I Became the Villain Alpha's Omega
Chapter 1: A Scene Too Familiar
[Group Chat: Palace Ball]
guest : Look at him 😏 He’s so shocked he can’t even move.
Gust : Of course… that Omega’s only hope was being the Crown Prince’s fiancé 😬
Gust : King might pity him… or toss him away like the useless thing he is.
Gust :Honestly… Lord Philia is so much better for His Highness. Pure, kind, beautiful. Cherion? Pathetic.
…he rubs his eyes. Chandeliers above make the whole room sparkle like starlight. Over 100 eyes are on him. He’s in… what? Heavy silks, stiff brocade, lace scratching wrists, polished boots… absurd.
Voices swirl around him. Cruel whispers. Then one cuts through clearly…
????
Cherion… are you even listening to me?
Cherion looks. Breath stops. 😶
Another man. Younger. Porcelain-perfect. Smile soft, eyes cold.
Porcelain Man
Your Highness… perhaps he’s in shock. Breaking off an engagement like this… without warning…
Cherion
Wait… what engagement? With you? 😳
Gasps explode in the room. Glass shatters. All eyes on him.
Yerel prince
Fine. I’ll say it again.
I, Prince Yerel Darrath of the Glorian Empire, officially annul my engagement with you, Cherion Hale. From now… you’re no longer my fiancé. Philia is the one for me.
Yerel grabs Philia’s wrist like showing off a trophy. Cherion’s ears buzz.
Cherion
(whisper): Philia… Yerel… Cherion… I know these names… 😨
Looks at himself. Ridiculous costume coat, lace, shiny boots… it clicks.
Cherion
Oh no… this is it 😱 The novel. The omegaverse one… I’m inside it… I’m the cannon-fodder Omega… erased…
Cherion
Fine. 👊 I heard you. Breaking the engagement? Okay. Fine. What, are you deaf?
????
How dare he speak to His Highness like that!
????
He’s being discarded… can you blame him?
Cherion forces a smile. Nods like he’s correcting a waiter. Walks past them. Balcony. Fresh air hits him.
Reflection in the window. Not him. Pale hair. Glassy blue eyes. Powdered face. Mannequin-level perfect.
Cherion
Ridiculous… not a dream… fantastic 😩
Slaps his own cheek. Pain. Reality hits.
Philia
Is… everything all right? I wanted to make sure you’re… well 😔
Cherion can’t reply. Words stuck.
Philia
(smile fading): You know… for someone so pitiful, you still act like you’re above me. Arrogant, don’t you think? Did you think you were worthy to stand next to His Highness? 😏
Cherion grips railing. Breath stutters.
Philia
(leaning close, perfume hits): You were never meant to last in his life. 😈
Cherion slips. Stomach drops. Wind roars.
Last thing he sees before black…
Chapter 2: The Wrong Death
Cherion
Falling. That’s it. Last thing I remember… 😳
Thud of air in ears. Stone railing slips. Philia’s smirk burned in my vision.
Eyes open. Not ground. Not real. Horizon soft, white… like milk spilled everywhere. Overhead… colors pulse and shift. Pink → blue → gold. Mood-ring sky.
Cherion
Uh… IKEA showroom? 🫣
????
Ah! You’re awake! Excellent, excellent!
Cherion
Who said that? Show yourself. And turn down the volume, you broken karaoke machine. 🎤
Colors twist. Form coalesces. A man-shaped figure appears. Robe shifting velvet → mist. Silver-white hair. Face… meh. Bad artist’s rendering of “handsome.”
Cherion
Oh… a cosplayer. 😒
God
I am NOT a cosplayer. I am a GOD. ✨
Cherion
Right. Sure. And I’m the Easter Bunny. 🐰
God
I assure you, I am very much divine.
Cherion
You sure? Looks like a failed K-drama audition stuck in cosplay.
God
Mortals… humor. How quaint.
Cherion
Yeah, yeah. Fine. Where the hell am I? And why?
God fidgets. Expression softens, almost guilty.
God
There’s been… a small mistake.
God
Yes. You weren’t supposed to die.
God
Heart attack. Unplanned. My assistant pressed the wrong button.
Cherion
…Heart attack. The wrong button? 😳
Memory floods back. Lottery night. Numbers hit. Joy. Then chest pain. Collapse. And now… this.
Cherion
Oh my GOD. You’re telling me my death was… clerical?! 😩
Cherion
So my glorious exit… not fate. Not destiny. Some intern fat-fingered my soul into the trash bin. Fantastic. 👏
God
I wouldn’t put it so crudely…
Cherion
Fine. Mistake. Fix it. Send me back. My world. NOW.
God smiles nervously. Laughs awkwardly.
God
Your death’s recorded in the cosmic archives. Can’t undo it.
Cherion
WHAT?! No undo button?! 😡
God steps back, hands raised.
God
Now, now. Don’t panic. I’ve provided… compensation. Generous.
God
Yes! A second chance at life.
Cherion
…In a NOVEL?! 😳 You killed me by accident, and now shove me into a trashy omegaverse novel I skimmed for laughs?!
God
Trashy? Millions of devoted readers…
Cherion
I only read it because the side character had my name! Fifty chapters of pheromones, ruts… joy. 🙄
God
Anyway… you’ve noticed your role, right?
Cherion
Pitiful Omega. Cannon-fodder fiancé. Dumped in public. Yep. Thanks. Very generous.
God
But now you have a chance. Knowledge of the novel lets you change your fate.
Cherion pauses. Balcony, fall, Philia’s poisonous smile flash through his mind.
Cherion
Except it’s not the same script anymore. That balcony fall… not in the book. 😑
God
Ah… yes. Once a new soul enters a world, narrative can… adjust. Accommodate your choices.
Cherion
Adjust? As in: plot can go off-rails? 😒
Pressure coils around chest. Words die in throat.
God
Go on now. Live your life.
Cherion
WAIT! STOP! DON’T YOU DARE! 😱
Body dissolves. Flung far, far away…
Chapter 3: A World Not His Own
Gasping, eyes snapping open. Heart racing. Hands clutching chest.
No wind. No sky. Just soft fabric around him. He blinks.
Cherion
…bed? Not my bed. Clean. Too clean. 😳
Canopy overhead. Silk sheets judging every cheap sheet he’s ever owned. Chandelier that could pay his rent for years.
Jewels glint in sunlight.
Cherion
…oh. Where have you been all my life? 💎
Conscience (tiny whisper): You can’t do this. This is stealing.
Cherion
Stealing from who? From me? Legally, spiritually, emotionally… it’s mine. Problem solved. 😏
He stuffs gold coins, jewelry, and gems into a satchel. Thoughts of the story creep back.
Cherion
Yerel… cruel, golden hair, Crown Prince. Philia… delicate omega, stole my role. Engagement broken. Execution. And me? Not jealous. Just annoyed. Deeply annoyed. 😤
Cherion
So the plot’s freestyling now. Great. Fantastic.
Closes satchel. Decides clothing isn’t subtle here. Keeps plain white sleep shirt and trousers. Checks the door. Corridor empty.
Cherion
Okay… freedom… almost there…
Thud. Hits something solid. Coins clink. Spins around.
Cherion
…Yerel? Wait… no… older. Golden hair with silver. Sharp jawline. Heavy embroidered robes. Aura… storm-level. 😨
King
Are you alright, child?
King helps him up gently. Satchel threatens to spill.
King
I’ve heard what happened. Came to see you. Yet here you are, hurrying through the hallway. Where were you heading?
Cherion
Gulp …Y-Your Majesty. Pardon me for… running. 😅
King
Hmm. Fresh air, you say? In this corridor? Why not the garden? 🌿
Cherion
(internally panicking): Oh god… I don’t know where the garden is! Stop talking to me! 😵
Cherion
(out loud): …Yes. Of course. Garden. That’s where I was going. 😬
King
Hmm. So why walk in the other direction?
Cherion
(internally screaming): I have no idea! Panic! 😭
Forced tense smile. Pretends nothing is wrong.
King
At least you appear well enough to walk about after fainting earlier.
King’s gaze intensifies. Chest aches. Blood runs cold.
King
Yes… because I wanted to speak with you.
King sighs, weary. Touches Cherion’s shoulder.
Cherion
(internally): …my escape plan is dead. I just want to get away from here. 😩
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