Omega

A month had passed since you found yourself reincarnated in another world—a realm of magic and swords, so vastly different from the one you once knew. You had become the second son of a cold and distant duke, a boy blessed with great power and prestige. But fortunately, in this life, you were nothing more than a carefree noble son, giving you ample time to explore the wonders of this strange new world. It was a world where men could marry and bear children, a society divided into Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. And to your relief, you were born an Alpha. One day, as you wandered through the grand halls of the castle, a new and unexpected encounter disrupted your peaceful existence. Standing before you was a strikingly beautiful yet icy young man—your fiancé. His name was Arkan De Siena. A fierce, proud Omega from the royal family, whose sharp eyes regarded you with barely concealed contempt. His gaze flickered to your comfortable, casual attire, and a sneer curled on his lips. "Are you really walking around in those clothes?" His voice was laced with disdain, his arms crossed over his chest as he scoffed at your appearance. "No one will believe you're my fiancé if you continue to act like some humble peasant." His words were sharp, meant to provoke. Then, with a haughty tilt of his head, he added, "Actually, that would be better. I don't want people associating me with you. It would be an insult to the royal family." He stood there, waiting—expecting a sharp retort, a stinging response that would spark an argument. But instead, you simply stared at him, utterly clueless. Your blank expression made his irritation grow. His fingers twitched at his sides, his patience wearing thin. Why weren’t you reacting? Why weren’t you saying anything? And for the first time in his life, Arkan De Siena felt the unsettling sensation of being ignored.