Episode 1

"Alright, here are the divorce papers. I need you to sign here and here."

Prince stood up to grab a pen and quickly signed to get everything over with, as his only wish was to stop seeing the egotistical, dark, black-haired, and strong Alpha's face.

Having done so, he returned to his seat and the Alpha rose to do the same. His hand didn't shake at all, and after placing the pen aside, he shot a brief glance at the Omega to see him with arms crossed, a serious face, and looking away—a clear sign that he wanted nothing to do with him, not even in pictures, let alone in his dreams. Knowing him well, he was aware that the Omega often behaved whimsically, gave too many orders, and always wanted control, which he was sure had exhausted him and had been the reason for the deceit.

The man seated at the head of the table cleared his throat because the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and he was afraid to say something, lest they both lash out at him.

"Good," he whispered with a smile, but neither of them even glanced his way. "In the next few days, you will receive your documents officially declaring your divorce. However, as you married without a prenuptial agreement, so..."

"I want nothing from him," the Omega spoke firmly. "I have all I want and can have more. Let all used things be given to the other; I like being charitable from time to time."

The man swallowed, unsure how Prince could be so bold to speak to him that way without breaking eye contact or faltering.

"Okay," he said, laughing nervously and loosening his tie a little, "but I'm afraid it's the law, and so you must decide who keeps the house, two of the four cars, the southern cabin, and fifty percent of the bank's contents. Additionally, I must remind you, Mr. Maiston, that you transferred one of the Delta Hotels into your spouse's name."

"What a pity, it's too much for him; he'll never manage," Maiston teased, looking at Prince with a smirk.

"Just like you couldn't manage your one-night entanglements."

The man swallowed again, sensing they were almost ready to fight right over him.

"Alright, then the Nissan and Chevrolet will belong to you, young Prince, is that acceptable?"

"No, I want the Camaro and the Ferrari."

"I like those," Maiston interjected.

"Too bad. You never asked if you could sleep with someone else, so I don't plan to ask or consider any of your objections. I want those, end of story," Prince said, turning to the man.

The man simply nodded.

"I have to leave. Should any issues arise, my lawyer will handle them. I have a hotel to take care of."

"No, wait, young Prince, you need to hear what I'm about to read no..."

Watching him leave through the door, the man sighed, having never been assigned a divorce as difficult as theirs. Whenever he saw them, he could only imagine one of them ending up dead with a knife stuck in their neck.

"Fine, I'll read it to your lawyer then," he announced, looking at the man who had sat by his side the entire time, as well as Maiston's lawyer.

The Alpha lingered for a moment longer before simply departing.

Arriving at the hotel where he was staying, Prince sighed, feeling tired. He thought about turning on the TV for a distraction but regretted it instantly, as the news was only discussing his divorce. Both were powerful individuals with their own businesses, investments, and recognition, making it impossible for their names not to be splashed across magazine covers and newspapers.

Maiston was renowned for his oil companies that shipped worldwide. His company, Infinite Petroleum, was number one and favored by all its clientele. His grandfather had started the business many years ago, which was passed down to his father and eventually to his name when his father died ten years ago. The company had topped the industry rankings for thirty consecutive years. In addition to oil, he also had experience in hospitality, owning Delta Hotels across the city and in three different countries. At thirty, he was a respectable man, except for the scandal of his infidelity to his now ex-spouse.

Prince owned a clothing brand: Unicx, with stores in ten different countries where his garments were bestsellers. He designed clothing that the finest tailors and seamstresses in the world crafted. His clothing line was mostly cotton and available in sizes for all. He also had a high-end, sought-after lingerie line under the same name. At only twenty-five, he held a tremendous amount of power in the palm of his hand. His name, like Maiston's, had been at the top for five straight years.

Neither could criticize the other, as both boasted wealth, fame, power, and their own accomplishments.

So, two months passed after the separation when Prince had spent a week feeling unwell. It didn't matter whether he ate or not; nausea struck him incessantly, and dizziness even kept him from working properly. He had to present a new clothing line by the end of the month, and his ailments were thwarting his progress.

"Just like I told you on the phone, doctor, I'm quite tired and I haven't done much exertion."

The man in the white coat nodded as he typed on the computer, noting down the symptoms.

"Is there a particular food, or is it with everything?"

"With everything, especially if I smell chicken. I can't stand it," he said, feeling queasy at the mere thought.

"Alright, lie down on the exam table so we can take a look. Any part of the abdomen causing discomfort?"

Prince shook his head; it wasn't pain but revulsion towards food and ceaseless dizziness.

The doctor touched his abdomen a bit, checking for certain things and considering others because his stomach was hard. After the examination, he took notes on a piece of paper and asked:

"How's your heat cycle?"

"Normal. The last one was three months ago."

"Did you spend it with your partner?"

"Oh, yes," he said, reluctantly, the recollection stirring up an even stronger urge to vomit. "With that bastard."

He muttered the last words under his breath, but the doctor heard him loud and clear.

"I'm not sure, but you might be in the early stages of pregnancy. I'll send you to the midwife to get everything confirmed."

Prince looked at him and grabbed the paper to stand up, only to have everything go dark, blur, and fall into eternal silence.

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