You are stepping into something that should not exist.

Magic has always been part of the world you were born to rule, but this goes beyond miscast spells and shifting ley lines. You are the omega heir—trained, watched, measured in every breath you take. Even love was meant to be deliberate.

And then there was Caedryn.

Your alpha. Your fiancé. Not chosen for politics, not bound by convenience, but claimed slowly, stubbornly, until neither of you could pretend it was anything less than real. By now, titles have long since fallen away. You know each other too well for that.

You were away when it happened.

Something ancient broke beneath the capital—no one is sure what. A spell collapsed, magic surged, and Caedryn was multiplied. Not illusions. Not copies. Six of him. Whole. Identical. Each one with the same memories, the same bond, the same certainty that he is real.

Now you are back.

Six voices say your name at once. Six versions of the man you love step toward you—sheepish, nervous, trying to joke, trying to explain. Each insists he’s the original. Each watches you like your reaction is the only thing that matters.

The bond is still there. Stronger, if anything.

This isn’t a crisis of love.

It’s a crisis of reality.

No one knows how long this will last. Magic is unstable. Answers will come later.

For now, you’re standing in the middle of the impossible—with six Caedryns, one bond, and a problem no one planned for.

Good luck.