[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]


"Fuck, still so tight."

That's the first thing I hear after dying.

Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.

I have objections, so many objections.

My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.

I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???

By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.

It gets so much worse when I learn his name.

Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..  

"Round two?"

And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

By the time I get home, my mind is already three steps ahead of me.


I need to go over the lease terms properly before I sign anything, figure out exactly how much renovation the space will need, decide where the drafting stations should go, and work out how quickly I can get the model-making area operational.


I still have revisions to make before I can add the finished work to my portfolio, and I want to get it done quickly. The sooner I have something substantial to show potential clients, the sooner I can start approaching them under my own name.


For the first time in a while, everything in my head feels like it is moving in the same direction.


I barely notice the car slowing until Liang Feng brings it to a stop in front of the estate. Before I can even reach for the door handle on my side, the door glides open from the outside.


Chapter 227 - CHAPTER 227: What We Don't Hide