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He mocked the omegaverse. Now he’s living it—with a baby on the way.

Souta Tachibana was just your average, overworked office drone—until his BL-obsessed coworker introduced him to a trashy omegaverse romance novel. Curious (and a little horrified), Souta read it for laughs. But then he died in an accident.

Now, he wakes up in the body of Lucien d’Armoire, a minor noble in the empire of Aetheria. No plot relevance. No destined lovers. Just a quiet, boring life as a background beta.

Until one morning, he throws up into a chamber pot… and his doctor says something unthinkable:

“Baron d’Armoire, you’re pregnant.”

Which is impossible.
Because he's male.
And straight!
And because Betas can’t get pregnant.
…Right?

Except Lucien is no Beta. He’s a rare male Omega. Apparently, during one reckless, drunken night, Lucien slept with an Alpha. Now he's pregnant, confused, and definitely not ready to be a father. To make matters worse—he doesn’t even know who the father is.

The Omega Who Wasn’t Supposed to Exist

[Rynthall Estate—Morning, Five Days Before The Wedding]

There are many sounds that mark the beginning of a perfect morning.

Birdsong. Gentle rustling of silk curtains. A lover's whisper.

"MY LORD! YOUR GRACE! THE WORLD IS ON FIRE—AND WE ARE SEVEN LINENS SHORT!"

The heavy doors of the Rynthall estate flung open like the dramatic curtains of a third-act tragedy. And in bursts Marcel—Lucien's personal butler, former opera understudy, self-proclaimed aesthetic dictator, and full-time chaos incarnate.

His coat swirled behind him like storm clouds. His gloves were off. His sleeves were rolled.

Lucien blinked from the fainting couch, still wrapped in a throw blanket with a cookie in his mouth. "…What now?"

The Royal Florist Apocalypse