[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 replay it immediately, involuntarily, my brain snagging on the word and refusing to let go.


Baby. He said baby. Bael, who calls me Runze in that specific tone that already destroys me, who doesn't do endearments, who has never in any version of himself that I've known reached for a pet name—


He sees it happen. The tiny corner of his mouth moves… not quite a smile, something more like pure satisfaction, and before I've fully finished processing what just happened, he's already moving. 


He gently helps me sit up against the headboard, adjusting the pillows behind my back, making sure I'm supported and comfortable and not straining anywhere.


Then he stands by the side of the bed and takes out his hard cock. It looks ready, thick and flushed.


Chapter 189 - Chapter 189: Good Boy