LOGINHe was once a great Alpha who stood above all others. Feared on the battlefield and admired by many, he never bowed his head to anyone… until the Beta he trusted most betrayed and killed him. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself trapped in the body of a weak Omega prince in another world. A prince so fragile he was abandoned by his own kingdom. A prince who took his own life after learning he would be sent as a sacrifice to the cruelest ruler alive. The tyrant Alpha Emperor. Now forced into the Omega’s body, he refuses to submit. He refuses to kneel and he refuses to die. But in a world ruled by magic, fate, and hierarchy, his proud Alpha soul trapped inside a weak Omega body becomes something that should not be possible. His defiance catches the eye of the cold and ruthless Emperor. Instead of killing him, the Emperor keeps him close. Watches him, tests him, protects him and slowly becomes obsessed with him. As deadly palace schemes unfold and war spreads across the empire, the weak sacrifice slowly rises from prey to strategist… from a forgotten pawn to the Emperor’s greatest weakness. But the more fate changes around him, the more he realizes his rebirth was never an accident. And the tyrant’s obsession may be the only thing stopping the world from falling apart. ——— “I should kill you.” The Emperor’s hand gripped his chin as crimson eyes darkened. “So why can’t I let you go?”
View MoreAziel’s POVI was halfway through binding the wound at my side when the knock came.Not hesitant.Not polite.Deliberate.I didn’t answer immediately. I tightened the cloth instead, ignoring the sharp pull of pain that followed. Whoever was on the other side would wait.The knock came again.More insistent this time.I exhaled slowly, then straightened and walked to the door. When I opened it, Soren stood there, already watching me like he expected resistance.“You’re needed,” he said.“By who?”A brief pause.“Magnus.”That was unexpected.Not entirely.But sooner than it should have been.I studied Soren for a moment, searching for anything else in his expression. There was something there, faint but noticeable, something closer to caution than concern.“He doesn’t summon people like this,” Soren added.“Then I should feel honored.”“That’s not what I meant.”“I know.”I stepped past him before he could say anything else. If Magnus wanted to see me, there was no reason to delay. Wai
Aziel’s POVThe summons came at dusk, and this time it was not delivered through a servant or even Soren. Ragnar came himself.The door to my quarters opened without warning, but I did not turn immediately. I remained by the window, looking out at the courtyard below where soldiers trained in precise formations, their movements sharp and disciplined. I let him step fully into the room before acknowledging him. If he expected obedience, he would continue to be disappointed.“You’re adjusting quickly,” Ragnar said.His voice carried the same calm weight as always, controlled and unreadable.“I don’t have a choice,” I replied, finally turning to face him.He studied me for a moment, his gaze slower this time, more deliberate, as though measuring something that had shifted since the last time we spoke. “You always have a choice.”I held his gaze without flinching. “You didn’t come here to discuss that.”“No,” he said, stepping closer. “Walk.”It was not a request, but I moved anyway, not
Aziel’s POVThe doors closed behind me with a quiet finality that felt louder than any battlefield.I did not stop walking.The chamber was vast, but unlike the court, it was not filled with people.It was filled with him.Ragnar stood near the far end of the room, his back turned, one hand resting on the edge of a long stone table covered in maps and scattered reports.He did not look at me.Not yet.Good.I took the moment to study the space.Dark stone walls.Low-burning torches.Heavy shadows.No guards.None visible, at least.Either he trusted no one to stand this close…Or he needed no one.Both were dangerous.I stopped a few steps behind him.Silence stretched.Deliberate.Controlled.A test.I said nothing.Neither did he.Time passed.One breath.Two.Then—“You took your time.”His voice was calm.Flat.I almost smiled.“I was invited, not summoned.”A pause.Then Ragnar turned.Slowly.His gaze found me instantly.Heavy.Sharp.Unimpressed.“You misunderstand your positio
Aziel’s POVThe gates closed behind us with a thunderous sound that echoed through stone and bone.It did not feel like entering a kingdom.It felt like being swallowed.I walked forward anyway.The courtyard stretched wide, paved in dark stone worn smooth by years of war and blood. Tall pillars lined the path ahead, each carved with jagged patterns that seemed almost alive beneath the shifting light. Soldiers stood on both sides, unmoving, their presence suffocating.No one spoke.No one dared.The only sound was the echo of Ragnar’s footsteps ahead of me, unhurried as if the entire world would wait for him.I followed.My steps were lighter.Weaker.But steady.Soren walked slightly behind me, close enough to intervene, far enough not to draw attention. I could feel his gaze on my back, watchful and calculating.Good.He was learning.We entered the main hall.The moment I crossed the threshold, the pressure changed.Magic.It clung to the walls, to the floor, to the very air itself





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