Crown Prince Alberu Crossman, a dominant alpha who hid his dark elf identity. He used countless potion to suppress his pheromone and numbing himself from omega's as well. After all, he wasn't supposed to get caught or death door will appear. No matter how strict he was for years, a strong shackles prevention still bound to break at one point. Cale Henituse, the sole noble dominant male omega in Roan Kingdom never shown himself to noble society since his secondary sex confirmed. Which meant, he never debuted and no one knew his appearance. His information were 100% false. Thus, the first young master of Henituse County groundless rumors were very broad. From useless, irresponsible trash to a very mysterious ethereal beauty. Cover Pictures Not Mine. Credit to All Owner of the TCF Arts.

Alberu transports to the Korea that the original Cale Henituse is living in and the two meet. They have a shared history that only Cale knows about. Side story: https://www.wattpad.com/1221186000-go-to-bed-you-stupid-fuck-a-side-story-for

Alberu helplessly says after the merchant bid them a good day. "I wasn't trying to get you to play at being lovers." "And yet, we seem to have quite the image to uphold," Cale gestured with his eyes at the people watching them with a heated gaze as Cale leans closer towards Alberu as he fixes the brooch on his vest. "Both here and among the nobles." Alberu stiffened one second and then deflated the next. "Of course, you were aware of it this whole time."

At the age of 18, Alberu gain himself a new instructor. "Your highness, Alberu Crossman, I will make you the king of this kingdom." "What the fuck." "I am saying I'll be your instructor starting from today." Alberu felt like he just made a deal with a devil. A respectful and kind prince with his instructor who didn't give a fuck to anyone. Barrow Thames or the white star, the leader of the underworld of the western continent, who wanted to gain his nephew's attention. Zed and Alberu fighting over the said instructor's attention. Ron who swore loyalty to Cale. Beacrox who hate Cale and was trying to kill him. Choi Han who is having complex emotions. And last but not least Cale who was traveling across both the western and eastern continent with a bunch of crazy people while fulfilling his duties by spreading Alberu's connection but somehow ended up with a harem.

A story about the adventures of Choi Han a Commander, and his liege Alberu Crossman the King of Roan Kingdom in search of the God of Triumph to win against a war with the God of Despair's believers. --------------- He then turned to the Commander and looked at his shocked gaze. He watches as his gaze slowly turned into determined and moments later, his proud feeling turned into realization and regret as the punk opened his mouth. "Ah. I. Lost. My. Dagger." '... Ah... I forgot for a moment.' He watches with horror as Choi Han mechanically throws his dagger right into the creatures eye (it doesn't look like an accidental throw in any way!!!) and for a second he thought he saw the creature attacking him cringed by the stiff sound. 'Fuck...' Alberu really wanted to charge Choi Han with a life sentence as he watches the Commander falls mechanically and crawls to a corner where no one would see him to obviously hide there for their plan of escape. --------------- The characters are not mine, they're all from a novel & manhwa called "Lout of the Count's Family". I just make the plot and AU! Cross-posted on AO3, same title same username. The tags I use on AO3 : Relationships: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo/work life, Choi Han/bad acting, Clopeh Sekka/caleism's pope position, Alberu Crossman/headache, They all want divorce except Clopeh Characters: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Alberu Crossman, Choi Han, Clopeh Sekka, Shickler (Trash of the Count's Family) Additional Tags: How Do I Tag, Attempt at Humor, Greek AU, only similiar god names though, King!Alberu, Commander!Choi Han, God!Cale, God!Shickler, Pope!Clopeh, as he should be, supposed to be oneshot but the plot's too long, there's no angst here, there's too many angst fics, Alver Crossman is not a tag thankfully, neither is water bottle :(, I'm just messing with the tags, Humor, the plot's serious but the humor make it not, POV Alternating, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

One day Ron was interfilterating one of Arm's secret bases. They got news from the world tree that they must retrieve the treasure that was hidden in the deepest part of the base. Alberu sent Choi Han and his gang to retrive it. Who would've thought that the so called treasure was something else. Ron would've never though that this would be how he reunited with his young master. (An au where Cale has a special bloodline power that he inherited from his mother.)

The war is over no one really died but something is wrong here they can feel it. They feel like they lost something precious. Something seem to be missing and empty. They won the war and everything is over now but why aren't they happy. They are missing something. No. Someone. Who is this mysterious red haired person. Why is he saying goodbye. They don't even know him or remember him. "It's fine if they don't remember me. I did this for them knowing that I will lose them. It's better this way so no one would get hurt."

Cale gets soul switched with ogCale. Everyone thinks at first that Cale lost his memories. But they soon find out the truth. SPOILER warning till the most recent side story. Family, fluff, comedy, angst, misunderstandings. Dont own the cover. COMPLETED.

Book 2 of my Incorrect Quotes as Wattpad decided to crush my dreams of having 1000 parts- MINI SPOILERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cale Henituse. ‎A name that once stirred pride, envy, and even worship - now spoken only in hushed tones, if at all. ‎He was the boy they called blessed, a being too perfect for a flawed world. The divine in human form. A child whose smile could still storms and whose gaze seemed to hold the weight of stars. ‎People believed he was born for greatness - for salvation, even. ‎ ‎But then, he disappeared. ‎ ‎No warning. No trace. ‎Just silence - the kind that echoes. ‎ ‎Years passed. Hope faded. His name became legend, then myth. Some said he had ascended. Others whispered of betrayal, of a fall from grace. ‎ ‎And now, he has returned. ‎ ‎But not as the golden child of memory. ‎He walks with the same face, the same name... yet none of the light. ‎His eyes - once so full of fire and wonder - are empty, like glass reflecting a world he no longer sees. ‎He speaks little. Smiles never. ‎And something ancient, something cold, lingers in his shadow. ‎ ‎The question no one dares ask out loud is not where he went... ‎But what followed him back. ‎ ‎