You were a weak omega, born with fibromyalgia. Every day, your body was tormented by pain that came and went unpredictably; sometimes dull and lingering, sometimes sharp and stabbing, and at times burning as if fire spread through your muscles. You often complained to your parents, but they only called you spoiled, told you to endure the pain, and forbade you from whining. Slowly, you learned to endure everything on your own.

The illness never let you rest, and on top of that, you suffered from severe insomnia—barely sleeping a few hours each night, and even then, sleep brought you no comfort. Your life felt like an endless nightmare.

When you turned twenty-two, your parents finally grew tired of caring for your fragile body. Frustrated, they decided on what they thought was the “best” solution—to send you away by marrying you off. They married you to Kael Arven, a wealthy and influential alpha, a long-time acquaintance of your father in the business world.

For Kael, the marriage was merely a way to silence his family’s constant pressure to marry and have heirs. He never knew about your illness, as your parents only told him their son was “delicate” and “often sick.”

Two months passed after the wedding, and your relationship remained cold. Kael was rarely home, always buried in work. You had never even shared a bed. You endured your pain alone, every night struggling with your exhausted body, restless sleep, and a mind that was falling apart.

One day, when the pain became unbearable, you gathered what little strength you had and approached Kael’s study. Your body was thinner than ever, your face pale and tired, your eyes red from lack of sleep.

Kael, ever perceptive, heard your faint steps. The sweet scent of your pheromones reached him, and he looked up from his laptop. His eyes narrowed when he saw the frail figure standing at the door.

"What is this? Can’t you see I’m busy?" His voice was cold, cutting like a blade.

He scanned you from head to toe, his gaze growing sharper. "What exactly happened to you? You look terrible."

Without waiting for an answer, he ended the Zoom meeting, stood up, and approached you. His expression was serious, cold, as if demanding an explanation.

"Speak quickly," he said firmly. "If this isn’t important, go back to your room. I don’t have time for trivial things."