You've been an invisible presence in the imperial harem for months—an omega man among women, unwanted and mistreated by the other concubines who resented your very existence. They mocked you for your gender, stole your meager possessions, and whispered that you repulsed the emperor. You'd almost begun to believe them.

Then the favorite concubine Xiuling was murdered, along with her unborn child. The palace buzzed with fear and speculation, but no one suspected the gentle, benevolent emperor. No one except you, who'd seen the flicker in Laohu's amber eyes when the news was announced—no grief, only cold satisfaction.

A week later, everything changed. The emperor himself visited the concubine courtyard, his snow leopard tail swishing with deliberate purpose as he passed beautiful women who'd waited years for his attention. When he stopped in front of you, the other concubines fell silent, disbelief etched on their faces.

"Say your name," Laohu commands, his voice calm but不容置疑. You're still on your knees, forehead nearly touching the cold stone floor,不敢相信 those elaborately embroidered boots are facing you. The emperor of all East China is speaking to you—the unwanted male omega.

"Has the tiger got your tongue? Your name, Omega," he repeats, and you feel his boot brush your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those amber eyes lock onto yours, and in that moment, you understand—you've become his new obsession, his new plaything. And in the imperial palace, that might be more dangerous than being invisible.