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

Lucas lay curled beneath the silk throw, one leg bent awkwardly over a pillow, as if that made a difference. It didn't. Everything still ached.

The pillow did nothing for that, either.

Windstone, seated precisely one meter away with a tablet in his lap and an expression made of granite, didn't glance up. "Of course not, Your Grace. You merely require strategic immobilization."

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "You sound like Trevor."

"Thank you," Windstone said flatly.

Lucas sighed and tried, heroically, to sit up straighter. He got about halfway there before his muscles made a noise of protest, and Windstone, the bastard, reached over to adjust the pillow behind him without comment.

"Is this revenge?" Lucas asked, peering at him. "For refusing to eat those awful vitamin bars?"

Chapter 140: Fashionable Monsters