BLUE_WAVY_

I woke up naked, cold, and worst of all was being auctioned off like livestock to the highest bidder.

Before this nightmare, I was just an unlucky actor, falsely accused of murder, publicly hated, and then died in a freak accident. Now? I've been transmigrated to a parallel world as an omega, one of the rare few with a "high breeding rate" in a world that treats reproduction like a goddamn duty. My name is Zane Watts, though most people used to call me Blue.

There's just one problem. I'm a man. I don't care what these alphas say about biology in this world but I still have a d*ck. So how the hell am I supposed to get pregnant or give birth to a baby?

As if that wasn't bad enough, I get purchased by five powerful alpha brothers, each more dangerous than the last. They don't just want an omega. They want an heir. A legacy. And they think I'm their perfect little breeder.

Yeah. Not happening.

Lucky for me, I have an advantage. I'm not the only one thrown into this insane world. Alfie Lane, a low-level thug with a bad attitude who I had met on Earth, got dragged into this mess with me, only he doesn't remember his past life. Here, he's a terrifying alpha, one of them. And here's where things get really f*cked up or perhaps interesting for me as we can swap souls. Anytime. Anywhere.

With one wrong move, Alfie's big, bad alpha body could end up carrying a litter of pups instead of me. He might be the one getting claimed by his so-called "brothers."

That alone should keep me safe, right? 

I refuse to be anyone's pet. I refuse to be bred. But in a world where my body isn't really mine to control, can I really fight back... or will I succumb to these five dangerously hot alphas who are hell-bent on making my life a living hell?

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Breeder Omega: Mated To Five Alphas (BL)

"Oh my goodness… how were you beaten like this?" Silas gasped in horror the moment he finally got my shirt off. His eyes swept over my exposed torso, now littered with bruises...some faded into yellow patches, others still swollen and raw.

Without wasting another second, he grabbed one of the napkins from the basin of warm water, squeezed out the excess, and began gently dabbing at the marks on my skin.

"Ow... ouch... ouch…" I winced, recoiling instinctively as he pressed the warm cloth against the sore areas, but he didn't stop.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, but it still stung.

Why is he being nice? What's his game?

I watched him closely, my suspicion rising with every careful stroke. Is he just pretending to care?

Scandal of the Blue Springs family Alpha.