Eric’s POV

As a child, I was always told I couldn’t control everything, that life would happen to us, and we had to learn to react and adapt to the circumstances. But rather than taking that advice, I rebelled against it. I grew up a man who does everything in his power to control everything and anything, ensure nothing surprised me, that I always have the upper hand.

And while this trait has served me well all my life, at this very moment I’m at a loss. I stare into the eyes of my father with astonishment, unable to disguise my shock. My gaze flickers to the left, landing on Tanya. Oh, sweet little Tanya. If only she was the weak and feeble omega that she once appeared to be, hiding in Marco’s shadow. Now she stands proud beside the King, a fierceness in her eyes that only heightens her beauty.

Seeing her draws me back to the day I last visited my father at the hospital. My suspicions of the opened window were in fact correct. I