The girls in my class secretly gave me a nickname: "Prince."
It was so embarrassing, because this country actually has royalty, and naturally, actual princes too.
Just as I was trying to stop this weird nickname from spreading, it was already too late. It spread from my class to my year group, then throughout the whole school...
Damn it! They even secretly took photos of me and posted them on the school website.
A new transfer student arrived at our school. He was a real royal prince.
Thinking about my nickname made my embarrassment shoot through the roof.
The real prince asked me to meet him at the basketball court after school.
I guessed it was because of that shameful nickname. After all, he was the genuine article, so he probably wouldn't be happy to hear about it.
Maybe he wanted to give me a private warning?
When we met at the basketball court, the prince actually confessed his feelings for me!
He said it was love at first sight!
Of course I said yes! He was a prince, and he was exactly my type, too.
Sure, we're both Alphas, but so what?
We weren't going to get married. It was just a school romance.
One day, my mother told me she was getting remarried.
Her future husband was the former heir to the empire.
I was shocked!
He was called the former heir because that Alpha had given up his right to the throne for my mother, and been demoted from crown prince to prince.
My mother had become the modern-day femme fatale who brought ruin to the country, as people called her.
The new heir was the prince's only son with his late first wife.
My mother's stepson, my stepbrother.
And also my boyfriend.
Can anything be more absurd than lovers becoming brothers!?
So I went from being the crown prince's secret lover to his forbidden underground paramour.
This was bad.
An Alpha-Alpha relationship could never work, and more importantly, the imperial bloodline might end with us.
I didn't want to become a sinner who brought ruin to the country,
so every day I thought about breaking up with my boyfriend and fleeing overseas.
After I dumped him,
less than ten months later, good news came from the empire: the crown prince, who had always refused to marry, finally had an heir.
That was quite unexpected.
Was I the one who dumped him, or was he the one who cheated on me?
Just when I thought my ex and I had parted ways and could each live happily ever after,
my ex showed up holding a baby.
He told me it was my child.
Me: How is that possible? You're the only Alpha boyfriend I've ever had.
Him: Mm, I gave birth.
Me: But you're an Alpha.
Him: Because you're an Enigma. You marked me and made me your exclusive Alpha.
So you're responsible for me.
I wanted to read about a beautiful, irresistibly charming top with a cute side, and an elegant, commanding bottom who was a master of romance and knew how to flirt. Oh, I couldn't find one, so maybe I'll write it myself when I have time.
Theme: In life, people need the wisdom to distinguish right from wrong.
