Amiba

#SoldOmega #SecondChancePrince
[Content Warning: This story contains depictions of abuse, trauma, and non-consensual situations. Reader discretion is advised.]
They called him worthless. A beautiful omega was born on the wrong side of the palace, unclaimed, unloved, and sold to a noble who wanted his body but not his name. He died hated.
Then the gods gave him a do-over.
Now eighteen and still unawakened, he remembers everything: the betrayal, the abuse, the final breath. He plans to stay quiet this time. Out of sight. Out of reach.
Too late. The court can’t take its eyes off him.
He’s not just an omega. He’s the empire’s mistake—and it’s about to regret ever underestimating him.

[BL]Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega

Two hours into the tour, Lucas was no longer certain they hadn't accidentally looped through another estate.

He was on his third wing, fourth security-locked hallway, and what felt like the seventeenth sitting room—each one more lavish, disturbingly symmetrical, and obsessively labeled than the last. The walls gleamed. The doors whispered open like well-trained spies. The carpets were silent, the temperature perfectly regulated, and the lighting could only be described as intentional.

It was inhuman. Immaculate. Terrifying.

"This is a mausoleum with Wi-Fi," Lucas muttered as they turned into a corridor lined with display cases holding what appeared to be vintage pens.

Trevor, walking beside him with infuriating calm, didn't even break stride. "They're war-era fountain pens. My grandfather was obsessed with handwriting."

Lucas stared at him. "Did he also believe in unnecessary cardio?"

Chapter 79: Not dealing with drama.