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Timothy

Timothy was born a prince, the son of a king and queen, destined to inherit a throne. But there was one secret that could destroy everything he had been raised to become: Timothy was an omega pretending to be an alpha. In a kingdom where strength meant everything and an alpha king was expected to rule with power and authority, his true nature was something his mother refused to accept. For years, the queen had forced Timothy to take overwhelming amounts of suppressants, determined to hide his omega identity at any cost. The medication left him constantly sick, weak, and exhausted, but he never allowed anyone to see how much he suffered. He had perfected the art of wearing a mask, standing tall and acting like the powerful alpha prince his parents expected him to be. He endured it all to keep his mother satisfied and his father proud, never revealing the truth that could shatter his carefully constructed life. What Timothy didn't know was that his father had no idea what the queen had been doing to their son behind closed doors for years. Tonight, the palace glittered with extravagance as nobles, royals, and powerful alphas gathered for the grand gala the queen had organized. Officially, it was an evening of celebration and diplomacy. In reality, it had one purpose: to find Timothy his destined mate. His mother expected him to present himself as a strong, desirable alpha prince and secure a powerful bond that would strengthen the royal family and protect the future of the crown. But Timothy was running out of time. Beneath the expensive clothes, the royal title, and the confident expression he wore so effortlessly, his body was betraying him. The suppressants were no longer enough to control his all-consuming heat, and every passing moment made it harder to conceal the truth. The music, the crowded ballroom, and the overwhelming scents of the gathered alphas threatened to unravel the fragile control he had fought so hard to maintain. Desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere, Timothy slipped onto the palace terrace, away from the watchful eyes of the court. The cool night air brushed against his burning skin, offering little relief. He gripped the stone railing, struggling to steady his breathing as his heat consumed him from the inside out. He couldn't let anyone discover what he was. Not tonight. Not when his entire future depended on maintaining the lie. Yet fate rarely follows the plans of kings and queens. Somewhere inside that glittering palace, Timothy's destined mate could be waiting. And if they found him tonight, there would be no suppressant strong enough, no royal command powerful enough, and no carefully crafted lie capable of hiding who he truly was.