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When Prince Seungcheol was born, his parents were overjoyed beyond measure. For years, they had prayed for a son, an heir to continue their legacy, and at long last, their prayers were answered with the prince's birth.
Seungcheol was lovingly raised by his three alpha fathers and his two omega dads, a family dynamic that the kingdom revered. The love story of the crown family was legendary, told in every corner of the realm. The three alphas had been childhood friends, inseparable from the beginning, and one fateful day, while strolling through the kingdom, they had encountered the two omegas who would complete their pack. Their love was so pure and profound that it became the heart of the kingdom itself.
When the prince was born, the kingdom erupted in celebration. The people adored their royal pack, and their love extended naturally to the young prince. Seungcheol grew up surrounded by adoration, becoming a prince who embodied all the virtues the kingdom cherished: kindness, intelligence, bravery, and natural leadership. Even as a child, he was charming, and his subjects believed in him with unwavering faith, eagerly anticipating the day he would be crowned.
At the age of six, his parents began the search for his soulmates. They summoned the kingdom’s most revered fortune teller, asking her to reveal how many soulmates the young prince would have. The oracle’s prophecy was breathtaking: Seungcheol was destined to find twelve mates: eleven alphas, and one omega.
The young prince’s heart swelled with anticipation—twelve mates to love, cherish, and protect. The idea thrilled him, and he could hardly wait to meet them.
Thus, the search began. Each day, a hundred alphas were brought to the palace, presenting themselves to the prince, hoping to feel the unmistakable pull of the soulmate bond. But after the first week with no success, Seungcheol climbed onto his father’s lap, seeking comfort in the alpha’s warm embrace as the family gathered privately in their grand bedroom.
"Father," the prince asked softly, his small voice tinged with worry, "what if I’ve already met them and didn’t know?"
His father smiled gently, brushing the prince’s hair back with a tenderness that only a parent could offer. "Don’t worry, my son. I promise you that when you meet them, you’ll know."
The search continued, week after week, with no sign of his destined mates. Yet, while the little prince grew impatient, his parents remained steadfast, reassuring him that he would soon complete his pack.
And then, one day, the unexpected happened. The prince met his first mate.
It was an ordinary day, much like any other, with alphas streaming in and out of the palace's grand hall. The sun hung high in the sky, marking the midday hour, as Prince Seungcheol sat idly on his throne. Boredom weighed heavily on him as each alpha paraded in, chests puffed up with confidence, only to walk out moments later, disheartened by the lack of connection.
But then, something changed. A small boy entered the hall, drawing Seungcheol's attention like no one before. The boy was delicate, almost ethereal, with a beauty that could easily be mistaken for that of an omega. As he approached the throne, their eyes met, and in that instant, Seungcheol felt it—a surge of energy that made his heart race and his chest fill with the flutter of a thousand butterflies.
One thought echoed in his mind: Mine. His inner alpha roared to life, claiming the boy as his own. Every fiber of his young body resonated with the feeling, and all he could see, all he could think about, was the boy in front of him.
For a long moment, they simply stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking, as if the world had paused around them. Then, with a determined heart, Seungcheol rose from his throne and stepped closer to the boy, his eyes searching for any sign that this connection was real.
Now standing just inches apart, Seungcheol could sense the boy's true nature—an alpha, despite his delicate appearance. His scent was rich and comforting, like freshly brewed coffee, grounding Seungcheol in a way he had never experienced before.
"Can you feel it too?" Seungcheol asked, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and certainty.
"Yes, my prince," the boy replied, his tone respectful yet warm.
"How old are you?" Seungcheol asked, eager to know more.
"I'm six years old, my prince," the boy answered politely.
"And your name?"
"My name is Jeonghan, my prince."
"Hello, Jeonghan," Seungcheol said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "My name is Seungcheol."
"I know, my prince," Jeonghan replied, his eyes shining with understanding.
"Do you know what it means, Jeonghan?" Seungcheol asked, his voice softening.
"That we are soulmates?" Jeonghan responded, his voice steady.
"Yes. We are," Seungcheol affirmed. "From now on, we are soulmates—equals. Please, call me Seungcheol."
Jeonghan smiled, a smile that felt like the dawn of something new. "Okay, Seungcheol," he said, his voice sweet and sincere.
The kings, who had been watching silently, exchanged proud glances as they witnessed their son find his first soulmate. Word spread quickly throughout the kingdom, and within days, everyone knew that the prince had found his first mate.
From that day on, Seungcheol and Jeonghan were inseparable. They met every day, learning about each other, sharing secrets, and growing closer with each passing moment. As time went on, their bond only deepened, and by the time they were seven, they were like two halves of a whole, always together, always in sync.
Jeonghan, with his mischievous grin and gentle heart, quickly became beloved by everyone in the palace. Though he was playful and often found himself in lighthearted trouble, his kindness and thoughtfulness endeared him to all who knew him. Together, the two boys embarked on the next phase of their journey—searching for the rest of their soulmates.
Seungcheol insisted that Jeonghan be present at every meeting, and Jeonghan eagerly agreed, excited to find the others who would complete their pack. The two of them sat side by side in the great hall, ready to face another day of meeting alphas from across the kingdom, hopeful that today might bring them one step closer to completing their bond.
Then it happened again.
The first boy walked in, and Jeonghan immediately sat up straight, his entire body tense with anticipation. Seungcheol noticed the change, glancing at Jeonghan with curiosity, but as the boy drew closer, Seungcheol felt it too. That unmistakable feeling surged through him—his heart racing, chest filling with butterflies, and that fierce possessiveness bubbling up once more.
Another soulmate.
The boy introduced himself as Soonyoung, though he quickly added with a shy smile, “But you can call me Hoshi.” He was undeniably cute, with a playful energy that seemed to brighten the room.
Before anyone could blink, the couple had become a trio. Word spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom—Prince Seungcheol had found his third soulmate. The news brought joy and excitement, as everyone talked about the new addition to the royal pack.
Not long after, two more mates were discovered: Jun and Minghao.
It started when a palace servant rushed into the great hall, her expression worried. She explained to the young prince and his soulmates that two boys outside were refusing to enter separately, insisting they were soulmates. Intrigued, Seungcheol told her to let them come in together. The moment the two boys appeared, the familiar sensation washed over them all.
Minghao was soft-spoken, but there was a stubbornness and fierce determination in his eyes that hinted at his inner strength. Jun, on the other hand, was shy at first, but once he warmed up, his kind heart and quick wit shone through, making everyone around him smile.
The five boys quickly realized how well they fit together, like pieces of a puzzle coming together to form a complete picture. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day. The palace soon became their second home, with frequent sleepovers and shared laughter filling the halls. The palace workers, and even the royal family, were unanimous in their praise—they couldn’t have asked for better soulmates for the young prince.
Then came the day when Wonwoo and Mingyu arrived.
The two boys met outside the great hall, both nervous but eager. As they were about to enter, they locked eyes and immediately recognized the bond between them. Deciding to walk in together, they crossed the threshold as one.
The moment they joined the others, it was clear they belonged. The little pack welcomed them with open arms, thrilled to have found two more pieces of their destined family. Mingyu was like a big, lovable puppy—full of energy and affection, always eager to please. Wonwoo, in contrast, was more reserved, almost cat-like in his quiet, observant nature, but with a warmth that radiated when he smiled.
Despite their differences, Mingyu and Wonwoo fit perfectly into the controlled chaos of their growing pack, seamlessly becoming part of the ever-expanding family.
Soon enough, the pack had grown to seven, then ten. Jihoon, Seokmin, and Seungkwan joined them within just two months, their arrival filling the palace with even more joy and anticipation as the boys eagerly awaited the day when their pack would be complete.
As they all transitioned into young teenagers, their excitement grew—each day bringing them closer to becoming future rulers and leaders.
One day, a surprise awaited them. The boys decided to take a break from their daily routine, spending a day together without the pressure of meeting new people. They played hide and seek throughout the palace, reveling in the simple pleasure of each other’s company.
Seungkwan, determined to win, decided to seek refuge in the servant's chambers. As he was searching for the perfect hiding spot, he accidentally collided with another boy, sending them both tumbling to the ground. When they looked up, the familiar sensation surged through them once more.
“Who are you?” Seungkwan asked, his voice tinged with awe.
“I’m Hansol,” the boy replied, looking equally surprised.
“Hansol… do you live here?” Seungkwan inquired, trying to make sense of the encounter.
“Yeah… my mom works here,” Hansol explained.
“I’m Seungkwan,” he said, excitedly extending a hand.
“Yeah, I know. You’re the prince’s soulmate,” Hansol replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
“I think you’re a soulmate too, Hansol,” Seungkwan said, grabbing the quiet alpha’s arm and eagerly pulling him along back to the large living room.
“Guys!” Seungkwan called out dramatically as they entered.
Seungcheol was the first to arrive, his concern evident. “Are you okay, Kwannie?”
But then his gaze fell upon the new alpha, and he froze, feeling the jolt of recognition once more. It was as if no matter how many mates they had found, the feeling was always new and exhilarating.
One by one, the other boys returned, their eyes widening as they too sensed the bond with Hansol. Each of them took a moment to absorb the reality of their new soulmate.
“Isn’t it amazing?” Seungkwan exclaimed. “Hansollie already lives here!”
The excitement was palpable, with all ten boys bombarding Hansol with enthusiastic questions and warm welcomes. But Seungcheol, sensing Hansol’s unease, intervened.
“Guys, wait. Let him breathe,” Seungcheol said gently, picking up on the boy’s nervousness.
Hansol’s voice was barely a whisper as he expressed his concerns. “I don’t think it’s right… that we’re mates. You’re the prince, and I’m just… the maid’s son.”
The room fell silent. Seungcheol stepped forward, his expression earnest and reassuring. “Don’t say that, Hansol. There’s a reason why we were chosen to be mates, why we were all brought together. Every time I meet a new mate, I feel more whole, like a part of me that was missing has finally been found. Your status doesn’t matter to me. From now on, we are equals.”
Hansol looked up at Seungcheol, seeing the kindness and sincerity in his eyes. The other boys, too, offered warm, understanding smiles. Hansol’s apprehension slowly melted away, replaced by a genuine smile of his own.
“Okay,” Hansol said softly, his voice filled with newfound confidence.
The boys welcomed Hansol with open arms, their bond stronger than ever. Each new soulmate added a unique piece to their growing family, and together, they formed a pack that was both diverse and harmonious.
That night, Jeonghan and Seungcheol sat quietly on the balcony outside the prince's bedroom, the moonlight casting a soft glow over them.
"That's what you told me," Jeonghan said softly, his gaze fixed on the stars.
"What?" Seungcheol asked, turning to look at him with a hint of curiosity.
"The day we met," Jeonghan continued, his voice carrying a touch of nostalgia, "you told me that from now on, we are equals."
Seungcheol smiled warmly. "Of course we are, Hannie. We're soulmates."
"That was very charming of you," Jeonghan said, a tender smile on his lips.
"Thanks," Seungcheol replied, his eyes reflecting the affection he felt.
They chuckled lightly, the sound mingling with the gentle night breeze.
"Can you believe it? Only two are missing," Jeonghan said, a note of excitement in his voice.
"I can't wait," Seungcheol admitted, his gaze meeting Jeonghan’s with a look of deep affection.
They shared a loving glance, savoring the moment of tranquility together.
When Seungcheol turned fourteen, their final alpha mate arrived. Chan was absolutely adorable—according to Jeonghan—and the rest of the pack immediately fell for him. They took him under their wing, guiding and supporting him as he settled into their group. The endless meetings with alphas had finally come to an end, and their joy was palpable.
With their alpha pack complete, the boys were eager to begin the search for their omega mate. The omega rulers requested a meeting with them to explain a few crucial aspects before they started their search. They spoke about heats, omega biology, and the potential challenges of having only one omega among so many alphas. They emphasized the importance of treating their omega with nothing but love and respect, ensuring a harmonious balance within their pack.
Once the rulers were satisfied that the boys understood everything, the search for their omega began. As before, every omega in the kingdom was invited to the palace. The boys met hundreds each day, their anticipation growing with each passing encounter. As time went on, their bond with each other deepened, their shared experiences and emotions forging an even stronger connection among them.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesties. I believe that was the last one," the man said, kneeling before the twelve alphas.
The room was thick with tension, a palpable silence hanging over the assembled kings.
The twelve kings exchanged worried glances.
"It can't be. There has to be another one. Find it," Seungcheol commanded with an unusual sternness, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the man bowed deeply and hurried out of the room.
"Leave us," Jeonghan instructed the servants, who quickly complied, leaving the pack alone with their mounting concerns.
"I just don’t understand… where are they?" Jihoon murmured, his frustration evident.
"We’ve met every omega in the kingdom, we’ve shut down every illegal auction house," Chan added, his frustration turning into exasperation.
The twelve boys, now officially kings and mated, were still missing one last soulmate. Their search had been relentless, but the absence of their final mate was a heavy weight on their shoulders.
The realization that they had met all the omegas in the kingdom but still hadn’t found their mate was causing growing anxiety. They came to the grim possibility that their mate might be held in an auction house—a place controlled by gangs who kidnapped young omegas for illegal sale or trade. The police had struggled to uncover all such places, but when the royal pack suspected their mate might be involved, they had ordered every auction house shut down and every omega brought to them.
Yet, their mate remained elusive.
"I don’t want to even imagine what this means for our mate… where could they possibly be?" Minghao said sadly, his voice tinged with helplessness.
"We’ll find them," Mingyu declared with determination, his resolve unwavering.
"We’ll search every house if we have to. We’ll find them eventually," he added with conviction.
"How can you be so sure, Gyu?" Seokmin asked wearily.
"I know you’re all tired and stressed from all this, but Gyu’s right. We can’t give up. We will find our soulmate," Jeonghan said, giving Seokmin a comforting pat on the back.
A few days later, as the boys gathered in the main chamber, Minjun—King Seungcheol’s personal guard—burst through the doors, running towards them.
"Your Majesties!" Minjun exclaimed, breathless from his haste.
"What is it, Minjun?" Seungcheol asked, his concern evident.
"Your Majesties, we tracked down all the individuals involved in the last auction house. It turns out one of the gangs has been operating these auctions for years. We believe they could be hiding up to a dozen omegas!"
The twelve alphas rose to their feet in unison, their urgency palpable.
"Did you track them down?" Seungcheol asked, his voice tight with anticipation.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Minjun confirmed.
"All right, prepare the car for us. We are going there with you," Seungcheol ordered firmly.
"A… are you sure, Your Majesty?" Minjun was taken aback by the unexpected request.
"Minjun, one of those omegas is our mate, and God knows what they’ve been through. I don’t want anyone but us touching them," Seungcheol growled, his protective instincts on full display.
The alphas were anxious, their hearts pounding at the thought of their mate being in danger.
"Yes, sir," Minjun bowed deeply and exited the room in a hurry.
"Are you guys ready?" Seungcheol asked, turning to his lovers with steely determination.
"More than we’ve ever been," Soonyoung answered for them all, his voice filled with resolve.
Joshua could vividly recall the day he last saw his parents. They lived in a dangerous part of the city, in a rundown apartment that barely kept out the cold. Money was always tight, and his father, caught in a web of debt, had fallen in with the wrong crowd, making reckless decisions that spiraled out of control.
One morning, when Joshua was just six years old, his parents woke him up early. They dressed him carefully, washed him with unusual tenderness, but wouldn't answer his repeated questions about what was happening. Their silence made him uneasy.
The ominous sound of loud knocks on their door shattered the morning calm. Joshua’s parents exchanged fearful glances, their faces etched with worry. His father opened the door to reveal four imposing alphas, their presence dominating the small, dingy room.
"We're here to collect our payment," one of the men declared, his voice cold and authoritative.
Joshua’s father, his face pale with desperation, seized Joshua’s arm and pulled him towards the intruders. "Here he is," he said, his voice trembling. "He’s all yours now. Just... just don’t hurt us."
One of the men reached out and grasped Joshua roughly, pulling him close. "Dad?" the little boy’s voice wavered with fear. He didn’t understand what was happening, his young mind struggling to grasp the situation.
"We’re sorry, Joshua... We have no choice," his father said, his voice breaking. His mother’s sobs filled the room, a heartbreaking soundtrack to the scene.
"Let’s go," the man said gruffly, beginning to walk away.
Joshua tried to resist, his small body wriggling in the man’s grasp. He reached out for his parents, but all he could see were their retreating backs as the man picked him up and carried him away. The last image he had of his parents was their helpless, sorrowful faces.
From that day on, Joshua never saw his parents again. As the years passed, he learned the grim truth—his father had sold him to settle his debts. Joshua had been taken to an auction house, where he was told he would remain until he experienced his first heat.
At fourteen, after enduring the agonizing experience of his first heat, Joshua was sold to a small gang that called themselves the "Vipers." They were a group of six men in their forties, involved in petty crimes and drug deals. Joshua was placed in their care along with other omegas, both male and female.
For the first year, Joshua was relegated to performing chores around the house, a small reprieve from the constant fear. But everything changed when he turned fifteen. One night, the gang leader returned home intoxicated, his gaze falling on Joshua with a predatory interest.
"You... such a pretty boy," the leader slurred, his voice dripping with malevolence. "It’s your turn tonight, doll."
From that night onward, Joshua became the leader’s favorite. Each night was a new chapter of torment and cruelty, a dark ritual that left him shattered and broken. He shuddered at the memories, the pain of those nights etched deeply into his soul, a constant reminder of the nightmare he was trapped in.
The rules in the Vipers’ house were unyielding, and the punishments for disobedience were harsh and brutal. Joshua knew this all too well from his own agonizing experiences. Yet, despite the terror that gripped him, he couldn’t stand by when he saw Jisung, a boy only thirteen years old, trembling in fear.
Jisung had arrived at the house just a month ago, and Joshua had taken it upon himself to look after the young omega. He did everything in his power to protect him, to shield him from the cruel reality of their existence. So when the alphas stormed into the house, their anger palpable as they demanded to know who was responsible for the mess in their drug storage, Joshua felt a surge of dread.
The alphas had discovered that someone had spilled and ruined their precious stash of illegal drugs—something the omegas were strictly forbidden from touching. Joshua could see Jisung’s fear, the boy’s small frame shaking uncontrollably beside him. The younger omega’s distress tugged at Joshua’s heart, driving him to step forward despite the peril it brought him.
The alphas’ rage was immediate and merciless. They seized Joshua roughly, their hands pulling his hair and dragging him down into the basement—a place known for its nightmarish punishments. Joshua whimpered, the pain of the rough handling causing him to flinch and whimper.
"I expected better from you, doll. You know the rules," the gang leader’s voice was cold and menacing, each word a knife twisting into Joshua’s gut.
As they forced him into the basement, Joshua’s heart pounded with a mix of fear and resolve. They tied his hands above his head with a rope attached to a hook in the ceiling, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. His shirt was torn off with brutal efficiency, and he gulped nervously, the chill of the basement air against his bare skin heightening his sense of dread.
In a moment of defiance, fueled by the desperation to protect Jisung and a deep-seated anger, Joshua spat in the leader’s face. It was a futile gesture, but it was all he had left.
The alpha’s face twisted into a mask of rage, but it quickly gave way to a sadistic smirk. "As you wish," he said, his voice dripping with malicious delight.
With that, the leader brought his whip down with vicious force, the crack of the leather echoing in the cold, concrete basement. The sting of the whip against Joshua’s back was searing, and the pain was so intense it made him scream out, his cries reverberating off the walls.
Each strike was a brutal reminder of his powerlessness, a devastating testament to the cruelty he was subjected to. Joshua’s screams filled the basement, each one a cry for help, a plea for mercy that would never come. As the punishment continued, the pain became a distant throb, eclipsed by the overwhelming sense of despair that consumed him.
In the midst of his suffering, Joshua’s thoughts drifted to Jisung, hoping against hope that his own agony might somehow shield the younger boy from the same fate. But the harsh reality of their lives pressed down on him with unrelenting force, leaving him battered, broken, and longing for an escape that seemed forever out of reach.
The atmosphere inside the sleek, dark limo was heavy with an oppressive silence. The twelve alphas sat in grim anticipation, the weight of their collective worry palpable. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, the impending confrontation with their omega mate a dark cloud hanging over them. They had no idea what state they would find their omega in, and the uncertainty gnawed at them.
As the limo finally came to a stop, the alphas stepped out, met by a sea of law enforcement officers and guards. The sheer number of people and the stark contrast of their formal uniforms added to the gravity of the situation.
Seungcheol, his voice steady but laced with a simmering intensity, addressed the officers. "One of the omegas in that house is our mate, your future ruler. We want you to first bring out the criminals, then safely and respectfully lead the omegas out to the medics' area. Is that clear?"
The officers nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting both the seriousness of the task and the respect they held for the kings.
Moments later, six handcuffed men were brought out. The criminals were roughly shoved to their knees, their fear palpable. The sight of the twelve kings looming over them added a layer of dread to their already visible terror.
"Y-Your Majesties... what is this?" one of them stammered, confusion etched on his face.
Seungcheol's gaze was cold and unyielding. "The omegas in your house. One of them is our mate."
Realization struck the criminals like a physical blow. Their faces turned ashen, eyes widening with horror as they comprehended the gravity of the situation.
"We didn’t know! I swear, we would have never—" The leader began to plead, his voice trembling.
Seungcheol cut him off with a harsh, biting tone. "But you did. And you better hope our mate is found healthy and unharmed."
The focus then shifted to the group of omegas being tended to by medics. The alphas approached, their eyes scanning the faces of the omegas with desperate hope. Yet, none of them matched the expected profile.
"No... no, this can’t be happening," Seungkwan murmured, his voice breaking with despair.
"They have to be here. I don’t understand," Jun added, his frustration evident as he continued to search the crowd.
Mingyu, unable to contain his mounting anger, stormed back to the kneeling criminals. His eyes burned with fury as he grabbed the leader by the collar. "How many?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"W-What?" The leader stuttered, his fear escalating.
"How many omegas did you keep in there?" Mingyu's grip tightened, his voice menacing.
"E-Eleven," the leader managed to choke out.
"There are only ten here," Minghao noted with a sharp edge in his voice, scanning the room.
"Your Majesties, we checked everywhere. There is no one else in there," Minjun said, his tone apologetic but firm.
"Where. Are. They?" Mingyu's voice was a low growl, his grip unwavering.
"In... inside the largest bedroom... under the carpet... in the basement," the leader gasped out, his strength waning under Mingyu's relentless grip.
The guards moved to rush inside, but Seungcheol's commanding presence halted them. "Stop. This is our mate. We’re going in."
There was no room for dissent. The officers and guards stood back, allowing the kings to take control.
"Gyu, Wonwoo, come with me. You all wait here. We’ll bring them out," Seungcheol instructed with a determined resolve.
The alphas exchanged serious, resolute nods, their faces set in grim determination. The three of them turned and rushed toward the house, the urgency of their mission propelling them forward as they raced to uncover the truth and bring their missing mate to safety.
Joshua’s world was a whirlwind of pain and exhaustion. His body felt like it was on fire, every muscle and joint screaming in agony. Tears flowed freely down his face, mingling with the sweat and grime that coated his skin. He felt utterly drained, his mind a foggy haze of despair.
His pleas had long since lost their strength, morphing into weak, pitiful whispers. Each cry for mercy seemed to fall on deaf ears, swallowed by the void of cruelty that surrounded him. The relentless blows had ceased for the moment, but the damage was done. His entire body ached with a deep, unrelenting throb.
One of the alphas released the omega's tied hands, causing him to fall harshly on the ground below him.
The leader's cruel laughter echoed in the small, suffocating room as he crouched in front of Joshua. His touch was cold and calculating as he tilted Joshua’s chin up, inspecting the tear-stricken face before him. The leader’s eyes were filled with a twisted satisfaction.
“Have you finally learned your lesson?” he taunted, his voice laced with mockery.
Joshua could only manage a faint, pained frown, his strength dwindling by the second. Before he could even form a coherent response, the leader’s expression shifted to one of disdain.
“I don’t think you did,” he sneered.
Joshua’s eyes widened in terror as the leader picked up a heavy hammer. The weight of the metal seemed to loom over him, a harbinger of more suffering to come. He let out a strangled plea, a desperate cry that echoed his inner torment.
“No... please...”
The leader’s smirk widened into a cruel grin. “I like it when you beg.”
With a merciless motion, he brought the hammer down onto Joshua’s right ankle. The impact was excruciating, sending a jolt of searing pain through his entire leg. Joshua’s scream pierced the air, raw and desperate. Fresh tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as the pain intensified.
The leader signaled to his cronies, who moved in to lift Joshua's limp body. They held him upright, supporting his weight as he struggled to balance on his damaged foot. The leader then grabbed the rope that had bound Joshua’s wrists and, with deliberate cruelty, tied it around the boy’s neck.
Joshua’s sobs grew louder as the rope was pulled tight, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes. His breathing became ragged and labored, each breath a struggle as the rope constricted his airway, not enough to strangle but just enough to make each inhale a painful endeavor.
The leader took a perverse pleasure in Joshua’s suffering, laughing cruelly as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “See you in a bit, doll,” he said with a final sneer before striding out of the room.
Left alone in the dimly lit space, Joshua’s world narrowed to the agonizing pain in his ankle and the tightening rope around his neck. The position was agonizing, a constant reminder of his helplessness. He could hear the muffled sounds of activity from upstairs—loud voices, hurried footsteps. He wondered if the alphas were going at the omegas again.
Joshua's thoughts drifted to Jisung, the young boy he had tried so hard to protect. His heart ached with the fear that Jisung might suffer the same fate, or worse. He clung to the hope that somehow, his sacrifice would mean something, that the little boy might be spared from the cruelty that had become his own reality.
With every breath, every heartbeat, Joshua wondered how much longer he could endure. The pain was relentless, and his hope seemed to flicker like a dying flame.
When the three alphas burst into the dimly lit bedroom, their eyes scanned the space with frantic urgency. They quickly tore back the carpet, revealing the trapdoor to the basement beneath.
“Are you guys ready?” Seungcheol’s voice trembled with a mix of anticipation and dread as he glanced at Mingyu and Wonwoo.
Both nodded with grim determination.
With a deep breath, Seungcheol lifted the door, his heart racing faster than ever before. “Is there anyone here?” he called down into the darkness.
A faint, strained whizzing sound answered them. They hurried down the stairs, their hearts pounding as they descended into the basement’s oppressive gloom.
Their eyes landed on a small, crumpled figure in the corner. Joshua was bound by a rope around his neck, the cruel binding forcing him to remain on his tiptoes. His body trembled violently, every breath a ragged, wheezing effort as he struggled against the constriction. His skin was pale, smeared with dirt, sweat, and bruises. His right ankle was grotesquely swollen and bruised from the hammer blow, making it clear how severely he had been tortured.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol’s voice cracked with anguish as he rushed to the boy, Mingyu and Wonwoo following close behind. They were met with the overwhelming sight of the boy’s suffering.
Seungcheol worked frantically to untie the rope around Joshua’s neck. The rope was rough against his fingers, but he forced himself to focus, his hands moving with a desperate urgency. As soon as the rope fell away, Joshua’s body slumped against the ground, Wonwoo and Mingyu catching him immediately.
“Hey,” Seungcheol’s voice was gentle, filled with a heart-wrenching mix of relief and sorrow. “can you look at us?”
Joshua’s eyes, clouded with pain and exhaustion, slowly lifted to meet the three boys's gaze. The overwhelming feeling hit them instantly —the possessive urge to claim, the butterflies and rapid heartbeats.
He was their soulmate.
The boy’s eyes widened with recognition and shock. “Y-your majesties…” His voice was barely a whisper, weak and strained.
Then, as if the weight of his injuries and exhaustion became too much, Joshua’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed. Mingyu caught him with a frantic, panicked grip, his heart aching at the sight of their omega’s limp form.
“Hey, hey, stay with us!” Mingyu’s voice was filled with panic, his hands trembling as he held Joshua close. He looked desperately at his mates, as if willing them to help make everything right.
“What did they do to him?” Wonwoo’s voice was choked with horror, his gaze sweeping over Joshua’s battered body. The sight of his mate’s many bruises and the cruel marks from the rope filled him with an unrestrained fury. His alpha instincts roared with anger.
“We need to get him medical attention,” Seungcheol said, his voice steely but edged with concern. “Gyu, can you carry him?”
Mingyu nodded, adjusting Joshua’s fragile form in his arms. He supported Joshua’s knees and back with careful strength, lifting him gently. The boy felt too light, a stark reminder of his suffering.
As they turned to leave, Seungcheol suddenly stopped them. “Wait.”
Mingyu and Wonwoo looked at him, confusion in their eyes.
Seungcheol quickly removed his jacket and draped it over Joshua’s body and face. The gesture was both protective and tender, shielding their mate from prying eyes and the harsh reality of his condition.
They emerged into the outside air, where a crowd had gathered, drawn by the news of the kings’ arrival. The murmurs of curiosity and concern rose around them, but the trio was focused solely on their omega.
Seungkwan’s eyes widened as he saw the figure in Mingyu’s arms. “Is he our…?”
The three alphas nodded solemnly, their expressions grave.
Jeonghan’s breath hitched as he took in the limp, battered body. “Is he…” His voice trailed off, unable to fully articulate the fear and sadness in his heart.
“He’s alive,” Seungcheol said firmly, though his voice was tight with relief. The other alphas visibly relaxed at the confirmation.
“He needs medical care,” Wonwoo said, his voice taking on a fierce edge of urgency. The sight of their omega’s injuries made his protective instincts surge with a burning intensity.
“Your majesties, would you like me to call the paramedics?” Minjun stepped forward.
“No,” Seungcheol said, his tone brooking no argument. “Contact Doctor Kang and have her bring all her equipment to the Golden Chambers. We’re taking him to the palace.”
They hurried into the limo, Mingyu still cradling Joshua’s fragile form. The ride to the palace was tense, the weight of their mate’s condition heavy on their shoulders.
At the palace, Dr. Kang was ready and waiting. She moved with practiced efficiency, immediately starting to examine Joshua as Mingyu carefully set him down on the bed.
An hour later, Dr. Kang emerged, her expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion. “He’s going to be okay, your majesties. He’s badly bruised, but I’ve bandaged him up. Those will heal within a few weeks. His right ankle is likely broken, so he won’t be able to put any weight on it until it fully heals. please make sure he refrains from standing and walking. He’ll need to apply this ointment to the bruise on his neck once a day.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Minghao said, his voice trembling with gratitude.
With that, Dr. Kang left the room, leaving the alphas alone with their newly found mate.
“God,” Hoshi said, his voice a heavy sigh as he sank into a chair beside the bed. His eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at Joshua’s still form.
“Have you all felt it?” Chan asked, his gaze lingering on their mate.
“Yes,” Jeonghan confirmed, pulling the young alpha into a protective embrace. The bond was palpable, a deep, comforting connection now that their omega was found.
“How… how did you find him?” Jun asked, his eyes fixed on Joshua, taking in the damage with a mix of sorrow and rage.
Wonwoo took a steadying breath. “He was tied up by his neck. We untied him as quickly as we could, but he passed out before we could speak to him.”
“Bastards,” Jihoon muttered, his voice low but filled with burning anger.
“They’ll pay for this. I’ll make sure of it,” Seungcheol vowed, his voice unwavering with a fierce protectiveness.
“First, we make sure our omega is okay. He needs all of us right now,” Seungkwan said softly, placing a comforting hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder as he looked at Joshua with a sad, tender expression.
“He is pretty, isn’t he?” Hansol said with a small, affectionate smile.
“He is beautiful,” Jun agreed, his voice filled with awe and tenderness as he looked at their mate, finally safe with them.
The boy was unconscious for two long days. the alphas had kept vigil, their lives revolving around the fragile state of their newly found mate. They ate, slept, and did everything within the confines of the room, refusing to let anyone else intrude except for Doctor Kang, who attended to Joshua’s injuries with quiet efficiency.
As evening fell, a faint movement stirred within the bed. The kings' collective breath caught, and they rose to their feet with a mix of anticipation and concern. They moved closer, their expressions a blend of hope and anxiety, their eyes locked on the figure beneath the covers.
Joshua’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing dark, confused eyes. The room’s gentle light cast a soft glow on his pale face as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He tried to lift himself, but the effort was met with a wince of pain. Wonwoo was at his side in an instant, gently helping him to a seated position.
As Joshua adjusted his position, the first thing that hit him when he looked up at the twelve figures in his room was an electrifying rush of emotions — the heart-pounding thrill of finding his soulmate. His heart raced furiously, and a flurry of butterflies danced in his stomach. An intense, almost primal urge to claim and be claimed surged through him, making his entire being hum with a newfound connection.
But as his eyes fully focused on the alphas before him, the shock of their identities hit him like a sledgehammer. His gaze swept over the three kings, his eyes widening, the realization striking him with breathtaking clarity. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he struggled to steady himself as he took in the enormity of the moment. He had only dreamed about it, finding his soulmates. never actually believing it was possible for him. and yet here they were, in front of him, and they were the kings. the kingdom's rulers were his soulmates. The weight of their presence, combined with the profound emotional surge, left him momentarily paralyzed, overwhelmed by the gravity of it all.
“Y… your majesties…” he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper, laden with both reverence and uncertainty.
"cute" Chan thought with a fond smile.
Jeonghan, with his kind eyes and gentle demeanor, approached the bed and sat down carefully, maintaining a respectful distance. “What’s your name, sweetie?” he asked softly.
“Josh..Joshua, your majesty,” Joshua replied, his voice trembling. His gaze darted around the room, still processing the overwhelming reality of his situation.
“Joshua, please, call us by our names. We’re mates after all,” Jeonghan said with a warm, reassuring smile. His tone was gentle, meant to comfort and ease the tension.
Joshua’s eyes flickered with confusion and fear. “I… I don’t… how…” he struggled to find the right words, his mind racing to understand the situation.
Minghao’s smile was encouraging, a beacon of warmth. “We’ve been looking for you for quite some time,” he said, his voice filled with kindness.
Joshua’s gaze fell to his lap, his hands gripping the blanket tightly. The fear and insecurity that had haunted him were now bubbling to the surface.
“What is it?” Mingyu asked, his voice laced with concern as he observed Joshua’s troubled expression.
“I… I’m tainted, your majesties. I’m not pure… I’m damaged… I don’t think I’m an appropriate mate for you,” Joshua confessed, his voice cracking with sadness. He looked at them with a broken expression, his fears and doubts laid bare.
The room fell silent, the weight of Joshua’s words hanging heavy in the air. The kings’ hearts ached at his words.
“Don’t say that, please,” Hoshi said softly, his voice a gentle plea. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
Hansol’s voice carried a note of quiet strength. “Joshua, I was a servant here. I was born into a poor family and was taught from a young age that my life was set in stone. But fate had other plans. We didn’t choose to be each other’s mates—destiny did. That means we were made for each other.”
Jeonghan’s hand rested on Hansol’s shoulder, his expression one of pride and admiration. The other kings shared soft, supportive smiles, their eyes reflecting a deep sense of care and affection.
“Joshua, from now on, we are equals. You are as important to us as we are to each other,” Seungcheol said, his gaze meeting Jeonghan’s briefly before returning to Joshua with a reassuring smile.
Joshua looked around at their faces. Each wore a kind, gentle expression, their eyes filled with hope and reassurance. He was still grappling with the surreal nature of the situation, feeling as though he might wake up from a strange, painful dream, and find himself back in that basement.
They assured him they would give him time and space. With nowhere else to go, Joshua would remain in the palace, where he would continue his bed rest. The kings promised to visit him daily, ensuring he was never alone. To further ease his transition, they assigned three young betas to be his personal companions, ready to assist with anything he needed.
The royal pack had been visiting their omega with unwavering dedication, keeping their promise to be present every day. Each visit was a delicate dance of conversation and connection, a slow but earnest attempt to build a bridge between their worlds.
They approached their meetings with Joshua with a combination of patience and affection. They engaged him in small conversations, striving to make him feel at ease. However, the task proved to be more challenging than they had anticipated.
Joshua, despite his willingness to call them by their names—a significant step in bridging the gap between them—remained reserved and cautious. His responses were polite but distant, his demeanor calculated and closed off. The process of acceptance was proving to be more complex than they had hoped.
Understanding the difficulty Joshua faced, the kings chose not to press him further. Instead, they shifted their approach, focusing on sharing stories about themselves, recounting their experiences, and gradually revealing the layers of their lives. They spoke of their triumphs and trials, their joys and sorrows, hoping to paint a picture of their world that Joshua might begin to feel a part of.
Joshua listened intently, his eyes reflecting a quiet interest as he absorbed their tales. His role as a listener seemed to bring him a semblance of contentment, a way for him to connect with them without the pressure of immediate reciprocation.
As the days passed, Joshua’s initial rigidity began to soften. He started to engage more in the conversations, his responses becoming less mechanical and more heartfelt. The small shifts in his behavior did not go unnoticed; each moment of genuine interaction was a victory.
The kings fell for him, each in their own way and with a speed that surprised even themselves. They were captivated by his gentle nature, his kindness, and his ethereal beauty. What started as a mission to integrate him into their lives soon became a profound emotional connection.
Joshua’s presence was like a soothing balm to their souls. He brought a calm and serenity that made their hectic lives feel more balanced. His laughter, which had once been a rare sound, became a cherished melody. His eyes, which had initially held only a distant glimmer, now sparkled with warmth and playfulness.
In turn, Joshua found himself deeply enamored with each of the kings, each bringing something unique and invaluable to their collective harmony.
Seungcheol emerged as the unwavering cornerstone of the pack, his protective nature and strong leadership casting a reassuring shadow over their lives. His steadfast commitment to their safety and well-being made him an indispensable pillar of security and guidance. Seungcheol was a beacon of stability and strength, someone who could be relied upon in moments of uncertainty.
Jeonghan, with his delightful blend of mischief and nurturing care, brought an unexpected warmth to the pack. His playful antics were a refreshing counterpoint to the seriousness of their situation, while his genuine concern and encouragement provided his pack with a comforting sanctuary. Jeonghan's ability to balance light-heartedness with deep empathy created a space where his mates felt both amused and cared for.
Jun’s quiet demeanor was a balm for his soulmates's anxieties, his perceptiveness offering a steady presence amidst the turbulence. Jun’s ability to intuitively understand and respond to the needs of his mates made him a calming force, his silent support providing an unspoken reassurance that his lovers found profoundly comforting.
Hoshi's infectious playfulness and emotional sensitivity created a safe environment where his mates could explore their feelings without fear. Hoshi’s knack for lifting spirits and his genuine attentiveness to his mates's emotional state helped foster a space where his packmates felt encouraged to open up and engage more deeply.
Wonwoo, often seen as distant, revealed a surprising depth of care and devotion that made his mates feel profoundly valued. Behind his reserved exterior lay a well of affection and commitment, which became evident in his quiet but unwavering support. Wonwoo’s capacity for profound loyalty added a layer of emotional security to the pack’s dynamic.
Woozi, despite his imposing presence, offered a unique blend of clarity and maturity. His role as a grounding force amidst the pack’s often chaotic interactions provided his mates with a sense of stability. Woozi’s ability to offer insightful guidance and maintain a composed demeanor contributed significantly to the pack’s overall balance.
Seokmin brought an infectious energy and optimism that became a wellspring of joy for the entire pack. His ability to uplift spirits and bring smiles to their faces acted as a constant reminder of the joy they could find even in challenging times. Seokmin’s presence was like a burst of sunshine, brightening every interaction and fostering a sense of shared happiness.
Mingyu's unwavering commitment and affectionate nature made him a beloved figure within the pack. His dedication to ensuring the well-being of his mates was expressed through countless acts of care and support. Mingyu’s nurturing approach created a comforting atmosphere where his mates felt cherished and valued.
Minghao blended gentle sassiness with profound empathy, ensuring that no one in the pack felt isolated or neglected. His ability to offer both playful banter and deep emotional support added a layer of inclusiveness to the pack’s dynamic. Minghao’s sensitivity to the feelings of others ensured that everyone felt seen and cared for.
Seungkwan brought a radiant cheerfulness that illuminated even the darkest moments. His unwavering kindness and ability to connect with everyone on a personal level made him a beacon of light within the pack. Seungkwan’s cheerful demeanor was a constant source of positivity, helping to foster a supportive and uplifting environment.
Hansol provided a steadying influence with his quiet support and resilience. His ability to offer support without drawing attention to himself made him a quietly essential part of the pack. Hansol’s presence was a source of comfort and reliability, providing his mates with a sense of stability and reassurance.
Chan, despite his youth, demonstrated a natural leadership that commanded admiration. His ability to balance youthful exuberance with a strong sense of responsibility showcased his potential as a future leader. Chan’s capability to support and guide his mates, even at a young age, added a layer of promise and hope to the pack’s dynamic.
Each king, with their unique attributes and contributions, played a vital role in creating a harmonious and supportive environment for Joshua. Their individual strengths interwove to form a tapestry of care, understanding, and mutual respect that enriched their shared existence.
Joshua’s heart inevitably succumbed to the collective charm and warmth of the kings. His affection for them grew with each passing day, a blossoming realization that both excited and terrified him. The fear of losing this newfound paradise haunted him, a lingering worry that perhaps, at any moment, it could all come crashing down, and he might find himself back in the darkness he had once known.
Each moment spent with them was a delicate dance of hope and fear, a testament to the healing power of love and acceptance. And though Joshua struggled to fully embrace this reality, the kings remained steadfast, their love for him unwavering and true.
One day, while the twelve kings were preoccupied with their duties in the expansive royal office, Joshua sat alone in his bedroom, restless and weary from the restriction imposed by his injured ankle. The grandiose palace, so full of life, seemed to be mocking his confinement. Tired of being cooped up and eager for a change, he made a decision. What could possibly go wrong? he thought.
Slowly, with a deep breath, he rose to his feet. Pain shot up from his right ankle, sharp and unyielding, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself forward. Each step was heavy, his limp pronounced as he hobbled out of his room and into the long corridor. The halls were eerily quiet, no servants, no guards, just the faint echo of his uneven steps.
His large, curious eyes roamed the space, taking in the palace’s grandeur as if seeing it for the first time. The ceiling stretched impossibly high above him, adorned with intricately painted murals and golden chandeliers, each one shimmering with crystals that caught the light like fragments of stars. Statues stood proudly along the walls, each one carved from the finest marble, depicting figures from history—heroes, gods, and kings. Everything felt massive, almost overwhelming, as if the palace was designed to make anyone standing within it feel small.
Joshua limped down the hall, his ankle protesting with every movement, but his determination to explore outweighed the pain. He reached a large arched window that stretched nearly from the floor to the ceiling. Gazing out, his breath caught in his throat. Beyond the glass was the palace garden—a lush, sprawling masterpiece of nature and design.
The vibrant green of the gardens stood in stark contrast to the deep blue of the sky above. Flowers of every color imaginable bloomed in intricate patterns, their petals swaying gently in the breeze. A soft smile played on Joshua’s lips as he inhaled deeply, letting the fresh scent of blossoms fill his lungs. The scene was tranquil, a peaceful oasis amidst the grandeur of the palace.
Then, he heard it—a faint, soothing sound of running water. His gaze shifted, and he spotted it: a small lake nestled within the gardens. Its surface sparkled beneath the sunlight, and the sound of the gentle current brought a sense of calm. Joshua’s heart skipped a beat at the beauty of it all.
With careful steps, he made his way outside and down to the lake’s edge. As he crouched down, the pain in his ankle faded to the back of his mind, overtaken by the serenity of the moment. The stillness of the lake was interrupted only by the soft paddling of baby ducks, their tiny bodies bobbing on the water’s surface.
Joshua’s eyes softened as he watched them, their innocence and playfulness bringing a warmth to his chest. Gently, he extended his hand, fingers barely grazing the surface of the water. The ducks, initially wary, soon swam closer. When they reached him, he let out a soft laugh, petting their delicate feathers with the utmost care.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Joshua’s heart lightened. Surrounded by beauty, touched by the innocence of nature, he felt a moment of peace in a place that, until now, had seemed too grand for him to belong.
Meanwhile, the kings were deeply focused on their work when the door to the large office burst open, revealing a maid, her face pale with fear. The abrupt entrance sent alarm bells ringing through each of the alphas, their protective instincts instantly heightened.
“Your Majesties,” she began, her voice trembling, almost frantic with urgency.
Mingyu's heart dropped at the sight of her distress. “What is it?” he asked, trying to steady his voice, though a wave of unease was creeping in.
“It’s the royal omega... we can’t find him.”
For a moment, the world stopped. The alphas’ hearts collectively froze, their thoughts racing to the worst possibilities.
“What?” Hoshi’s voice cracked with panic, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“I went to check on him, as I normally do, to see if he needed anything, but when I reached his room… he wasn’t there. We’ve searched everywhere, but we can’t find him,” the maid explained, her words only fueling the storm of fear in the alphas' minds.
A heavy silence fell over the room, the reality sinking in. Their mate—injured and vulnerable—was missing.
Chan’s face drained of color. “His ankle is still injured… He can’t walk on it. What if he’s hurt—” his voice wavered with desperation.
Seungcheol’s voice cut through the panic, though the fear was evident in his eyes. “Get everyone searching the palace immediately. No one stops until he’s found. And when they do—no one touches him. Call us right away,” he ordered, the authority in his voice barely masking his dread.
The maid nodded quickly, rushing to carry out his orders, leaving the twelve alphas standing in a suffocating tension.
Seungkwan’s hands trembled, his mind racing with the possibilities. “Oh God, what if he fell? What if he’s somewhere... hurt and alone?” His voice cracked, the worry seeping through every word.
Jeonghan moved to stand beside him, though his own anxiety was barely contained. “Thinking like that won’t help us now. We have to stay calm,” he said, though the strain in his voice betrayed him.
“Just a few more minutes,” Wonwoo added quietly, though his expression was serious, his voice shook with unease. “If they still haven’t found him… we’ll search every inch ourselves.”
The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like a lifetime. The alphas paced restlessly around the room, their minds consumed with images of Joshua hurt, lost, or worse. The fear gnawed at them, a tightening grip on their hearts, until finally, the door burst open again.
“We found him!” a servant exclaimed breathlessly.
In an instant, the alphas surged to their feet, their hearts pounding as they followed the man. He led them through the grand halls, out into the palace garden, where they finally stopped, gesturing towards the small figure crouched by the edge of the lake.
There, sitting peacefully by the water, was Joshua, cradling a baby duck in his hands, his face illuminated by a soft, genuine smile.
The alphas' hearts melted at the sight. The tension and panic that had gripped them for the past several minutes vanished, replaced by overwhelming relief and affection. Their mate was safe, and in that moment, they could see the pure joy in his eyes as he gently petted the tiny creatures swimming near him.
Jeonghan was the first to step forward, his voice soft and full of warmth. “Hey, sweetie.”
Joshua turned to them, his smile never fading. “Hi,” he replied softly, his voice as gentle as ever. “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful garden.” He turned back to the baby ducks, watching them with a look of pure contentment as they nuzzled his hand.
The alphas exchanged quiet glances, their hearts swelling with affection. It was impossible not to feel soft for him in that moment—seeing their mate so happy, so at peace.
“Joshie, you know you’re not supposed to be walking on your ankle,” Seokmin said gently, though there was no scolding in his voice—only concern.
“I know,” Joshua admitted, turning to face them fully. “But I just needed to be out of that bed… even if only for a little while.”
The alphas shared a look of guilt. Of course, it had been hard for him to stay cooped up, alone, while they were busy working. They should’ve known better.
“I have an idea,” Vernon chimed in, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you come stay with us in the office?”
Seungcheol nodded quickly. “That’s a great idea.”
Joshua hesitated, his smile faltering slightly. “Oh, I don’t want to impose… I know you all have important work to do, things I shouldn’t be involved in.”
Minghao shook his head, offering a reassuring smile. “Nonsense. Everything we do is for you to be involved in. We’re mates, remember?”
Joshua’s expression softened, a small smile returning to his lips. But before he could respond, Jun spoke up, his tone serious.
“There’s only one condition,” he said, and all eyes turned to him.
Joshua blinked in surprise, as did the other alphas. “Condition?”
“You let us carry you,” Jun continued softly, the tension in his voice replaced with gentle affection. “You can’t walk on your own yet, Joshie.”
The other alphas nodded in agreement, smiling fondly at their mate.
Joshua blushed deeply, flustered by their words but unable to hide the soft smile that spread across his face. “Alright,” he agreed shyly.
Mingyu wasted no time stepping forward, his smile wide as he carefully lifted Joshua onto his back, securing him gently. The alphas, now calm and complete with their omega safe and sound, began the walk back to their office, their hearts lighter than before.
With Joshua in their midst, everything was as it should be.
It had been a year since they found their omega, a year of healing, love, and learning to trust again. Joshua’s physical injuries had long since healed, but the scars left by the pain and doubt took much longer to fade. For months, he kept his distance, quietly observing, still unsure of his place among his mates. The weight of his trauma held him back, as he hesitated to fully open his heart.
But his alphas were patient. They never rushed him, never demanded more than he could give. Instead, they surrounded him with gentle affection, reassuring words, and unwavering support. Slowly, Joshua began to feel safe—not just in the palace, but in their presence. The warmth they showed him, the way they looked at him with nothing but love and admiration, began to melt the barriers he had built around his heart.
He started sharing little things—at first, just a few stories about his childhood, and eventually, more personal details. The day he told them about his dreams, the things he hoped for in the future, it felt like a breakthrough. He no longer looked at them like strangers, no longer treated their touch with hesitance. The quiet, cautious omega they had once rescued had blossomed into someone who laughed freely, who teased them playfully, and who finally allowed himself to love and be loved.
His mates were overjoyed with every step of his journey. It was as though a piece of their hearts had finally found its place, completing the bond they had all longed for. The pack was whole at last, and they cherished every moment of it.
It wasn’t just the pack that noticed the change. The kingdom had fallen in love with Joshua long before he ever fully opened up to his mates. From the day he was rescued, the citizens had taken a liking to the soft, gentle omega. His kind smile, his shy but genuine nature—everything about him endeared him to the people. Whenever he walked through the palace gardens or appeared at royal events, he was met with adoring gazes and warm greetings.
It was no secret that the people favored him. Even the palace staff treated him with extra care, always ready with a bow or a small gift to brighten his day. He had a way of bringing out the softness in everyone around him, just by being himself.
And his alphas didn’t mind at all. In fact, they reveled in the fact that their mate was so beloved. To them, Joshua deserved all the love in the world. Every smile he received, every kind word spoken to him only confirmed what they had known all along—that their omega was someone precious, someone who brought light into the lives of all who met him.
Now, as they ruled together as a pack, they were stronger than ever. Joshua stood by their side, no longer in the background but as an equal, a treasured member of their family. The kingdom flourished under their leadership, and the bond between them grew deeper with each passing day.
Together, they were unstoppable, not just as rulers, but as mates. And with Joshua’s heart finally open to them, the pack was complete, bound by a love stronger than anything they had ever known.