Oh?" He blinked in fake surprise, putting on his best 'clueless doctor' expression. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

The Alpha's face remained blank. "I was ordered to patrol beyond the city borders. But I should ask—you, Doctor Henry, why are you out here?"

Henry clasped his hands behind his back, looking around as if he had just discovered the wonders of nature for the first time.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, voice dripping with fake enthusiasm.

The Alpha male blinked.

"...What?"

Henry sighed dramatically, waving an arm toward the endless open fields.

"Look at this! The peace! The silence! The absolute lack of annoying city noises!"

He turned to the Alpha with mock seriousness.

"I came here for a break. My job is exhausting, you know. So many people depending on me. Every once in a while, I like to come out here to breathe. To escape my responsibilities for just a moment. Am I not allowed?"

The Alpha hesitated.

Henry smiled. Got him.

"...I see," the Alpha finally said. "Then I will leave you to your rest."

With that, the soldier turned, got back in his car, and drove away.

Henry waited.

He kept his casual stance, arms crossed, humming to himself, until the car was completely out of sight.

Then—

His face split into a massive, victorious grin.

"HA! YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT."

He threw his hands into the air, laughing to himself.

"I swear, you Alphas are all the same! You've got the muscles but NO BRAIN CELLS!"

He smirked, dusting off his coat.

"It pays to be a specialist. I know exactly where to hit to make you all crumble."

Then, with a final, satisfied nod, Henry climbed back into his car, checked his mirrors to ensure he was truly alone, and sped off toward Voder's location.

Meanwhile...

Back at the capital, the Alpha soldier returned to report.

Theron leaned back in his seat, fingers steepled, golden eyes dark with thought.

"What news do you have on Henry?" he asked.

The soldier bowed his head.

"He left the city to... rest."

Silence.

Then—

A slow, knowing smirk crept across Theron's face.

"To rest?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Henry, Henry, Henry..." he murmured to himself. "Do you really think I'm that easy to fool?"

Then he turned back to the soldier, his smirk fading into something colder.

"Continue watching him." His voice was low, sharp, and deadly.

The Alpha bowed once more. "Understood, Alpha King."

And so, unbeknownst to Henry—

His little 'victory'?

Was only the beginning of the game.

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Deep in the heart of the forest, Henry found himself in the worst kind of danger.

Not from wolves, not from rogue Alphas, not even from Theron's soldiers—but from a gang of incredibly hostile monkeys hurling their own feces at him.

"WAIT! STOP! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" Henry shrieked, dodging left and right, arms flailing wildly as he tried to escape the unholy barrage.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME! BROTHER! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, I'M HERE!"

Inside the hidden cave, Voder, Alaric, and Kali were enjoying a peaceful evening—until a very familiar voice pierced the air.

The three froze.

Then—

"Is that... Henry?" Voder whispered.

"Screaming for dear life?" Alaric added, blinking.

"...Should we be concerned?" Kali asked, not entirely sure if she should laugh or run outside with a weapon.

Then another horrified wail echoed through the forest.

The answer was clear.

They rushed outside—only to witness the exact moment a monkey hurled a particularly large pile of dung straight at Henry's face.

SPLAT!

Silence.

Kali burst out laughing.

Alaric was trying not to cry—from both joy and secondhand embarrassment.

Even Voder, ever the composed leader, rubbed a hand over his mouth to suppress his chuckle.

Henry stood there, frozen in horror, brown sludge dripping from his face.

Slowly, he turned toward them.

"This..." he croaked, blinking through the filth, "is a BEAUTIFUL welcome. Truly. I am..." He gagged. "...overwhelmed."

Kali, still laughing uncontrollably, waved her hands frantically. "Okay, okay! Enough! Monkeys, STOP! He's our friend! No more throwing poop!"

As if understanding her, the monkeys chattered and scattered, retreating into the trees.

Henry wiped his face with as much dignity as he could muster, shooting Kali a look.

"Oh? Since when did you become the QUEEN OF THE JUNGLE?" he snarked. "Are you their Beta Queen now? Do they bow to your command?"

Kali grinned. "Maybe. You jealous?"

Before Henry could snap back, Voder clapped a hand on his shoulder—then immediately pulled it back with a grimace.

"...Henry." Voder sighed, amused. "I'm so glad to see you. Truly. But please, for the love of the gods, wash yourself first. You reek."

Henry gave him a deadpan stare.

"Wow. What a heartwarming reunion."

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After scrubbing himself clean, Henry finally sat inside the cave, taking in his family's home of two years.

He whistled in impressed disbelief.

"You guys actually lived here all this time?" he asked, eyes scanning the sturdy walls, the carefully arranged supplies, and the cozy makeshift bedding.

"Yes," Voder said, smiling softly. "And we've been safe here."

"Honestly, I'm kind of amazed," Henry admitted. Then, with a grin, he gestured at Voder's outfit. "And YOU—look at you in your survival gear! This is a good look for you, brother."

Voder chuckled. "Thank you. But, truly, it's YOUR uniform that stands out. You look like you own a hospital now."

Henry smirked. "Not quite, but I AM a big deal."

Then his gaze fell on Alaric, and his entire face lit up.

"Alaric!" he cried, rushing forward. "It's so good to see you again!"

Alaric beamed. "Same to you, Henry!"

And then—Henry's eyes dropped to Alaric's large belly.

His expression went from joy to absolute delight.

Without hesitation, Henry crouched down and pressed a hand against Alaric's stomach.

For a moment, he just stared in awe.

Then—

A sharp kick hit his palm.

Henry gasped dramatically.

Alaric laughed. "That was Champ."

Kali smirked. "Seems like he's NOT thrilled about meeting his uncle."

Henry placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Champ, how COULD you? I came all this way just for you!"

Kali leaned closer, grinning. "Maybe he's just practicing. He'll probably kick you every day when he's born."

"Oh, ha-ha." Henry rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious."

Kali wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe I should teach him to aim."

"Maybe I should kick YOU first."

Alaric sighed, amused. "You two haven't seen each other in years, and the first thing you do is argue."

"Some things never change, my love," Voder chuckled.

Henry huffed, crossing his arms. "ANYWAY! I came here to check on Alaric's condition. Let's not waste time!"

Alaric nodded excitedly. "Yes, please, Henry!"

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Henry set down his medical bag and pulled out his equipment.

"Alright," he said, slipping on his gloves. "I'm going to examine everything carefully. This will be a little intimate, Alaric, but please know, I have zero inappropriate thoughts. Do we all understand?"

Alaric smiled warmly. "I trust your professionalism, Henry."

Henry nodded, his doctor mode activating.

"Alright, first, I need to remove your clothes and I need to examine your—"

"HOLD IT."

Kali spun around dramatically, eyes squeezed shut.

"I REFUSE to witness this!"

Henry groaned. "It's a MEDICAL EXAM, Kali. Not a strip show."

"Yeah, well, I STILL refuse!" Kali crossed her arms. "I swear, if you get weird, I'll throw you back to the monkeys."

"Excuse me!" Henry scowled. "I am a PROFESSIONAL."

"You're also a man."

Henry threw up his hands. "Oh, for the love of—"

Then—

"Henry, do NOT lust at my Omega."

Voder's deadpan warning was the final straw.

Alaric burst out laughing.

Henry, gaping in disbelief, turned bright red.

"ARE YOU ALL SERIOUSLY DOING THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW?!"

Kali smirked. "Just making sure."

Voder sighed dramatically. "Better safe than sorry."

Alaric was still giggling. "Sorry, Henry. I had to let them have their fun."

Henry pinched the bridge of his nose.

"...I swear, I should have stayed with the monkeys."

Henry took a deep breath, rolling up his sleeves, his sharp eyes scanning Alaric's body with absolute focus.

"I'm going to examine your birth canal now, Alaric," he said, voice calm and professional. "You might feel something... unusual."

Alaric nodded, mentally preparing himself.

Henry pressed gently on the outer part of Alaric's birth canal, checking for signs of dilation. The moment his fingers applied pressure—

"Ah—!"

Alaric let out an involuntary sound and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, his face turning bright red.

"HENRY!"

Voder's outraged voice shot through the cave.

"BROTHER!" Henry nearly jumped, holding his hands up in surrender. "I TOLD YOU HE'D FEEL SOMETHING STRANGE! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WEIRD!"

Alaric, now giggling despite himself, shook his head. "It's alright, Voder."

Voder crossed his arms, still scowling. "I swear, if you step out of line—"

"Yes, yes, I know. You'll throw me to the monkeys." Henry rolled his eyes before turning back to Alaric.

"I've noticed some fluid release," he continued. "Which means... your labor could start anytime."

Alaric exhaled deeply, nodding with determination. "I'm ready."

Henry hesitated. "I would have preferred to bring you to my clinic, but at this point, that would be too risky. The journey would put too much strain on your body."

He glanced around, taking in the cool, quiet atmosphere of the cave.

"But this place," he murmured, "this will be perfect for your delivery."

Voder immediately straightened. "What do you need, Henry? Tell me everything, and I'll take care of it."

Henry smirked. "Look at you, Mr. Hands-On Father."

Voder clicked his tongue but didn't deny it.

Alaric laughed. "Voder hasn't changed at all, Henry. He never lets me get tired or go hungry. He's the one who finds all our food, does all the heavy work... he's been my rock."

Henry snickered. "As he should be." Then, turning serious, he listed, "Alright. We need to prepare the cave properly"

"Check for insects and clean the space. We can't have anything contaminating the birth site.

Find large, clean leaves for Alaric to lie on and for Champ's arrival.

Boil water from the stream. Even if it's clean, we need to sterilize it.

Gather medicinal plants, especially aloe vera and other herbs that will help with Alaric's recovery."

Voder nodded sharply. "I'm on it." And without another word, he vanished into the forest.

Kali cracked her knuckles. "I'll handle the boiling water and cleaning duty." She grabbed a nearby bucket and stomped toward the stream.

As they all moved to prepare, Alaric turned to Henry, his eyes warm with gratitude.

"Henry... thank you. I don't know what we'd do without you."

Henry grinned, placing a reassuring hand over Alaric's. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. I mean, when else will I get to assist in an Omega male's childbirth? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience!"

Alaric chuckled. "Champ is lucky. He has an uncle who's willing to do anything for him."

Henry's smile softened, his fingers squeezing Alaric's hand.

But as the moment settled, his expression darkened.

"Still... we must all be careful," he warned. "Especially Champ. Theron is too powerful. He controls the world now. We don't know what his next move will be."

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The weight of reality pressed heavily against their hearts.

...

...

...

Hours passed.

Now, deep into the night, Henry and Voder sat outside the cave, talking under the dim glow of the moon.

The fire flickered beside them as they caught up on lost time, sharing stories, teasing each other, and laughing as if the past two years of separation had never happened.

But then—

"Voder!"

Alaric's sharp cry pierced the night.

Henry and Voder snapped to attention, their bodies going rigid.

Their eyes met.

"It's time, brother." Henry's voice was serious. "Alaric is going into labor."

Voder nodded once, his entire body tense with urgency.

They ran.

Bursting into the cave, they were met with the sight of Kali panicking, flailing her arms.

"HE'S HAVING THE BABY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" she shrieked.

Henry rubbed his temples. "Kali, breathe. You're stressing him out. If you can't handle this, wait outside."

Kali paused—then, with a frantic nod, she scrambled out of the cave.

Henry turned to Voder.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked.

Voder's face was pale, but his eyes burned with determination. "Of course. I want to be here for him."

Henry nodded in approval. "Then let's get to work."

They moved fast.

The clean leaves were laid out.

The boiled water was ready.

The medicinal herbs were set nearby.

Their only source of light now was the flickering flames from the torches at the cave entrance.

Alaric lay on his back, his body trembling, his face twisted in pain.

He was holding his stomach, his breathing labored.

"I—I can feel him! He's coming!" Alaric gasped.

Henry knelt beside him, taking his hands with a steady grip.

"You're doing great, Alaric. I'm here. We're all here. Just focus on my voice."

Alaric nodded weakly, sweat dripping down his temples.

Voder moved beside him, clutching his hand tightly. "I'm here, my love. I won't leave your side."

Alaric turned to him, tears gathering in his eyes.

Voder pressed his forehead against Alaric's, whispering, "You're strong. You can do this."

Henry took a deep breath, positioning himself.

Henry moved swiftly, slipping on his gloves with precision. The moment had arrived, and there was no room for error.

With steady hands, he gently removed Alaric's clothing, preparing him for the final stage of labor.

"Spread your legs for me, Alaric," Henry instructed, his voice calm yet firm.

Alaric obeyed, his breathing uneven, labored.

"Your birth canal is expanding rapidly," Henry noted, his sharp eyes analyzing every change. "That means Champ is ready to come out."

Voder tightened his grip on Alaric's hand as another wave of pain wracked his body.

Alaric let out a cry, his entire frame trembling.

"I'm here, Alaric. I'm right here. Don't be afraid." Voder whispered, pressing his forehead against Alaric's. His hand was warm, steady—a lifeline.

Alaric clung to him, his knuckles turning white.

"Use Voder's hand as an anchor," Henry advised. "Every time you push, squeeze as hard as you need to."

Voder nodded quickly. "Squeeze me as much as you want, My love. Take all my strength if you need it."

Alaric let out a deep, shuddering breath, then bore down with everything he had.

"I CAN SEE CHAMP'S HEAD!" Henry announced, his voice filled with determination.

Alaric cried out, his entire body shaking from the sheer effort.

More fluid gushed forth, his birth canal stretching further, accommodating the passage of new life.

"You're doing amazing, Alaric! Just a little more!" Henry encouraged.

Alaric screamed through clenched teeth, his strength waning, but he refused to stop.

"Just one more big push!" Henry urged.

And with one final, earth-shattering cry, Alaric gave everything he had left—

And Champ was born.

Henry caught the tiny, delicate body in his hands, placing him gently onto the clean leaves they had prepared.

A long, agonizing moment passed in silence.

Then—

A wail.

A tiny, fragile cry echoed through the cave.

"There it is!" Henry gasped, his heart pounding.

Alaric and Voder froze, their teary eyes locked on the small, wailing baby.

"The first cry is critical," Henry said, his voice shaking slightly. "It means his lungs are working—he's breathing! He's alive!"

Voder let out a shaky, relieved laugh, his own tears finally breaking free.

Alaric, despite being utterly drained, smiled through his exhaustion and overwhelming emotions.

"Champ..." Alaric whispered, his entire world narrowing down to the tiny being before him.

Henry grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his elbows.

"One healthy, bouncy, and ridiculously cute baby boy!" he declared, chuckling.

He waited five minutes—watching, monitoring—until the umbilical cord stopped pulsating, signaling that Champ had received all his oxygen-rich blood from the placenta.

Then, with meticulous care, he cut the cord.

The baby squirmed, but his cries were strong, healthy. Perfect.

"Can I... can I hold him?" Alaric whispered.

Henry's expression softened.

"Of course."

With gentle hands, he lifted the newborn and carefully placed him in Alaric's waiting arms.

The moment Alaric felt the warmth of his child against his chest, his tears spilled over.

"Champ..."

Voder knelt beside him, eyes glossy with emotion.

"He's perfect." His voice cracked as he reached forward, tracing a careful finger along his son's tiny cheek.

Then, looking at Henry, he exhaled shakily.

"Thank you, Henry. We owe you everything."

Henry smiled, though he looked just as emotional.

"No need to thank me. I was just as nervous as you were. This was my first time assisting in an Omega male's birth, after all. But... everything went perfectly. Alaric did an incredible job."

Alaric laughed weakly, still gazing down at his child.

Henry cleared his throat, getting back into doctor mode.

"Alright, I need to clean up both Champ and Alaric now. Voder, you should step out for a moment."

Voder hesitated. "But I want to help—"

"No gloves, no helping." Henry shot him a look. "I need to disinfect Alaric's birth canal properly. No exceptions."

Alaric smiled reassuringly, his voice still hoarse.

"Don't worry, my love. Champ isn't going anywhere. He's staying right here with us."

Voder still looked reluctant but eventually nodded. "Alright. Call me if you need anything."

He pressed a soft kiss to Alaric's forehead and then stepped outside.

Henry had just started cleaning Alaric's lower half when—

"ALARIC! CONGRATULATIONS! I'M FREAKING OUT! LET ME IN!"

A high-pitched squeal nearly rattled the cave walls.

Alaric and Henry both jumped.

"Kali?!" Henry barked.

"I CAN'T HELP IT! I'M TOO EXCITED! I'M DYING TO SEE LITTLE CHAMP!"

Henry rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt.

"YOU CAN'T COME IN YET! I'M STILL CLEANING UP!"

"UGHHH! HURRY UP THEN! I'M LITERALLY ABOUT TO EXPLODE FROM HAPPINESS!"

Alaric laughed weakly, holding Champ close to his chest.

"She's been waiting a long time for this," he murmured, smiling fondly.

Henry sighed dramatically, but his lips twitched with amusement.

"Well, she better not break down the cave entrance before I finish."

And so, as the first light of dawn began to creep through the trees, laughter and love filled the hidden cave.

Champ had arrived.

...

...

...

Henry exhaled in satisfaction, pulling off his gloves as he took a step back.

Everything was clean. Alaric was dressed. And most importantly, Champ was safe in his mother's arms.

"Alright," Henry began, rolling his shoulders. "It's time for Champ's first feeding."

Alaric looked down at his newborn, smiling softly.

"The first hour after birth is called the Golden Hour," Henry explained, his voice slipping into 'Doctor Mode.' "During this time, the baby's natural instincts to latch at their strongest. Your chest will produce a golden liquid called colostrum—it's packed with nutrients, antibodies, and immune-boosting properties. It's the best thing you can give him right now."

Alaric nodded, touched by the moment. "Thank you, Henry."

With gentle hands, he positioned Champ closer to his chest, guiding him toward his nipple.

And then—as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life—Champ instinctively latched on, his tiny lips suckling for the first time.

Alaric gasped slightly, feeling an odd, tingling sensation as his newborn nursed from him.

Then—he laughed.

It wasn't loud, just soft, breathless chuckles, filled with wonder and warmth.

"That feels... strange. But kind of nice, too," he murmured, gently stroking Champ's head.

A few steps away, Voder stood frozen—watching, silent, completely entranced.

His eyes never left Alaric and Champ.

A smile stretched across his face, one that he didn't even realize had formed.

Henry noticed immediately.

And because Henry was Henry—

He had to ruin the moment.

"I know what you're thinking, Brother," Henry teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

Voder blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Huh?"

Henry grinned wickedly.

"You want to taste Alaric's milk too, don't you?"

Voder choked on air.

"WHAT?!"

Alaric, biting his lip to suppress his laughter, shot Henry a warning glare—because he didn't want to startle Champ.

Voder huffed, crossing his arms. "You're insane."

But then—he leaned in closer and whispered to Alaric.

"...Can I?"

Alaric's eyes widened—but only for a second. Then he almost burst out laughing.

Henry snorted. "If you really wanna try it, go ahead." He waved a hand dismissively. "But PLEASE do it when I'm NOT here!"

Voder groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. "I swear, you are the worst little brother ever."

Alaric, still chuckling, sighed. "Maybe later, my love. Champ gets first dibs."

Voder nodded solemnly. "Of course. Champ comes first."

Henry dramatically wiped away a fake tear. "What a beautiful father-son bond. Truly, I'm moved."

"Shut up, Henry."

...

Once the teasing had died down, Henry turned serious again.

"Now, listen up, Alaric," he said, putting his 'Doctor Voice' back on. "Since you just gave birth, you need plenty of rest. Stay in bed as much as possible."

Alaric sighed. "I'm not made of glass, Henry—"

Henry cut him off immediately.

"No arguments. Your body just did something incredible, but that doesn't mean you can start running around like normal. If you push yourself too hard, you could get seriously hurt."

Alaric nodded reluctantly. "Fine... I'll be good."

Henry smirked. "I'll be checking in on you and Champ regularly."

Alaric raised a brow. "You're really willing to travel all this way just for that?"

Henry grinned. "Of course."

Alaric's smile softened. "Thank you, Henry."

Henry shrugged casually, but there was deep affection in his eyes.

"What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't take care of my nephew?"

...

...

...

For five long months, Henry had been traveling back and forth to the hidden forest, ensuring Alaric's safe recovery and checking on baby Champ.

But he wasn't the only one watching.

Theron's men had been silently tracking his every move.

"Alpha King, Doctor Henry continues to visit the same location." The Alpha male knelt before Theron, his voice low but certain. "He's up to something important."

Theron's lips curled into a smirk.

"A daily retreat to a faraway place?" His voice was laced with mock amusement. "Please, Henry. Do you take me for a fool?"

He leaned forward, his golden eyes narrowing.

"He's meeting Voder and Alaric. I'm sure of it."

Another soldier stepped forward. "And, Alpha King... I spoke with one of his assistants. They mentioned Henry is always in a hurry and carries medical supplies—specifically for pregnant Omegas."

A cold silence fell over the room.

Then—BANG.

Theron's fist slammed against his desk, rattling everything in its place.

"No. It can't be!" His voice was a mix of rage and disbelief.

His chest heaved. His vision blurred with fury.

"Alaric was pregnant this whole time?!"

His roar shook the very walls of his office.

"I WON'T ALLOW THIS!"

Theron's eyes blazed with raw hatred as he turned to his warriors.

"Send our best Alphas! Track Henry! Don't stop until you find them—and bring them to ME!"

The soldiers immediately bowed and rushed out.

Theron breathed heavily, his entire body tense with rage.

But then—

A small voice called out.

"F-Father?"

A young boy peeked hesitantly through the door. His eyes were wide, filled with fear.

"Are you... are you angry? I heard you yelling..."

Theron's expression immediately shifted.

He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down as he looked at the child.

"I'm fine, Deux. You don't need to worry."

Deux nodded slowly before stepping forward to wrap his small arms around Theron's leg.

Theron gently placed a hand on his head.

"Remember, Deux. You are my heir." His voice was low, commanding. "One day, you will become the next Alpha King. Do not fail me."

Deux swallowed hard, his little fingers clinging tighter.

"I won't, Father. I promise. I won't be like... like my brother."

The fear in his voice was unmistakable.

...

Meanwhile, Henry was on the road, his car filled with medical supplies for Alaric and Champ.

But then—his stomach dropped.

He glanced at his rearview mirror.

Two cars.

Moving fast.

Chasing him.

Henry's heart pounded.

"Oh, for the love of—"

He immediately slammed on the gas, but the enemy vehicles were just as quick.

Then—a problem.

The two cars flanked him, boxing him in.

They were forcing him to keep driving forward.

Henry gritted his teeth.

"Damn it!"

Still, he kept going.

Because he knew—if he could just reach the forest, he had a chance.

A chance to lure them into Voder and Kali's traps.

...

The second Henry arrived at the forest's edge, he exhaled deeply.

But he had no time to celebrate.

The enemy vehicles parked beside him.

Within seconds, ten Alpha males emerged.

One of them knocked on Henry's window.

Henry forced a smile, rolling it down.

"Ah, gentlemen! What a surprise!" he said, his voice dripping with fake cheerfulness.

"Doctor Henry," one Alpha growled. "You've been coming here a lot. What exactly are you doing?"

Henry stepped out of the car, stretching his arms like he was on a relaxing vacation.

"Oh, just an expedition," he said casually.

The Alphas frowned.

"An expedition? For what?"

Henry gestured grandly toward the forest.

"Wildlife preservation!" he declared. "I don't just specialize in humans, you know. I have a deep passion for animal care."

The soldiers exchanged confused glances.

"What...?"

Henry smirked.

And then—

"HU HU HA HA!"

He mimicked a monkey's call. Loudly.

The Alphas just stared.

"...Doctor Henry, have you lost your mind?" one finally asked.

Henry just grinned wider.

Because he saw it.

From the trees—

A monkey appeared.

And then another.

And another.

Henry bowed dramatically.

"You fools. You absolute, beautiful fools."

The Alphas blinked in confusion.

Then—disaster struck.

SPLAT!

Monkey poop.

Raining down. Everywhere.

The first Alpha froze in horror as a disgusting brown mass slid down his face.

Another soldier accidentally inhaled—

And gagged violently.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"IT'S IN MY MOUTH!"

"I'M GOING TO BE SICK!"

The once intimidating warriors were now screaming, flailing, running for their lives.

Henry laughed maniacally.

"DON'T MESS WITH THE CALL OF NATURE!" he shouted before vanishing into the forest.

...

Henry rushed into the hidden cave, panting.

"Voder! We have to go—NOW!"

Voder immediately stood, his arms tightening around Champ.

"What's happening?!"

"I WAS FOLLOWED! Theron's men are here!" Henry explained, grabbing supplies in a frenzy. "I'll lead them into the traps. Once they're far enough, get to my car and drive the hell out of here!"

Voder shook his head firmly.

"No. We all leave together."

Henry groaned. "Brother, don't be stubborn—"

"Not up for debate. We leave together."

Henry gritted his teeth.

Then—he exhaled.

"Fine. But let me be the distraction first. When I say go—you RUN. Got it?"

Voder nodded.

And then—

Henry darted back outside.

He had one mission now.

Lead the enemy straight into the traps.

And pray to the gods that they all made it out alive.

...

The Alpha males, furious at Henry's escape, had turned their wrath on the monkeys, hurling stones at them until they scattered into the trees.

And now—all their focus was back on Henry.

Henry's stomach twisted as he realized he was officially screwed.

"Time to run!" he muttered to himself.

Without hesitation, he sprinted into the forest, the Alpha males roaring behind him as they gave chase.

The ground shook under their heavy footsteps, but Henry was fast, weaving through the thick foliage like a man whose survival depended on it—because, well, it did.

His only hope?

The traps.

...

As soon as Henry led the Alphas away, Voder wasted no time.

"Move, now!" he ordered, ushering Alaric, Champ, and Kali into the car.

Alaric held Champ close, wrapped in a soft fabric, the baby's tiny form peacefully sleeping despite the chaos around them.

"I hope Henry makes it out of this," Alaric whispered, his arms tightening protectively.

Voder placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about Henry." His voice was firm, confident. "That brother of mine is too smart to get caught. He'll outthink those Alphas."

Alaric nodded, but his heart still ached with worry.

Voder turned back to the road, his stance tense, ready.

"Stay inside the car. If any Alpha shows up, I'll handle them." His voice dropped into something cold, unforgiving. "And I'll make sure they never stand again."

Alaric, usually one to protest, remained silent. He knew how much Voder had already lost.

"Let me help you fight, Voder," he said instead.

Voder shook his head. "No. Stay with Champ. Protect him. That's your battle now."

Alaric hesitated—but finally nodded.

...

They had been waiting for minutes that felt like hours—when suddenly, a filthy, panting, wild-looking Henry stumbled out of the trees.

"HENRY!"

Voder took one look at his dirt-covered, breathless, half-dead little brother and grabbed his shoulders.

"You're alone?!"

"YES!" Henry gasped, wheezing for air. "AND I'D LOVE TO STAY AND CHAT BUT—" He pointed wildly behind him. "—CAN WE LEAVE NOW?"

Voder didn't wait for an explanation.

They all piled into the car.

Henry slammed his foot on the gas.

The car shot forward.

...

Inside the car, Alaric clung to Champ, holding him close.

Voder wrapped an arm around Alaric, steadying him as the car sped into the night.

Kali, in the passenger seat, turned to Henry.

"How the hell did you escape?!"

Henry, still catching his breath, wiped dirt off his face.

"Thanks to Kali's jungle army." He grinned through exhaustion. "Your trained animals pushed the Alphas into the quicksand pit—so they're currently stuck and rethinking all their life choices."

Kali beamed. "You mean the traps are still in place?!"

Henry nodded. "Didn't even need to use them."

"You reckless fool!" Kali yelled, her relief instantly turning into anger. "DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE?!?"

Henry winced. "I know, I know, I'm sorry—"

Kali sniffled dramatically. "You gave me—US—a heart attack! I almost CRIED!"

Henry's lips twitched. "You mean, you actually have a heart?"

Kali smacked his arm.

Henry yelped.

"I TAKE IT BACK! SORRY!"

...

The laughter slowly faded, replaced by heavy silence.

"Where do we go now?" Alaric finally asked.

Henry's hands tightened on the wheel.

"We need a new place to hide."

But—

"No."

Voder's voice was strong. Resolute.

Henry's eyes flickered to the mirror.

"What?"

Voder clenched his fists.

"I'm done hiding."

Everyone went silent.

"I will face Theron." Voder's voice was calm, unwavering.

Henry's stomach twisted.

"Voder, that's suicide."

"We can't keep running." Voder looked at Alaric, then at Champ. "I won't make them live in fear forever. This ends now."

Henry gritted his teeth.

"It's not that simple!" he snapped. "The world isn't the same anymore, Voder! You're criminals now! People have been brainwashed into thinking you're monsters!"

Voder's fists tightened. "So what? Do we just stay in the dark forever?"

Henry couldn't answer.

Voder exhaled sharply, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion.

"This isn't the world I promised Alaric and Champ." He looked down, his voice barely a whisper. "I've... failed them."

A gentle hand touched his.

Alaric, smiling softly, shook his head.

"You haven't failed me."

Voder looked at him, his eyes uncertain.

Alaric pressed a soft kiss to his hand.

"All that matters is that we're together. That's all I need to be happy."

Henry swallowed thickly.

Kali wiped at her eyes. "Damn it, you guys are too emotional."

No one spoke for a long time after that.

The road stretched before them, endless and uncertain.

And though none of them knew what awaited them at the end of it, one thing was clear.

There was no turning back.

...

...

...

They had made it.

Against all odds, they escaped.

As the car rolled into the deserted part of town, Henry slowed the vehicle, scanning the streets with cautious eyes.

No signs of patrols. No scents of Alphas lurking nearby.

Good.

He parked in front of an abandoned house, its walls weathered with time, its surroundings empty and desolate.

"This is where you'll stay for now," Henry said as he stepped out. "This is Veydith, an abandoned land. For sure no one will come here."

Alaric and Voder exchanged a silent look before following him inside, Champ still cradled safely in Alaric's arms.

The house was dusty, cold, but it would provide them shelter, safety—at least for now.

Henry exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I won't be able to visit you for a while."

Alaric's eyes snapped to him, worry creeping into his features.

"Why?"

"Theron will expect it." Henry's voice was grim, calculated. "If I keep coming here, he'll track me, and he'll find you. We can't risk it."

He turned to Kali, handing her a small business card.

"If you need to reach me, only you should come." His voice was firm. "No one can detect you because of your lack of scent as a beta female, which makes you the safest option."

Kali took the card, nodding in understanding.

"Got it. I'll handle all the errands." She placed a hand on her hip, grinning. "Guess I'm your legs from now on."

Alaric looked down, guilt gnawing at him.

"I'm sorry that we have to make you go through this."

Kali waved him off. "Oh, please! I'd rather be running errands than hiding all day." Then, with a wink, she added, "As long as we're together, we'll be fine."

Henry sighed, his heart heavy.

"I have to go before anyone suspects anything. Be careful, all of you."

Kali clutched the card tightly, her expression serious for once. "You too, Henry. Don't get caught."

Henry gave her a small, tight smile before turning to leave.

As he disappeared into the night, a chilling thought weighed on them all—

How long could they keep running?

...

...

...

The days bled into weeks, the weeks melted into months.

And still, they remained hidden.

It was just the four of them now—Voder, Alaric, Kali, and baby Champ—living in an abandoned house, their world reduced to whispers and locked doors.

Tonight, Alaric sat beside Voder on the worn-out couch, cradling Champ, whose small chest rose and fell in peaceful slumber.

Kali was out buying supplies, leaving them alone in the quiet.

Alaric gazed down at his son, his heart aching.

"Voder... he's growing so fast." His voice was soft, pained. "He'll be a year old soon."

Voder looked down at their child, gently running his fingers through the soft tufts of hair on Champ's head.

Alaric swallowed, his grip tightening.

"I'm scared," he admitted. "What if, when he grows up, he realizes... that this isn't a life? What if he resents us for keeping him hidden?"

Voder sighed, deep and weary, his other hand cupping Champ's tiny head.

"I'm sorry, Champ," he whispered. "The world won't be kind to you."

Alaric's eyes burned.

"I don't want him to be alone, Voder." His voice trembled. "I had Kali, I always had someone. But Champ... he won't have anyone. He'll have no friends, no one his age to support him."

Voder clenched his jaw, guilt pooling in his chest.

Alaric's next words came like a knife to the heart.

"I just... I just want him to have a normal life."

Voder forced a small, sad smile, but his eyes betrayed his worry.

"We'll give him everything we can, Alaric." His voice was firm, but there was an unspoken pain in it. "I won't let him suffer."

Alaric stared at him, searching for reassurance.

Then—

Voder reached forward, tenderly wiping away the tears pooling in Alaric's eyes.

"I love you, Alaric. I love Champ. And no matter what happens—" His voice cracked slightly, but he pressed on. "Even if we are forced apart, I need you to remember that."

Alaric's chest tightened.

A single tear slipped from Voder's eye.

It dripped down onto Champ's tiny cheek.

The baby stirred, his small fingers reaching out—

And grasped blindly at his parents.

Alaric and Voder both froze, their eyes locked on their son.

Then—

A bright, innocent giggle filled the room.

Champ beamed up at them, his chubby hands reaching toward their faces, as if he could feel their love.

In that moment, the crushing weight of the world lifted—if only for a second.

A laugh bubbled up in Alaric's throat, and Voder let out a breathless chuckle.

They both leaned down at the same time, pressing gentle kisses to their son's cheeks.

Champ squealed with delight.

"We love you too, Champ," Voder murmured.

Alaric smiled through his tears, holding them both close.

No matter the uncertainty ahead...

This moment was theirs.

...

...

...

That night, while the world outside was silent, Alaric lay awake.

The rhythmic rise and fall of Champ's tiny chest, the warmth of Voder's protective hand resting on their child's stomach—it was a moment of peace.

A moment Alaric knew he would never have again.

Tears welled in his eyes.

He wiped them away quickly, inhaling deeply, steadying himself.

Then, with trembling fingers, he brushed a hand over Champ's soft hair, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.

A silent promise.

A final goodbye.

Carefully—so carefully—Alaric shifted, rising from the bed without waking them.

He stood by their side for a long moment, just watching them—memorizing them.

Then he turned and slipped out the door, his footsteps light as shadows.

The night was cold as he walked away, his vision blurring with tears.

"Forgive me, Voder," he whispered to the empty darkness. "But I have to do this. Theron wants me, not you. I will do whatever it takes... so that Champ can have a future."

He did not look back.

Because if he did—he might not have been able to leave.

...

At the Alpha King's estate, Theron sat at his grand dining table, a goblet of wine in hand, his son, Deux, quietly eating beside him.

Then—

(Sniff.)

Theron's entire body stilled.

His golden eyes widened.

It was faint—but unmistakable.

A scent from the past.

A scent he had not breathed in years.

Then—his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

"Well, well." His voice was barely a whisper, but filled with malicious delight.

"I never imagined you'd walk straight to me, Alaric."

...

When Theron stepped into the grand hall, Alaric was waiting.

Standing tall, unwavering, his eyes burning with determination.

Theron let out a low chuckle.

"What an interesting reunion." His gaze swept over Alaric, amusement flickering in his expression. "You haven't changed a bit. Still as beautiful as ever."

Alaric's face remained stone-cold.

"I came here to surrender myself."

Theron arched a brow.

"Oh? And does Voder know about this little... act of self-sacrifice?"

Alaric shook his head. "He has no idea."

"How tragic." Theron smirked. "So, tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"You know why I'm here." Alaric's voice was steady. "You want me. Not Voder. Not my son. So I'm offering myself—under one condition."

Theron tilted his head, intrigued.

"And what might that be?"

"You will leave Voder and my son alone."

For a moment, Theron just stared at him.

Then—

He laughed.

A cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the grand halls.

"Alaric, Alaric..." He shook his head, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think it's that simple?"

His smirk widened, his voice dripping with venom.

"If I let them go, that means I'm giving them a chance to destroy me in the future."

Alaric's gaze darkened. "Isn't that exactly what you did to Voder's family?"

SMACK.

Theron's hand shot forward—but stopped just inches from Alaric's face.

Alaric's expression never wavered.

"Go ahead." His voice was cold as steel. "Hit me. But know this—"

His next words were a whisper, yet they cut like a blade.

"I can command you to kill yourself right now."

For the first time, Theron's expression faltered.

But only for a second.

Then—his grin returned.

"And what would that accomplish?" He leaned in, voice low and taunting. "You think killing me would change anything? It won't. It'll only make the world hate your child even more."

Alaric stiffened.

"Do you really think your son will be safe in this world?" Theron's voice was merciless. "Even if I die, the world will never accept him. They will always fear him. Hate him. He will never be free, like you."

Alaric's breath hitched.

Theron smirked, sensing his hesitation.

"The world is mine now, Alaric. The people are mine. Their loyalty belongs to me."

Alaric clenched his fists.

"Then what must I do to ensure my family's safety?"

Theron's eyes gleamed.

"Simple."

And then—the words that shattered everything.

"Kill Voder. Kill your son. And give me an heir."

Silence.

Alaric's stomach twisted violently.

His heart pounded in his chest, his body shaking with rage.

"I would rather die."

Theron sighed dramatically. "Then there's nothing more to discuss."

Alaric growled, his energy spiking. "You leave me no choice—"

"Father?"

A small voice interrupted the tension.

Both men turned.

At the entrance of the hall, a child stood.

A young boy, with a mix of blue and green eyes just like Theron, and dark hair.

Alaric's breath caught in his throat.

"Who...?"

Theron smirked.

"Meet Deux. My son."

Deux blinked, his gaze flicking between them.

"Who is that, Father?"

"No one you need to worry about." Theron turned back to Alaric, his smile sharp as a knife. "Now that you've met my successor... perhaps I should let him be the one to find your son. And kill him."

Alaric's blood ran cold.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Theron mused.

Alaric's hands curled into fists—

Then—pain.

A sharp, burning sensation seared through his spine.

His vision blurred.

His knees buckled.

Behind him, an Alpha soldier lowered his weapon.

"Direct hit, Alpha King. He's drugged."

Theron chuckled. "Good."

Alaric fought to stay conscious, his entire body numb.

"T-Theron... you bastard..."

Darkness swallowed him whole.

Theron turned to his soldier, voice calm.

"Take him to the Omega Secret Facility. Lock him up."

"Yes, Alpha King."

The last thing Alaric felt was strong hands dragging him away—

And somewhere in the shadows, a figure watched.

Kali.

She secretly followed Alaric in attempt to save him.

Hidden inside the enemy's car, her breath shallow, silent.

Her eyes burned with determination to follow them.

...

...

...

Voder awoke with a startling pain piercing through his back.

A cold dread settled in his chest as he gasped out—

"Alaric!"

The name ripped from his throat, raw and desperate.

Beside him, Champ stirred from his slumber, startled by his father's cry. His small, chubby face scrunched up, and within seconds, he let out a wail.

Voder's heart pounded violently as his eyes darted around the dimly lit room.

But Alaric was gone.

His hands shook as he grabbed Champ, holding him close while his mind spiraled into panic.

"Alaric! Kali!"

No answer.

Voder searched the entire house, every dark corner, every empty space—but neither Alaric nor Kali were there.

Only silence.

Only Champ's cries, filling the air with an unbearable sense of loneliness.

Voder clenched his jaw, his body trembling as he gently rocked his son.

"Shhh... I'm here, Champ. Father is here..." he whispered, his voice barely holding steady.

But inside, he was breaking.

...

By morning, Voder had no choice but to seek out Henry.

Dressed in a heavy cloak, his face hidden beneath a hood, he moved silently through the city, holding Champ close against his chest.

His entire body was tense, his eyes scanning every shadow, every face in the crowd.

He couldn't afford to be seen.

Not now.

Not when Alaric was missing.

When he reached Henry's clinic, he rapped his knuckles against the door.

A moment later, it swung open.

Henry's eyes widened in shock.

"Brother?!" His voice was a whisper, filled with disbelief and urgency.

Without hesitation, he pulled Voder and Champ inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Henry," Voder breathed, his grip on Champ tightening, "Alaric and Kali... they're both gone."

Henry froze.

"Gone?"

Voder nodded stiffly, his jaw clenching. "I woke up and they were... just gone. And—" He swallowed hard. "I... I felt pain. In my back. Like something had been ripped away from me."

Henry's face darkened, his sharp mind already piecing together the horrifying truth.

"It's the bond, Voder," he murmured.

Voder's blood ran cold.

Henry exhaled, rubbing his temples. "I don't want to assume the worst, but..." His voice dropped to a grim whisper. "I think Alaric went to face Theron."

Voder's entire body stiffened.

And then—rage.

"Then I'll go after him. I'll end this!"

He stood abruptly, his energy spiking with raw fury—

But Champ whimpered, startled by his father's rage.

And in an instant, Voder's anger crumbled.

He looked down at his son, his only remaining connection to Alaric, and his heart twisted painfully.

Henry sighed, shaking his head. "You can't, brother. Not now."

Voder's fists tightened. "You expect me to do nothing?!"

"I expect you to live." Henry's voice was firm, unwavering. "If you die now, what happens to Champ? What happens when he starts asking where his father is?"

Voder fell silent, his breathing heavy, uneven.

"I don't know what to do, Henry..." His voice cracked, filled with helplessness.

Henry placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression grim yet determined.

"Then listen to me."

He gestured toward Champ, now nestling into Voder's chest, unaware of the world's cruelty.

"Right now, your son needs you. You must be strong for him, brother. He's growing fast. It won't be long before he understands the world around him. And when that day comes, he'll need you to guide him, to teach him, to show him who he is."

Henry's eyes softened, but his voice carried a quiet strength.

"He needs to know from you that his mother loves him. That his parents will do anything to protect him."

Voder pressed a hand against his face, taking a shaky breath.

"How can I protect him when we're already living like ghosts?"

Henry hesitated.

Then—his gaze sharpened.

"We rewrite his story."

Voder looked up, confused.

Henry sat at his desk, pulling out blank documents, official seals, and a forged identity template.

"I'm making him a new birth certificate," he explained. "A false identity to protect him. His real lineage? That stays hidden—until the day he's ready."

Voder's breath caught. "You mean...?"

Henry gave a small, determined nod.

"I will keep a legal document—one that proves he is your son. That proves he is the rightful heir to the throne." He locked eyes with Voder. "So that when the time comes, when it's finally safe, Champ will know the truth. He will know that he carries the blood of a powerful Alpha... and an even rare Omega gene."

Voder's hands shook, his heart pounding.

"And if that day never comes?"

Henry's jaw tightened.

"Then we make it come."

A heavy silence fell between them.

Voder looked down at Champ—his innocent, beautiful son.

His chest ached.

"I just want him to be happy, Henry." His voice was raw, broken. "I don't want him to live in fear."

Henry gave him a small, sad smile.

"Then let's fight for a future where he won't have to."

Voder closed his eyes, holding Champ closer to his heart.

"I hope we're not already too late..."

...

...

...

Two Years Later...

The door burst open, and a bright, excited voice rang through the house.

"Father!"

Voder barely had time to react before a small, energetic blur came running toward him.

He opened his arms just in time as Champ launched himself forward, wrapping his tiny arms around his father's neck.

With a warm laugh, Voder lifted his son effortlessly, cradling him against his chest.

"You seem happy today." He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Champ's forehead. "How was school?"

Champ's face lit up with joy, his little legs kicking excitedly.

"It was fun, Father! Guess what? I made a new friend! You should meet him too!"

Voder's brows lifted in surprise. "A friend? That's wonderful, Champ. What's his name?"

"His name is Jiggs!" Champ grinned, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "He's a little silly, but he's really funny! He said he's bringing toys tomorrow so we can play together!"

Voder's chest warmed at the sight of his son's joy.

"That's great news." He gently ruffled Champ's hair. "It's important to have friends you can trust. I want to meet him too."

"Oh! And Father, I want to visit Uncle Henry!" Champ's excitement doubled, his small hands grabbing onto Voder's shirt. "He promised he'd give me lots of candy when I got home from school!"

Voder chuckled. "Did he now?"

Then, his expression turned playful.

"But what will your mother say when she finds out you're eating sweets instead of real healthy and nutritious food?"

Champ blinked—then tilted his head in confusion.

"Wait... where is my mother?"

Voder's smile faltered.

Champ's innocent golden eyes stared up at him, expecting an answer.

"Before coming home, I saw Jiggs's mom." His tiny fingers curled into Voder's collar. "She was so pretty. My classmates asked me where my Omega mother is, but... I didn't know what to say."

Voder's breath caught in his throat.

The question he had feared was finally here.

For two years, he had done everything to protect Champ from the truth. To keep him safe, happy, and unaware of the cruel reality surrounding them.

But now...

His son was starting to ask.

Voder's fingers tightened around Champ's small frame, his mind racing for the right words.

Then, he forced himself to smile.

"Your mother told me to give you a message." His voice was gentle yet firm.

Champ's ears perked up. "Really? What did he say?"

"He—" Voder paused for a moment, "She said you'll see her when you become strong." Voder's voice was steady, carefully concealing the sorrow behind his words. "When you grow into a powerful Alpha, she will be waiting for you. That's why you must train hard, be brave, and never give up."

Champ's face brightened with determination.

"I'll do it!" His small hands curled into tiny fists. "I'll grow strong like you, Father! I'll become the strongest Alpha ever!"

Voder let out a soft chuckle, though his heart ached.

"That's the spirit, my son." He pulled Champ closer, holding him tighter.

"If only you knew the truth, Champ, that your mother is an Omega male.

If only I could tell you how much your mother loves you...

How much he longs to see you.

But I can't.

Not yet."

Voder took a deep breath, pushing back the painful thoughts.

"Alright then." He adjusted Champ in his arms, lifting him higher. "Let's go visit your uncle."

Champ cheered—until Voder added—

"But no candy."

The little boy froze, his lips drooping into an exaggerated frown.

"But Uncle Henry promised..."

"And I promise you won't eat candy today." Voder smirked playfully.

Champ let out a dramatic sigh.

"Fine..." he grumbled.

But when he thought Voder wasn't looking—

His little eyes gleamed mischievously.

Henry wouldn't let him down.

There was still hope. He is thinking of sneaking the candies with his little hands.

...

...

...

Henry's office was usually a safe haven, a place where laughter echoed and the weight of the world seemed lighter.

But today, it felt suffocating.

Voder stood by the window, his gaze distant, haunted—lost in his thoughts. The past two years had been filled with waiting, hoping, and longing—but now, a dark, inescapable reality was closing in.

Champ, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him, was playing with Henry.

"Come on, Uncle! Run faster!" he giggled, perched on Henry's back like he was riding a horse.

"Hold on! My knees are about to give out!" Henry wheezed, laughing through his exhaustion.

"Faster!" Champ demanded, bouncing excitedly.

Henry chuckled but threw a knowing glance at Voder—hoping to bring some lightness to his brother's troubled mind.

"I never expected taking care of a child to be so exhausting!" Henry joked. "I thought he'd be sweet and quiet!"

But Voder didn't respond.

His fists were clenched, his body rigid with unease.

Henry's smile faded.

"Brother? Are you alright?"

Champ was still happily playing, oblivious to the heavy tension filling the room.

But then—

Voder's body stiffened.

Through the window, his eyes widened in alarm.

A familiar figure was approaching.

"Theron."

Henry's blood ran cold.

The room fell into stillness.

Voder turned sharply, kneeling before his son.

"Champ."

The weight in his voice made the boy pause.

"What is it, Father?" Champ asked, tilting his head.

Voder tried to smile, but there was something hidden behind it—something heavy, something final.

He placed his hands gently on Champ's small shoulders, his heart aching with every second.

"Listen to me carefully." His voice was soft, yet trembling. "I love you more than anything in this world. More than you will ever know."

Champ beamed. "I love you too! And Mama! And Uncle Henry!"

Voder's chest tightened.

"If only you knew, my son. If only I could tell you the truth."

Instead, he pressed a kiss to Champ's forehead, letting the moment linger, burning it into his memory.

"This is for you, Champ. For your future." His voice cracked, but he forced himself to stand.

Henry's stomach twisted.

"Brother... what are you planning?" Henry's voice was urgent, desperate.

Voder exhaled deeply.

"Henry... take care of him. For me. For Alaric."

Henry's breath hitched. "No. NO!"

"You have to." Voder's voice trembled, his body barely holding itself together. "Theron is here. If I stay, he'll find Champ. He'll kill him."

"Brother! You can't just leave him!" Henry's eyes burned with tears.

Voder turned away, hiding his own pain. If he let Henry see his face now, he might break.

Instead, he pulled Henry into a tight embrace.

"Thank you for everything, little brother." His whisper was barely a breath. "I beg you—protect Champ. Protect his future."

Henry's entire body shook.

"Where will you go?!"

"I have to protect him. There are stronger and dangerous enemies far out there yet undiscovered. I have to be Champ and Alaric's sword and shield."

"What do you mean? Which enemy? Theron? Someone else?"

Voder hesitated. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:

"You must tell Champ I died."

Henry froze.

"No. No, I won't do it."

"You must. Champ must believe that I died so he won't look for me anymore." Voder's grip tightened. "Tell Theron, I died with Alaric's child, so he will stop looking for us. So he will never look for me and Champ. This is the only way to keep him safe."

"Brother—please." Henry's voice broke.

"It has to be this way."

For a moment, they stood there, locked in an embrace of unspoken grief.

Then—

Voder let go.

He walked over to Champ, pressing one final kiss against his soft hair.

"Goodbye, my son."

Then, he was gone.

...

Minutes later—

Theron arrived.

He stormed into Henry's office, his presence cold, overwhelming.

Champ, sensing danger, scrambled under Henry's desk, his small body trembling.

Henry barely had time to react before Theron's golden eyes locked onto him.

"Why are you crying, Henry?" Theron's voice was mocking, but suspicious.

Henry took a shaky breath, forcing himself to look shattered.

"My brother," he whispered, voice shaking with grief.

Theron's brows furrowed.

"He's dead."

Silence.

A tense, suffocating silence.

Theron's eyes narrowed. "Dead?"

Henry nodded, tears spilling uncontrollably.

"I just received word—his body was swept away by the river. It hasn't been found." His voice cracked perfectly. "He's gone."

Theron stared at him for a long moment.

Then—he smirked.

"Well." His voice dripped with satisfaction. "That's the best news I've heard in a long time."

Henry's hands clenched into fists beneath his desk.

"And the child?" Theron asked.

Henry lifted his tear-streaked face.

"He died with him."

A breath.

Then—Theron laughed.

"Good."

He turned on his heel, completely satisfied.

"The last thorn in my side is finally gone." His laughter echoed as he walked out.

The moment he was gone, Henry let out a silent, shaking breath.

His hands trembled, his heart aching with unbearable pain.

And then—

A small pair of arms wrapped around his leg.

"Uncle Henry... please don't cry. I'm here for you."

Henry's breath hitched.

He lifted Champ into his arms, clutching him tightly as fresh tears streamed down his face.

"I'm sorry, Champ... I'm so sorry."

Because tonight, a child lost his father.

Even if that father was still out there, fighting to keep him safe.

...

...

...

The days passed in a blur, and in their silent march, Henry bore the weight of a parent, a protector, and a liar.

Champ asked for his father every day.

"Where is Father?"

"When is he coming back?"

"Why hasn't he visited me, Uncle Henry?"

And every time, Henry's heart clenched tighter.

How could he say it?

How could he shatter this innocent boy's world and tell him the truth—

That his father was alive, but could never return.

That his mother was trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake him from.

That Champ was alone.

So Henry swallowed the truth.

He hid the pain behind his usual smiles and distractions, hoping—praying—that he could buy the child a little more time before reality swallowed him whole.

But then—

A flutter of wings.

"Uncle Henry! A pigeon!"

Champ's small hands pointed toward the window, his golden eyes lit with excitement.

Henry's breath hitched.

He moved instinctively, opening the window swiftly, his hands already reaching for the small scroll tied to the bird's foot.

With trembling fingers, he unraveled the message.

His heart stopped.

The words on the page blurred for a moment before snapping into focus.

A Message from the Shadows...

"Henry, it's me. Kali.

Don't worry, I'm alive. And so is Alaric. But we are not together anymore.

He's being held somewhere, a place so vile, so cruel, I can't hardly describe it. I don't know what it is, but it's hell.

I've included a ring with this message. Look closely.

I have engraved Roman numerals on that ring—a symbol that must never be forgotten.

I overheard the guards talking about it. They spoke in whispers, like it meant something—like it was a secret.

I don't know what it means, but maybe Voder or Champ will need it someday.

If you wish to find me, return to the forest where we once hid.

I will be waiting.

Until we meet again, Henry.

—Kali."

...

Henry exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the letter.

His eyes shifted to the small pouch attached to the pigeon's leg.

Inside—

A golden ring.

He held it under the light, turning it over until he saw the delicate engraving along the ring.

Roman numeral symbols.

A hidden code.

Henry's mind raced, trying to place its meaning—but now was not the time.

Instead, he turned to Champ, the little boy staring at him with eager curiosity.

Henry forced a smile, even as his heart ached with unspoken truths.

"Champ, I have a gift for you."

The boy gasped. "Really? What is it, Uncle?"

Henry knelt, holding out the ring in his palm.

"This is from your Omega mother."

Champ's eyes widened.

"And your Alpha father wanted me to give it to you."

The child's hands trembled as he reached for it. He turned it over in his tiny fingers, eyes full of wonder.

"It's too big!" he giggled, slipping it onto his thumb, only for it to slide off instantly.

Henry let out a soft chuckle.

"Then take care of it until it fits." His voice was gentle, but heavy with meaning. "One day, you will wear it always. One day, it will lead you to your mother."

But then—

"Uncle, where is my father?"

Henry's chest tightened.

Champ's innocent golden eyes locked onto his own, searching—trusting.

And Henry, for the first time, had to say the words.

The words that would change everything.

"Champ... your father..."

His voice broke.

"He is gone."

The child's small fingers clenched the ring, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Gone? What do you mean, Uncle?"

Henry swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Your father... has passed away."

Silence.

Champ's lips quivered.

His small shoulders shook.

Then—

"No!"

The scream pierced Henry's soul.

Champ threw himself into Henry's arms, gripping him with all his tiny strength.

"No! No, no, no! He can't be gone! He can't! Where's mom?! Why are they both gone?!"

His small body trembled violently as sobs wracked his chest.

And Henry broke.

Tears spilled from his own eyes, his arms wrapping tightly around the child.

"I'm here, Champ. I'm here. Never ever forget that they love you so much."

He pressed a shaking kiss to the boy's head, his voice barely a whisper.

"I will never leave you. I will protect you. I will love you like they did."

Champ's fingers curled into Henry's coat, his small frame shaking with grief.

But then—

Through the gasping breaths, through the broken sobs—

A resolve was born.

Champ lifted his tear-streaked face, his eyes still burning with pain—but now, something else simmered beneath it.

"Uncle... I will find my mother."

His voice was small—but unyielding.

"I will do it... for my father."

Henry's breath caught.

Then, with a heavy exhale, he brushed the boy's wild hair gently, tucking him closer.

"From now on, I will be by your side."

Henry wiped his own tears, forcing a determined smile despite the sorrow consuming him.

"I will raise you, train you, teach you everything I know."

Champ nodded, sniffling.

"But one thing, Champ."

Henry's voice lowered—a warning, a command.

"Never call me Uncle in front of anyone else."

Champ blinked. "Why?"

"To the world, I am not your family." Henry's voice was firm, absolute. "To the world, I am only Doctor Henry."

Champ's small hands tightened around the ring.

"Because from today onward, you are an Alpha. Act like an Alpha, think like an Alpha. You have to be strong, Champ."

Henry's lips pressed together, whispering words inside his mind.

"One day, our family will be whole again."

His voice dropped lower, barely audible—

"One day, you, Omega King Champ, will take back what is rightfully yours."

End of (Special Chapter) Chapter 35