-----WARNING----

This tale is BL (yaoi), so if this genre is not to your taste, you are advised to refrain from reading and from leaving negative comments if your intention is to cause offense. This world is set in the Omegaverse. Many are familiar with what this entails, and for those who are not, a brief explanation is provided below. Now, onto the story—enjoy the read, and I hope it pleases you. 💕

Livia Fiore, a beautiful and youthful omega, was coerced into marrying the king of the land of Mystic, ascending the throne as the queen and official spouse of King Luka Leone. He was young and a fair ruler, yet within his harem, the chief concubine held sway. She was regarded as the king's beloved, so much so that even Livia, as queen, could not reprimand her without immediate censure from the king, for the chief concubine always came first in his estimation, convincing him of Livia's maliciousness. Nevertheless, over time, King Luka and Livia grew close, their affection seeming mutual. Two years into their marriage, it was announced that Livia was expecting their first child. The king was elated, especially as a son would be his heir, but this joy was marred when Livia was poisoned, resulting in a miscarriage. The king instantly ordered the palace locked down to investigate who had slain his offspring, leading to the discovery of poison in Livia's chamber. The conclusion was drawn that Livia had terminated his own progeny, leading to his dethronement and isolation in the palace's most desolate tower. Despite his protestations of innocence, none believed him—not even the king, who never visited him again. Weary of it all, Livia let himself wither, abstaining from food and drink until life departed from him. Only later was it revealed that the envious chief concubine had been behind the heinous act, having sought to prevent the king from growing fonder of Livia. By the time the truth came to light, the king continued his life laden with remorse for not trusting Livia. It was later when the BL story's hero arrived—a kindly, gallant youth who would heal the king's heart, eventually finding happiness with him after overcoming several trials.

This was the novel that Ryan had read from among all those that belonged to his sister. Now, all he recalled was that he had been on his way to work when the bus crashed, scenes of injured people screaming, fire everywhere, and the sounds of ambulances. Suddenly, everything turned to darkness, and there he saw a youth with long, green hair cloaked in white, offering a smile before vanishing into the void.

Now Ryan opens his eyes, surveying his surroundings, and this was definitely not a hospital. He rises silently, exploring the chamber—the bed was massive with a canopy, the furniture rustic yet opulent, and a vast mirror was mounted on the wall. Then he sees his reflection: the young man mirroring him, with grass-green hair, bright eyes, and porcelain skin, mimicking his movements. As he approaches, touching his own face in bewilderment, a sharp pain assails his head, flooding him with memories of his past life and the body he now inhabited, until he crumples in agony, grasping this new reality: He is now Livia Fiore, an omega and the king's spouse, fated for death. Yet worse, he is a man wed to another man, trapped within a BL narrative—an experience he doesn't remember choosing, though his sister had persuaded him to read it.

"Damn it! Why is this happening to me?"

Knelt on the floor, clutching his throbbing head, two maids enter the room. Upon seeing him thus, they rush to his aid, lifting him to his feet with concern.

"Your Highness, you mustn't rise; your fall was quite severe and you've injured your head."

"Your Highness? Me?"

Assimilating the situation was taxing, but flashes of memory return: yes, he had tumbled down the stairs, but not by accident—Rita, the chief concubine, had pushed him.

"Has the person who pushed me been punished?"

"What are you speaking of, Your Highness? Your fall was merely an accident…"

"It was no accident... that bitch Rita shoved me."

The two maids exchange frightened glances; one sits and tenderly holds Livia's hand.

"Please, Your Highness, do not utter such accusations, for His Majesty will be displeased…"

"Yes, you are aware that woman…"

"That woman, I will slay her before she takes my life."

Yes, that currently seemed the only path to survival. And afterwards, escape this palace, even if it meant fleeing.

----basic explanation of the Omegaverse----

Alphas

These individuals are at the top of the three distinct classifications. Both male and female alphas have the means to impregnate omega males or females, as they possess male genitalia, whether internal (as with female alphas) or external (as with male alphas—the more typical presentation).

Another hallmark of alphas is the presence of a knot or protrusion at the base of their genitalia, which swells inside the omega upon reaching climax, subsequently causing both alpha and omega to remain tied together for a while, making disengagement impossible until the swelling reduces. This provides a biological advantage during impregnation.

Omegas

These can be male or female and have female reproductive systems (a uterus and ovaries), enabling them to conceive when impregnated by an alpha and, on rare occasions, a beta. Here, of course, is where MPREG (male pregnancy) comes into play, due to their heightened fertility.

In the realm of fiction, wizards were held in high esteem, and thus the one who rose to King was expected to wield formidable magical might. The King's marriage to Livia was not out of affection or compulsion, but rather because Livia descended from the great wizards of the temple. Her bloodline pulsed with significant magical potential, and while Livia herself did not practice magic, the King took her as his bride because a child born of them would hold immense magical power. It was advantageous for Livia to become Queen, as any children they might bear would be rightful heirs to the throne.

To the King, the loss of his son inflicted no personal sorrow; it was the loss of a potent magical asset that stung. And with the poison rendering Livia barren, he had also lost his golden goose.

Livia sat on the bed, arms crossed, contemplating an escape from the marriage. What if something were taken to induce barrenness? That might lead to the King's dethronement. No, that was too risky, for it could lead to accusations of deceit or pretense about the ability to beget children.

What folly!

Noise at the door interrupted the thoughts—servants’ voices whispering reverently, "Your Majesty." Had the King come to see Livia? What an annoyance. Livia tousled hair to feign a disheveled appearance, preparing to confront the foolish King. Upon the doors' opening, the King entered; a man with blond hair and eyes like rubies, undeniably handsome.

A woman accompanied him, undeniably beautiful too. Livia instantly recognized her; so the game of disposing of her started now. Once Livia's gaze fixed on Rita, the rise in tension was palpable, and Livia clutched the sheet close, feigning fear.

"No, no...help...it's her..."

The King was taken aback by such display, noticing Livia's unceasing focus on Rita. Rita, while remaining stoic, stepped forward offering a bow to Livia, convinced the green-haired young man would remain silent. To her surprise, he leapt from the bed, running toward the chambermaids who had already filed in.

"Save me, she's going to kill me!"

"What is going on here?"

The King's voice rose, concerned by Livia's behavior and the evasion from Rita.

"The Queen must still be suffering from the shock of recent events. Your Highness should rest and recover," one suggested.

Rita’s smile was thinly veiled, but Livia dodged behind the chambermaids.

"Your Majesty, what have I done to warrant such fear from the Queen? This is unjust."

"Livia, what is happening? Stop this display; I took time to come to you, and you…"

"I won’t approach Your Majesty, I can't, but please, no harm... she's all yours."

Livia continued the act as though the King was invisible, pretending still to be in shock from the ordeal.

"Pardon the Queen, Your Majesty, for she does not feel well."

The chambermaids curtsied, and Livia pretended to just then notice the King and showed even more fright.

"No, I didn't ask for you… forgive me, but do not harm me."

Livia knelt before Rita, gripping her dress, which made Rita visibly uneasy.

"Don't hurt me, regarding the wine, I didn't summon it... it's all yours but let me live, don't push..."

Livia's façade of nervousness and tears continued, while the King looked to Rita for an explanation.

"What is this all about, Rita?"

"Haha… The Queen surely feels ill; perhaps we should give her space. Your Highness, please rest."

Rita tried to lift Livia's hands, but he resisted, scratching her, leaving visible marks as he then cowers away.

"Believe me, please, I didn’t call for it, the wine… don’t harm me…"

Livia wailed, showing his scratched hands while Rita noted the King's growing anger.

"I've done nothing, Your Majesty, the Queen just recoiled from me…"

"I hope this is due to her state. You know the consequences if you caused harm."

"I swear, I haven’t touched her, Your Majesty…"

"Leave us! The Queen needs to calm down."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Rita cast a glare toward Livia but glimpsed a smirk on Livia's lips. Once she exited, the chambermaids assisted Livia to recline once more.

"My apologies on behalf of Her Highness, she’s still rather unsettled."

"Leave us," the King ordered.

Both girls departed, leaving the King to sit at the bedside, reaching for Livia’s hand with the mark, but he jerked it away sharply.

"No, no! Don’t come closer… she will kill me…"

"Who will kill you?"

"I cannot say… you wouldn’t believe me… you never do…"

"Why wouldn't I? You are my spouse."

The King tenderly stroked Livia's cheek and brushed a lock of hair behind an ear. Livia saw kindness in the King's gaze but suspected deception and averted his eyes.

"I'm just a tool to you…"

Shocked at Livia's frank remark, the King recalled that despite three months of marriage, the young omega had always been reserved. It was the first time hearing such an assertion.

"You’re not a tool. That’s why I…"

"No… better you leave. I don’t want to die."

Livia clutched the sheet and buried himself under it, hoping it would compel the King to leave. After a quiet moment, the King departed but told the maids he'd return another day once Livia was better. Upon their re-entrance, Livia uncovered himself, laughing.

"Did you see the look on the tart's face? I think she lost a point…"

"Your Highness! You shouldn’t have... Madam Rita... she’ll be furious… you know she has…"

"The King’s favor, I know. But even that can be lost.”

Seated upright against the headboard and twirling a hair strand with a finger, Livia wore a sly smile.

"Girls, bring water. I want to bathe and visit the garden."

The chambermaids were puzzled but swiftly obeyed the Queen's command.

After a long and refreshing bath, Livian stepped out for a stroll in the garden, flanked by two maidens, Lina and Flora. Fortunately, his memory guided him on where to walk, skirting around the Sun Palace—the king's residence—since every place bore a name, such as his own Moon Palace, while the concubines resided in the Flower Palace.

"Oh! And the king, he's the bee!"

He chuckled to himself, thinking of those dangerous beauties. The true Livian had suffered deeply from the scorn of those women and omega boys. A mischievous smile played upon his lips.

"Lina, Flora, come along, let's pay a visit to the concubines."

"What? But, Your Highness..."

"Shh, I am the queen. I have every right to put things in order at the harem."

The concubines, both the ladies and the omega boys, were enjoying their gathering with sweets, tea, music, and spa treatments when they heard the guard announcing the queen's arrival. Rita was the first to startle.

"Well, well. The concubines do lead cushy lives, indeed. Spreading one's legs for the king seems to pay off handsomely."

Everyone bristled at her comment, and Rita approached Livian, towering over him, but her height held no sway.

"You seem to be insatiable, you little vixen," Rita hissed, nearly whispering.

Livian just smiled.

"I think it's you who can never get enough, streetwalker."

"How dare you disrespect me? You seem to forget I am the king's favorite."

"And you seem to forget that I am the queen, his wife. Duh!"

Livian flashed her hand, the ring signifying her status as the queen and lawful wife shining brightly.

"A mistress is but a mistress, even if a favorite. I remain his wife, and you owe me respect."

The others murmured anxiously; the queen's behavior was uncharacteristic and troubling, especially as she was inciting the king's favorite.

"Being queen grants you no authority over me. The king's favor wins, and you, my dear, have none."

"Mmm... is that so? Well, that can be changed. Let's see how long the king's favor lasts you, bitch!"

Rita, incensed, slapped Livian across the cheek. Livian fell to the ground, biting his lip until it bled.

"What is happening here?"

Rita flinched at the voice; it was the king. She bowed swiftly.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. It's just that the queen came..."

"I simply came to inform you that I would no longer approach His Majesty, but that he should leave me in peace..."

The king observed the blood trailing from the corner of Livian's green lips.

"What? That's not true, Your Majesty, all here can testify the queen came to provoke me."

The other ladies sided with Rita, prompting the king to regard Livian sternly.

"Livian, you should not cause dis..."

"I knew it, regardless of what happens, Your Majesty will never believe me... you immediately assume I'm at fault."

His eyes filled with tears, hand cupping his cheek while the maidens helped him to his feet.

"If it were just you, I might believe, but everyone supports Rita's version..."

"So you assume it to be true just because of that... I understand, Your Majesty. My word is worthless against your mistresses’."

Livian shed tears and turned to dash away, his maidens in tow, while the king gave Rita a look of displeasure.

"The queen is still the queen. Should you raise a hand to her again, a hundred lashes await you."

"It won't happen again, Your Majesty... I was just so angry, I lost control..."

"The queen expects your apologies."

With that, he headed for the exit. He did not linger post-incident; better to find Livian and hear his side, as he seemed genuinely aggrieved. Livian reached a secluded spot in his palace garden and roiled on the grass, clutching his stomach with laughter. He had seen doubt in the king's face; his performance may well cast Rita in a poor light. If he can't send her to the gallows, he'll at least have her expelled from the palace.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't have done that."

"You know she's his favored one."

"Yes, if he likes her so much, he should've married her made her his queen. Perhaps then I might choose a better alpha, one I wouldn't have to share with concubines."

"Don't say that, if the king hears you, he will be angered."

"I don't care, let him know how I feel. I'm utterly neglected and only trust in his concubines, I'm valued only for my bloodline, I'm nothing but an object for his selfish use..."

The maidens exchanged glances, pained by the knowledge that this boy, just seventeen, was destined to be nothing more than a vessel for the king's progeny. Livian sat on the grass, hand to his chest as he felt a twinge, likely a remnant of the true Livian's emotions, which lingered within him. How wretched he must have been, predestined to a life unloved in that place.