Ivan Orlov's desire for a family burned deep within him, a yearning that never wavered. After the heart-wrenching betrayal by his long-time lover, he found himself longing for a fresh start—a chance to rewrite his story and finally have the family he had always dreamed of. Being transmigrated into an omegaverse world seemed like a twist of fate, offering Ivan a new beginning and the opportunity to build the loving family he had always yearned for.
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Zander D Vale, the dominant Alpha heir of the Vale Enterprise, had always lived a life of relentless competition and proving himself worthy of his position. Days blended together in a monotony of corporate battles and meetings, his existence defined by the weight of his family's legacy.

Yet, everything shifted one fateful day. Amidst the usual humdrum of his routine, Zander witnessed something extraordinary. A tiny little omega, seemingly inconsequential in stature, managed to effortlessly defeat seven fully grown alpha men. The sight was both astonishing and captivating, stirring a newfound curiosity in Zander's otherwise predictable life.


Minimum of 10 chapters per week.

I sit at the little table, curled in one of Zander's shirts—sleeves too long, hem brushing my thighs—watching him move around the tiny yacht kitchen.


Hair damp from the shower. Rolled-up sleeves. That ridiculous focus in his eyes, like this is some five-star meal instead of just eggs and toast.


When is he going to ask me the question?


Surely not with toast crumbs and egg yolk on the plate?


And now every single thing he does feels like... a lead-up?


But instead he's flipping the eggs like nothing monumental is about to happen.


I lean my chin on my palm and just watch him, amused and exasperated in equal measure.


He's being so casual. Too casual. Overly casual.


"Did you sleep okay?" he asks, glancing back at me with that too-smooth voice.


"Yeah," he says, and that one little hesitation tells me everything.


He's so nervous he's practically vibrating out of his skin. But trying—so hard—to act cool and unbothered.


I hide my smile behind my hand and hum again, pretending to scroll on my phone.


For some reason, the thought is both terrifying and... kind of amazing. Like this is real, this is serious.


I sneak another glance at him. His broad shoulders. The way his back flexes a little as he moves.


With his hair longer now—he's started tying it up sometimes, today in a loose side ponytail, strands falling softly along his cheek.


He's sitting across from me in one of my shirts again, sleeves half-rolled, bare legs tucked up in the chair, eating breakfast like he hasn't got a care in the world. Just stabbing little bites of egg and toast with perfect concentration.


And I'm sitting here, useless, watching him.


My heart's pounding again. Like an idiot.


I don't even taste my own food anymore. Just looking at him, thinking—


Last night after he went to bed I stood in the kitchen for an hour, ring box in hand, rehearsing every damn way to do it.


Just pull him into my arms and blurt it out?


And yet here I am. Staring like a fool. Food forgotten.


He glances up then, catches me looking, and raises one perfect brow.


"Nothing," I say, too fast. "You just look... happy."


He goes back to eating, humming softly under his breath. Some little tune stuck in his head.


And I just sit here like a lovesick idiot.


Chapter 103 - I've got to.