[Scene: Shan's small apartment, late at night. Papers, herbal books, and maps are scattered around the table. Davey sits across from Shan, who is staring intently at the screen of his laptop.]
Davey:
"You've been reading for hours. You need to rest."
Shan:
"I can't, Davey. There's so much I still don't know — omega pregnancies, nutrition, how to manage stress... masking my scent..."
(He trails off, eyes scanning an article about scent-blocking patches.)
"If I don't plan this right, Kang will find me. Especially once the baby's born."
Davey:
(softly)
"He hasn't shown up yet. Maybe he won't."
Shan:
"No. He will. It's in the story. The scent… it'll draw him in. I need to find a way to disappear completely."
Davey:
"Disappear? You mean... run?"
Shan:
(nods, voice low but firm)
"There's a village. Remote, omega-run, deep in the mountains. No alpha territories nearby. If I can get there before the baby comes, I'll have a chance."
Davey:
"You'd leave everything?"
Shan:
(places a hand over the slight swell of his belly)
"I have to. For this little one. I'm not letting Kang Jin-ho control our lives."
Davey:
(sits back, silent for a moment)
"Then I'm coming with you."
Shan:
"You don't have to—"
Davey:
"I want to. You shouldn't do this alone."
---
[Montage Dialogue — Weeks Later, Preparing to Leave]
Shan:
"We have enough money now. I sold off what I could. Packed light."
Davey:
"I got more herbal supplies from the clinic. And look—" (pulls out a folded map) "—two alternate routes. Avoids alpha zones completely."
Shan:
"I wrote the resignation letter. Told them I'm going abroad. Invented a partner, too — just to throw them off."
Davey:
(smirks)
"Smart. You thought of everything."
Shan:
"Not everything. But enough."
---
[Night Before Departure — Shan at the Mirror]
Shan: (touching the makeup-covered mole on his cheek)
"This mole… even if I hide it, my scent will betray me."
(He closes his eyes and rests a hand on his belly.)
Shan (whispers):
"I promise you… I will protect you. I'll give you a life with love, and freedom. Even if I have to give up everything else."
---
[Morning – Departure Begins]
Davey: (hoisting a backpack over his shoulder)
"Ready?"
Shan: (nods)
"Let's go."
---
[After days of travel — Arrival at the Village]
Villager:
"You're welcome here. We look after our own."
Shan: (eyes misting slightly)
"Thank you… thank you so much."
---
[Later — In their new cottage]
Davey: (watering plants outside)
"Garden's coming along."
Shan: (gently rubbing his belly)
"I think they like it here. I can feel them — calm, peaceful. Safe."
Davey: (sits beside him)
"You did it, Shan. You made it."
Shan:
"It's not over. Kang might still be out there. But now… I'm not afraid."
Davey:
"And you're not alone."
Shan: (smiles faintly)
"No. Not anymore."
The journey was far from over, but Shan Luan—once Hana—was ready.
He had come a long way from the wide-eyed girl who had awoken in a strange world, now living as a male Omega in a universe governed by dominance, subjugation, and cruel hierarchies. Yet in spite of it all, he had forged a path of his own. He had a plan, a purpose, and a fierce determination that burned brighter than ever before. The manga might have foretold a tragic ending, but Shan was determined to rewrite the script, one carefully calculated step at a time.
This wasn't just Shan Luan's story anymore.
It was his child's story.
And he would fight tooth and nail to ensure that their story had a chance at happiness—one free from the shadows of Kang Jin-ho and the cruel binds of the omega verse.
---
The weeks that followed were a blur of quiet preparation.
Shan and Davey met in secret, whispering plans late into the night. They pooled every yen they had, selling off unnecessary possessions—furniture, gadgets, clothing. Their modest savings grew slowly, painfully, until it was just enough to fund a new beginning.
"Do you think it'll be enough?" Shan asked one night, folding a pair of baby onesies they had picked up from a thrift store.
Davey glanced over, his expression soft. "It has to be. We're not buying a future—we're building one. And we'll build it one stone at a time if we have to."
With Davey's help, Shan studied everything he could about herbal remedies and natural treatments for pregnancy complications—critical knowledge in case they had no access to modern hospitals. He even practiced basic self-defense techniques, though his condition made it harder with each passing week.
"Keep your stance low," Davey instructed during one of their sessions, gently correcting Shan's form. "You're not trying to win a fight—you're trying to survive long enough to run."
Shan grunted as he caught his balance. "Running isn't my strong suit lately."
Davey chuckled. "Then we make sure you don't have to."
They spent evenings with maps spread out on the floor, tracing routes with trembling fingers, avoiding major cities and known alpha territories. Each route was double-checked, then memorized.
Still, Shan knew that vanishing without a trace would invite suspicion. So he crafted a letter—neat, polite, and distant—claiming he had accepted a career opportunity abroad. He even included details about a fictitious partner, a subtle message to discourage anyone from pursuing him.
"It's a good lie," Davey said, scanning the letter. "Not too perfect. Just enough to be believable."
"I hate that I have to do this," Shan admitted quietly, sealing the envelope with shaking hands. "But it's the only way."
---
The night before their departure, Shan stood silently before the mirror.
His reflection stared back—no longer the soft, curious girl from his old world, but a tired, resolute man marked by survival. The dark spot on his right cheek, drawn carefully with specialized makeup, served as a grim reminder of the dangerous game he was playing.
He placed his hand gently over his swollen belly.
"I promise you," he whispered, voice barely audible. "I'll keep you safe. You'll never have to grow up afraid… not the way I did."
---
They left before dawn, slipping from the apartment like shadows. The city was still asleep, mist curling between the buildings. They carried only essentials, tightly packed in discreet backpacks and duffel bags. There was no room for sentiment.
As they boarded public transportation, switching buses and trains with careful precision, they avoided eye contact with strangers. Every alpha they passed made their hearts beat faster.
"Don't look back," Davey murmured as they stood in a crowded station. "Keep walking."
"Do you think he knows?" Shan asked softly.
"Kang Jin-ho?" Davey shook his head. "If he did, we wouldn't have made it this far."
---
After days of relentless travel, they arrived.
Nestled deep within the mountains was a secluded village, hidden by dense forests and forgotten roads. The air was cool and fresh, scented with wildflowers, pine, and the promise of peace. Word had it the village harbored a strong omega community, fiercely protective of its own and purposefully isolated from the rest of the alpha-controlled world.
The villagers welcomed them warmly, their eyes kind and understanding. Shan and Davey were given shelter, food, and—most importantly—hope.
They found a small cottage at the edge of the valley, modest but beautiful, with a view that stretched far over the rolling hills and distant trees. They worked tirelessly to make it their own.
"Home sweet home," Davey said one evening, dropping a wooden box onto the floor and stretching his sore arms.
Shan smiled, placing a hand on his belly. "Home safe home."
They planted a small garden behind the cottage, learning the soil and climate from the elders. Shan threw himself into prenatal classes, finding guidance in ancient omega practices preserved in the village's traditions. Davey, ever gentle, stayed by his side through sleepless nights, comforting him through hormonal storms and whispered fears.
"You're doing amazing," Davey said during one particularly difficult night when Shan couldn't stop crying.
"I don't feel amazing," Shan admitted, clutching his blanket.
"You don't have to feel it," Davey replied. "Just be it. And you are."
---
As the months passed, Shan's belly grew, round and heavy with the promise of new life.
He walked with a hand over his abdomen more often now, feeling the subtle flutters and kicks beneath his skin. With every movement, he felt the fire in his chest reignite.
This child would never know chains. Never know fear. Never be used or marked as property.
Kang Jin-ho was still out there—Shan knew that—but he refused to live in fear. He would remain hidden, careful, vigilant.
And if the time ever came to fight again, he would.
For his child.
For their future.
For the version of himself that had once believed he was powerless.
The journey was far from over. But Shan Luan—the omega who was once Hana—was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Because now, he had everything to fight for.