[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega Chapter 385: Second life

Trevor had known about Asier; even without the mories of Yerofey, the man was one of the greatest rulers of Saha. He didn’t know if he wanted to know the rest. In his world, Asier had a queen, Calista, a dominant oga who matched his strength and temper, a woman praised by historians as his equal and the mother of his heirs. There was no ntion of Yerofey in their life or any rumor about clandestine love between the two rulers.

Trevor guessed that in that last life, Yerofey had given up on Asier. Perhaps he had stepped aside willingly, choosing the empire over himself, the legacy over the mory of what they once shared. Perhaps that was his way of loving him, by letting him go, by ensuring that Saha and Palatine would live even if their love did not.

He sat back slowly, the rain’s rhythm flattening against the glass, in sync with Lucas’s soft breathing. His free hand reached to Lucas’s head and played with his soft, blonde hair, the strands slipping between his fingers like silk. The warmth there grounded him, making him feel alive, real, and vulnerable in a way that eternity could never be.

He turned his eyes to the writing again.

"I ended my first life after killing the alphas and those who sold into slavery. It was ugly, but I don’t rember much. I didn’t want to. Pain becos background noise when you’ve lived long enough. I’m not going to go into detail about my lives; only what’s important. I’ve tried to write them before, but this ti... I don’t care if you believe ."

Trevor exhaled slowly. That line, ’I don’t care if you believe ,’ carried a sort of exhausted truth he had only ever seen in Lucas. He, too, had once written his mories and then turned away from them, refusing to relive what survival had already cost. Trevor had thought he understood the pain. He had been wrong until the mory of their lost child surfaced, a wound Lucas had never rembered but Trevor started to carry.

He brushed his thumb over the tablet, continuing.

"The second life was easier. Or maybe it only seed that way because I knew what was coming. I was reborn with all the mories of the first, every mistake, every betrayal, every scream I had swallowed. So I did what any sane person would do. I hid what I was."

"I let the world think I was a quiet prince, harmless and forgettable. I masked my scent, suppressed every instinct, and watched others fight over crowns that ant nothing. But when I t him again, everything I had buried ca undone. Asier. The soldier with purple eyes and white-blonde hair and hands built for creation. He did not rember , but I rembered him. And that was enough."

The script had tightened on the screen, as though written with trembling restraint.

"This ti, I didn’t wait for him to find . I chose him as my mate. I told him what I was. I let him mark , and the bond that ford between us was unlike anything the researchers could ever asure. We built Saha from dust and war, while Palatine was rotting under the nobles’ grasp. Saha was more than an empire; it was a promise between us and for our future. How naive I’ve been thinking that it was our second chance. He ruled the world outside; I ruled the one within him.

Dominant ogas are interesting beings, keeping the madness of dominant alphas at bay while fighting with their own. I should have trusted him more."

Trevor’s throat constricted as he read the next line.

"The bond made us unbreakable, but strength attracts envy. The four dominant alphas, those who once belonged to in the first life, found their way into this one. They wore the sa nas and faces and wanted the sa thing as before. They wanted their dominant oga to be shared again. They rembered the taste of my blood, even if they didn’t know why."

"They ca to Saha under the guise of allegiance. They swore loyalty to Asier, to our vision, to the new kingdom that would outshine the old. And for a ti, I believed them. I should have known better. Old chains have long shadows."

The ink grew darker, lines pressed hard into the page.

"They waited until the bond anchored fully, until Asier and I were one, our pheromones and breath bound through mark and vow. I trusted them as friends this ti, I thought that the previous life was just the worst ti for all of us. The mont Asier was away from , they struck. They killed first, thinking it would break him. It didn’t. I survived enough to see how it destroyed him instead. I rember his scream. I rember his fury. I rember the world burning."

Trevor’s pulse had slowed to sothing faint, barely there.

"That was the second life, the life where I chose love and built power beside it. The life where I was marked by him, loved by him, and killed by the ghosts I thought I had left behind. A perfect circle of cruelty. I never blad him for what followed.

How could I? I would have done the sa. Let the world burn when my mate is hurt, when the future is stolen from us."

The next words ca slower, uneven, as if written between breaths.

"I rember the fire. Not the kind that devours cities, but the one that eats through the soul. Asier tore the kingdom apart. He hunted them, one by one, until the sand itself slled of ash and blood. He didn’t stop until their nas were erased from every record, every lineage, every whispered prayer. He called it justice. I called it mourning."

"He buried beneath the foundations of Saha’s first palace. My mark was sealed in the stone beneath his throne so that no one could claim the title without carrying my mory under their feet. He never remarried. The world called him ruthless. I called him mine."

Trevor’s eyes stayed fixed on the words, even when his vision blurred. The air in the room felt heavier, thick with sothing he couldn’t define as love, grief, or an echo of both.

"That was the second life. The life where I was not a victim, only a man who dared to believe that love could survive power.

It didn’t. But it beca legend."

The screen dimd for a heartbeat before revealing one final line, smaller, written as if Yerofey had whispered it rather than written it.

"In the next life, I didn’t choose love first."

Trevor closed the tablet without moving for a long ti. The rain outside had softened into a steady hush, a rhythm that could almost be mistaken for breathing. Lucas slept soundly against him, unaware of the storm that had just passed through a dead man’s mories.

Trevor lowered his head until his lips brushed the crown of Lucas’s hair and placed a soft kiss.

The thunder rolled far off, muted and distant, like the echo of a promise made centuries ago.