The Omega King
Just people living freely, untethered to the whims of kings or generals.
“Oh! Look who’s finally among the living!”
The loud, cheerful call snapped Arthur out of his daze.
Arthur turned his head and blinked in sheer shock.
Walking up the wooden steps of the porch was a tall, lean man with broad shoulders, carrying a basket of dried herbs on his arm. A small, chubby toddler was strapped securely to his back. The man’s scent was unmistakably that of a male Omega—soft, vibrant, and completely unburdened. He held his head high, his face glowing with healthy color, smiling broadly at Arthur without a single trace of submissiveness or shame. A huge contrast to how they're treated in Elarion (the w