[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]


"Fuck, still so tight."

That's the first thing I hear after dying.

Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.

I have objections, so many objections.

My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.

I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???

By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.

It gets so much worse when I learn his name.

Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..  

"Round two?"

And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

I sincerely apologize for the confusion. Due to a posting error, Chapters 128 and 129 were uploaded in the wrong order. I have corrected the issue and made the necessary adjustments to ensure the story flows as intended.


Thank you for your patience, understanding, and continued support. I truly appreciate every one of you and hope you enjoy the chapter.)


The danger signals are firing in my head, loud and sharp, but my legs stay open on the sheets. I don't run. I just lie there, my hands flat against the mattress, watching him.


The last of his clothes hit the floor with a soft thud.


My breath catches in the front of my throat, my eyes widening at the sheer size of Bael's erection. It is thick, dark-veined, and already dripping heavy drops of clear fluid directly onto the dark sheets.


My stomach does a violent flip. It is a mix of sudden, heavy want and mild panic. 


Chapter 129 - Chapter 129: Rut