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

Dax's smile widened at that—lazy, unbothered, and far too entertained. The kind of smile that had launched wars and ended negotiations. He took another step down, just enough to be eye-level with Trevor, even though the marble stairs still gave him a slight height advantage.

"Return? But you've just arrived," he said, his voice silked with mischief. "Wouldn't that be rude, even for you?"

"Lucas, you can relax; he is just butthurt that he didn't have a chance to get to you." Trevor turned to Dax. "You should have been more polite with Serathine."

Dax let out a slow, incredulous laugh—low and rich, like someone truly savoring the absurdity of being called out in front of a crowd of soldiers, a Grand Duchess, and a very, very smug Trevor Fitzgeralt.

"Oh, I was polite," Dax drawled, hand resting lightly on the curve of the banister. "I just wasn't desperate. You, on the other hand—"

Chapter 93: Honeymoon to Saha (2)