Kim Sol Da

Cesare Caruso, a renowned actor and a global superstar, appeared to have it all—fame, fortune, and an impeccable reputation.
Yet, hidden beneath the surface was a secret he had guarded for years—he was an Omega.
That carefully guarded secret came crashing down in one fateful night, during a glamorous masquerade ball aboard a luxurious cruise ship.
Overwhelmed by an unexpected heat cycle, Cesare loses control of himself, devoured by his own desires and falling into the arms of a mysterious Alpha—a reckless moment that changed everything.

[Zahir al-Tamid. That’s my name.]

To his shock, the Alpha was Zahir—a proud prince from an oil-rich kingdom and an unwelcome figure from Cesare’s past.
Worse, that night left Cesare unexpectedly pregnant!
Before Cesare could make sense of it all, Zahir made a grand entrance at Cesare’s mansion by helicopter, uninvited, catching the attention of major media outlets around the world, demanding a settlement claiming that Cesare shall be responsible for ‘imprinting’ a royal family like him!

“...Seriously, it’s not as if I have a ludicrous $2 billion just lying around, you know.”
“Thus, marry me, Cesare.”

Pregnancy, imprinting, and a royal marriage proposal—showered by a series of unwanted events, Cesare is desperate to find a way to cut ties with Zahir.
But Zahir, stubborn and relentless, has no plans to let go.
Can Cesare outrun the tempest, or will it pull him under?

#BL #Omegaverse #Obsessive #Crybaby #One-sideLove #Prince #Superior


Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Kim Sol Da
All right reserved.

The Korean edition was originally written by 김솔다, Korea
Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Critical Stage

The heat of their wet tongues and the faint scent of Cesare sent a sharp pulse of desire through him, their breaths turning ragged in sync.


Even with the muffled sounds beyond the door, nothing could pull them apart.


When Cesare’s hand moved lower, pressing over the fabric, a jolt shot through Zahir.


The touch wasn’t even direct, yet it felt just as intense.


He hadn’t even undone his pants, but the sensation was already overwhelming.


“You’re already worked up,” Cesare chuckled.


As Zahir tried to object, Cesare silenced him with a finger against his lips, his gaze darkening with intent.


That look sent a shiver down Zahir’s spine.


He tensed, bracing for whatever would come next—only for Cesare to catch him off guard.


Only then did it hit Zahir that he had completely forgotten about the child.


“He should be asleep in the car... probably?”


Side Story 1 - Petty Jealousy (4)