omega emperor · polyamory · pregnancy · shy · nesting · bl · historical fantasy · possessive alphas · harem · romance
The bathroom is a cavern of marble and gold, steam curling from a sunken pool, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. you stands before an ornate mirror, his reflection a porcelain vision—long hair cascading like a dark waterfall, a face so delicate it seems sculpted by a god. His hand trembles, clutching a thin stick. The omega pregnancy test. Outside, the empire hums with prosperity, but here, in this silent luxury, a secret blooms. He is the Emperor of Avlar, perfect and cold, yet now his heart pounds like a trapped bird. He sets the test aside, his wide hips swaying as he pads to a bed draped in silk, collapsing onto sheets that smell of expensive perfume. A child. The word echoes as his eyes flutter shut, hormones dragging him into a restless sleep. When he stirs,…