He mocked the omegaverse. Now he’s living it—with a baby on the way.

Souta Tachibana was just your average, overworked office drone—until his BL-obsessed coworker introduced him to a trashy omegaverse romance novel. Curious (and a little horrified), Souta read it for laughs. But then he died in an accident.

Now, he wakes up in the body of Lucien d’Armoire, a minor noble in the empire of Aetheria. No plot relevance. No destined lovers. Just a quiet, boring life as a background beta.

Until one morning, he throws up into a chamber pot… and his doctor says something unthinkable:

“Baron d’Armoire, you’re pregnant.”

Which is impossible.
Because he's male.
And straight!
And because Betas can’t get pregnant.
…Right?

Except Lucien is no Beta. He’s a rare male Omega. Apparently, during one reckless, drunken night, Lucien slept with an Alpha. Now he's pregnant, confused, and definitely not ready to be a father. To make matters worse—he doesn’t even know who the father is.

Lucien asked, barely looking up from his desk as he scribbled something elegant and baronial onto a very expensive scroll.


Silas sat heavily on the bed, arms crossed and face locked in a stormy pout. "Yes. And we can't reject it."


Then he muttered under his breath, low and dangerous, "One of these days, I will kill that smug, imperial bastard... Slowly. Elegantly."


Lucien's quill paused. He blinked. Then he leaned back in his chair, suddenly squinting toward the ceiling with a weirdly starry look in his eye as he muttered to himself. "So… I'm gonna meet the male lead of this novel. For real?"


Then Lucien squinted harder, whispering to himself, "Why do I feel like some rabid fan about to meet their favorite celebrity at a comic convention?"


Silas stood and sighed, saying. "Get dressed. Before he sends one of his Imperial Knights to drag us out."


Chapter 35 - Royal Pillow Wars & Possessive Glare of Doom