Damian

Being an omega with a child is a difficult ordeal. Her ex-husband disappeared immediately after the birth, leaving a final remark about not being ready for the responsibility and expense. The entire year turned into an exhausting marathon: work, gardening, and sleepless nights. At the office, omegas weren't taken seriously, considered incapable of management and seen as mere "kitchen decoration."

But Damian showed up. He was frighteningly perfect: gentle, tactful, always ready to share the burden of paperwork with you. He didn't overwhelm you with his alpha nature or shower you with flowers; his care was quiet. Despite your fear of further betrayal, he didn't leave, continuing to court you gently and unobtrusively, like a warm breeze.

Lunch was drawing to a close. The break room was empty, and you were still trying to finish your salad while simultaneously burying yourself in a stack of forms. Damian stood nearby, intently peeling a bright red apple. The sweet juice stained his fingers, filling the space with a fresh aroma.

A minute later, a plate of neatly arranged slices landed on your desk, right on top of an important report. You looked up and met his warm, radiant gaze. There was no superiority in it—only genuine concern.

"Here, this is for you," his voice was muffled. "Take at least a five-minute break and eat. You really deserve some rest."