News traveled fast, faster than any courier, faster than the wind, and certainly faster than most kings could control. The whispers began in the capital: the goddess herself had appeared at the baptism of Jay Astrelia, the young Omega prince of Astrelia. The event was historic. Five hundred years had passed since her presence had been recorded in the mortal realms, and now, she had descended to bless a single child-a child of unusual birth, gifted with the rare Versa trait.Word spread first among the nobility, then across neighboring kingdoms. By the third day, every major city, every magical enclave, and every renowned academy for gifted beings knew: Jay Astrelia, the prince with both Alpha and Omega potential, had received the goddess’s favor.The implications were staggering. It was not just a blessing. It was a signal-a declaration that his soul was extraordinary, that his life would ripple across nations, races, and magical lineages.At the Astralis Academy, a school renowned fo

The morning after the uproar of divine blessings and empire-wide gossip, Jay learned one thing quickly, fame was exhausting.He woke before dawn, limbs sprawled across silk sheets that still felt far too luxurious. The lavender incense from last night clung to the air, soothing but heavy, as if everyone expected him to relax now that the Goddess had practically announced him as fate’s favorite. Through his half-open balcony doors, Astrelia’s capital shimmered with the first hints of daylight. It was too early for mortals to be awake, but the world refused to let him sleep.He rolled onto his back, staring at the carved ceiling. Last week ceremony flashed through his mind. The Goddess. Her voice. Her strange warning. And the shock on everyone’s faces when she called him “a versa,” someone destined for multiple mates, for love so powerful the heavens themselves would interfere.He rubbed his eyes. “I’m just a guy who accidentally reincarnated into royalty,” he whispered to the ceiling.

Lucien’s training yard was supposed to be a place of discipline. Sweat. Bruises. Shouts. Strategy. Romance was strictly forbidden. At least, that was the rule.Jay adjusted the grip on his wooden sword, staring at Lucien across the yard. His balance felt off. Every swing he attempted seemed either too wide or too weak. He stumbled, almost tripping over his own feet.“Careful, Jay!” Lucien barked, frowning as he tried to keep the lesson from turning into an embarrassment. “Focus, your center of gravity-”Jay felt a sudden, warm presence at his back. Luther. The familiar heat pressed against him as the assistant’s hands wrapped lightly around his waist, steadying him. Jay froze mid-swing, heart skipping.“Your balance is off,” Luther murmured softly, his warm breath brushing against Jay’s ear.Jay turned, smirking. “Maybe because someone is touching my waist.”Luther recoiled slightly, eyes widening. “I-I’m… sorry-”Jay caught his wrist

The grand ballroom glittered with candlelight and crystal chandeliers. A soft sea of gowns and uniforms shimmered across polished marble floors, and the faint scent of roses and lavender mingled with the warm, golden glow. Tonight, the palace celebrated not just Jay’s upcoming coronation but his coming of age-a ceremonial acknowledgment of his eighteen years and the divine blessing that had set the world abuzz.Jay adjusted the cuff of his uniform nervously, catching sight of his reflection in a gilded mirror. Everything was perfect-the embroidery, the sash, the polished boots-but nothing felt as perfect as the heat pooling in his chest whenever he thought of Luther.A gentle tap on the shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.“Your Highness,” Luther murmured, bowing slightly before straightening. His uniform was tailored impeccably, black with silver trim, and his hair was neatly arranged-but a few strands rebelliously curled over his forehead,

Morning had the audacity to show up.Not that Jay was properly asleep. He had spent the last hour staring at Luther and trying not to panic about the glowing Sun Mark declaring a royal baby was now officially baking inside him. A child. An heir. Political dynamite with tiny socks.Luther, meanwhile, was sleeping peacefully in Jay’s arms like he hadn’t just upended empires and destinies overnight.Jay brushed a hand through his assistant’s silver hair, still trying to digest reality.A baby.His baby.The universe must really enjoy pranking princes.Before he could sink into deeper spiraling, the door slammed open without warning.“JAY! BREAKFAST!” Seraphine yelled… then froze.Behind her came all his siblings like a stampede of nosy royals: Theo, Celeste, Yven, Lucien… and of course, Crown Prince Aldrin .Jay and Luther jerked upright.Sheets slid just enough to s