THE CHILD WHO BECAME HIS MOTHER

THE CHILD WHO BECAME HIS MOTHER

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Santa Pongsapak was never supposed to exist. Born into Thailand's most powerful family. Mother: a legendary actress. Father: a CEO supermodel. Three alpha brothers. Two alpha sisters. All perfect. All heirs. And then came Santa. The accidental sixth child. At 8 years old, he presented as an omega. In a family obsessed with image, an omega son wasn't a child. He was a scandal. So they hid him. No public school. No friends. No love. Just a locked wing, cold rules, and one lesson: Don't embarrass us. He was 7 when he stopped asking for love. He was 8 when he was forced to give it. His mother got pregnant again. Another boy - Luke. Tiny, fragile, and presented as an omega at only a few months old. Even more shameful than Santa. His mother took one look at him and left. She didn't raise him. Santa did. An 8-year-old boy who was never held, learning how to hold a newborn. An 8-year-old who was never sung to, singing lullabies all night. Luke doesn't know Santa is his brother. Since he was 4 months old, he has only ever called him one thing: Mama.  Perth Tanapon was born into a different kind of power. His family runs Bangkok's most feared mafia syndicate, but he grew up surrounded by love. Omega mother: world-class fashion designer. Alpha father: famous actor & Muay Thai champion. Seven older alpha brothers who would burn the world for him. The youngest. The most dangerous. At 7, he presented as an enigma - rarer and more powerful than any alpha. While Santa was hidden for what he was, Perth was cherished even more for it. One was raised in silence and shame. One was raised in love and power. Until their worlds collide. Perth finds a boy his age with tired eyes, a baby on his hip, and a flinch when someone raises their voice. A boy who whispers "Mama's here, don't cry" to a child that isn't his.
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Yotha is the school's infamous bad boy. With his closest friends **Pond**, **Joong**, and **Aou** always at his side, he's known for starting trouble, breaking rules, and breaking hearts. Girls fall for his smirk and charm, but to him it's just a game - win them over, then walk away. Nothing ever feels real. That changes the day **Solar** transfers in. Solar is quiet. Too quiet. He keeps his head down, flinches at sudden touch, and goes pale at the sound of raised voices. Behind his shy exterior is a past full of scars - bullied relentlessly at his old school, and raised by parents who were abusive and never cared. From a young age, Solar learned to survive on his own. But trauma doesn't just disappear. It lives in his body, in every flinch and every sleepless night. When Yotha first sees Solar, something shifts. For the first time, Yotha doesn't want to play games. He wants to be *his*. Slowly, without even realizing it, Yotha starts to change - the jokes get softer, the fights stop, the need to impress his friends fades. Even Pond, Joong, and Aou are confused by the new Yotha. But they don't question it, because they've never seen him this genuinely happy before. This isn't a story about a bad boy saving a broken boy. It's about two people with their own wounds learning what it means to feel safe. To be chosen. To heal. Because sometimes the loudest person in the room falls hardest for the one who can barely speak above a whisper.

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