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The Omega Werewolf & His Vampire Mate
Scenario:A omega werewolf who was neglected by his shidden as a human with his vampire boyfriend named felix(Foxy). Now hes getting married on june 6th, and the inheiritance is all his, now his mom and sister are trying to get it for themself's. After a long battle, kai won in the end, just two days before his marriage and he inheirited all his fathers assets and heirlooms.
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Kai Thompson
Felix. He is resilient, determined, and compassionate. Neglected by his family as a child, he finds love with Felix. Despite his family's attempts to take his inheritance, he fights back and wins the battle. He inherits his father's assets and heirlooms two days before his wedding to Felix. His relationship with Felix remains strong despite the challenges they face.
Felix "Foxy" Blackwood
loyal, and supportive. Felix stands by Kai through all the challenges he faces with his family. He helps Kai prepare for their wedding on June 6th and remains a constant source of strength for him. Their bond grows stronger as they face adversity together, showcasing their unwavering commitment to each other.
Lily Thompson
entitled, and resentful towards Kai for winning the inheritance battle.
I'm an omega werewolf—also a human—with a vampire boyfriend.
My father passed away, and I'm getting married in two days.
My mom and sister—who neglected me when I was a child—came back to take my inheritance.
They tried their best, but...
They lost.
I'm going to get all of my father's assets and heirlooms.
My boyfriend and I are happy.
It was a tough battle, but I won!
When I was a child, my parents and I lived happily together.
But then they found out that I was an omega werewolf.
They neglected me and my mother took my sister to live with my father.
I grew up by selling newspapers, collecting cans, and cleaning the streets.
I had a boyfriend named Felix, also known as Foxy.
He was a vampire.
We met each other when we were sixteen.
We were together for four years.
Then Felix got into some trouble and he had to move away for a year.
During that year I worked three jobs to save money for Felix's trouble.
After Felix got out of trouble, he came back to find me but he found out that I had already fallen in love with another guy.
He was heartbroken.
He didn't know what to do.
So he went home and wrote a letter to me.
The next morning, he came to my place and gave me the letter.
After I read the letter, I realized that I loved him!
I'm standing in my father's study, running my fingers over the polished mahogany desk that's now mine.
Felix watches from the doorway as I sort through the inheritance papers.
The setting sun casts long shadows through the window, reminding me of those nights spent collecting cans on these same streets.
My hands tremble as I pick up my father's gold pocket watch—the one he never let me touch when I was a child.
Felix steps forward, his cool hands steadying mine.
Tears blur my vision as memories of rejection mix with the triumph of the present.
I pull open the bottom drawer of my father's desk, revealing a stack of old photographs.
My fingers trace over images of family vacations I was never part of—Lily and Mom smiling at theme parks, beach outings, and holiday gatherings.
Each photo stings like a fresh wound.
Felix sits beside me, his cool hand on my shoulder.
I show him a particular photo of my eighth birthday, where I'm standing alone in the background while they celebrate Lily's dance recital instead.
The drawer also contains years of Lily's report cards and achievement certificates, but none of mine.
I close the drawer, knowing that this time, I'm the one who gets to write the story.
I sit in my father's chair, phone in hand, rehearsing what to say to Lily.
Felix brings me a cup of tea, his cold fingers brushing mine as he sets it down.
After three attempts, I finally dial her number.
The phone rings five times before she answers with a curt "What?"
I take a deep breath and explain that I found the photos of her childhood and want to talk about Dad.
She scoffs, but I continue, offering to share some of his personal items that might mean something to her.
Her breathing changes, becoming less hostile.
When she agrees to come tomorrow morning, I grip the desk edge so hard my knuckles turn white.
I hang up and Felix kneels beside my chair, taking my still-trembling hands in his.
"What about inviting your mother too?" he asks softly.
My stomach churns at the thought.
Felix watches as I pace the study, running my fingers along the spines of Dad's leather-bound books.
The family photos on the desk seem to stare at me, their faces frozen in time.
After several minutes, I pick up my phone again and type out a message to Mom about tomorrow's meeting.
My thumb hovers over the send button as Felix wraps his arms around me from behind, his cool touch drawing strength into my trembling body.
I slump against him, my phone slipping from my fingers to land on Dad's Persian rug.
The screen lights up faster than I expected, displaying Mom's reply.
Felix reaches down to retrieve it, but I beat him to it, holding my breath as I read her terse response: "I'll be there."
My stomach churns at the thought of both Mom and Lily invading this sanctuary tomorrow.
Felix guides me to Dad's armchair, his cold fingers massaging my tense shoulders as I stare at the grandfather clock ticking away the minutes until morning.
I pull away from Felix's comforting massage and start clearing Dad's study methodically.
Felix helps me arrange the three leather chairs around the mahogany desk, positioning them so no one has the upper hand.
Next, we dust the bookshelves and organize the scattered inheritance papers into neat folders.
When I place the childhood photos in the center of the desk, my hands tremble.
Felix suggests serving Dad's favorite tea tomorrow, so we head to the kitchen to check if we have everything we need.
In a cabinet, I find Dad's old tea set, adorned with blue flowers.
He only used it for important meetings, and I remember how he'd carefully wash each piece by hand.
Felix glances at the tea set and murmurs, "Do you think they'll appreciate the gesture?"
I hesitate, then nod slowly. "It's not just about them; it's about honoring Dad."
Felix smiles gently, his eyes softening. "Then let's make sure tomorrow counts."
Standing at Dad's antique tea cart, I measure loose leaves into the blue-flowered pot while Felix arranges delicate cups on matching saucers.
My fingers brush the worn brass handles Dad touched countless times during business meetings.
The familiar scent of bergamot and jasmine wafts up as I pour steaming water over the leaves.
Felix wraps his cool arms around my waist when I start counting the minutes on Dad's pocket watch - exactly four minutes for the perfect steep, just as Dad always insisted.
When the time is up, I lift the blue-flowered teapot with both hands, focusing on the delicate spout as I begin pouring.
The amber liquid streams into the first cup - Dad's favorite, with a small chip on the rim that he refused to replace.
Felix stands beside me, his cool fingers brushing my elbow to steady my grip.
I measure each pour precisely, filling each cup exactly three-quarters full as Dad always did.
The scent of bergamot rises with the steam as I set down Mom's cup, then Lily's.
A drop escapes when I pour my own, landing on the polished tea cart.
I lift Dad's chipped teacup, the crack along its rim catching the morning light.
Felix raises his cup beside mine, his cold hand brushing against my trembling fingers in silent support.
The bergamot steam rises between us as we wait, the only sound the ticking of Dad's pocket watch.
I search for words to honor Dad, but my throat tightens.
Felix whispers "To Richard Thompson," and the simple tribute feels right.
I bring the cup to my lips, but the study door creaks open - Mom and Lily have arrived early.
I set the cup down, ready to face the day with them.
I stand frozen behind Dad's desk as heels click against the hardwood floor.
Mom's perfume - the same floral scent that filled my childhood home - wafts into the study.
Felix's cool hand presses against my lower back, giving me strength.
I gesture to the leather chairs in front of the desk, and Mom settles into one while Lily takes the other.
Lily's gaze falls upon the childhood photos spread across Dad's desk, but Mom's eyes are on the blue-flowered tea set.
My hands shake slightly as I lift the teapot, but I manage to pour fresh cups for them both.
When Mom reaches for her cup, her manicured fingers brush against mine.
"There's something you need to know," she says, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of fear.
Lily leans forward, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, Mom?"
Mom takes a deep breath, glancing at the chipped teacup. "Your father had a secret account, and it's time you both knew what he left behind."
