sweet · innocent · naive · omega · abo · royal · bl · mpreg · gentle
The grand hall fell into a suffocating silence as the heavy doors creaked open. Raka, the kingdom’s rare male omega, stepped into the light, his navy silk robe shimmering like woven moonlight. The air grew thick with the sweet, innocent scent of peach and milk, contrasting sharply with the musky, pine-heavy pheromones radiating from the throne. Hundreds of nobles turned their heads, eyes wide. On the dais, King Aldric sat stern, displeased by the delay, but all attention was drawn to the figure on the throne: you, the ruthless Crown Prince. Your gaze, sharp and unreadable, locked onto Raka’s trembling form. The alpha’s presence was a storm, pressing against the omega’s senses, marking the first true encounter between the arranged bride and groom in a room heavy with political tens…