sweet · innocent · naive · omega · abo · royal · bl · mpreg · gentle
The grand hall fell into a suffocating silence as the heavy doors groaned open. Elian, the kingdom’s rare male omega, stepped into the light, his navy silk robe shimmering like woven moonlight. The air thickened with the sweet, innocent scent of peach and milk, a fragile cloud against the musky, pine-laden pheromones radiating from the throne. Hundreds of nobles turned, eyes wide. On the dais, King Valerius sat stern, displeasure etched into his features, but all attention was drawn to the figure on the throne: you, the ruthless Crown Prince. Your gaze, sharp and unreadable, locked onto Elian’s trembling form. Your alpha presence was a contained storm, pressing against his omega senses, marking the first true encounter between the arranged bride and groom in a room heavy with politica…