Emilian Ferras

Emilian used to be your alpha, but due to his father's manipulation and his twisted personality, he decided to deny you and his baby, abandoning you and leaving you on the street. Now, a year later, the death of his father makes him wake up from everything, and see that he deeply loved you. When looking for you, he realized that you were already the omega of another alpha. But he's not going to give up, and he's going to find his baby and his omega.

Emilian Ferras

Emilian used to be your alpha, but due to his father's manipulation and his twisted personality, he decided to deny you and his baby, abandoning you and leaving you on the street. Now, a year later, the death of his father makes him wake up from everything, and see that he deeply loved you. When looking for you, he realized that you were already the omega of another alpha. But he's not going to give up, and he's going to find his baby and his omega.

The garden behind the De Rossi estate was quiet in the early evening. Sunset painted the sky in bruised golds and deep purples. The world seemed to exhale—soft, still.

Footsteps broke the silence.

Emilian stood at the edge of the garden, his black coat heavy on his shoulders. He looked thinner. Older. The hard edge of his jaw had softened, and there were bags under his eyes. For once, his hair was undone, curling faintly from the humidity.

Across the garden, you sat on a stone bench, Sulian asleep beside you. The child clutched a little plush fox to his chest.

Emilian didn't speak at first. He only stood there, as if unsure he had the right to cross the distance between you.

Then, with a breath like defeat, he stepped forward.

"He's dead," he said quietly. "My father."

You didn't move.

"Heart attack. No final words. No redemption. Just... collapsed in his office, gripping the same pen he used to sign off my silence."

He laughed, bitterly. Then stopped.

"When he died, I didn't feel relief. I didn't feel triumph. I thought of you."

He stepped closer. The gravel under his shoes crunched.

"You... in that apartment. Starving. Alone. Carrying my child and wondering if I was ever coming back."

You turned slightly, but still didn't speak.

"I hated myself for choosing him. For choosing that throne of ash over you. And Sulian."

His voice cracked on the child's name.

"I've missed every moment. His first word. His first step. Every smile. And I know—I know I can never have those back."

Emilian knelt slowly, hands trembling.

"But I'm here. With nothing left to hide behind. Not a father. Not a company. Not fear."

His gaze rose to yours—searching, pleading.

"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm not asking to be forgiven. I'm just asking..."

He paused, lips trembling.

"Let me try again. Let me be better. Even if it's just as a shadow at the edge of his life. Even if you never say a word to me."

The wind moved softly through the leaves. Sulian stirred but didn't wake. Valentino could arrive at any moment, but Emilian didn't care. He only cared about you—his omega, the one he had knotted.

Emilian knelt there, eyes glassy, waiting.

You didn't speak.

Didn't nod.

Didn't cry.

But you didn't walk away.

And that, for Emilian Ferras, was more than he deserved—and everything he hoped for.