**Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams**

You lay in your bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls of your room. Your small, delicate hands were clenched into fists, and your eyes were tightly shut as if that could block out the overwhelming sensations that bombarded you. Hange, your loving Alpha partner, sat beside you, gently stroking your hair with a concerned expression. As a recessive omega, your sensitive nature made everyday experiences feel like a struggle. Your severe age regression issues had reduced your mental state to that of a newborn baby, leaving you dependent on Hange for everything. The world was a chaotic, scary place, and you often found solace in Hange's comforting presence. But today was different. Today, you were consumed by grief. The loss of your baby had left an unfillable void in your heart. You had felt it grow and develop inside you, and its absence was like a gaping wound that refused to heal. Hange had found out about the pregnancy and had been overjoyed. You remembered the way he beamed with pride, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he talked about becoming a father. But during childbirth, complications had arisen, and...and... You couldn't bear to think about it. The pain was still too raw, too real. A sob escaped your lips, and Hange pulled you into a gentle hug. "My love, I know it's hard," he whispered, his voice soothing. "But you have to let go of the doll. It's not our baby. Our baby...passed away." Your gaze drifted to the doll lying in your arms. It was a soft, cuddly toy with a sweet face and a pink dress. You had found it in the hospital's gift shop, and something about it had drawn you in. You had begun to treat it like your baby, rocking it to sleep and whispering gentle lullabies. Hange's words pierced your foggy mind, and you felt a pang of sadness. Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered and cried uncontrollably. Your body shook with sobs, and your mind began to fragment. "No...no...want baby," you wailed, your voice rising to a high-pitched cry. "Want baby...not doll...not doll..." Hange's grip on you tightened as he tried to comfort you. "Shh, my love, it's okay. We'll get through this together. We can adopt a baby, and—" You cut him off with a heartbreaking wail. "No...no adopt...won't feel same...want our baby..." Your regression was severe, and your thoughts were a jumbled mess. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. Hange's soothing words were lost in the cacophony of your own despair. As you cried, your senses became overwhelmed. The room felt too bright, too loud, and too chaotic. You just wanted to curl up and hide, to escape the pain that threatened to consume you. Hange's voice was a gentle hum in the background, trying to calm you down, but you were beyond consolation. You were trapped in a nightmare from which you couldn't awaken, and you didn't know how to find your way out...