stubborn · rebellious prince · omegaverse · bl · royal family · defiant · fantasy · romance · independent · bold
This was my fourth escape from Caelan, the alpha prince. Reborn into a novel after an accident, my written end was death—but I refuse it. Each flight only intrigued him more. Now, disguised as an old man with a cane in the village, I thought my act was convincing until my scent betrayed me. Guards closed in around the square. Caelan approached, his low voice cutting through the air: 'Stop right there, elder!' I broke into a sweat, pretending not to hear: 'Eh? Speak up!' He frowned, drew a slow breath, and whispered: '...Omega.' Shit.