Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 113: Watch

Chapter 111

Jack

Let’s have a recap:

About over a year ago I died, from cancer was one of the unlucky souls that didn’t get beat cancer.

Woke up in my cancer-buddy Rose’s weird-ass omegaverse novel world.

Tried to avoid the plot because, you know, being violently stabbed by Nolan in the original wasn’t on my bucket list.

Ran to a pretty beach town. Bought a house. Took long walks.

Then Ciel — the main character — literally fell into my life like some sick cosmic joke. So much for running away from the main plot.

Then I fell in love with him, and we got together and I have a son. I got together with Nolan.

Then I had to send my family away, because four psychopathic dukes decided to play Pokémon: Omega Edition and hunt Ciel like he’s a legendary shiny Pokemon.

Then I got back from a run on the beach, found them in my house.Tried to kill me.

I was sixty-percent sure I was going to die, forty-percent sure I’d take them with me.

And then—

Boom.

Secret service ninjas burst in screaming PRINCE JACKSON CARTER ALBRECHT THE THIRD, apparently me.

So now, somehow, instead of bleeding on my living room floor, I am:

• freshly showered

• wearing slacks, a long-sleeved formal shirt, I got into because you can’t exactly meet a king in joggers can you?

• sitting on a bullet train

• with guards

• heading to the capital of Sol

• to meet my father

Who is, apparently...

The King.

The actual king.

Of this monarchy.

Me.

Prince.

What the fuck.

What the FUCK.

I am sitting in this luxurious bullet train like I didn’t just fist-fight four aristocratic psychos in my living room two hours ago.

From my coastal town to Sol, the capital, would usually take twelve hours by car, but unfortunately this mode of transport has shortened my trip to 3 hours minimum.

Three hours isn’t enough time to process anything.

So it makes sense now —

the weird extremely large amount of money in my bank account(s),the prestige card I thought was just... here-wealth privilege,and the mysterious A. in "Jackson Carter A."

I always found it odd that the A was after my last name, but Carter was not the last name at all. How deceiving.

I scroll through the tablet I got on my way out of the house, skimming the royal family page, because I need to know my own bloodline before being dragged into the palace by men with swords (do they use swords?)and ear-pieces.

I’ve never cared about royalty before.

Why would I?

It never had anything to do with me. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Now it does.

The current king, is 52, crowned three years ago after the previous king’s passing.

I see the official portrait.

And my stomach does something ugly.

It’s his face —

my father’s face —

just cleaned up, polished, sober, and wearing a crown instead of holding a liquor bottle.

He looks dignified here.

He did not look dignified when I was cowering in corners, waiting for punches to stop.

My mother... also dead in this world. I checked, and on my father’s details it was blank so I never cared. I should have.

I scroll more.

Two brothers.

One sister.

A whole family I didn’t know I had —

and frankly, did just fine without.

My grip tightens around the tablet until my knuckles ache.

I shut it off and stare at my warped reflection in the dark screen.

Whatever happens, happens.

***

Peter

I stand guard, hands behind my back, posture straight, gaze steady — but my attention is on His Highness out of the corner of my eye.

Prince Jackson Carter Albtrecht III.

I have served in the Royal Shadow Guard for seven years. Five of those assigned to one secret file — Subject: J.C.A.

There are perhaps eight men in the kingdom who know the truth of his existence. When my predecessor retired, the duty fell to me.

I did not understand the assignment then.

I was to observe him. Track him. Record him.

Nothing more.

Why shadow a spoiled noble youth?

Upon seeing him I understood, it was the king’s son. A DNA test would definitely be pointless, for the prince looks just like his father.

So I followed the prince from afar. Quiet. Unseen.

Back then he was what most nobles are at that age — spoiled, reckless, convinced the world bent for him,drowning in drugs, clubs, meaningless bed partners, idle cruelty and careless luxury.I documented every vice, every indulgence. It was routine.

I thought nothing of it. I did not understand why the king, let his son waste away this way, encouraging his debauchery by having outrageous sums of money into his account every month.

It wasn’t my place to question.

Then one day, he simply... left Sol.

Just packed up and vanished to the coast like he was running from something only he could feel.

And something changed. He changed.

He woke early. Ran by the sea. Cooked terribly. Long gone, was the lifestyle I observed for four years.

I reported every mundane detail — the absurdity of it amused the king, like me even he didn’t believe this change would last. But we were both proven wrong.

Then the omega appeared.

I assessed the omega as non threatening and let him approach the prince, honestly I may have been bored, because the prince’s life since moving to the town was extremely boring but what happened next was beyond my expectations.

The prince loved the omega.

The pregnant omega.

And when the child was born — despite the boy not being his — His Highness loved the child too. Truly. Deeply. As if blood and soul both belonged to him.

It was... unprecedented.

Even I doubt I could do the same.

The King had already been planning a quiet visit later this year. He accepted the child as his grandchild in advance, saying,

"If my son calls the boy his, I will not say otherwise."

In my own humble opinion, it might be because, the king feels guilty for having not been in his son’s life, I suppose there’s not many things he could deny his son.

I was planning for the king’s visit later this year — quiet, unofficial, father to son. A gentle introduction.

Then the dukes arrived.

And that was my failure.

I should have run a deeper background check on the omega. My negligence allowed this, I was aware the prince was trying to keep the omega safe, I should have looked into it more.

The moment their agents stepped foot in town, I sounded the alarm.

The king mobilized faster than I have ever seen.Orders came faster than I expected.

We reached them before the dukes could do irreversible harm. Barely.

And now, father and son are to meet ahead of schedule.

He keeps whispering to himself under his breath, still in disbelief:

"What the fuck..."

And truly — I sympathize.

But this is not my place to judge or soften.

My place is to watch. To protect. To obey orders.