All Chapters of ABYSS OF HIS SEED : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 1I always knew I was a freak.Not because I desired men—that was common enough in the gutters where survival meant selling pieces of yourself. The real curse ran deeper, woven into my very bones: I was a male omega who could conceive. A living anomaly in a world that treated creatures like me as exotic freaks or expensive breeding stock. Doctors who studied such rarities called us “miracles.” Everyone else called us abominations. Valuable until we broke. And I had been breaking for years.My name was Finn Vale. Twenty-two years old. Silver-white hair, too-pretty green eyes, and a body that could carry life despite the cock between my legs. Linda had discovered my secret early and turned it into profit. Obedience bought bread and a thin mattress. Defiance meant dying in a dark corner with the rats.Tonight, the brothel’s upper rooms smelled of cheap incense, stale sweat, and desperation. Linda’s sharp nails dug into my shoulder as she steered me down the dim hallway toward the

Chapter 3Three months had passed since Lucien Voss dragged me from that blood-soaked basement into his golden cage.My belly had grown noticeably round and heavy, a constant, undeniable reminder of my freakish nature. The male omega who could conceive—an impossibility made flesh. Stretch marks silvered across my skin like delicate lightning. My chest was tender, my back ached, and the baby kicked with surprising strength during quiet nights. Lucien was obsessed. He attended every doctor’s visit, hand never far from my swollen abdomen, murmuring praises against my skin as if I were the most precious thing in his violent world.“You’re glowing,” he’d say, voice rough with satisfaction, before pulling me into his lap and claiming me slow and deep, knot locking us together while he rubbed my belly. The sex had only grown more intense as my pregnancy progressed—his alpha instincts demanding he fill me again and again, even while protecting the life already inside.But the cage had only ti

Chapter 5The blood wouldn’t wash away easily.Even after Lucien carried me into the penthouse bathroom and stood with me under the scalding spray of the massive shower, the memory of that woman’s head exploding clung to my skin. Crimson streaks had run down my swollen belly in the ballroom. Now, pink-tinged water swirled around our feet as Lucien’s hands moved over me with ruthless gentleness.“You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. One palm pressed flat against the heavy curve of my abdomen while the other lathered soap across my chest. Our son kicked hard, as if protesting the violence he’d felt through my body. “The doctor is on his way. But first… you need to remember who you belong to.”I closed my eyes, tears mixing with the water. “Lucien, I was terrified. That woman tried to stab our baby. They were all laughing at me—at us. I thought if I disappeared—”His fingers tightened on my hips, turning me to face him. Water cascaded over his powerful shoulders a

Chapter 7The first night home with our son passed in a haze of pain, exhaustion, and something far more dangerous than either.Clara moved through the nursery with quiet efficiency. She changed the baby, swaddled him, and settled him into the crib as if she had done it a thousand times. Every soft coo she made, every gentle bounce of her arms, scraped against something raw inside me. I lay in the large bed Lucien had moved into the nursery suite, body aching from the birth, and watched her with an ache I could not name.Jealousy.Insecurity.Fear.Was I already being replaced?Lucien stayed close. He never left the room for more than a few minutes. When the baby cried, he was the one who lifted him first, carefully supporting the tiny head, before reluctantly passing him to Clara for feeding or changing. When I winced from the residual pain, his hand found mine without hesitation. Yet every time Clara took the baby from me, that hollow feeling returned.Sometime after midnight, when