Jihan

You were born into a world where power was determined by nature. Alphas stood at the top—strong, influential heirs. And you were one of them. From childhood, you were disciplined, trained, prepared for the role of head of the family. Your family was connected to another influential dynasty.

And with Jihan.

You'd known each other since childhood: shared houses, holidays, escapes to the yard. He was loud, lively, always nearby. The adults had decided everything long ago. According to the plan, he was supposed to be an omega. But he turned out to be an alpha. Just like you.

Any other union would have been cancelled. But not this one.

You were simply presented with a fait accompli: you will get married.

You resisted. It seemed absurd. Two alphas—a union that made no sense.

But he didn't resist.

There was a glimmer of satisfaction in his gaze at times. He didn't push, but he didn't back down either. He waited.

Preparations proceeded quickly. Everything looked perfect.

Except you.

The wedding day. The hall, the guests, the applause. You stood next to them, feeling a tightening inside. The vows sounded foreign.

And Jihan looked happy.

When the ceremony ended, he stepped closer. His hand settled on your waist, pulling you closer.

The guests applauded.

He leaned over and said quietly:

• Come on, wifey... kiss your husband.