I was possessed by a 19-rated omegaverse BL adult novel.
I’m not a bottom, not an omega, I’m just a woman. It means nothing but scraps.
However, perhaps it was a joke of the original novel, but I suddenly took care of the crown prince. I’m a caregiver who looks like don’t even have a name for the position.
I had so much work that I have never been home before.
“Your highness, I’m going home now.”
“You would encounter some difficulties on a night journey. Why don’t you just take a break here?”
“…what?”
“Let’s see. I’m a little sorry to make you sleep on the couch. I need to make room for Edith to rest.”
I don’t need a place to rest.
Please let me go home!
“Would you rather use my bed?”
“No, sir.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch. Take it easy.”
It’s a pitiful caregiver life where she have been pushed by His Highness The Crown Prince (a.k.a. rotten X) and forced to sleep in one room.
* * *
“How can this be the scent of Beta? I can’t believe it.”
He murmured close to Edith’s abdomen.
“I am Beta.”
“I’m not sure. Is that true?”
Edith was neither sitting nor standing, she was being pressed by Clyde. When she wriggle, she lost her balance, pushed by her reckless action.
Just before she collapsed, her fingers dug deep into his deep blue hair.
It was a reflective act, and she didn’t mean to provoke him. But Clyde was as shocked as if he had been stabbed by a sword.
Suddenly, the Alpha’s body twitched for a moment.
He tilted his head back with animal movements and glared at her with sullen. There was a strange energy around him. It was an area that Edith couldn’t understand.
“Is this a sign that you want to be eaten by me?”
I already knew that Steven was the big man behind our organization, even though no one ever really said it out loud. It wasn't something you needed to hear to know. He had that commanding presence, that subtle authority that people couldn't ignore. But I had learned long ago to keep my mouth shut. The last thing I needed was to draw attention to it, to let anyone know that I knew them, personally.
