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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

Moonlight draped across the bed like silk—soft, silver, sacred.

Lucien lay beneath him, trembling, flushed, utterly exposed. Every inch of him shimmered in the dim light, a portrait of aching need and fragile beauty.

Lucien's breath hitched, his head falling back as Silas pressed a single finger inside him, slow and deliberate. His other hand gripped Lucien's waist, anchoring him, while his thumb brushed teasingly over his pink nipple—drawing a soft, startled moan from Lucien's lips.

Fingers tangled in Silas's hair, desperate and clinging, as if Lucien needed something—anything—to hold onto.

"S-Silas... I—nghh—can't…"

"Yes, you can," Silas murmured, his voice low, rough with restraint. "You're doing so well, love."

The Night Beneath His Hands