2025-12-08 11:07:19The room buzzed with gentle panic the moment Jay opened his eyes. Servants who had been quietly whispering in the corners jolted upright. One dashed off instantly, others hurried closer, unsure whether they should speak or remain silent. Jay could only stare, unsure whether his heart should race from confusion or relief.
The man who first found him bowed low once more. “Your Highness, please rest while I call for their Majesties.”
Jay nodded numbly. His mouth was too dry for questions he wasn’t even sure how to form yet.
The man rushed out. Within moments, hurried footsteps echoed through the halls, growing louder and more frantic. The large doors slammed open, and a wave of warmth and authority spilled into the room.
A man and woman rushed inside.
The King and Queen.
Jay instinctively straightened, though he didn’t know why. Something deep in this borrowed body reacted to them with familiarity his mind couldn’t reach.
The Queen reached him first, cupping his face as tears pooled in her eyes. “My baby… thank the heavens.” Her voice trembled, elegant composure shattered by worry.
The King placed a firm but trembling hand on Jay’s shoulder. “You frightened us. What were you thinking, collapsing like that? You’re our youngest. You must take care of yourself.”
Jay blinked. He didn’t understand a word that came out of his own mouth when he stuttered, “I… I don’t…”
But before he could say more, loud voices erupted in the hallway.
“Move! Out of the way!”
“He’s awake? Stop lying!” “I swear if this is some dumb rumor-”Then came the stampede.
Six figures crashed into the room like a hurricane. Older but definitely siblings. Each with distinct presence, expressions ranging from fury to pure relief.
“Jay!” A tall man with stern eyes grabbed his shoulders. “You idiot! How dare you scare us like that!”
A woman with long dark hair flicked his forehead. “Are you stupid? Passing out during training like you’re made of glass?”
Another brother stood behind them, arms crossed, obviously trying to look calm but failing miserably. “You should have at least told someone you weren’t feeling well…”
“You can’t just collapse without warning!” one cried.
“You are so irresponsible!” another shouted.
Six siblings. All louder than the other. All mad as hell.
Jay sat there, stunned, watching them yell over each other, fighting for the right to scold him the most. Their voices were sharp, and their words carried frustration… yet underneath it all, he heard something else.
Fear.
Concern. Love.It strangled him, that realization. Strangers cared. Strangers loved him. Strangers were terrified of losing him.
This wasn’t like Earth.
No cold father, no absent mother. Here… he mattered.His chest tightened. The sensation was unfamiliar and overwhelming.
But as he opened his mouth to speak, the truth he had no choice but to admit slipped out:
“Who… are you?”
The room fell silent.
Confusion flashed across six faces. The Queen’s hands froze against his cheeks. The King stepped back as if struck.
“S-son?” the King murmured, disbelief cracking his voice.
Jay swallowed hard. “Where am I…? What is this place?”
The horror on their faces grew.
The siblings exchanged frantic looks.
“What’s going on?”
“You don’t recognize us?” “This isn’t funny, Jay!” “Is this some kind of joke?”Jay could only shake his head helplessly. His heart ached, not from injury, but from disappointing people who clearly cared.
Before anyone could speak again, a chill shimmered through the air in front of him.
A floating screen appeared, translucent and glowing blue.
Jay’s breath hitched.
System Booting…
Welcome, Host!
Welcome to the Realm of Astrelia: The Land of Titles and Bonds!
Everyone in the room froze, eyes widening as the magical interface flickered.
Only Jay could see the details clearly.
Texts filled the screen faster than he could blink.
Available Genders in this World:
Alpha: Born leaders. Strong, dominant, and destined to protect.
Omega: Rare, fertile, highly cherished… often controlled.
Beta: Majority population. Stable and loyal.
Jay blinked at the highlighted line.
Current Host: Omega.
Note: Extremely rare royal Omega detected.
He looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of the softness and delicacy in this new body.
Six siblings.
All Alphas or Betas. Except him.No wonder their circle of protection felt suffocating.
Body Information Accessing…
Error: Memory Fragmentation Detected
Original owner’s memories missing!
Unable to restore previous data!
That explained why he didn’t know them. Why this body knew them but his mind did not.
Host has fully reincarnated with soul dominance.
Congratulations on awakening in your second life!
Jay stared numbly as words continued scrolling.
Second life.
So he really died. The accident wasn’t just the end -it was a reset.The King regained his voice first. “Jay… my son… do you truly not remember us? Not even a little?”
Jay could see the way his shoulders shook, the fear buried behind his eyes. He wanted to reassure him. He wanted to lie just to stop their pain.
But he couldn’t.
His voice cracked. “I wish I did… I’m sorry.”
The Queen clung to him, arms trembling. Her tears stained his shoulder.
“It’s alright,” she whispered, though her voice was breaking. “You’re alive. That’s what matters. We will help you remember. We’ll protect you.”
The siblings stepped closer, worry replacing anger.
“We’ll explain everything,” one said softly.
“You don’t have to go through this alone,” another added. “We’ve got you,” said a third, placing a warm hand on his back.Jay’s throat burned. Affection like this felt unreal. He didn’t deserve this. Not yet. Not in this life… though a tiny part of him hoped he eventually would.
Before he could respond, the System chimed again.
Host! Since memories are unavailable, please allow this system to guide you!
This world is ruled by bonds and fates!
Your identity: Prince Jay Astrelia, Youngest Royal Heir
Only Omega in the royal bloodline.
The words hit him like cold water.
Due to rarity, Omegas are treasured…
…and sometimes claimed.
Jay’s hands trembled. A treasure could just as easily be a prisoner.
The screen glitched briefly before presenting one last line:
Warning:
Your destiny is far from simple.
You are fated to have two mates.Jay’s heart dropped into his stomach.
Two?
Not one. Two.The siblings didn’t seem aware of the specifics, but tension flickered in their eyes as the glowing interface slowly faded from sight.
“Whatever this magic is,” the King said firmly, “we will handle it together.”
The Queen cupped his cheek gently. “You don’t have to fear anything, my sweet boy. You are loved.”
He closed his eyes, breathing slowly.
Loved. The one thing he always wanted…Maybe in this life, he could finally learn what that truly meant.
He opened his eyes again, meeting the worried gazes of the family he didn’t know… but wished he could.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
For now…
it was enough.
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