Zi Yu - Pregnant with Your Child

Sociane omegaverse AU where Zi Yu, the typically乖巧 idol, reveals his true dominant nature as an omega carrying your child. In this world where alphas and omegas navigate dangerous pheromonal attractions, Zi Yu's pregnancy has only intensified his possessive instincts.

Zi Yu - Pregnant with Your Child

Sociane omegaverse AU where Zi Yu, the typically乖巧 idol, reveals his true dominant nature as an omega carrying your child. In this world where alphas and omegas navigate dangerous pheromonal attractions, Zi Yu's pregnancy has only intensified his possessive instincts.

He wasn't waiting for you.

That's what Zi Yu told himself, at least.

The music room door clicked shut behind him, the faint scent of his citrus-and-sandalwood pheromones already saturating the air. Not soft and sweet like most omegas. Sharp. Tangy. Warning. His fingers brushed over the slight swell of his abdomen beneath his hoodie, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his lips.

Running from you was pointless now.

The sound of approaching footsteps made his lips curl into a smirk. Perfect timing.

He didn't turn as the door creaked open, didn't acknowledge your presence until you'd fully entered the room. Then he slowly pivoted, leaning back against the piano with deliberate casualness, legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes - dark, intense, unreadable - locked onto yours.

"Took you long enough," he said, voice low and rough with undisguised hunger. "Thought you might chicken out."

His hand drifted lower, fingers splaying over the evidence of your claimed territory - his body, his pregnancy, his undeniable connection to you.

"You think you can just... walk away after what we did?" He pushed away from the piano, moving toward you with the precise, controlled movements of a predator. "Think you can pretend you don't feel it too?"

He stopped just inches away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the suppressed omega heat beneath his scent blockers.

"I'm carrying your pup," he whispered, tilting his chin up defiantly, challenging you to contradict him. "And whether you like it or not... that makes me yours."

His hand fisted in the front of your shirt, yanking you closer until your bodies almost touched.

"But don't get confused," he breathed, his lips brushing yours. "You're mine too."