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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Genevieve_Cortese/Jared_Padalecki, Jared
      Padalecki/Other(s)
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Christian_Kane, Chad_Michael_Murray,
      Genevieve_Cortese, Misha_Collins
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Polygamy, Cheating, Dubious
      Consent, Miscarriage, Angst
  Collections:
      Supernatural_and_J2_Big_Bang_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-24 Completed: 2013-07-28 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 47907
****** Match Made In Victory ******
by melitta4ever
Summary
     Alpha-King Jareath won the war against the other clans and united all
     the clans of the known world under his rule. The final battle was
     against the Kirgheazeans, a clan of warriors as fierce as the
     mountains they live. The peace arrangement requires a marriage
     between the Alpha-King and one of the noble omegas of Kirgheazia.
     However, the two clans are very different from each other in some
     aspects of life, including the way they treat omegas. When the both
     betrothed realize that they actually like each other --very much--,
     they think it is going to be their happily ever after. However,
     polygamy being a common practice does not eliminate jealousy from the
     equation. And cultural differences might be as hard to overcome as
     the battles they already fought. Even if it was not the case, a
     palace is for cut-throat diplomats; it is no place for the innocent
     romance. Its big walls are not only to fight off the enemy warriors,
     but to keep the tragedies inside.
Notes
     This is written for 2013 spn-j2 big-bang!
     Acknowledgments:
     The gorgeous art belongs to talented bumerbmw, http://
     bumerbmw.livejournal.com/. She made the most beautiful omega-Jensene
     and still managed to give him his warrior characteristic. I cannot
     stop looking at him. He looks exactly how I dreamed of Jensene when I
     was writing. And when looking at the Alpha-King, I feel like I could
     hear the sky is roaring behind him. Don’t you? So, please go ahead
     and visit http://bumerbmw.livejournal.com/32899.html to tell her how
     talented she is.
     I owe a lot to sanshal, http://sanshal.livejournal.com/, accepting
     being a last minute beta and doing a fast and excellent job. And also
     for her beautiful and encouraging comments. Thanks a million!!!
     You’re awesome!
     I also want to thank peaches, http://peaches.livejournal.com/ too. I
     am pretty sure RL took a heavy turn and that’s the reason she could
     not help with the rest of the story, but her comments on chapter one
     helped me a lot.
     Notes:
     In this universe, alphas are always male, have a knot and are
     physically stronger than betas and omegas. Though it might not be a
     written rule, they are also the ruling class. Betas can be either
     male or female, but they cannot breed, neither with alphas or omegas,
     nor with each other. Omegas can also be from either sex, and they are
     the only gender who can give birth.
     Characters:
     Alpha-King Jareath: The Alpha-King, from the Central clan; 35 years
     old; 6’ 4”
     Duke Khris: Jareath’s cousin from mother side and his second hand
     man. Duke of Antoinna. Also responsible for the King’s safety and
     security.
     Duke Chat: King’s negotiator. Duke of Narzan
     Jensene: Omega brother of Saltuan Beay. From Kirgheazean clan, 17
     years old, 5’ 7”
     Genevvea: The First-wife, from Darksea clan.
     Sareah: Alpha-King’s former omega. Divorced.
     Myshea: Jensene’s best friend, from Kirgheazean clan. A widowed
     omega.
     Traki: Palace servant. Jensene’s personal assistant
     Hayer-dala: Genevvea’s personal healer.
     Beawerie: King’s personal healer
     Some misc:
     Go’assa: The capital of the kingdom.
     Elite Guards: Alpha-King’s guards, independent of the any other
     soldiers or armies.
     Kingdom Soldiers: The Central clan’s army
     Gomma: The betas and/or omegas who are married to the same alpha.
     Mucnhin-root: a root that makes the scent of an omega strong as if s/
     he is in heat.
     Treeshia: Goddess of nature and mountains
     Klea: Goddess of beauty
     Umay: Goddess of fertility and virginity
     Otenn: Goddess of marriage and faithfulness
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Your majesty, King of the known world and the Alpha of the Realm!”

The great hall fell into a dead silence. Everybody watched the victorious king
entering the room and walking toward his throne. It was clear that he was the
King even without the announcements, the modest crown on his head or the
majestic medallion he wore. His eyes were fierce and his stand was the most
noble. He was walking between the people as if he owned not only the room but
the whole world; which was pretty much the truth. After his last fight with the
old Kirgheaz Kingdom, the young king Jareath ruled the world known to civilized
men; from the endless plains of the west to the impassable mountains of the
east.

When he sat down on his throne, he greeted his subjects with a simple nod and
the room was back to the festive mood. The King’s right hand man and his cousin
from the mother side, Duke Khris, bent over the King’s right shoulder to share
the latest news with him. However, before he could open his mouth, the Alpha
started to complain,

“When will these ridiculous celebrations be over? I mean, the war got over
almost a month ago.”

“My lord knows that every noble family of the realm needs to show their joy on
your victories and renew their alliances.” Khris answered with a crooked smile.

“Cut it out with the ‘my lord’s, no one can hear us with this noise.” The King
pointed to the orchestra hired by the Shepparth family. “By gods, this is a new
form of torture; not an entertainment.”

“I cannot agree more, Jare.” Khris wrinkled his nose, “the voice of this
overgrown beta…” He did not need to specify whom he was talking about; the
tenor with over three-hundred pounds of meat on his bones was overpowering the
stage. “Who in hell does prefer a beta singer? Bring me some sweet omega to
enjoy.”

The King chuckled at his cousin’s choice of words, “I do not suppose this
enjoyment involves only listening to the omega.”

Khris growled with frustration, “Do you know how long has been since I’ve
knotted a nice, sweet omega?”

“A day, or two?” Jareath mocked.

“Oh shut up, Jare. You know I had no opportunity to enjoy my life due to these
nonsense festivals in your stupid name.”

“So it is my fault that you could not get any tail?” The King could not help
his chuckle, teasing. “If you aren’t going to be able to manage on your own, I
can surely issue some orders to help poor you.”

Khris could not help but gave a hearty laugh at the mock-offer; but his smile
ended short with the disapproving looks from the aristocrats around them.

“I fucking hate these parties.” The duke complained to his cousin. He was a
soldier first and foremost, and he could not get used to the palace etiquette.

“Tell me about it. And apparently I have to meet the delegates from Kirgheaz
clan tomorrow. I already won the war, why can they not leave me alone?”

“Oh, it’s for your marriage, right?”

“I don’t know what the big deal is. All they have to do is to send one of the
royal family’s available omegas here. Do they think their omega can get any
better catch? What is it with all these formalities?”

“It is a big deal; the omega will be your royal wife, the queen.”

“Yeah, right. An omega, Khris? They cannot be queen; it’s a beta’s place,
everybody knows that.”

“Not Kirgheazeans apparently. That’s the ceasefire agreement, Jare. You cannot
refuse it now.”

“I have no idea why I accepted that agreement. We were winning the fucking
war.”

“They would never submit to us, you know how they are. Would you really prefer
killing every single one of them?”

“Fucking barbarians!” Jareath sighed. “They sent their omegas to the war, I
cannot-”

“I know.” Khris’s good mood faded, “I still have nightmares of killing them.”

Jareath could imagine what his cousin was going through. Although as the king
he had not been in the field but directing the battle from his base, he felt
the same discomfort. Knowing many omegas had been killed by his soldiers’
swords was damn troubling at the very least. Omegas were to be cherished and
protected; and enemy or not, killing an omega was not an easily forgettable
act. Jareath kept telling himself that he could not be held responsible as he
was not the one sending them to the battle; but it was his orders that moved
those swords and he could not shake the guilt away.

“Who would send omegas to fight in a battlefield?” He sighed.

“You should’ve seen them, Jare. I mean they were holding their swords and
riding the horses alright, but they were so weak, so small... It did not matter
though, they fought with so much passion, not showing any weakness at watching
each other drop one by one.”Khris commented with grudging respect.

“Try to forget it, Khris. It is not our fault that Kirgheazeans were forcing
their omegas to the battle. It will change now. There won’t be any more wars,
huh? We are all living under a single kingdom now.”

“Yeah.” Khris felt silent for a short while. “So, please do not fuck these
meetings up, Jare. I don’t think my heart can take another fight with these
savages.”

Jareath only nodded; knowing perfectly well that his each and every action
might result with dire consequences as the King.
[jareath divider]
The throne room was cleaned perfectly after the last night’s celebration. It
was now full with the delegates from Kirgheaz clan. They were all tall, almost
as tall as the average kingdom folks, which was strange since Kirgheazeans are,
on average, couple of inch shorter than the Central Clan. They were big too,
all with broad chests, thick and strong arms and built legs. The Kirgheazeans
probably chose their delegates so that they would keep some sort of equality in
body size. Other than that, they were same as in the battle field. Their
uniforms were wild; covered with patches of bear furs and thinly woven Elysian
armor. They all looked like fierce warriors and not the politicians they were
supposed to be. Khris probably felt the same way too if the room full of Elite
Guards and the Kingdom Soldiers were any indication.

When everybody sat down their respective places, Jareath rose to welcome the
delegates.

“Welcome, my friends from the great mountains of Kirgheaz. I hope you will find
your stay in the Go’assa pleasant, your water cold and your bread warm. Let
this be the first of our many joyous gatherings together.” He repeated the
words his negotiator had asked him to.

The biggest and tallest of the delegates rose and answered the King after a
barely there nod:

“We brought peace and well-wishes, King Jareath. May the gods smile upon your
kingdom and our peace. May your flock be always healthy and their numbers
increase plenty every spring. May the gods sharpen your sword and weaken your
enemies. May your heir be strong as the ancient warriors and extend to the time
when the great dragon shall rise.”

Neither the King nor his politicians were expecting this warm response from the
savage Kirgheazeans. The King smiled widely, something good were going to
happen, maybe?

“Dear Lord-“ He started only to be corrected by his cousin’s whisper,

“It is a Beay, they do not have Lords; they have Beays.”

“Right… Dear Beays. I am happy to welcome your well-wishes and honorable
company. I wish we can complete this meeting with a great success and bind our
clans together forever.”

The rest of the meeting was as boring as expected. Every Beay offered their
alliance and repeat their wishes for peace. However, Jareath had this feeling
in his gut that the end of the meeting was not going to be as warm. His worries
proved right when they started to discuss the marriage arrangements.

“Excuse me, Ashar Beay. Can you repeat it again? I think I misunderstood your
request.”

“Of course, my King. The competition will start any day my King chooses. We
offer to bring our honorable omega here, to Go’assa so that my King will not
have to leave his throne.”

“Ashar Beay, what is it this competition you’re talking about? Am I not to
marry your omega?”

“Of course, my King.” The delegate explained, but could not hide the surprised
look on his face. “We are offering our best available omega. His lineage is the
most honorable, descending from the great wolf, Akkurt. His brother, Saltuan
Beay will give half of his property as the wedding gift, which is beyond any
other Beays-”

“I do not care his wealth, Ashar Beay. I am most certainly wealthy enough for
me and my family. I ask you what this competition is.” Jareath was losing his
temper. His cousin held on his shoulder, reminding him to be patient.

The Beays were looking at each other with confusion. An angry murmur started to
rise from Kirgheaz table. Before both parties were out of patience, the King’s
negotiator, Duke Chat rose from his chair.

“My Lords and my Beays. Let us have a break for lunch since we are all hungry.
And we know what the ancients said about how hunger and reason cannot occupy
the same room.”

The delegates reluctantly moved towards the dining hall, while the King and his
entourage remained in the throne room.

“What the hell is happening, Chat?” the Alpha’s voice filled the room and
caused the servants to tremble.

“My Lord-” the negotiator started but before he could finish, the King started
again.

“I have had enough of this protocol bullshit, Chat. Answer me right away or
else!” Jareath’s alpha nature peeked through his manners; his eyes were bright
with anger, causing every one of his subjects to bow down whimpering.

“I just learnt about this custom of theirs, my King. Just during the
discussions. I am truly sorry; but we never heard it before.” The Duke answered
without raising his head.

“What is it?” Jareath asked again, his voice is calmer but still scary.

“Apparently, it is their custom to fight for the hand of an omega, any omega,
my Lord.”

“If they expect me to fight with another alpha for a stupid Kirgheazean bitch-“

“No, my Lord. The fight is with the omega.”

The King did not or could not answer with his mouth stayed open in that comical
way. Luckily only Khris was brave enough to raise his head to see the surprised
face of the Alpha. After a moment, Jareath pulled himself together and asked in
a more controlled voice.

“Did I hear you correctly, Chat? Do they expect me to fight with an omega? Me,
the Alpha-King of the known world, to fight with a flimsy, little omega bitch!”

“I am sorry, my King. We should have known their customs, but you know how
secretive and closed the Kirgheazeans are. Apparently, their omegas deny mating
with an alpha who fails to protect them. Hence, they request a fight so that
alphas prove themselves worthy.” The last words came out like a whisper, but
since the great hall was in complete silence, everybody did hear them clearly.

The King’s face was red with anger; his irises almost covered his eyes
completely and his pheromones were scary enough to reduce some of the young
soldiers to crying messes.

“My Lord, please listen to me first. Please do not take it as an insult. On the
contrary, this offer is a huge honor in Kirgheazean tradition. They are
offering the most powerful omega they have; it is a way of showing how much
respect they have for you. The omega they offer is the fiercest, strongest
one.”

The king covered his face with his hands, trying to practice the breathing
exercises his nanny taught him ages ago, to keep the last shred of his calm.

“I am not seeking for a solder or a guard. I do not require a strong omega. I
need a beautiful one. What is wrong with these people? The omegas are supposed
to be naïve and pretty and protected. Who would want to fight with an omega?
And why would I want to have a vulgar warrior hanging on my knot!”

“My Lord.” Khris held Jareath’s shoulders again. “Please do not speak your mind
when you are angry.” He whispered, afraid that these words would be heard by
the delegates and cause another ugly war between the clans.

“Leave us!” The king roared. “Not you, Chat! You and Khris are to stay with
me.” He added immediately again seeing some of the soldiers standing panic-
stricken, “I said fucking leave!”

Before the King’s sentence was over, the fifty something soldiers and guards
were gone and the doors were sealed. Jareath got up and kicked the heavy table
causing a great deal of noise and probably serious pain in his leg; not that he
showed any sign of it. He probably did not feel it either, being so deep in his
anger.

“Jare, please calm down. You don’t want to cause another bloody war just
because you cannot control your anger.” Khris faced him directly.

The King sat down on one of the chairs, his head between his hands.

“I know, I know. Gods! It is so humiliating. What am I going to do? If I accept
this, I might end up being a joke to the whole kingdom. The King is fighting
against an omega. Can you imagine the amount of gossip between the nobles?”

“You do not worry about that my Lord.” Chat finally found his shaking voice. “I
can handle the situation. However, you must know: if you refuse the offer, it
will mean a great insult to Saltuan Beay and consequently to all of the
Kirgheazeans.”

“My fucking gods! So, they have the right to insult me like this, but I cannot
do a-” He did not complete his sentence. He knew what was needed to be done.
Their kingdom could not bear another war too soon. His soldiers would kill
every fucking alpha in the world for him, but they were weary of killing the
omegas of Kirgheaz clan. He could not ask them to do so just because he did not
want to fight with a single omega. If he had so much trouble accepting a stupid
fight, he did not want to imagine the guilt of actually killing one.

“OK. OK… I’m not to cause another war. But Chat, you either will keep this
thing as the best guarded secret or I will have your ass on my knot instead of
the ugly omega they offer.” Jareath growled, knowing that it was a great insult
to threaten another alpha with knotting; but wanting to make sure that Chat
knew how serious he was. “I do not wish to endure another minute with these
barbarians. Handle it. Tell them I accept their freak omega. I will fight with
him so that I can knot his ugly ass.” He stopped a minute and then added,
“Maybe not in those many words.”

“Of course, my Lord.” Chat answered respectfully, but his anger was visible
under his courteous way.

Khris waited after the Chief Negotiator left the throne room.

“By the gods, you need to get laid. Too much anger is not good for your alpha
heart.”

“Don’t you start too. As soon as Genevvea heard the agreement details…”

“You mean that when she learned that she was not gonna be the queen?” Khris
completed the sentence.

“Yeah! She refuses to bed with me.”

Khris could not keep his laughter down.

“Khris, I’m angry enough as it is.”

“I can imagine. Your beta, huh? Wow… I mean, really???”

“She is so fucking stubborn, Khris; you have no idea.”

“I recall you were considering her being ambitious as one of her best traits.”
Khris mocked.

“Gods!!! I know. My father -may the ancients treat him well- warned me against
marrying one of the northern betas, but I was so young back then.”

“You were not as young when you married her.”

“What do you want me say? OK, I chose her, so what? I should endure this.”

“Mmm… Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m trying to say… Actually, I’d like to say
that I have told you not to divorce the poor omega just because your beta was
being a jealous bitch; but I still remember the fist you placed on my jaw.”

“And you still can get another one.” Jareath breathed through his nose. “I
mean, do you realize how angry I am right now. And, for the record, I did not
divorce that omega just because Gen asked me to do so; you know it.”

“Come on, Jare. We both know whatever it was between you and Sareah; you’d
never send an omega back to her family. I told you back then and I repeat it
now that it was ruthless.” Khris said, his eyes cold.

They both stood quite for a while, before Jareath sat back down on the chair.

“Fuck, Khris. I know. It’s just… I feel bad about it already. You know, it was
the only reason I haven’t chosen Gen as my queen.”

“I know…” Khris gave a small smile, “I bet you do wish to have an omega now; to
help you through this phase.”

“You have no idea. I’m afraid I’m going to lose my mind if she keeps at it any
longer.”

“You can always join me in the lower city-“

“Yeah?” Jareath laughed. “And give poor Chat a heart attack.”

Khris joined his king’s laughter.

“Oh, yeah… I can actually imagine him in the same room with you, reminding you
to keep it quiet so that no one would hear the King knotting a whore.”

“He would totally do that.”

“Jare, please tell me you will treat your new omega right.” Khris added
seriously, after his laughter ended.

The King’s face wrinkled as if he tasted something really sour.

“Oh, gods! I have to, don’t I? I mean I will end up choosing a hideous omega as
my queen and I guess it is a kind of payback for what I did to Sareah.”

“How do you know the omega is ugly?”

“You kidding me? They’re offering the strongest omega; not the fairest of them
all. I have seen some strong omegas before at freak shows: with facial hair and
half a knot. Oh, gods! Please let him clear of a knot. I don’t think I can
regard the peace agreement that precious if he has an ounce of a knot.”

“You might be surprised.”

“What?!” Jareath believed for moment that his cousin implied he might enjoy a
knot, but Khris’ face showed no sign of amusement. “Wait a minute, have you
seen him?”

“The brother of Saltuan Beay? Yeah, I fought with him.”

“What? You have to tell me, how does he look?”

“Hmmm, he has red, unruly beard and only one huge eye. Also, his legs are
deformed by prolonged horse riding and he smells like a dead fish and-” Khris
could not finish his sentence. The expression on the King’s face was so funny
that he could not stop the laughter rising from depths of his chest.

The loud chuckle dispelled the Alpha’s horror fast,

“You bastard! Were you lying to me? To your King, your Alpha?”

“You should have seen your face. Oh, my Lord, you are so easy to play with.”

“You tell me how he looks like?”

“Nope. I think it is only fair for you to wait and see. You know, I don’t want
you to start suffering so early.”

“He’s ugly, isn’t he? He is… Khris, you fucking bastard tell me!”

But Khris did only continue to laugh, louder and louder.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The convoy was long and secretive. The security was at its highest since the
war. Jareath knew the secrecy was mostly due to Chat’s impossible efforts to
keep this arrangement hidden from palace gossip. Poor guy arranged the whole
things so professionally that everyone in the Central clan believed that it was
Kirgheaz tradition to keep the omega-bride veiled until the mating ceremony. On
the other hand, the Kirgheaz believed that it was Go’assa customs that the
King’s betrothed being treated sacred and kept hidden from the prying eyes.
Jareath had no idea how Chat managed such a risky game. Even though the two
clans did not enjoy each other’s company and had absolute minimum conversation
only when necessary, keeping such a big secret was not a small game.

The fights would be kept secret too. The Kirgheaz were told that the King was a
jealous alpha and did not want anyone to witness the performance of his bride-
to-be. On the other hand, the rest of the kingdom would only hear of the events
as the King’s efforts to court the omega: No fights whatsoever, but only
romantic walks in the king’s forest and as such. Jareath appreciated the effort
everyone of his entourage put in together to keep both sides satisfied and
happy. Now, the only thing he had to do was to fight with an omega and finish
this farce.

The bride-to-be, Jensene, was riding inside the only palanquin of the convoy,
hidden from the all eyes. Jareath had requested it specifically; afraid of what
everyone would say seeing how un-omega his betrothed was. While waiting for the
convoy to arrive to the capital city, he had heard a lot about Jensene. The
omega was considered old in Kirgheaz customs. Apparently, they tended to get
married as early as thirteen years of age. Thank the gods, Jensene was
seventeen. Even though Jaretah wanted to have the eternal peace between the
clans, he would draw the line at marrying a fucking kid.

The news about Jensene, the omega brother of Saltuan Beay was long and scary.
Apparently, more than hundreds of alphas had asked for his hand since he had
reached the age of thirteen, but no one so far had won any fight and deserved
the right to marry him. And this information scared Jareath, like a lot. He had
seen the alphas of Kirgheaz fighting. They might be smaller in size, but they
were no weaklings. They were scary beasts and Jareath did not want to imagine
what kind of freak this Jensene kid was to be able to win against a hundred
alphas. It was also a total mystery for him as to why any hot-blooded alpha
would want this freak’s hand. Chat had said half of the Kirgheaz realm’s alphas
were hoping that the King could not win the fight and would end up returning
Jensene back to them. Khris had added that the other half had already been
mated.

At first, Jareath just laughed at the chance of him losing the fights. He was
the Alpha-King. And he fucking knew how to fight. Apart from his alpha blood
and power, he was very skilled in the arena. However, his wise men warned him
that his Alpha-blood line or King-power would do nothing in a fight against
this omega who was neither his mate, nor had accepted him as the Alpha-King
yet. Jareath was a scary soldier and a skilled warrior, but when Khris had
offered him some reminder sessions in the training room, he was not stupid to
be blinded by his pride. Khris had seen the omega fighting before and if he
believed his king needed some reminders, Jareath was not going to refuse. In
the end, he did not want to be in a position to explain to his subjects why his
omega bride-to-be was returning back to his home in case he lost against the
freak.

He rose from his deep thoughts with a poke from his cousin; the palanquin had
stopped in front of him, expecting the welcome. Jareath wished strength from
the gods so that he could manage to hide his disgust when he saw his betrothed
for the first time. He gestured the servants to open the curtains. Lucky for
him, the omega was sitting alone in the palanquin; so if he did something
stupid there would not be too many witnesses. The boy was dressed in a way that
Jareath could not make the shape of his body. However, when the young omega
raised his head, Jareath saw his eyes behind the delicate tulle dropping from
his head.

And they were breathtakingly beautiful.

Jareath could not see the rest of his face since Jensene’s mouth was covered
with a dark green, silken purdah. But the eyes, the big, bright green, eyes;
covered with long black lashes and marked by smoky kohl… Beautiful was not
enough to explain the feelings the omega had raised in his chest.

Jareath felt as if his lungs stopped working or his heart skipped some beats.
He could not remember the protocol -a first, in his ten years of rule. He just
stood there like an imbecile and stared at the beautiful eyes of the omega. He
only came to his senses when Khris elbowed him… again.

“Ohm.. Yes. I, the King of the known world and the Alpha of the seven clans,
welcome you, Jensene from Saltuan Beaylikh.”

He waited for the omega’s voice which he was sure going to be the sweetest
sound he had heard, but the ugly voice of the delegate standing next to the
palanquin responded instead.

“We thank you, my King, for accepting us in your palace. We thank you, my Alpha
to challenge our omega.”

The curtain was closed again, hiding those beautiful eyes from Jareath. The
rest of the night was only the most boring protocol; dinner with the alpha
delegates.

Later, Jareath was told that the veil and the secretive clothes were all Chat’s
doing. Somehow he managed to make the delegates believe that it was the King’s
customs. The Duke of Narzan was afraid that in the slight chance that the King
lost the fight, no one in the rest of the kingdom should recognize the omega.
This way, Jareath could easily marry another one from Kirgheaz realm without
losing face in his kingdom. It was a clever plan. Although Jareath felt
insulted that his chief negotiator considered the chance of him losing, he
appreciated the effort. On the other hand, after seeing the bewitching eyes, he
was no longer dead certain that he would win. The omega made him forget his
words with only looking at him; Jareath had no idea how to fight with him if he
actually saw his whole face. Maybe that was the reason behind hundreds of
alphas losing against him; no one could lift a hand against this bewitching
beauty.

When Khris found him at his chambers, Jareath was trying to imagine how the
rest of the face was. It was preparation for the fights, he tried to convince
himself.

“Don’t tell me you are daydreaming about an omega whose face you haven’t seen
yet?”

“How did…”He realized the slip too late and tried to change it, “No, no. Of
course not. I was just thinking about the last finance meeting.”

“Of course, you were… Though… I did not know you love finance that much.” Khris
answered with a smirk, gesturing the boner Jareath had not realized he was
sporting.

“Shit!” He pulled one of the books and placed it on top of his erection. “Damn
it.”

“Pull yourself together, Jareath. You’re thirty five, not a teenager. I mean,
you’ve had your share of omegas and betas so far. You should not get affected
this much.”

“Shut up, Khris.” He defended himself automatically. Then, he decided to
confide in his cousin, “I’m screwed, man. I… I have to knot him or… I don’t
know. I don’t think I can handle not having him.”

“Gods! Seriously?! Man… you only saw his what, eyes and even that was behind
the veil.”

“I don’t care!” he suddenly got up to get closer to his cousin, but Khris’
mocking eyes on his boner forced him go back to his chair. “You have seen him
before. Without the veil. You got to tell me. Is he... Is the rest of him as
stunning as his eyes?”

“What happened to the freak, or hideous?” Khris mocked his cousin, but could
not continue against Jareath’s begging eyes. “Oh my! I thought I had seen the
end of those puppy eyes when you popped your fucking knot.”

“Khris, please.”

“OK, OK. I haven’t seen much of him. Kirgheaz warriors, all of them cover their
mouths when they fighting with the enemy. But after a while I saw him without
any veil. He is gorgeous, Jare. I mean, I saw omegas coming from elfin
ancestors and this kid, Jensene, he is something else.”

Jareath groaned instead of an answer. That was what he was afraid of.

“Also, you should know that he is an amazing fighter. I saw him fighting on a
horse with a bow bigger than anything I’ve seen before. He killed many of our
men and not because they were dazzled by his beauty. He’s fierce with his bow
and quite talented on a horse.”

“I don’t care how I do it, I’m gonna get his hand. I… I don’t know what is
happening to me. Do you think it’s a spell?”

“Yeah, right. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t think Jensene thinks that you’re
such a catch. The rumor has it that his brother had to threaten him with exile
to make him accept the Beays’ decision. You are still the enemy king for him.”

“He hates me?” Jareath did not expect this. He did not realize that he was
hoping the omega thought the same about him, but ‘hate’? “Really?”

“Gods, I’m leaving. I cannot deal with this. I’ll send some teenage girls to
your room. You can gossip and cry for your loves together.” Khris walked out of
the room right away but he still heard the angry ‘fuck you’ just before closing
the doors.
[jareath divider]
The days after the omega’s arrival had passed with Jareath looking for excuses
to see him. He had tried having a feast, but Chat had decided against it. After
all the Duke had done to keep the omega hidden, he had no intention of the King
ruining his plans. Jareath had then offered to have a hunting party, but this
time it was Khris who declined; claiming that it was not safe until the mating
was official for the King to be with the Kirgheaz party while they were all
armed. After several unsuccessful attempts, the Alpha had no choice but wait
for the day of the challenge.
As in Kirgheazean customs, there were supposed to be three different matches
between the omega and the alpha, two of which would be decided by the omega and
one by the alpha. However, Chat had already decided Jareath’s part without
asking him since apparently it was some kind of tradition for the alphas to
choose wrestling. It was to show how strong –and horny, if Jareath was to say
anything- they were. Jensene had already informed the delegates that he had
chosen horse riding and archery. The matches were scheduled as one in each
week, starting with archery, then wrestling and ending with horse riding.
It had been one week since Jareath saw those enchanting eyes. All his attempts
to meet the omega one more time were declined respectfully either by Kirgheaz
party or by his own men. While he was running after the sweet omega like a
horny dog, Khris kept forcing him to train archery, wrestling and horse riding.
And the nights have passed with Jareath trying to convince his beta wife to
return her marital bed. He had no luck in that end either.
When the long expected day arrived, Jareath could not sleep more than one hour
with the excitement. He woke up before anyone in the palace, maybe except his
nanny Samanthee. He started his day with a long run in the palace garden, then
with a hearty breakfast. By the time the sun-mother rose up on the sky, Jareath
was already a big ball of nerves.
“Can you take it easy, Jareath? Your freaking pheromones are driving everyone
in the palace into heat or rut.” He heard Khris complaining.
“What?”
“You don’t notice? All of the alphas are sporting a boner and all the omegas
are going crazy. You’ve disrupted the omegas’ heat cycles, man. All the omegas
living in a five mile radius went into heat. The palace is working properly
only because of overworking betas, and even they are getting restless.”
“All except my fucking wife.”
That got a hearty laugh from his cousin. “Do all of us a favor; disregard
whatever Chat tells you and get some. Secretly, of course.”
“You know I cannot. This close to the mating ceremony, the Kirgheazeans would
take it only as an insult, a great one.”
“I know but you have never been such a stickler for the rules.” Khris asked
with a crooked eyebrow.
“I… I just don’t want Jensene to hate me even more.”
“As if I don’t even know you, man! When did you become such a loser!”
Their friendly banter was cut half when the bells announced it was time of the
antelope; it was time for the first match.
The Kirgheazeans were ready and seated when Jareath arrived. The King’s side
was filled by his closest entourage and the Elite guards. While Jareath was
getting ready for the competition, Chat gave a long and boring talk to all
those who were waiting. It was only when Jareath took his place on the range,
he could see Jensene. He was stunning.
[jensen]


Jareath could not take his eyes from the perfect figure, even though the tunic
and loose pants covering all of his features… He was simply perfect! Jareath
could only see his face from the profile, but it was enough to steal his
breath. Jensene was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, he had no
doubts. He watched with awe how the pretty omega was straining his bow
gracefully. The bow was a piece of art too; looked like it belonged to the
ancient gods. It looked strong and fierce and even though it was a giant bow it
somehow fit perfectly at the hands of the green eyed omega. Jensene carefully
placed his arrow and aimed at the target. Jareath could not look at anywhere
except the omega’s pretty, freckled -Gods! fucking freckled- face. He only took
his gaze away when the cheers rose from the audience; only then Jareath saw
that his omega’s arrow hit the target right at the bull’s eye. Khris’ polite
cough brought him to the real world and he too shot his arrow. Another bull’s
eye. The King’s entourage got crazy with cheers.

The second round was the same. However, just before Jareath’s third round, the
wind changed and brought the sweetest smell of the omega right into his nose.
Jareath felt drunk right at that moment, his eyesight hindered, his hands
started shaking and he completely forgot what he was doing. He barely heard
Khris’ voice as if it was coming behind a wall of water. He tried shaking his
head but that sweetest scent had already taken him under its spell. He saw from
the peripheral vision that the omega was watching him; smiling cruelly too. ‘He
knows’ Jareath thought. Jensene knew what he was doing to the alpha. And the
last few brain cells he had that was still working told Jareath how much the
omega was enjoying his effect on him. However, this knowledge had no help when
he shot the arrow towards the target. Jareath had started learning how to use
weapons since he was a four years old kid. So he had only his muscle memory to
thank when his arrow actually hit the target, barely.

There were two other rounds but Jensene did not miss a single round, hitting
the bull’s eye each and every one; leaving Jareath at 5 to 4 disadvantage. When
it was over, the omega walked towards the King and gave him a salute; but if
you asked Jareath it was full of mockery. The Kirgheaz party left the archery
range with joy. Jareath watched their happy encounter with red hot jealousy. He
watched the alphas, old and young to pat his omega on the back, his omega! They
kept touching the green eyed, freckled omega, as if they were deliberately
working on driving him mad. As if they were trying to show off, to rub it on
his face; those bastards! How dare them to touch what was his. He was the Alpha
of the realm and-

“Jareath! Jareath! Pull it together! Alpha!”

He came to his senses; barely. Khris was shaking him. He first felt anger that
one of his subjects was touching him, but slowly he realized how rest of his
clan was shaking, on their knees.

“What the hell! Khris, why is everyone- oh Gods! Get up, everyone, leave me!”

The entourage left the range leaving the King with his cousin. They were
visibly shaking even while walking away. Jareath finally managed to see his
cousin’s situation. Khris was no better than the rest of his people. Probably
only his blood relation to the Alpha kept him sane and strong.

“I’m… I’m sorry Khris.”

“It’s OK…” Khris managed speaking after a long breath. “All the ancient gods
and goddesses! Apparently, you can drive all of us to the frenzy. Alpha, you
have damn strong influence, and believe me that’s an understatement.”

“I… This never happened before, Khris. I mean… It is not the first time I find
an omega attractive and beautiful and pretty-”

“I think I get the idea, Jare. So what? You think he’s your true mate.”

“What? You think so?”

“Seriously, Jare? I mean, you don’t believe those old hags’ stories either. I
know you.” After a long look at his heavy-breathing cousin, he continued, “True
mate or true lust… you’re definitely reacting him strongly.”

“Isn’t this-” Jareath gestured his southern regions ineffectively, “this crap
supposed to affect him as well? I mean, omegas are supposed to respond to the
alphas, right?”

“I don’t know.” Khris shrugged, “Apparently not. Maybe because he’s younger. I
mean he’s really young.”

“Yeah, he is.” Before he could indulge in the sweet memory of his omega, Khris
shook him.

“Not again, Jare. Please not again. I cannot take it again.”

“Fuck! OK, OK. I’m leaving into my chambers. Send Gen to me. And Khris… Make it
quick.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
He was burning. That’s what it was. He could feel his blood evaporating in his
vessels, making him ready to explode with the resulting pressure. He did not
know how he made it to his bedroom. He did tell his personal servants to stay
out, though he was not sure if anyone in his realm could do anything staying
next to him –ah! except his wife. She entered the room with that look on her
beautiful face; the one that always drove Jareath crazy: the impenetrable,
stubborn, unyielding look.

“You asked for me?” Genevvea asked, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Enough is enough, Gen!” He could not help raising his voice. He was losing it
and his wife was still being a stubborn beta! “I gave you more than enough
time. Your place is my bed when I ask for it!” He pulled her to the bed.

“Yeah?” The beta faced him; her anger was like a fire burning in her eyes. “So
that when you are pumped up with that omega bitch’s scent you can use me to get
relaxed. I don’t think so.”

She was crying and if it was any other time, Jareath would feel bad. He
understood it was hard for her. When Jareath eventually would appoint Jensene
as the queen, he would be higher than Gen in their family and a beta under an
omega was completely unheard of. However, now was not the time that Jareath
could think with his brain or with his hearth. Now, he was ruled by his knot,
all his Alpha power was demanding release. Still, he did not want to hurt his
wife’s feelings more than necessary. He opened up his trousers and let his hard
cock out. He knew his scent would help his wife to submit.

“Come on, baby. You know how much I missed you.” He tried to be as soft as
possible; held her tiny shoulders gently and pulled her a little closer.
“Didn’t you miss me? It’s been two weeks.”

His efforts were apparently worth nothing. Genevvea rose his head up and looked
directly his eyes.

“No!”

Jareath could feel her lust. She was dying to give in too, but her stubborn
nature, her fucking anger –and if Jareath was honest her pain too-was too
strong. Jareath tried to be soft and understanding and shit; but he was an
alpha. Fuck! he was the Alpha. He could not allow any of his subjects to refuse
submitting to him. Yet here he was, his wife of five years was refusing him.

“You’re my beta! You’re to submit or else!” He yelled.

Something from back of his mind was telling him that he was going to pay for
it, but he could not listen. He tore up her pretty dress under her cries and
pushed her onto the bed.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roared. “I know you want it. How can’t you? Half the
palace is burning with lust.” He finally reached under her panties. His hand
came back soaked. “You’re so fucking wet, Gen. Tell me, if this isn’t for me,
are you lusting for someone else?”

“No.” She whimpered.

Her legs started shaking and Jareath realized –even under the heavy fog of his
fury- that she was coming. He only touched her and she was coming.

“Fuck! You were dying, weren’t you? But you’d prefer suffering through it
instead of submitting to your alpha!” He attacked her breasts which were so
pretty and small in his hands. She whimpered and to his surprise came again,
right into his hands.

The room filled with pheromones, his beta’s juice was delicious and calling to
him. Jareath covered his aching dick with his wife’s juices and pushed into her
ruthlessly. Her cry told him that he was being rough; but he could not stop
himself. If she got tight during the days she was hiding from her husband, it
was not Jareath’s fault. The tightness around him was delicious. He could not
give her anytime and started pumping again and again. It was only Genevvea’s
bawling that brought him back to reality.

“Please, Jay, please no knot.”

Jareath realized he was trying to push his knot into his poor wife. Betas could
not take knots as easy as omegas. In their case, Gen was so tiny compared to
Jareath that he could have damaged her if he pushed too much. He had never been
this careless before. He had never pushed deep enough that his knot even
touched her; she was so delicately tiny. However, in his current lust, he
apparently not only pushed way deeper than had ever done, he even tried to knot
her.

“It’s OK. It’s OK. Shhh.” He stopped for a moment. He was still crazy with
lust, he needed to come but he could finally control himself. “Hold it for me,
babe. Hold on to my knot. Your alpha’s knot, baby.”

Gentle, tiny fingers wrapped around his knot and squeezed lightly.

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” And finally Jareath was coming. He came so much that it run
down all the way to the beta’s feet. Her cunt was spasming around his cock
while her fingers were mimicking the action on his knot. “I love you, Gen. I
love you so much!” He breathed into her neck while kissing without a break. He
let go of all that pressure and stress and craziness into his beta.

When he was done spurting into her, Jareath turned on his side and pulled his
tiny wife on top of him. Genevvea was wiped out, but she held on his alpha’s
shoulders and snuggled into his neck.

“I’m sorry I was too pushy, Gen.” He finally confessed, seeing the bruises his
beta was wearing. She had used to wear them proudly, but recently their love
life became something they both dreaded. “But-.”

“I know.” The beta’s voice was stern. “Your precious omega made you crazy. You
think I’m stupid, Jay?”

“Wha?! No?”

“I hear about the secrecy. They don’t even allow you to see him, as if he is an
ancient walking among us.”

“Gen, baby-”

“Don’t baby me!” She was yelling again, and Jareath had no idea where she found
any strength after their session. “They make you all wired up about some stupid
bitch and you came to me after smelling his stinky ass!”

“Come on-”

“No!” She lifted her head to stare right into her alpha’s eyes, “No… What is
it? He is so noble that you cannot touch him before the ceremony. I don’t
remember you paying that much attention to my honor. You certainly had tons of
fun with me before you took my virginity in this bed. What? I’m not as noble?
Or you think this honor thing is only for omegas and not required for betas?”
She was breathing heavily when she was done.

“You hear what you say? I mean, they treat their omegas like my grand-grand
alpha, and you’re jealous of it? You’d prefer me to treat you like a freaking
barbarian, Gen? Do you want me to use the old traditions and keep you under a
veil in all times and away from all alphas including your own family? If this
is what you want, if it makes you feel more important, sure thing. From now on
you cannot see any alpha without my presence and no one can see your pretty
face except me and your omega servants!”

“Gimme a break!”

“What? What do you want me to do, then, Gen? I’m genuinely asking. What do you
expect me to do?”

And she started crying. The sobs took her breath away, her petite shoulders
shaking under Jareath’s hands.

She managed to make word between the sobs.

“He’s gonna give you an heir, Jay… I know how much you want it…. I know… how
every alpha wants it… Do you… do you have to… make him your queen too?”

Gods! Was there any rest for him?

“Gen, I explained to you. It was in the cease-fire agreement. For them, it’s OK
for omegas to be queen. Hell, the fucking savages even send their omegas to
war.”

“But what about me?”

“Babe, you’re my first and only-”

“Save it to someone who believes your lies, Jay. I have no position. If he
insists, I’m out of the picture in that minute. He will be protected with his
kid and on top of that he will have power over me.”

“No.”

“You really believe that. He is Kirgheazean; I’m from Darksea. Do you think
he’s gonna forget everything and we kiss and make up.”

“Yes.” Jareath pulled his wife’s face toward him again. “We’re in peace now.
And I don’t care who is the fucking queen, Gen. I’m the alpha and no one can
tell me who I can bed with or not.”

“You mean other than your favorite wife.”

And that shut him up. He had no excuse and how fucking unfair it was that it
had been Genevvea to force the other omega leave. Now, she was afraid of to be
the victim of such crime and hell, Jareath had done it in the past and to an
omega nevertheless. She was right to be afraid; there was not a big pressure
against divorcing betas, not like divorcing omegas. Betas could take care of
themselves and they had no kids; they were not like omegas who needed constant
protection. And if Jareath had divorced his omega wife because of his beta,
then…

“I promise you. I’d never… Fuck, I could never leave you. I love you so much,
babe.” He kissed her beautiful dark hair. “Hey, look at me. You know how I felt
about Sareah, you know how I feel about you. Do you really think that I could
leave you?”

His beta only shook her head; it did not look like she was convinced, but
still, it was thousand times better than a new argument.
[jareath divider]


Jareath decided he could not wait until the next fight to see his omega. After
pushing Chat enough number of times, he managed to have a congratulatory lunch.
He asked for an impressive one to one lunch where he could show off his riches
and indulge his omega. However, the Kirgheazeans were apparently overprotective
of their omegas during the ‘courting’-Jareath could never understand how it was
OK to send their omegas to war but not let them have a lunch with their
prospective alphas. There was not much that the Alpha could do but accept the
five other Kirgheazeans to the lunch too. Luckily, Chat managed it so that
Jensene sat next to him.

It was a little embarrassing the way Kirgheazeans eat. They disregarded the
presence of the gold coated spoons and drank directly from the finely engraved
cups. And what was unbelievable was that Jensene still looked as attractive as
before when he was eating like common folk. His eyes were shining with pure
happiness, speaking very lightly and short; smiling like a nymph showing his
face after the storm. Jareath finally had a chance to watch his beautiful face.

“I wanted to congratulate you, Jensene for your success on archery range.”
Jareath finally collected all his courage and spoke directly to the omega.

Jensene turned his whole attention to the Alpha and gave him a dazzling smile,

“My lord was not bad himself. If it wasn’t a fluke on one of the rounds, we
were at a draw.” The omega replied and he did something unspeakable to Jareath.
He bit his pink, lush lips in a very suggestive way.

Jareath did not know if the omega was being sarcastic or just flirtatious or
just… He did not know what to think. Those white perfect teeth on the kissable
lips sent his brain to short-circuit. And if it was not for Khris asking about
the food to Jensen, he might have done something stupid like kissing his
betrothed in front of all the Kirgheazeans.

However hard it was sitting next to this precious beauty, nothing prepared
Jareath for witnessing the triple layer chocolate cake eating Jensene. The
omega turned into lust personified right in front of him. The way he sucked the
spoon, licked his lips… The moaning… Gods! He was moaning right next to Jareath
and if enduring this without attacking the omega right in front of his clan did
not prove how worthy the King was, he did not know what else would show his
strength. Luckily, this time another Kirgheazean came to his help and he
stopped Jensene’s attempts to turn Jareath to a mad person. The omega even
apologized and something remarkable happened, he blushed. His pretty face
turned into the sweetest pink and he bowed his head. Jareath could not speak
even after the group left the table; he only looked appealed after his omega.

“OK. That went better than I was afraid of.” Khris announced after a relived
breath.

“Yeah?” Jareath dropped his head into the dinner table. “Khris, I have no
chance against him. I mean, I got only a whiff of his scent and I lost where I
was. How could I keep myself together when I actually touch him? I… I don’t
know if I can.”

Whatever Jareath was expecting it was not his cousin’s laugh.

“How could you laugh right now? I’m gonna lose my true mate and you’re
laughing?”

“Oh, now you believe the old-wife’s tales? I do not believe that shit; but
whatever it is, you’re so much gone for him that there is no coming back. Look
how blind you become.” When he saw that the Alpha had no idea what he was
talking about, Khris continued, “I’m talking about that you don’t see how crazy
the omega is for you?”

“Wha?”

“He was practically wagging his sweet tail, my Lord. He could not help what he
was doing.”

“You think he likes me?”

Khris did not know if it was funny or pathetic that the great King, their Alpha
was asking questions which would fit better in the mouth of a teenage girl.

“Tell me you didn’t see how he was biting his lips, showing his tongue, moaning
or blushing or looking at you under his girly lashes.”

The grin that grew on Jareath’s face was the most stupid one Khris had ever
seen.

“My Lord. I meant what I said but it doesn’t mean that it is going to be easy
to win the fight.”

“But… but if he wants it too, surely he would…”

“It’s a matter of honor for Kirgheazeans and honor is everything for them. He
cannot help but will try his best. And, I’m sorry but so far it seems you’re
losing your head more than him.”

“You think? I… I cannot lose him, Khris.”

“And you won’t, my Lord. If he has some advantages over you, do not think you
won’t have anything over him.”
[jared]
Jareath could not figure out what his cousin meant until the day of wrestling.
Khris decided he was the one to prepare the Alpha for the fight and he did a
remarkable job if he was honest with himself. Jareath, the Alpha, was standing
at the arena, naked if not for his fashionably short loincloth. Khris had asked
the servants to oil the Alpha’s tanned body and now he was shining under the
afternoon sun. The king’s hair was prepared by the royal barber. Thin braids
were keeping his shoulder length hair away from his face, meeting at the back
of his head, leaving rest of his hair free to move with the wild wind.

When the Alpha stood at the arena, Khris was not ashamed to admit to himself
that he looked gorgeous. His strong body was firm enough to make blushing
virgins drool. However, nothing said that his efforts worth something like the
amazed looks the omega gave when he first saw the Alpha he was going to wrestle
with. The boy looked as if he was struck by a spell. Lucky for the King, the
Kirgheazeans kept the boy covered head-to-toe. Khris was sure the whole
preparation would go to drain if Jensene showed even a little bit more skin.

At the first time since meeting with the omega, Jareath could do more than
staring at his beauty. Jensene was as beautiful as always but he also looked
bewildered watching Jareath’s body. At first the Alpha felt humiliated that he
was showing off like an adolescent alpha who got some muscle on his bones.
However, seeing the lust in his omega’s eyes, he felt content.

After hearing the gong announcing the start of the match, they walked towards
each other, middle of the ring. Jareath knew that his opponent would be fast,
being young and so tiny. He had to use his strength for his advance and should
not let him play catch. On the other hand, what he trusted most was the stupid
elixir Khris gave him. It blocked one’s sense of smell completely. Jareath
could not sense the sweetest scent that had turned his head around last time;
he remembered longingly.

Jensene attacked suddenly, trying to get a hold of the Alpha, but Jareath was a
good wrestler. He did learn from the best and he kept learning by training with
his soldiers too. There was a lot he learnt from his soldiers, including many
dirty tricks. One of those was to tangle the opponent’s dress to immobilize one
or two limbs; which Jareath did promptly. With a single hand move, he tangled
up the arms of Jensene’s tunic; keeping his hands bound at his back.

“You let yourself disarmed right away.” Jareath could not help but tease even
though he knew how much it would anger the boy.

“This is cheating. Fight me like a man, alpha.” The omega answered, his green
eyes shooting fire.

“Cheating?” Jareath answered easily, securing his position, “This is winning,
kiddo. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing to you. I’m not using any weapons but
my body and your own tiny one.”

Jensene was small. Now that Jareath finally pushed him to the floor, and kept
him under him, he could feel how tiny the omega actually was under all those
fabric. It caused a distraction to feel the omega’s body under him, as it was
supposed to be, as it was going to be when he finally would knot… This kind of
thinking was going to finish him, Gods damn it. It already gave the omega an
opportunity and the boy freed his hands and was trying to squeeze out. However,
seeing his omega trying to escape under him brought something animalistic -
okay, more animalistic- in Jareath. He growled and pulled the boy under his
body with his inhuman strength and lied down on the omega; plastering him on
the floor.

The gong was hit after the necessary ten breaths were passed but Jareath could
only let the omega go after Khris politely reminded him that it was over. The
Alpha helped Jensene up, and congratulated him smiling. However, his good mood
was gone in a moment when he saw that the Kirgheazeans scolding the poor boy
after they congratulated Jareath.
[jareath divider]


Khris found the King in the bathhouse after the wrestling.

“You know everybody in the Kirgheazeans talks about how incredibly worthy of an
alpha you are, right now. Apparently, so far you’re the only one that could
manage to bring that boy’s back to the floor.” He started smiling, but his
happy mood dropped when he saw his king’s face. “Jareath, why are you not
happy. You won. So far the score is one-one.”

“I feel like I cheated.”

“Why?”

“That scent-blocker. I am perfectly sure, if it was not there, if I could smell
him… I would have no chance.”

“I know. I’m actually sure of it. Especially, after learning that someone gave
Jensene mucnhin-root.”

“The hell is it?”

“It is a root mostly used by omega prostitutes that can give their scent the
power of heat.” Khris replied with his knowing smile.

“You’re saying Jensene’s scent turned my head because it was powered by this
freaking root?”

“Yeah. Since only virgin omegas go through these fights, none could be in
heat.”

“No kidding. Who could fight with an omega when he was in heat? And I don’t
care how strong these Kirgheazean omegas are; no omega can get close to an
alpha and not hump if they’re in heat.”

“I know. But apparently, it was not improper for omegas to use different
methods to give themselves any advantages. So, it is not even something they
hide that Jensene used mucnhin-root.”

“Fucking barbarians.”

“I don’t know man. I kinda started enjoying their traditions. It gives enough
power to omegas to do whatever they want.”

“Yeah, tricking and fighting their alpha, so fucking noble.” Jareath grumbled.
Omegas are not supposed to be fighting anyone. Their place is inside their
home, protected and cherished by their alpha.

“You are not his alpha yet, Jare. No matter how much you want to be.”

Jareath groaned, but Khris could not tell if it was because what they were
talking or due to the talented hands of the servant massaging his thighs.

“What are we going to do for the next round, Khris. I mean I saw his horse. And
we all know Kirgheaz men are legendary with horses.”

“You’re one of our best riders, Jareath.”

“Yeah, yeah… But this boy is fucking light, you saw how tiny he is.” He could
not help but remember the tiny figure under his body, trembling, shaking,
powerless. He came back to real world with Khris’ cough. Damn! He turned into a
teenage alpha. “I mean, his horse is better than anything I have ever seen, and
I have more than hundred pound disadvantage here. I can tell he considered all
these facts when he requested long race inside the forest. Tricksy, little
omega.”

“But, Jare; I don’t think making you fancy or blocking your nose would do us
any good. If we could make your scent stronger, maybe; but as far as I know,
you have to knot the omega to make your scent to effect him that much.”

Jareath gave his friend a big smile then.

“Oh, Khris. You’re brilliant!”
[jareath divider]


Since they had one lunch together already, it was not too hard to arrange
another one. Chat, bless his heart, again managed to keep Jensene next to
Jareath and this time they both had more than couple of sentences shared
between them. They even stayed after the desert –chocolate mousse covered,
berry pie this time- to listen to some music. This time, Jensene could keep his
chocolate joy a little bit more restrained, but Jareath was happy to enjoy his
blessed face a little bit longer because of it.

When the Kirgheazean group was leaving, Jensene did something unexpected and
held the Alpha’s hands.

“My Lord. I really want to congratulate you for your winning. You are a fierce
warrior and it was an honor to wrestle with you.”

“I… Ohm.. Thank you, Jensene. And please, call me Jareath. We have only one
round to be very intimate after all.”

Jensene blushed again, up to the tip of his ears; but managed to sound normal
somehow, even prideful. “I think it is wise to wait until the result of the
race, my Lord. Let the best rider win.”

“Certainly.”

Jareath let the warm hand to go after seeing the Kirgheazeans giving them nasty
eyes. After they left, Khris got closer to his cousin,

“So, you’re not gonna tell me what is this plan of yours. You seem awfully sure
of yourself.”

“Khris, my beloved cousin. Nothing is certain and I’m not sure.” The Alpha
replied, his eyes still lingering on the leaving omega. However, Khris could
bet his horse that his king was hiding something.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Jensene did not know what was happening to him. It should not be any different
than all the other times he had fought for his own hand; but this time, this
alpha… something was different. Very different. He had felt it even at the very
beginning when the King had lifted open his palanquin’s curtains. The very
first time he saw those big, hazel eyes looking at him; Jensene knew this alpha
was different. Up until that moment, Jensene had hated the guy. He was the King
who had declared war on them. He was the reason so many of his friends were
either dead or became a widow. He was the very reason Jensene’s father was
dead, killed by a traitorous arrow to his heart. Oh, how much Jensene had hated
the King.

When the elders had announced the peace, that Kirgheazeans were to submit to
the King; Jensene could not believe his own ears. Nobody could. It took them a
while to digest the news. And when his brother had told Jensene that he was to
marry the King, Jensene had seen red. He was almost going to yell at his
brother, or worse, strike him, his alpha brother. Luckily, his brother knew
Jensene well and he had been prepared. His siblings and cousins were all there
to catch him and hold him until he was calm enough to think clearly. Later, the
elders explained it to him that it was his mission; he was to submit to the
Alpha-King as his own alpha and to produce him heirs. When the elders gave him
the order, Jensene had no choice but obey. Even though he wanted to carve the
King’s heart out, he obeyed.

However, when he saw the Alpha for the first time; instead of attacking his
throat to kill him with his bare hands -because his family had seized all of
his weapons, even his penknife, his only way was to strangle- he got wet. It
was the very first time he felt getting wet when he was awake that is. Like
those sluts working for the army, he just peeked at the Alpha and his body
decided that it wanted him; his body, not him. Jensene had heard about how
omegas got slutty after their mating; he just never thought he would become
one. So far he was stronger, more agile and smarter than any of the alphas who
tried getting his hand; and he thought he was going to stay virgin and strong
until the Golden Phoenix would come for his soul.

Jensene had witnessed his threatening warrior friends turning into knot hungry
sluts after their mating. They were not even ashamed of what they had become
either. One day they were all riding their horses freely on the green
mountains, and the next, they preferred their alphas knot in their bitch-holes
instead of feeling the breeze on their face. Bitches! That’s what they were and
Jensene did not want to become one of them. He was not going to go under
another man whatever it was that everybody else said. Of course, nobody had
believed him. They all thought he was being childish and it was temporary.
Jensene was not the one who would listen to them, but it got harder to convince
even himself after what had happened in that wrestling match.

Remembering how very quickly he had been ended under the Alpha still made his
cock twitch and his ass leak. When Jensene had felt The King’s mountain of a
body on top of himself, he had totally forgotten all of his training. He had
had no idea where to put his hands. It was as if the Alpha’s body was made out
of fire and was burning wherever it touched him. It took all his willpower -and
some- to resist the urge to moan and hump into that muscled body. Jensene
remembered his previous wrestling matches. He had never had any problem before.
All the other alphas were so easy, so freaking easy; it was like a joke. He,
now, knew why they become like weak girls under him; and the knowledge only
made him angrier. He was no different than those hungry alphas who, upon
getting a whiff of Jensene’s scent, had turned into mindless animals; under the
complete rule of their knot.

Had Jareath too realized how miserable Jensene had become? He surely had; but
Jensene gave him some credit because the Alpha said or did nothing to implicate
this knowledge. Not that he had to. Jensene’s brother, Saltuan Beay, had
embarrassed him enough. He knew all his relatives expected him to win as he had
always done. Jensene knew that they wanted to show off their beaylik’s power.
It was normal for the families to boast about these fights, but this time it
was a little bit more serious. Even his brother -who had always encouraged him
to play less serious against all the other alphas, who had always told him that
it was time to leave, to build his own home with his own alpha- had asked him
to win. Jensene knew what he meant; the King of Central clan should lose. It
was petty, hell it was childish. The Alpha losing against an omega meant
nothing in these fights; happened all the time. However, Jensene had learnt
that Central clan’s traditions were not the same and apparently it was going to
be real humiliating for the Alpha if he lost. It was not like the King was
going to give them their freedom back or anything; but as long as Jensene would
not submit that murderous king, he would be happy. Even so, when his brother
brought him that disgusting elixir, made out of mucnhin-root; Jensene did not
want to accept. He did not want to win with the help of his ass, but his
brother, the Beay’s order was certain. However, at the end he had lost even
with the power of the mucnhin-root.

Most of the delegates were enjoying the fights, and even though they were
making some totally embarrassing comments; Jensene knew that it was no
different than any friendly mating-matches. They kept talking how crazy the
King got, how easily Jensene lost, how ridiculous their blushing was and so on.
He even heard some asking whether or not Jensene felt the alpha’s knot and how
big it actually was. Totally embarrassing, never mind Jensene himself had asked
similar questions when his best friend Myshea lost to his alpha. It was
different. They were friends and they were both omegas.

What really surprised him was the relaxation on the eyes of the delegates when
he had lost. Those bastards! Jensene knew they wanted him lose. If Jensene
lose, their own virgin omega relatives would be free of this risk. Not that he
could blame them.

“Jensene!”

He came to his senses when he heard his brother’s yelling.

“What the hell, boy?! Are you daydreaming or are you riding your horse?” His
brother’s horse now was nose to nose with his own. “If you ride like this,
maybe I should cancel the match and gave your hand to the King freely.”

Giving an omega’s hand without a mating-match was an ultimate insult for the
omega and his family; it only happened if the omega was not a virgin. It meant
that the omega’s family was ashamed and they did want to get rid of him/her.

“Sorry, alpha.” Jensene stopped his horse and bowed his head. His brother was
the family’s alpha and it was expected him to show upmost respect to him.
Saltuan was a rich and hence a powerful Beay. It was a known fact that not an
insignificant amount of that wealth came from the alphas who requested mating
match with Jensene. The more Jensene won the matches, more alphas sent request
for a match; offering more and more gold, horse or sheep. Not that Jensene
could claim any of it as his own. It was the family’s wealth and his brother
had sole power of it as the alpha.

“Maybe it is better that you learn how to treat your alpha. You know, if you
lose this match too, you need him to like you even after popping up your virgin
ass.”

“Saltuan! Please…” Jensene felt his face was getting red. Why did his brother
enjoy embarrassing him?

“Do not worry brother; it seems like it is going to take some time for the King
to fed up with your ass. He is pretty much drooling for you. Maybe you might
even manage to pop out an heir before he loses interest in your slutty hole.”

“Why are you doing this?” Jensene could not control his shrieking voice.
Saltuan might be his alpha but he had no right talking to him like this.

“Because I want you to see what is going to happen. He is not from our clan,
Jen. If you became his omega, you’re gonna be here with him and his clan alone;
away from all of us. And I do not wish this to happen to you. I do not wish you
to be here all by yourself. If he is not the kind of alpha to treat you with
respect and gentleness, who is going to protect you, your honor?” Saltuan
brought his horse even closer and held his brother’s arm with affection. “The
Central clan is different, brother. They do not treat their omegas like us.
I’m… If I only knew there was a slight risk that you could lose, I would never,
agree on this however hard the elders forced me. So, please don’t make me
regret this. Just win this freaking match and let’s go home. To our mountains,
huh?”

“Yes, brother.” Jensene felt horrible. His brother’s voice was full of
compassion even though Jensene had raised his voice against him. Nobody trusted
the King. It only now made sense that they offered an omega as old as Jensene
for this ‘honor’.But Jensene’s traitor omega body did not listen to any logic.
His body wanted to be close to the Alpha-King and rub himself all over that
huge, glistening, strong-

“Jensene!” His brother’s eyes were open with disgust, “Now you decided to
become a bitch?! Now! After refusing all those respectable alphas in our clan.
To our enemy?!” Jensene realized he was giving away pheromones like nobody’s
business and of course his brother felt it too. Shame covered his whole being.
“It is like that, then. You want to lose against a Central-alpha.”

After giving Jensene a long look, Saltuan left; his head was heavy with
sadness. Jensene swore loud and long; not caring who else was in ear-shot
distance.
[jensene divider]
The day of the riding match came and found Jensene under the fight between his
loyalty towards his family and the urges of his freaking body. But Jensene
could do it. He would. He had won every single riding race in his life and his
horse was a legend in Kirgheaz clan. He would win and go back to his mountains
and the hazel-eyed Alpha-King would become a painful memory to be forgotten.

He took his place at the beginning of the road, waiting for the King to arrive.
He sensed Jareath before he could see him. His body started to tingle with
pleasure, urging to get even closer to the Alpha. Closer, much, much closer...

“Hello, Jensene.” The King spoke; his voice was as sweet as the honeyed milk
they gave freely in the palace.

“My lord.” Jensene answered, head bowed; not necessarily due to respect, but
because he did not trust what he would do if he saw the Alpha’s hazel eyes
looking at him.

“As you said before, let the best rider win.”

Jensene only nodded. He wished they would hit the gong right away because he
sure as hell cannot hold on much longer standing next to the Alpha. Luckily,
there were no boring talks this time and as soon as the gong was heard, Jensen
rode forward with an experienced kick.

When he put some distance between him and the King, he dared to steal a look.
Jareath looked even more awesome, the way his unruly hair was waving with the
wind reminded Jensene the mountain lions that he had hunted before the war. The
Alpha looked even bigger on his strong horse. When he realized the King was
closing the distance, Jensene pulled himself together and pushed his horse even
more. The path was not as long as Jensene preferred, but it was long enough to
make Jareath’s horse tired. After a while, Jensene did not feel the presence of
the Alpha on his neck and he let himself and his horse relax a little. The wind
on his face made him feel free again, as if he was back at his mountains. The
fresh forest smell made his lungs rejoice. He knew he was getting closer to the
finish line. This craziness would be over soon. He would no longer worry about
the mountainous body or hazel eyes. He would be free.

It was then Jensene realized the forest smell had turned into something
sweeter, more pleasant. It did not take too long to see the reason behind this
delightful scent that stole his heart. It was a magnificent scene; Jensene had
never seen anything like it before. It was fascinating and other-worldly
beautiful: Both sides of the track were covered with flowers of different
colors and their collective scent was beyond anything Jensene had ever sensed.
The colors were fitting together perfectly; it was as if Treeshia, the goddess
of the mountains herself landed here and built this combination with her own
hands. Jensene could recognize the deep red colored roses and the white daisies
next to them. He could also recognize the lilacs and the jasmines but there
were so many more different kinds; different colors, shapes, beauties… and
together they looked like the Garden of the Ancients that the priests always
talked about.

Jensene did not realize that he had slowed down to touch the flowers. He was
not sure if this was real or maybe he was dead and arrived to the Garden to be
with his ancestors. The violet flowers felt like velvet, soft and delicate
under his hands. The scent was getting into his head and driving him drunk. And
suddenly he saw the Alpha, fierce as ever with a smile on his face. He passed
Jensene with ease and even winked him.

He fucking winked him! Jensene came back to himself and kicked his horse but he
knew it was too late. The Alpha was almost at the finish line. The King tricked
him; he was the one behind this witchery, Jensene knew it in his bones. He
could swear on his father’s ashes that the smug bastard had prepared the
flowers knowing how it would affect him-the boy from the mountains. He could
see it clearly from that grin, that wink… Fucking cheater!

When Jensene arrived at the finish line, he saw the King’s men were
celebrating. Even Kirgheazeans were celebrating. He was just about to jump off
his horse when he saw that the King was standing next to him; offering is hand
for help. The Alpha himself, as if he was a plain stable-boy, helped Jensene
get off the horse under the surprised looks from everyone.

“You rode well, Jensene.” He spoke again with that sweet voice and not lacking
any of his general smugness.

“But you won, your Majesty!” Jensene replied; he barely stopped himself
spitting out the words.

“Barely, if I may say. I saw you enjoyed my garden on the way.”

The cocky bastard!

“Yeah. It is odd that it was as if you knew how much I would enjoy it.”

“A man can hope.”

“Or cheat?” Jensene could not stop himself this time.

“I’d never.” Jareath said but his face announced the exact opposite. “If we
consider that using beauty to distract the opponents is cheating, I’d say
you’re cheating from the start, Jensene. Surely, my garden is nothing compared
to your beauty.”

Jensene could not answer. He felt his cheeks burning, again. The Alpha was too
close. And then he got even closer and held -held!- Jensene’s hand. Jareath’s
hands were like a giant’s; Jensene’s was dwarfed inside those huge paws. Then,
the King did something unheard –again- he brought Jensene’s hand to his lips
and kissed his hand.

Jensene felt as if his hand was seared by it. His cock rose to occasion and his
ass squirted hell of a lot juice. If the Alpha’s eyes any indication, Jareath
felt the affect he had on the omega.

“I look forward to seeing you at the dinner, Jensene.”
[jareath divider]


“You sly dog!” Khris’s voice boomed in the big bedroom.

“Hey! I’m still your king.” Jareath responded with a smile.

“And apparently, being a king has no effect on your shamelessness. You really
asked them to build a flower garden?” He gave a friendly fist to the Alpha’s
shoulder. “Genius!”

“Oh, what can I say? I’m what I’m.”

“Shut up! So, I heard that the ceremony is in two weeks; isn’t it… a bit
early?”

“If I have to wait a day more, I might consider elopement.”

Khris could not help his laughter this time.

“Then, we’re lucky that in two weeks you can enjoy that pretty omega with his
alpha’s consent.”

This time Jareath could only groan.

“Tell me, o king! How much it cost you to build such a garden in that short
notice?”

“Come on, Khris. We’re talking about my true mate here. Do you think I care
about the money I spent?” He then looked around and whispered to his cousin’s
ear, “It was hell of a lot cheaper than the ring I bought Gen to calm her down.
Man, when she learnt about the garden…”
[jensene divider]


In a single day, Jensene’s whole world had changed. After the match, instead of
going back the guest quarters with his clan as usual, the guards left him with
the palace servants. Jensene’s family had servants too but nothing like these.
They were fussing about anything and everything and suddenly Jensene was late
to do tons of stuff. Sebeiteen was complaining that he had no time to finish
the gown, Tylerene was ready to cry that the emeralds were wrong size; Adriane
tried to steal Jensene so that he could teach him the royal dance. Jensene was
overwhelmed; it felt like he was being stretched in different directions and
they all expected him to decide on things he had no idea about.

They expected him to have an opinion on the fabric and the flowers and the
decor and the food and the music and… Jensene could not care any less. He was
ready to draw his sword and send all the nagging servants away, but suddenly
someone shut everybody up. He saw a tall, beautiful beta.

“My Lord Jensene.” She respectfully greeted him. “I’m Traki. Our Majesty
assigned me as your personal assistant himself.”

Great one more person to ask him questions and demand decision.

He tried to muster up a smile for the beta,

“Traki. I… I don’t think I can handle one more person-”

“No, my Lord. My job is not asking you questions.” Traki replied with a smile
as if she had heard his thoughts, “My job is to help you decide. You can leave
all these protocols to me; unless you wish to decide on them personally.
Otherwise, you do not have to think about any of those.”

“What about fabrics?” Jensene whispered, somewhat ashamed; it felt like he was
slacking off his responsibility.

“Unless you have a strong opinion of any of these decisions, I will gladly
handle them.” Traki answered smiling.

“You are my savior.” Jensene was going to hug her, but could not decide if it
was something acceptable in the Central Clan or in the palace.

As she had claimed, Traki took care of the business. She started ordering
people around and suddenly all that nagging gave its way to ‘Yes, madam’s. In a
single day, Jensene tried so many different gowns, suits, uniforms that before
the day ended he just wanted to go to sleep after the tailor left. However,
Traki insisted showing him the rest of his quarters.

Jensene had a very large bedroom. The bed was big enough to have two couples
wrestle in it. The bed covers, curtains, the drapes are all in one design and
looked pretty heavy and expensive. There were paintings everywhere, some
showing the view from the great sea, some naked omegas lying in strange beds.
There were a couple of small and big sculptures sitting on the large drawers.
Everything looked so big… so foreign.

There were several doors in his bedroom but most of them opened to small rooms
designed for his clothes. And one door… A hammam??

“A hammam? For me only?!”

“Of course! You’re the omega of the Alpha-King. Surely, you wouldn’t expect to
be in a hammam full of strangers.”

“But, Traki…this place is huge.” Jensene asked while staring at the room. The
light was scattering playfully on the blue and white mosaic tiles. A dozen
basins, engraved with a million different patterns, were circling around the
huge hammam rock. The room was big enough to be communal bath and did not look
anything like the personal clean-up spaces they had in each bedroom in
Kirgheaz.

“So that you can host your friends here.” Traki answered.

“In a hammam?” The hell with Central traditions! Who would host their guests
naked?

“Yes. Actually, you’re expected to spend the day before the ceremony here with
your closest friends.”

“I’m to host my friends in a hammam?” Jensene had to repeat.

“In your hammam, my lord.”

Lucky for him, Jensene did not have any friends in the capital.

Traki took him out to show him his den and explained to him that they can fill
the room for his interest with books, paintings, games. Before Jensene could
ask anything else, he heard people entering his quarters in a rush. When
everybody in the room inclined their head to greet the newcomer, Jensene nearly
followed suit; if not for Traki’s hand stopping him.

All this noise was because of a tiny, brunette beta apparently. She was even
shorter than Jensene, but looked fierce. Jensene would assume that people would
request his permission to enter his quarters, but he let go of the logic after
learning about ‘hosting people in a hammam’. Who knew what the palace customs
in this matter were. Before he could say something to greet the beta, she
started speaking.

“My, my. Finally, we met.” She gave Jensene a long look over before continuing,
“I’m Genevvea, the Alpha-King’s first wife.”

“Oh.”Jensene knew the King was married, but he had never seen the wife before
and almost forgotten her existence. “I’m Jensene. I’m… not yet… you know.”

Genevvea took his offered hand after a moment; shook it very light and short.
She turned his hand in her tiny ones and went over his skin and turned to
Traki:

“My gods! Traki, you should give him a good skin treatment. These hands are as
rough as a farm boy’s.” She turned her black eyes into the omega, “No offense,
honey. I know you’re new to the palace and luxury. But you’ll get used to it.”
She dropped her voice slightly as if talking privately to the omega. “The Alpha
prefers his bedmates soft and pliant.”

Jensene might be new to the palace, but he easily recognized the enmity coming
from the beta. However, he was not going to confront the wife of the Alpha.

“Thank you, madam.” He offered instead.

“So, how are the preparations coming?”

Tracki jumped to answer, “We’re on the track, my lady.”

“I hope you’re overseeing every detail, Traki. This will be a royal wedding
after all.”

And with a curt nod to Jensene, she swept out as regally as she had appeared;
her servants in tow.

“Don’t you worry, my lord.” Traki spoke up immediately, misunderstanding his
expression, “The wedding will be phenomenal.”

Like that was Jensene’s biggest problem.
***** Chapter 5 *****


When everyone was out and Jensene was alone in his bedroom, he could not sleep.
He was tired, exhausted actually; but sleep was evading him. However much he
tried, he remembered how Traki corrected his eating and speaking and standing.
How everybody was surprised at his lack of knowledge on dancing and music and
art. How his skin was too rough, too muscled, too hairy. He was an omega for
Gods’ sake, not a female omega. Of course he was going to have muscles and some
hair at his crotch! And of course he did not sit at home and written poems at
how dreadful the songs of nightingales.

However, apparently in Go’assa that was how he was supposed to be. He wanted to
laugh at them, their stupid rules and fancy clothes and artificial politeness.
He would have, as easy as riding his horse but he desperately needed the
approval of the Alpha, his mate-to-be. He wanted more than anything to be liked
by the hazel eyed king. And he saw his wife. How perfect, and beautiful and
proper she was. How she handled everything with ease. Jensene had no chance in
this world.

“I see that you’re up to a majestic life style already”

Jensene jumped at the un-announced guest’s voice. He had been so tired after
that stupid dance lesson that he could not even put on his evening gowns after
the long bath and was sleeping naked on his enormous bed. Before looking up to
yell the person who was invading his privacy (–privacy? Hah!) He was getting
used to this life style, alright- he covered himself with one of the many bed
covers.

“Who the- Mysh?!!! How?... When… Wha?”

“You look gorgeous, Jen. Let me see you.” Myshea ran to him and pulled the
cover off his shocked friend. “Oh, Goddess Klea… What’as been done to you?
You’re shining!”

After his friends’ shameless gaze, Jensene finally pulled himself together and
covered his body again.

“Mysh! Stop it.”

“Oh come ooon. This palace people do know how to look after your body. Don’t be
ashamed. You’re going to be with the Alpha-King, I bet the guy’s past was
filled with different beauties, you sure want to use all you have to give an
impression.” He wiggled his black eyebrows.

“Mysh!!! Please. Gods! I totally forgot how shameless you were. What are you
doing here? I thought you were in the village.”

“Apparently the Alpha didn’t want you to be alone here and all your omega
friends were called to the capital. King himself arranged the travel.”

“Really.” Jensene could not help either the smile or the blush growing on his
face.

“Jen. I’d never thought that I could see you in love.”

“Shut up.”

“But you are! Look at you. So, he is the one, huh. His scent made you weak at
your knees.”

“It wasn’t his scent! Son of a bitch tricked me.” Jensene remembered the garden
with venom.

“Come on… Really?” Myshea was skeptic but it was a serious accusation.

“He built a flower garden on our way, like none you’ve seen. It was like from
The Garden. I thought I was dead and my ancestors coming. It was so beautiful
and smelled so good, tempting…” Jensene stopped awkwardly realizing how stupid
he sounded after seeing his best-friends mocking face. “What? He did it on
purpose.”

“Come here!” Myshea hugged Jensene like old times, bone crushing and loving.

“Oh, Mysh….” Jensene did not know why he felt like he was on the verge of
crying.

“Hey, it’s OK, Jen. It’s a big change. I mean even if it was with an alpha from
our village, mating is a big change. This… It’s OK to be scared.”

Jensene could not answer; he buried his face into his best friend’s neck and
bit his lips to stop his tears.



[jensene divider]

The hammam was hotter than usual. The air was thick with steam; Jensene could
barely see some of his friends here. To his surprise they had eaten their lunch
together in the hammam, a big and rich table prepared for him and his friends.
It was funny to eat with nothing but a piece of loin cloth; but they were all
omegas and very close friends. Jensene still could not believe his alpha-to-be
had arranged this for him. However, now the food was making him dizzy and the
ice cold drinks the servants carrying did nothing to help either.

“I heard all the omegas here know more on mating than the whores of the
mountain.” Ammie explained shamelessly.

Myshea joined the discussion right away:

“You would not believe what I’ve seen here. They have a toy shaped like an
Alpha’s dick.”

The joined surprise rose from all the omegas in the hammam.

“I’m serious.” Myshea continued with determination. “With the knot and all.”

“Myshea!” Jensene could not take any more. It was so embarrassing. “I think
we’re getting drunk.” He continued, wishing this embarrassing conversation to
be over.

“No! No’ ye’ ma friend. ‘me on Jen, we gotta sing more.” Mathea tried to speak
but his words were no longer making much sense.

“I think Jensene is right. You don’t wanna be hangover on your mating
ceremony.”

“Shit! Adriane, tell Traki that we’ll retire to my room.” Jensene ordered the
servant.

“Sure, my Lord.”

The answer resulted with manic laughter from his friends, all were mocking
Jensene with ‘Mi Lord’s; bastards!

“So, Jensene.” Ammie asked checking that none of the servants were in the room.
“I heard that Alpha divorced one of his mates, is that right?”

All the omegas dropped silent. D-word was a heavy one in the mountains. Mates
do not divorce, never. Unless, omega’s family decided that their child was
being treated badly, and sometimes not even then.

“Why?” Jensene asked with fear. If the King was kind of an alpha to send his
mates back to their clans, he had to know it now. Although, it was kind of too
late.

“I don’t know, but-” Myshea began to answer but could not continue because the
servants were back and they had to go back to their sleeping chambers.


[jensene divider]

When it was time to be apart from his friends, Jensene asked his best friend to
stay. He was a nervous wreck. The last talk they had in the hammam had revoked
all the efforts of the massages on his body. He was like a single strained
nerve.

“Hey, Jen? What is it?” Myshea asked with compassion. “You’re afraid of
tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I guess...” Then he laughed at his weakness. “I turned into a
little girl.”

“Nonsense. You can still beat the shit out of everyone in fights. Show me a
single little girl who could do that.”

“Mysh… What if… What if…” Jensene was scared; he knew that the omegas of the
Central clan were different. They were all soft and pampered. They knew how to
dance elegantly and sing sassy songs. They knew ancient, boring poems about
love and eternity, not the ones about the prettiness of the winds coming from
the mountains or passion of freedom. They knew how to knit and paint; and they
did not have callused fingers from the heavy swords or hardened feet from
climbing barefoot. They were trained to be pleasing to their alphas, at home or
in the bed. He was nothing like those omegas and he was scared of what would
follow if the Alpha-King did not like him.

“Hey… why are you worried so much?” Myshea asked genuinely, “you have nothing
to be afraid of.”

“What if he asks me to do stuff?” He stopped but his friends questioning looks
pushed him explain more “You know, tomorrow night. In the bed.”

“You know what to do, Jen. You were with us when Nana gave us the Talk. And
your body is gonna take care of the rest.”

“But you said… I mean… what if the Alpha expects me to know more. What if… I
cannot live with the shame if he sends me back.”

“What? Jen, he’s not gonna send you back.”

“You said he did it before.” Jensene argued stubbornly.

“Jensene, look at yourself. You know alphas are dying to have you. Did you
forget already?”

“But they were from the mountains. The Alpha, he is from Central clan… Maybe-”

“No maybes. I can tell you from experience, the alphas from central clan are no
different from the ones in the mountain. They have their knot instead of their
brain when it comes to omegas. And you’re a gorgeous omega.”

Jensene could not close his mouth fast enough. He knew that his best friend was
laying with alphas (and betas too) after his grief period was over, but he did
not know he did it with the alphas of Go’assa too.

“What?” The omega shook his shoulder, “I’m in here forever and you can’t really
do much in this boring city.”

“Come on Mysh. I know you know some stuff.” Jensene knew he was completely red
and it was not due to the buzz he got from the cold wine he kept drinking all
night. “Just give me some pointers.”

“Jensene. You’re a virgin. Even if I gave a month long course, it will not
change much. And believe me; the Alpha is going to love how innocent you are.
Alphas are territorial like that.”

Jensene knew it was the case for mountain alphas. But in the city they teach
their omegas how to take a knot; surely the alphas here were different. Myshea
apparently saw the doubts on Jensene face because he soon tried to console him:

“OK. Very briefly. I can’t believe I’m doing this. So, you know the drill. You
guys will retire his bedroom, and will undress each other.”

“I know these. Just tell me more about-”

“Shut up and listen. OK. So, it depends on the pheromones but most probably
you’ll be nervous as hell. Whatever the case, try to relax yourself and let his
scent do the job. He should be doing everything slowly so that his scent
overcomes your nerves, OK.”

“What if he doesn’t?” Jensene asked nervously.

“OK. Yeah, there is a chance he might be not seeing properly cause you most
probably took his brain away. If you realize he is trying to go right into
business; just try to kiss him.”

“On his lips?”

“No, on his nose! Of course his lips.” Myshea sighed. “Jensen, come on you know
all this.”

“It’s been a while, Mysh. I was thirteen back then.”

“And whose fault that you returned each and every available alpha since then?
OK. Yeah. His lips or whatever. If it isn’t enough and he is in rut; then try
to use your hand.”

“On his lips?”

“Jensene!”

“Sorry, I can’t think. I’m too nervous.”

Myshea gave a very long and hearty laugh.

“Who knows, he might enjoy sucking your fingers, but I meant his cock.” He
looked directly his friend’s nervous eyes. “Do you remember that night when we
saw two alpha boys jacking off?” When Jensene nodded silently, he continued,
“OK, just like them. Grip his cock and slowly move your hands on it. It should
make him go nuts until you’re wet and ready.”

Jensene sighed. He kind of knew these already, but he was still nervous of
being unsuccessful.

“OK, one more thing.” Myshea started nervously, “You might try sucking his
cock.”

“What?!!” The omega’s eyes were as big as saucers and his pretty face wrinkled
like he was eating lemons, “He’s peeing from there!”

“Yeah. OK, maybe it’s better you don’t give it a try just yet.” His friend
replied with a smile.

After standing silently for a moment, Jensene couldn’t help but asked:

“Have you ever-”

“Jen, I’m not gonna ruin your surprise any more. We’ll talk about all the dirty
details of my sex life after you’re no longer a virgin. OK.”

“Is he gonna demand me to suck him?” Jensene was in panic.

“Jen, look at me. He is going to be as nervous as you are. Don’t worry too
much. And believe me, when your body is ready, you’re not gonna remember
anything I tell you anyways. And it’s gonna be amazing.”

He was not convinced but did not want to keep his friend any longer; Jensene
just nodded and saw Myshea off.


[jensene divider]
Jensene had never seen such a large crowd without a battle. The dress he was
wearing was so alien to him that he had to constantly will himself not to
fidget in it. The tunic was long, a lot longer than he could comfortably ride a
horse in without pulling its skirts up to his belly. It had jewel like beads on
it everywhere, and he could tell they made a pretty design on the fabric,
mostly green and black. Traki chose everything related for the dress and she
explained him that the color was to bring up his pretty eyes out. He could not
decide what to think when he had looked at the mirror before coming up to the
ceremony; but judging the lustful eyes of his alpha-to-be; Traki had done a
good job.

He had been memorizing the long and unnecessary steps of the ceremony for last
three days. However, he was still nervous that he might miss a step here, or
mispronounce the prayer special to the Alpha-King’s ceremony. The ceremonies in
his home were much simpler and shorter too. No grand priests, no bishops and
most importantly no public greetings. Only friends, neighbors and relatives.

When he was finally presented to the King by his brother; Jensene had become a
ball of nerves. Jareath on the other hand, looked as calm as ever; held
Jensene’s hand in his own with elegance and kindness.

“Hey, we’re almost done.” He whispered in Jensene’s ears.

“My Lord is a bad liar; and I know we have three more hours of this thing going
before the feast starts.” Jensene replied in a whisper too. Even though he knew
perfectly that the King was lying, somehow it helped Jensene’s nerves that his
alpha was trying to calm him.

The rest of the ceremony was as nerve wrecking as the beginning, but luckily
Jensene finished it with only a couple of minor mistakes. When it was time for
him and the King to retire to their room, Jensene’s clan started howling and
kicking the floor. It was a common thing to do in the Mountains to embarrass
the newlyweds, but even Jensene could say that doing it to the Alpha-King was
kind of unexpected. However, Jareath did not take offense or anything and to
Jensene’s surprise he responded with a cheerful howl too. The Kirgheazean
rejoiced at the King’s respond and increased their noise even more and Jensene
thought if he could blush more, his face would explode with all the blood that
attacked to his face.

Everyone hailed the King and his mate on the way to their chambers, but Jensene
could not greet them back. He was going to lose his virginity, take this huge
Alpha’s knot in him for the first time; and thinking that every single person
seeing them knew this fact made it really hard for the young omega to manage to
even walk let alone walk and talk.

“I thought we would never be alone!” Jareath sighed when he shut the enormous
doors close.

Jensene did not know how to behave, so he just stood where his mate left him,
right in front of the doors. He watched Jareath took of his crown and then sat
down on the – holly! That was a humongous bed!

“Are you planning to stand there for the night?” The King asked musingly.
“Won’t you prefer sitting next to me, maybe?”

Jensene could not find his voice to reply, but managed to nod slightly and sat
down close to the edge of the bed. He could feel his blood rushing to his ears
and he was sure people could hear his heartbeat from the next county. He
realized how wet his hands were and he felt disgusting with all the sweat
covering his body. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the King might feel that
his smell is foul. Why wouldn’t he? Jensene was in this funny suit since lunch
time and he was sweating constantly. His mind put the images of the Alpha’s
disgusted face after getting a whiff, how the King would throw him out with
loathing, him crying in front of his brother’s door-

“Jen?” The king’s voice was soft and the nickname made Jensene’s hearth flutter
a little.

“My lord?!”

“Let’s calm down a little OK? And Jen, you’re my mate now. Can you use my
name?”

“Yes my… Yes, Jareath.”

“Jen… Gods! You’re smelling so sweet… and I….” The King stood up and walked a
little away from the bed before continuing, “I’m trying to take it slow… but I
want you to know… how I can hardly keep my hands off you. And…” He started
laughing, “You turned me into a blushing virgin too. I can’t even talk… I want
you to enjoy tonight, okay? I’ll try my best. But if I get over my head, please
understand you’re making me crazy with want… I mean, you have been since I saw
you first time.”

Jensene finally could raise his eyes to face his mate. And the moment their
eyes met, Jareath was on him, kissing his face, his lips his neck; inhaling
him. It felt good, oh so good, but Jensene could not forget how sweaty he was.
Though, the alpha did not make any gestures showing that he currently felt
anything but lust.

“You’re… gods. You’re made for me. I just… Open your eyes, Jen!” The king
growled between his frantic kisses. “Look at me!” He ordered.

Jensene did not realize his eyes were closed. When he opened them, he saw the
king’s beautiful, hazel eyes looking right into his soul.

“Alpha.” He heard himself whisper.

Jareath went crazy at the word.

“My mate… Mine. Mine.”

Suddenly, the King’s hands were everywhere. Jensene realized that his pretty
dress was torn into pieces in mere seconds. He felt overwhelmed too. Jareath’s
hands were holding him tightly, tight enough to leave bruises everywhere. And
his mouth, gods! His mouth was everywhere too. When he felt teeth on his skin,
he felt a rush of wetness in his hole, without realizing his hips were moving,
lifting up slightly to press the alpha’s huge body.

He was almost naked; the parts of his dress was still hanging on his body where
it had been ripped apart, at his wrists, ankles and neck but rest of his body
was completely naked and shivering under the intense attention of the alpha.
When the kisses turned into bites, Jensene could not hold his voice any longer
and he moaned with lust. He wanted to touch the alpha, his alpha. He wanted to
feel his body everywhere, his eyes, his mouth... and oh... oh... was that bulge
his highness’ dick? Another rush of wetness came and this time Jensene felt it
trickling out of his hole.

Jareath raised his head suddenly; he visibly scented around and Jensene knew
the Alpha realized he was leaking. With a loud growl, the King turned Jensene
face down and before the omega could tell what was happening he felt the
alpha’s breath on his ass.

“Hnnng!” He totally forgot how he wanted to resist, that he did not want the
king to see how disgustingly wet he was, that he was scared that Jareath might
feel his smell offensive. Anything and everything in his mind which is not
alpha, alpha, alpha was out the moment he felt Jareath tongue on his asshole.

The King was licking his ass; like a freaking dog. And instead of feeling
disgust, Jensene felt a great deal of pleasure. The feeling was beyond anything
he had experienced before. It was sweeter than honeyed milk, better than the
feeling the wind on his face, better than winning a fight. It was pleasure in
its most basic form and Jensene could not hold his moans nor could he stop his
hips to push his ass into the alpha’s mouth even more. Jareath was eating him,
slurping the juices his ass kept pushing out. He was eating him like Jensene
was the sweetest thing the Alpha had tasted, and he could not get enough. He
pushed his tongue in, more and more. Using his hands, he opened up Jensene’s
cheeks to reach even further. Swallowing whatever the omega’s body was serving
up to him.

After a long time that left Jensene as a mindless, shaking lump, Jareath left
his ass alone. He kept saying stuff which did not register to Jensene’s mind
since everything in him was begging for the Alpha’s knot, and his knot alone.
Everything lost its importance in his life. Nothing mattered. He did not
remember who he was or what he was doing. The only thing mattered was the big
alpha next to him, handling him, pushing him.

“’m gonna fuck you so good. Make you mine, mine alone.” Jareath growled, “Look
at this sweet ass, pure little thing.”

Jareath was lost in lust. His new mate was shaking and begging under him.
Trying to dry hump air to get any kind of release; and with his every move, his
little, pink hole was releasing another drop of trickling syrup asking for the
alpha’s attention. However, his dick was pressing hard and he was afraid if he
did not get into his mate’s sweet hole like right now, his knot might pop
without it. It was then he realized he was still completely dressed, unlike the
naked omega shivering under him. Some fabric was still clinging to his pale
body after Jareath brutally ripped the dress apart; he might feel guilt for his
roughness if his dick was not pushing this much for a release.

When he ripped the buttons off his trousers and got his cock out, he could not
help but moaned at the sight before him. The omega’s ass looked so small
compared to his cock; it looked like an impossible act to push it inside.
However, the alpha in him did not care the geometry or the physiology or
anything at all except pushing his dick into that asshole. He held Jensene
tight with one hand and pushed himself in as slow as his lust would allow. He
watched the small opening yield to the hard organ. He watched how his cock got
lost inside this tiny omega until pleasure was all he could think of. He
realized Jensene was moaning, mostly with lust but with pain too. However, he
did not try to get away or push Jareath back; he simply stayed as he was and
took whatever his alpha was giving him. When he was as deep as he could get,
Jareath forced himself to give his mate a little time to get used to the alien
presence in his ass, though he could not do it long enough. In mere moments, he
was riding the omega as he wanted since the first time he had laid eyes on him,
pushing further and further inside the small, giving body.

Jensene was moaning louder and louder. He was in pain; Jareath knew it was the
case. He was a big alpha, and had an even bigger dick. His mind kept telling
him to take it easy, make it easier for his new mate who was younger and
smaller than any of his previous partners; but he could not control his body.
His knot started to swell not long ago and was catching on the rim of Jensene’s
delicious ass, probably making it more painful to the young omega. His knot
stuck inside in a record time, after entering barely ten times. His mind
finally made itself heard and instead of forcing to pull his knot out, he
managed to still himself. He was trying to concentrate on coming so that he
would not lose it and rock his mate more when he realized Jensene was moving
his hips to make a figure eight on his knot, pressuring him inside. When his
mate reached his orgasm, his ass squeezed Jareath’s knot so hard that it felt
on this side of painful. But it caused him to shoot his long awaited come into
the clenching hole and he howled with pleasure. He fucking howled and he was
sure that everyone in the palace could feel his release, but he could not care
less at this moment.

Jensene became a rug-toy after his release. Jareath held him gently and turned
them so that his tiny mate was on top of him. The young omega kept shaking and
whimpering, his face was a mess with tears, lips bitten red and swollen and he
was the most beautiful thing Jareath had seen in his life.

“Mine.” He whispered into his omega’s ears, and hugged him a little tighter. He
placed small, kisses along the beautiful neck. He was a little bit disappointed
that Jensen did not open up his throat to show his submission and invite the
mating bite. But Jareath could not blame his young omega when he was simply
passed out because of their mating. Jareath could wait to give his bite, to
mark his beautiful mate.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Jensene opened his eyes with the sun shining onto his face and closed them
immediately. The first thing he realized that it was late, the sun was already
up. The next thing was how sore he was. Every single muscle in his body was
aching; like in the days after the big battle. However, the pain he felt deep
in his ass when he tried to turn a little was nothing like he had felt before.
It was as if he had no longer got an asshole but a battered, torn opening. He
could not help but hiss a little, which was when he realized he was not alone
in the bed.

His eyes blinked open immediately and he was faced with the… his alpha. Jareath
did not look like he just woke up, more likely he was watching Jensene for a
while.

“Good morning, mate.” He smiled with those ridiculous dimples on his face. “You
look absolutely stunning in your sleep.”

Jensene felt himself blush, and his mate’s smile got even wider.

“Good morning.” He managed to say with a burn his throat. He realized he had
lost his voice. “Why-” The understanding filled his mind together with shame.
“Oh, gods!”

“What?”

“Was I… I mean… Did I raise my voice? Last night, I mean.” He asked, his voice
was almost lost in his shame.

“Hmm hmm.” The king replied, enjoying his answer way too much. “You yelled my
name again and again, my love. You let everyone know who you belonged to.”

Jensene could not help but burry his head into his mate’s shoulder. He knew
that all his mated friends had done the same thing; it was normal and expected.
He remembered how loud his best friend Myshea had been on his nuptial night.
Unfortunately, he also remembered how much he had made fun of poor Myshea the
next time he had seen him.

“You know,” the alpha continued, “if it’s up to me, I prefer you yelling my
name every single night.” He finished with a small kiss on Jensene’s neck.

Jensene tensed up, waiting his alpha to hold his head and claim him. Actually,
he was a little surprised that the alpha had not put his claim yesterday night
during their mating. However, Jareath did not clutch his hair, nor pushed his
head back. He did not show his domination over Jensene by pushing his teeth
into his skin. He simply got couple of more kisses, his breath shaking as if he
was waiting for something. Jensene waited and waited which seemed like a really
long time but the alpha pulled his head back. Jensene turned back to see his
mate’s face, to get an idea, any idea of what was going on his mind. The move,
however, opened up the covers spread on him, showing up more naked flesh.

“Oh, baby… Look at you.”

Jensene looked at himself in his awkward position. His body was covered with
bruises; finger shaped ones from the rough handling, the purple marks from
every point where his blood sucked to the point of pain. He was not a weak,
little child. Jensene had had his share of battles and fights that left his
body in bruises, but so far nothing marked him as widely as his mate had done;
and strangely, it felt good.

He raised his eyes up to his mate’s face and saw that Jareath was watching him
with awe in his eyes. The alpha started to put little kisses from the top of
his nose to his nipples.

“Ohhh, you’re so sweet… Soo… My gods!!! Jen, baby…” The words, with or without
meaning, kept falling from the alpha’s mouth nonstop and Jensene soaked in
them. The King liked him; he liked seeing him even after they mated. Maybe him
not claiming Jensene was one of their strange customs, nothing else. His
instincts were slowly taking charge of him again. His hips were getting
restless and he could not resist the urge to press himself up to the alpha.
However, after the first attempt, the pain from his hole shut him for a moment,
making him forget all the pleasure he was feeling.

“Ingh!”

“What’s wrong?” Jareath stopped his foreplay in that moment, “Jen, what is it?”

“No… nothing.”

How could Jensene tell his alpha that he could not have his knot without pain?
At their first day nonetheless. No way. He tried to shut up that part of his
brain and focused on pleasing his alpha. This was his job now. He had fought
for hours with an arrow buried in his thigh during the last battle; this should
not be worse or harder. He could do it.

However, his mate it was having none of it.

“Jensene, are you hurt?”

“I…” he cannot lie to his alpha, so decided to go with half-truth “I’m sore, a
little.” but seeing his mate’s face crumbling with disappointment, he
continued, “But I can serve, alpha.”

“Serve?” Jareath rose up on his hands, “This is serving for you?”

“No... no…” Oh, gods! Jensene was making everything worse. “I meant… “

“Jensene!” The Alpha’s voice was plumy and commanding, “Be honest with me.”

“My hole hurts a little… I might not enjoy it as much, but I can still be
available to you.” Jensene answered, half due to panic half because he felt
such obligation to obey his alpha. He was trembling now that he upset his
alpha. He was a weak omega who not only did not know the arts of pleasing his
mate, but he could not even do the things he knew.

“I hurt you bad, huh?” Jareath asked, and Jensene nodded slightly. “I’m sorry,
baby. I tried to take it easy and controlled but you drove me crazy, Jen. You
still drive me crazy, so I guess we should leave the bed and eat something
before I lose my mind again.”

Jensene felt horribly cold at where his alpha touching when the King got up and
left the bed. So, he was going to leave his mating bed without his mark.

“Come on, let us go to the day room to eat something.” The alpha stood by the
bed and held his hand for Jensene.

The omega accepted the hand and rose gingerly next to his mate. When he started
putting on some morning gown, Jareath stopped him.

“Let’s not cover everything with that for now, huh?” He asked, his eyes shining
with lust. “I… I just wish to see more of my mate, now that I can finally enjoy
the view.” He grinned and put on a small cloth over Jensene’s shoulders.

They moved to the next room in the King’s personal quarters, and for Jensene’s
surprise the little table there was filled with breakfast for two; little oil
lamps carefully placed under the dishes to keep them warm. He sat carefully on
the chair the Alpha gestured him and watched Jareath to push the other chair
right next to the one Jensene was sitting. Jensene was hungry after the
previous night; but he could not believe the way the King was eating. Alphas
generally ate more than the betas and omegas, but Jareath was beyond anything
Jensene had seen before.

“Please forgive my rudeness, my love. I cannot stop myself when I’m hungry.”
Jareath explained after he finished the plate in front of him and opened the
next one’s lid. “But, I guess you already know how my hunger can get better of
me?” He asked with a wink and a killer smile.

Jensene could not help but laugh at the King’s joyous attitude and childish
smile.

“Gods, I love hearing your laugh, Jen.” He then picked up one of the spoons on
the side and continued with a grin large enough to cover Jensene’s whole face.
“And there is something I wanted to do with you, since forever.”

He brought the spoon to Jensene’s mouth and the omega smelled the delicious
chocolate. He opened his mouth slightly and ate the dessert; sucking the spoon
on the way out and moaning like a horny whore at the beautiful taste. After a
while he realized how he behaved, but this dessert was better than anything
else he had ever tried, including during his time in the palace. He found his
mate was looking at him as if he made out of chocolate too.

“You’re still blushing with me?! After last night?” He brought his face closer
and whispered into Jensene’s ears, “After I ate your juices up from the
source?”

“Oh, Gods!” Jensene covered his face with his hands. How awfully mean of the
alpha to remind him all those things they had done during the heat of their
coupling.

Jareath gave out a big, hearty laugh. “What, do you think I forgot all the
things we had done? Or do you think I do not imagine right this moment, how
good you will taste if I spread you on top of this table and eat you right
here?”

Jensene could not answer, only a stupid little whimper left his lips. He was
angry, ashamed and damn horny at the same time.

“Don’t worry. Not until we’re done with dessert.” The Alpha continued. “Now,
open up again.”

Jensene opened his mouth but instead of the spoon he realized it was his mate’s
finger which was covered with that deliciousness. He let the finger slide on
his tongue and then closed his lips on it and sucked it gently. His mate was
making those awfully tempting growls and Jensene felt like there were million
butterflies flying in his belly.

After few times using his fingers to feed his mate with chocolate, Jareath
seemed to miss his target and his warm chocolate covered fingers find
themselves on Jensene’s lips, check and even on his neck. And then, the Alpha
was all over his mate, eating, licking and sucking all that sweetness from his
mate’s skin. Jensene did not realize how it happened but he found himself on
his mate’s lap, making out until he could not breathe any longer. The alpha was
rubbing his hard dick against Jensene’s sore ass. His alpha wanted to have
more. Bald monkeys! Jensene wanted to have more too; but he was sure he could
not have anything in his hole today, maybe not even tomorrow either.

The King’s hands were everywhere, pressing and pinching, making Jensene want to
curl down and howl with desire. He could not stop this. Just because he was an
ignorant virgin, he was not going to let his alpha regret having him as his
mate. He left his alpha’s mouth and kept kissing, moving down over the strong
neck, large shoulders, perky nipples and down and down… His mate was shivering
and swearing; breaking down under Jensene’s ministrations. And Jensene felt
powerful, he was making the Alpha whimper and growl. He was making the King to
keep whimpering nonsense like ‘yes, yes’ or ‘gods!’ or ‘more, more’.

He knew he was in a dangerous road. He knew his mate’s hands kept gently
pushing his head towards that monster cock. He knew he had said to Myshea that
the act was disgusting and he would never do such a thing. But, he could do it.
His alpha was hungry for more and Jensene was going to give it to him, as his
mate.

He held the organ in his hand. It looked enormous. How did this huge piece of
hard muscle fit into his hole he had no idea. Oh! This thing had been in his
ass... How was he going to put it in his mouth now? He knew he was being
selfish. His mate had eaten his ass last night but Jensene could not even taste
his dick… He took a deep breath which luckily did not bring any bad odor in his
nose. He was just going to-

“Stop it!” The Alpha’s voice was cold as ice.

“My king-“

“I… I have to go.” The King rose up and walked towards his bedroom. Just before
closing the door he turned back and said without looking at Jensene’s face.
“Get some rest; I’ll be busy during the day.”

And just like that, Jensene was all alone on the floor, naked and sore. He knew
he messed up somehow; probably too nervous and too slow for his alpha’s liking.
His mate just left him there, unmarked and unclaimed… Jensene had lost his
virginity but did not carry the mark of the alpha who took it. Like a whore
with no honor. No, no… he was not going to cry like a helpless little girl. He
knew he was a worthy, honorable omega. He deserved to be claimed. ‘Back in the
mountains, maybe’the voice in the back of his mind supplied, ‘not here in the
palace, apparently.’He stopped the sob threatening to rise and silently moved
through the doors into his own chambers, into his cold bed.
***** Chapter 7 *****
[banner sad]


Jareath had always had a temper, which alpha did not. However, if someone had
told him that he would decline a blowjob especially from an omega as
breathtaking as Jensene because he was too angry, he would have laughed.
Apparently, he could manage to get angry enough to do so. He sat down on his
now cleaned bed. It was scary how his servants knew when to come in and clean
without Jareath sensing their presence. They probably heard him humping his new
mate in the dining room.

He barely stopped the growl rising in his throat. The memory of the disgusted
impression his mate had had on his face did not leave him even for a second:
eyes completely shot, that pretty nose wrinkled, determined to complete his
duty- Fucking duty! He kicked the side table and dropped a very expensive
girandole on the floor. That was all, was not it? Just a duty for his omega;
only an arrangement for the peace.

He should have known. What kind of omega would not submit to his alpha? He had
tried everything short of begging. He had even given long kisses on his
beautiful neck, waiting for him to open. But, no. Apparently a Kirgheazean
omega was too precious to submit to another alpha. Even after Jareath’s seed
was leaking from his ass, the omega did not show his submission. He had not
bared his throat.

“Jare?”

Jareath almost jumped from where he sat down at his beta’s voice.

“Gen? What’re you doing here?”

He knew she should not be here. He had just mated with his new omega. She
should stay away at least a week.

“I’m sorry. I heard you growl and-” she gestured the broken side table lying on
the floor. “Don’t tell me you guys already have your first fight; it has not
even been a day.”

“Yeah, I guess I broke our record.” Jareath snickered. With Genevvea, they had
had their first fight two days after the ceremony.

“What’s wrong?” Genevvea sat down silently next to his alpha and took his giant
hands into her small ones. “Hey, I’m still your beta, you can talk to me.”

“I never thought it was going to be this hard.”

“What? Fucking an omega?” She asked with a sing-song voice pointing at his
heavy and leaking cock.

“Shit!” He was horny. “Kirgheazeans, I swear.”

“Come on, Jare. You know he’s an omega first, Kirgheazean second. How different
he can be?” She gave an analyzing look, “You knotted him, claimed him and-”

Jareath could not help his skin crawl at the word ‘claim’. His beta did not
miss it.

“You did not claim him?”

He knew this was going to be a monumental mistake but to whom else he could
confide the fact that his omega did not fucking submit to him.

“He didn’t… fuck, he didn’t submit to me Gen.”

“Oh..”

“What oh? Do you know anything? What do you mean by ‘oh’?”

“No, nothing... I just can’t imagine. Who else would he prefer to submit to,
you’re the Alpha-King.”

“I don’t know… A Kirgheazean war hero maybe?” Jareath felt anger mixed with
jealousy boiling up inside him. He could feel his color turning red.

“Shhh… don’t fret on it anymore, Jare. This is a political arrangement at the
end.”

How could he explain it to his beta -his crazy jealous beta- that Jensene was
more than that for him? That he needed his love and submission. “It’s an alpha
thing.” He summarized instead.

Genevvea’s eyes sparkled at the word ‘alpha’. Her tiny hand found out his knot
and squeezed lightly, “Like this?”

That was fucking it. He was the Alpha of the realm and he was not gonna go
without pussy just because his new mate was a hard-headed bigot. He almost
attacked his beta’s tasty lips and devoured her screams. He was already hungry
for some action.
[jensene divider]


Jensene woke up after several hours. His body was still sore even after he had
spent almost an hour in his hammam, alone. He was feeling a little bit better
though. The Alpha had told him he was busy during the day, so he must be coming
for the dinner maybe. With the thought of dinner his stomach grumbled. He had
not eaten anything all day except that couple of spoons of chocolate. He was
hopeful that tonight he was going to earn his claim. He had used all the balms
in the hammam to speed-heal his hole. He was going to be ready to be knotted,
and willing. More willing than yesterday or this morning. His alpha was going
to accept him this time. He put on one of his nicest costumes, kohled his eyes
and waited.

However, the hours flied and nobody showed up in his chambers. Jensene was
nervous. What if he was expected go to the Alpha’s chamber? It was not their
first night so it was not like they had to enter the bedroom together again.
Maybe, his alpha was waiting for him? He damned the palace and their customs
one more time. Everything made difficult with too many rooms and too many
rules.

Finally, when the hour of owl rang outside, he collected his courage and
silently opened the door to the King’s chamber. There was no one in the
dayroom, so he moved in a little bit more confidence into the room they had
their breakfast. There were used plates sitting on the table. It was prepared
for two, just like in the morning. And both sets had been used. Jensene’s
stomach gave another loud growl with the smell of the delicious food but he did
not feel hungry anymore. The horrible reality was too obvious for him not to
miss. He should go back to his own bedroom and wait there. That’s when he heard
the alpha’s growl, together with the moaning of his beta. They were in the next
door, alpha’s bedroom and… and… His alpha was sharing bed with his other mate,
before claiming Jensene. And listening to the noises, he was having hell of a
good time too.

His legs might as well be made out of lead. He just could not move, could not
not-hear the happy noises and could not stop his tears. He came to his senses
when he heard the tiny sigh from back. One of the maids was standing by the
door, probably to clean the dinner table. The servant looked as surprised as
Jensene finding him in the room. Of course! Jensene was not supposed to be
here. He was supposed to be in his alpha’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry, My Lord.” The servant knelt in front of him.

“It’s alright.” He had no idea how he managed to speak those words but
fortunately his legs came alive in that second and he ran back to his own
chambers.

His nerves were wrecked completely but he denied himself the relief of crying.
He washed his face several times to freshen up. When he was back in his
bedroom, he had no idea what to do. What would the mate of a king do when he
was not claimed? Should he go back to his brother’s door, bring the utmost
shame to his family, without even a mark on his neck. Maybe he should find the
city’s brothels. That was where he was going to end up anyways, why should he
go all the way back to Kirgheazia?

“My Lord?”

He jumped from his dark thoughts with Traki’s gentle voice.

“Yes?” He could not help but hope that the servant was sent by his alpha, to
accompany him to the alpha’s bed.

“Sir, we prepared dinner in your day room. Would you like to have it now?”

“What?”

Traki slipped in the room, her face not giving away,“Your dinner is ready, my
Lord. I’m sorry that it’s served this late. There... there was a
misunderstanding.”

Jensene guessed what the misunderstandingwas, but he had to ask again, “Dinner
for me? Only me?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

The servant in Alpha’s chamber must have informed Traki that Jensene was alone,
then. So far, his one little ray of hope was that maybe the things were
different in the palace. Apparently not. Everybody expected him to be with his
alpha.

“I’m-” he had to pull himself together to stop the shaking in his voice. “not
hungry, Traki.”

Traki did only nod. She did not leave and Jensene was dying to ask questions.
Was he supposed to wait here to be summoned to the Alpha’s bed? Was he ever
going to be summoned? Was he supposed to leave without making a scene? But, he
could not give voice to his shame.

“I’m tired.” He managed to say without choking up, “I’ll sleep now.”

Traki nodded again, inhaled deeply as if she wanted to say something but then
left. All the better, Jensene could not have handled the pity… as if he was
still that honorable omega.

The sun found him before sleep. He washed himself again and put on his old
clothes. If the King was not going to keep him, Jensene was not going to
indulge him with the stupid palace costumes. He decided to be ready to ride his
horse and leave. The Alpha might have taken his honor, but he did not and could
not take who Jensene was. He was a Kirgheazean warrior, he was strong. He
fought and won against alphas, he killed many in the battle field and there was
no way he was going to turn into a weak, crying bitch. If the Alpha did not
want him, Jensene could take care of himself.
[jareath divider]


Jareath woke up with his petite beta snuggled next to him. Smiling even in her
sleep, so happy sharing her alpha’s bed; unlike some others. He remembered the
previous morning with a jolt of pain in his heart. How pretty Jensene was all
naked, smelling just like Jareath, carrying the markings of his first night
except the only one that really mattered. The alpha wanted everything to be a
misunderstanding. He would accept any kind of apology in a heartbeat if his
mate would show up and submit. His proud dick tingled with the idea.

“’m sleepin’, Jare.” His beta mumbled in her sleep as a response to the poking
organ. She always loved sleeping late.

Jareath got out of the bed in one sleek move he learnt over the years he had
shared bed with his beta and moved towards his breakfast. It looked delicious
like always, but he hated eating alone. Over the years, he had gotten used to
eating breakfast with his counselors since his beta could never wake up to meet
his early schedule. However, now that he was in his mating week, no one was
expecting him to spend time with anyone else except his omega who apparently
did not want or accept Jareath as his alpha.

How did he fall over his head for this omega, Jareath had no idea. He thought
after Genevvea he would never, ever feel like that again. However, if he was
honest with himself, this time he fell a lot deeper. His father had told him
before, how it was different between alphas and betas, and alphas and omegas.
However, Jareath had not realized it until he had met Jensene. Now though, the
mere thought of his mate’s elfin face was enough to break his heart into
hundred pieces.

He rose up from the table to check on his mate. The new day brought hope in his
heart; hope that maybe everything was a misunderstanding; maybe it was just an
insolent behavior of a spoiled omega. Jareath was a veteran of calming spoiled
mates. While walking towards his Omega’s chambers through the inner doors, he
was already contemplating what to buy for the omega to calm him down. However,
the scene greeted him was nothing he had expected.

Jensene was sitting in his former clan’s costumes. Like he still belonged to
Kirgheazean clan. Like he did not submit to-... Yeah, he did not submit to his
alpha… hisalpha. God damned stubborn Kirgheazeans!So this was how it was going
to be. Although nothing would fit better on this insolent omega than to be
thrown out with his shame signed on his head; Jareath stopped himself. He was
not just an alpha; he was the Alpha-King. He was sure that if he threw out this
omega because he stone cold refused to submit to him, no one, even Kirgheazeans
would take it wrong. However, the scandal of the Alpha-King throwing out his
mate would be the palace gossip forever. So, if this little shit thought that
he was going to get rid of this marriage by behaving like a shameless whore; he
had no idea who he was dealing with. Jareath had managed to bring Genevvea to
her knees; this kid would just be an appetizer.

“Strip!” He ordered. To his surprise, the omega took off his clothes without
any verbal defiance. However, he did not even look at his alpha; his green eyes
stuck on the motives covering the expensive rug.

The omega was breath-takingly beautiful. And he smelled so ripe, ready to be
mounted.

“I don’t want you to have those clothes.” Jareath managed to put his words
together. “You’re not in your village anymore. This is the palace and you’ve
mated with the King. You wear what you’re supposed to and nothing less. I’m not
gonna let you shame me by dressing in rags and tatters.”

The omega did not answer, his head was bowed but Jareath could hear the
resistance in his young heart. What was the deal with his mates? The world was
scared shitless in front of Jareath, but his mates were fighting with him tooth
and nail; not an ounce of respect. First Genevvea and now this.

“Put on something decent and come to have breakfast with me.” He yelled before
leaving the room.
[jensene divider]


Jensene had never been this ashamed in his life before. He stood butt-naked in
front of an alpha and was then dismissed like he was nobody. When he was
putting on the clothes that were placed by the palace servants into his
dressers he bit his tongue to stop his tears. There was no way he was going to
cry in front of the King. He was not going to show any weakness. And even
though the Alpha’s cold behavior broke his heart, he could not help feeling
relaxed that he was not going to be thrown out. His shame was going to be kept
inside the palace walls and his family was not going to learn about the
dishonor he brought them.

When he entered the Alpha’s chambers, Jareath was already eating. He sat down
his place, painfully aware of the difference between previous day’s closeness
and today’s coldness. Not knowing what to do, he picked up a piece of bread and
started nibbling on the edges. He was hungry, it had been almost a day since he
had eaten anything; but his stomach was not really in an accepting mood.

He wanted to hate the Alpha for putting him in this situation, tearing his
honor apart, treating him like a whore. However, the pain in his heart told him
that he needed his alpha’s approval like kittens needed milk. He had spent the
last month secretly adoring, lusting after the alpha and now that they were
sitting alone, side to side, it was too painful not to touch him. Jensene
remembered the alpha’s huge hands on his body, touching every single nerve,
playing him like a lyre. The wetness growing in his pants told him how much his
body missed his touches… already.

He was shameless, lusting after an alpha who had not claimed him. However, he
just could not control his body. It was getting warmer and warmer every passing
second. The fabric of his clothes was restricting him. He could not breathe,
had to... had to… with horror he realized that he had opened up the buttons of
his tunic. His hands started to shake and caused him to drop the glass he
reached to quench his increasing thirst. And to deepen his shame, he realized
he could actually smell the ever increasing leak from his ass.

“My-” He started but his voice was almost gone. “’m not feeling… my lord.”

In a haze he realized that the alpha was actually touching him, maybe talking
him too. He needed… Gods! how much he needed.
[jareath divider]
Jareath could not believe the speed the heat engulfing the young omega. He had
never seen omegas in heat before. None of the whores he had visited were in
heat –the chance of him, as the King, having illegitimate kids would be a
disaster-- and he had divorced his only omega mate before she could live
through her heat. However, whatever he had heard about omegas and heat was not
even close to this. It must be their recent coupling affecting his young mate,
or maybe something to do with being Kirgheazean. Whatever it was, it turned his
rebellious mate into a humping kitten. And he smelled so fucking good.

“Jensene!” He tried to feed the poor kid some water. However, Jensene’s eyes
were rolling in his head and he started begging so prettily.

“Please, please, please…”

Although the omega did deserve to be left alone to see what was it like to
refuse his alpha’s dominion, Jareath could not deny himself the taste of this
delicious creature. Since his bed was occupied with his other mate -talk about
a grand screw up- he took the young omega on his shoulder and went into the
omega’s chamber.

The short journey proved being really hard because Jareath’s insatiable cock
was up and heavy, making it hard to find his balance; and the wriggling omega
on his shoulder did not help him at the least. He had to use every ounce of his
will to stop himself dropping the omega down right there and pushing into his
begging, wet, hot channel. When he finally arrived to the bed, he threw the
young boy on his bed and removed his pants and underwear in a single move.

“Alpha, alpha, please, please…” The omega continued the mantra he started,
pushing his butt on the bed to get any kind of friction.

“Shhh, Jen. I’m right here, baby, right here.”

The omega’s heat took Jareath mind out of his head too, the anger and the
heartbreak was all but forgotten in that moment. The cry Jensene let out when
Jareath finally pushed his rock-hard organ in was the most beautiful music to
his ears.

His mate was not only hot, he was burning. His hole was squelching wet,
inviting his knot, begging for his seed. The scent coming off of this begging
creature took Jareath’s mind away. He was in rut; his brain was in complete
shut-off. His body answered the animal inside him and nothing else. He pounded
into his mate while pushing his knot without a thought, the instinct forcing
him to fill his mate with his seed.
[jensene divider]
The light was warming its way into the bedroom through open window. Jensene
first sensed the light on his face, then the sweet breeze. The huge windows of
his room must be kept open. His mind found his way out of sleep slowly, but
awareness finally found him… in pain. He was sore all over; even his toes
complained against slightest wiggling. When he managed opening his eyes, he
found himself lying over his mate; naked, sticky and bruised. He remembered the
morning’s actions. Gods, he was in pain. His ass hurt with every breath,
reminding him how much he had asked for his alpha’s knot.

“Good morning.” The Alpha greeted him.

Jensene realized with horror that he had left marks on his mate too. The
alpha’s neck, wide chest, his strong arms were all covered with bite marks. He
could make the lines his fingernails left on the tanned skin, long and way too
many. They seemed to run over the alpha’s shoulders and even though Jensene
could not see Jareath’s back, he was sure there were even more marks left there
as well.

“Alpha…” What could he say? He had never seen an omega putting marks on an
alpha before. Was that even acceptable? Especially when the alpha did not want
to leave his mark on Jensene. How would he consider this disrespectful act? His
horror grew even more when he saw the alpha’s face turn into a big
disappointment. “I…I…”

“You must be starving, after a whole day. I know I am.” Jareath moved his body
easily under his mate and turned his face away. “Get clean first, and then
let’s eat.”

Jensene could only stare at the door after his alpha. He had a hard time
understanding his feelings or the Alpha’s. However different their customs
were, Jensene knew that it was not normal treating a mate this cold especially
when he could still feel the soreness of their recent coupling. He had been in
heat for real for the first time. It was nothing like what he went through
every month before his mating. He had apparently missed a whole day in his
haze. And Jensene could say they had been fucking almost constantly during that
missing time. His aching asshole could be a witness to that. However,
apparently his mating was not something his alpha enjoyed, but endured instead.
Why else Jensene was still unclaimed and alone in his bed. He stopped the
growing storm in his chest and went to his hammam. His alpha required him to be
clean.

For Jensene, not being liked had never been an issue. He was told enough times
so that he accepted the fact that he was pretty. He was strong. He was fast.
His brother had had to shoo away the alphas who had wanted to mate with him.
And now, here he was… He could not manage to be liked by his own alpha, even
after his first real heat. He had been told enough times how an omega in heat
would turn alphas crazy. Not Jensene apparently. When he let himself sink in
the hot water, he did not hold onto his tears anymore. There was no one to see
them anyways. He was all alone.
[jareath divider]
The steam covered his eyes, fused into his skin. The marks on skin stung
slightly with the hot water first, but it was a sweet ache. Jareath closed his
eyes and imagined his heat-hazed mate. Jensene was a completely different
creature during his heat. He had been demanding and was nothing like the sweet,
coy omega whom Jareath had used to. He had cried, begged, asked and took.
Jareath remembered with a smile on his face the moment his mate had planted him
down, climbed on him and took him inside his wet channel. He had barely had
time to pour some water into his omega’s begging mouth between their couplings.

However, all those sweet moments had ended the moment the omega was clear from
his haze. Jareath could not stop remembering the horror in the omega’s face
when the boy had realized that they had been together. Such hatred was unheard
of between mates. The panicked look on that pretty, pretty face! Jareath could
not understand what was going through in his mate’s mind. Was his hatred for
the enemy king bigger than their mating bond? Or… Jareath heard about
Kirgheazean customs. He knew that omegas did not have much say in their mating.
It was mainly decided by the elders. Was Jensene in love with some other alpha
and mated with Jareath only because his elders forced him? Even this small
doubt darkened his mood even more. He was jealous, like every other alpha.
Maybe more than a regular alpha; but thinking that the omega carrying his mark-
What mark? Jensene had not submitted, he was not carrying Jareath’s mark. He
growled with discomfort and tried to remove him from his mind. He was in no
need to someone who did not want to be with him.
***** Chapter 8 *****
The dinner table was full with delicious looking dishes. They were arranged in
a way that they looked really pretty too. However, Jensene could not find in
him to eat like he had used to back in the days. It had been more than two
months that he had got married and mated with the King; but their relationship
had not gotten any better than their first day. So far the only times the Alpha
shared his bed was when Jensene was during his heat. Other than that Jensene
realized how meaningless being a queen was in Central clan was. He just sat
down next to the King during couple of official events and even then he had no
say in any matter. The Alpha had not once asked for Jensene’s thoughts on any
matter. Not that Jensene was dying to do anything with the palace politics.

The palace life was not treating him well either. There were so many parties
and events he had to attend at the beginning. However, in a short time, his
lack of knowledge on palace etiquette –and on Goassa’s culture- caused him to
leave those things to Genevvea, the First-wife. He was completely lonely apart
from Traki who had been more than an assistant, but obviously not an actual
friend. He could have visited his family if not for the fear that someone might
see his lack of mating mark.

So, here he was, sitting next to the King and his First-wife, his beta, his
love. Genevvea did not shy on showing her affection to the King, neither
Jareath to her. They were talking, laughing and eating from each others’ hands.
Jensene felt like an intruder. He was an intruder. The King had only accepted
him to bring peace and now Jensene was nothing more than just another person in
this palace. A person whom the Alpha felt obligated to knot every month.

Jensene remembered his last heat with a cold sweat. The Alpha was so far from
Jensene that it took him almost a day to find out what his mate had been going
through. Jensene was not sure, but he assumed he owed Traki that the Alpha had
found him before he got crazy due to the heat. Jareath had stayed with him no
longer than necessary. Unlike his first heat, when he had awakened from his
seethe, he had realized that the Alpha had long left his side.

A loud laughter pulled Jensene from his thoughts. The King and Genevvea were
leaning on each other, laughing like crazy at something the King’s cousin,
Khris, had said. Jensene had no idea when the Duke entered the room but it must
not been too long since he was still standing.

“Good evening, Jensene.” Khris greeted Jensene while his cousin was still
laughing off.

“Good evening, Duke.”

“Is it really too hard to use my name? Especially when I’m calling my queen by
using his first name.”

“I’m sorry, Khris.” Jensene knew that he could use Khris name, but after the
many mistakes he had made while talking to the nobles, he was trying his best
not to use names. “It’s just that I’m still getting used to using the titles.”

“You’re the Queen, Jensene. If you wish, you do not need to call those bastards
anything.” Khris gave him a wink. “Don’t let Gen here to turn you into one of
those proper wives.”

Apparently, his mistakes had already reached Khris’s ears.

“Shut up, Khris.” Genevvea answered with a mock hurt look. “Jensene is the
Queen, and he should know more on the palace etiquette than a foot-soldier like
yourself.”

Before Khris replied the obvious insult, the Alpha stopped them. “I’d love to
think that your visit is for pleasure, Khris; but the look in your eyes tells
me that it is work related.”

“You know I wouldn’t worry you at this hour if it wasn’t important. However,
you are needed for a short discussion.”

The Alpha rose from his chair after giving a lustful kiss to his wife, “I’m
terribly sorry to leave you at the dinner table my love, but-”

“Please! Go and save the world my King.” Genevvea answered playfully. “Jensene
and I will keep each other company.”

The King and his cousin left without further delay and Genevvea did not wait
any longer to creep closer to Jensene.

“So, Jensene…”

“Yes, mi’lady?” Jensene answered without thinking.

“Oh, Jenny! You’re the fucking queen in this kingdom. You’re not supposed to
talk to anyone like that except our alpha. I told you this so many times.”

“Yes… yes… I know, I just-”

“And we are a family now. We should be able to call each other using our names,
right?” The First-wife asked again without actually waiting any response from
Jensene.

Jensene wanted to tell her stop calling him Jenny, but he did not have much
courage left in him due to his way-too-many screw ups on this place.

Genevvea approached a little bit closer and started talking in a very soft
tone:

“You’re awfully thin. Don’t you like our food?”

“No- I mean yes, I do like it. It’s… I-“

“Oh, Jenny. You are supposed to bring an heir to the kingdom. Don’t you think
it is your responsibility to take care of your body? To make sure you can bear
a healthy heir?”

“Of course, I-”

“Jareath is a warm blooded alpha at the end, honey. Alphas cannot think that
well when it comes to dealing with kinder aspects of life. We don’t want him to
get angry at you for not being healthy, right?”

“I don’t think I’m-”

“But, don’t you worry. I will send my personal healer to you. Tonight. He’ll
make sure you have enough blood in your body to welcome the Alpha’s seed.”

Genevvea winked him before leaving in a hurry. Jensene was left alone in the
dinner table, trying to understand what had just happened. He had not grown in
palace politics but he was not stupid. He could feel that Genevvea did not like
him. She pretty much hated him, but why; Jensene had no idea. It was not as if
their alpha was paying too much attention to Jensene. It was quite the
opposite. Jensene would have been alone with his mate if not for his heat. The
King spent his every free moment with his wife. Whatever the First-wife’s
reasons, Jensene could feel her hatred. Or was that his own jealousy talking?
Did he find her every single action annoying because his alpha, his fucking
mate, did not give him even a scrap of the affection he showed his wife?

Before Jensene could conclude his own emotions, another person entered the
room, together with the servers. The guy was tall, as tall as the King himself.
He had a very weak beard, thinly pointing down and making his already thin and
long face look even longer. Although his appearance screamed alpha, the guy’s
scent was a beta. The guy approached Jensene and greeted him:

“My Queen!” He continued respectfully “I’m Hayer-dala.”

“You’re the healer.” Jensene had heard about him. The First-wife’s famous
healer from Darksea. Jensene had heard scary stories about him, but he could
tell that the guy’s fame was solely due to his very secretive personality.
Nobody knew anything about him for real. The First-wife had known him from her
youth and asked for him specifically. As far as Jensene knew –which was not
really much considering his solitary in the palace- the healer was not speaking
to anyone except the First-wife.

“That I am, my Lord. My Lady, the First-wife, asked me to tend your needs.”

“Oh!?” Jensene had not expected to meet him this quick. “I think the Lady is
being too careful about me. I do not need to be tended by any healer.”

“My Lord, if I may?” the healer asked and then continued upon Jensene’s nod,
“It is different in Darksea and the Central clan, we do not ask for a healer
when we are in pain. The healers are to make our lives easier before falling
ill.”

‘Going to a healer before getting sick’ sounded just like something this pansy
Central clan would do. As much as Jensene wanted to refuse this disgrace, he
was no longer a Kirgheazean. Although he did not carry his mate’s claim on him,
in everybody’s eyes he now belonged to the Central clan.

“I see.” He answered, still hoping to send the healer away from himself. He
might not believe all that palace gossip reaching even at his lonely ears, but
the guy was really eerie. “I would send for-”

“My lady asked me to see you now. That is, of course, if you are also willing
to do so.” The healer insisted.

It was not that the guy was being directly disrespectful. On the contrary, his
body language as well as his words was the most respectful. He was simply
reminding Jensene his place in this palace; telling him that although he was
the fucking Queen of the kingdom, he was supposed to obey the freaking First-
wife.

“Of course.” So, he had to go through this charade. He could; it was not really
a burden. However, he had no idea what to do. He hated being in this position.
Every single day he found himself in a situation that he had no idea how to
proceed on. As if the healer read his thoughts –and Jensene really did not need
any other creepy thoughts about the beta- Hayer-dala asked him to move to his
bedroom.

The palace life was affecting Jensene; and how strange it was that it had
managed to do so even with so little personal interactions Jensene had had
here. He had used to be brave and strong, a soldier. He did not remember being
afraid of being alone with a beta. Now, he felt anxious. He wanted to stop the
creepy healer, but had no idea how to say it without sounding boorish or
coward. Before he could come up with a plan, the healer asked:

“Please take your clothes off, my Lord.”

Jensene had expected that he needed to show his body for a healer; so he took
his tunic off while pretending he was comfortable in the situation.

“I cannot examine you with your clothes on, my Queen. Please take everything
off.” The healer kept talking. Jensene could say that the beta was trying to
ease him. “I know it is not something of common that you stay naked in front of
any betas or alphas other than your mate. However, it is different with a
healer, my Lord. You should not fear. My sole intention is to help you, to
understand your body, to keep you healthy, to prepare you for the strong heirs
of our everlasting kingdom.”

Jensene took his clothing piece by piece and was painfully aware of being naked
and alone. He lay down on his large bed pretending that he was not at all
uncomfortable of being under the gaze of the creepy healer. However, he was way
too nervous to be able to manage his act as well as he preferred. He could see
his own heart beating fast at his neck so he was sure the healer could see it
too, even if he somehow managed not to recognize the scent of nervousness.
Thankfully, the beta did not say anything about his nerves. Nor did he mention
his lack of claiming mark. His too long, too thin fingers moved around
Jensene’s pale body; stopping at parts that made Jensene even more
uncomfortable. The healer must have realized it because he started talking
again:

“I have to check your health and these areas are the checkpoints, my Lord. Here
is where your body would first tell me if there is sickness in it.” He
explained while his sharp fingertips poking at his neck. “The second tell is in
here, my Lord. Please lift your arms… yes like that.” The healer pushed
Jensene’s arms and kept examining his sensitive under arms.

Jensene knew it was not anything sexual, however –though very weak- the scent
of arousal was raising from the beta and adding more into Jensene’s
nervousness.

“You are ticklish, my Lord?” The beta asked; his voice was a little bit rougher
than when he had started. “You should not feel ashamed. Many people but
especially omegas are sensitive to touches even to those which are from a
healer or a priest.” He continued and then added with an even lower whisper,
“Especially when they are touch-starve.”

Jensene believed that the healer’s touch was not welcome and it was only
because he was ticklish that he had the urge to wriggle. He had never thought
that his reaction was because of lust; because he had not been touched. Was
that eagerness what he felt? The shame grew suddenly burning his cheeks more.
Could this arousal scent be due to his eagerness maybe? Was his body sending
signals without his knowledge and putting the poor healer into a very difficult
place?

“Now I’ll touch close to your private parts, my Lord. Please beware.” And his
–still- cold fingers moved closer to the omega’s pubic bone. “So far the only
problem seems to be you being too thin, my Lord.” He continued speaking in a
low tone.

Jensene tried to keep his hands on his sides, trying to keep himself calm. He
could not decide whether his shame would be higher or lesser with somebody
else’s presence. He had never felt as naked as he felt right now.

“Please breathe, my Lord!” The healer asked nervously, “Breathe with me, in and
out… in… and out…”

“Is it over?” Jensene asked. His shame shook his voice.

“Not yet, my Lord. Please be patient.”

Jensene tried to close that part of his brain, tried not thinking that how the
touch of the healer did not really feel that innocent. It was lingering too
long, almost caressing… and was moving lower and lower…

After what seemed like hours, the healer finally rose up.

“You can now cover up, my Lord.” His voice was rigid but Jensene could feel the
slight shake in it.

“So, is there anything wrong with me?” He asked, trying to be commanding while
covering himself as quick as he could manage.

“I’ll send you a tea to help you gain some weight. It will also help you to
catch the Alpha’s seed.”

“But… Why do I need any help?”

“My Lord, you spent two months with your mate and still without any roots.
Don’t you think it is getting urgent?”

After his embarrassing comments, the healer left the room. So, they were
expecting him to get pregnant in two months?! All of Jensene’s friends got
pregnant in the first years of their marriage. Most of them in the first
months; but not all of them. No one had said that the ones not getting pregnant
right away were not normal. Maybe because they were younger than Jensene? Maybe
at this age he was expected to carry without any delay. Right now all of his
friends had kids, as in more than one. Except poor Myshea. He had lost his only
child, together with his husband during the war.

Remembering his friend brought tears in his eyes. The yearning, loneliness and
the ever present shame kept him so melancholic all the time that Jensene was
sure he had turned into a girl already. Sometimes his loneliness grew too much
that he started forget about his lack of mating mark and the desire to seeing
his friends overcame everything. However, whenever he had tried to order Traki
to ask his alpha for permission to see them, his shame came back and stopped
him. How could he bring anyone of his friends here for them to see that he
could not even get a face time with his alpha? That he needed servants to
communicate with him. No, no… He could not face them. Not until… He knew it was
a desperate wish but he could not help hoping that when he managed to give an
heir to the Alpha, he might finally give his mark to Jensene. Then… then
Jensene could call for his friends and family and share his joy with them.
Everybody knew how proud and happy alphas became with a child. Jareath would
oversee his faults and give him his mark. Jensene was sure of it.


[jensene divider]
He was waiting for the signs. He was desperate. Every passing day his
interactions with others were diminishing, leaving him alone most of his time.
He was counting the days to see himself with a child. Doing everything he could
think of from drinking that foul tasting tea to tying sweet bay leaves under
his pillow. However, none of the signs of being with a child was there.

He patted his loyal horse just before pushing him forward one more time. It was
his only joy nowadays. His only friend. At the beginning, everyone at the
palace gave him stinky eye when he wanted to ride his horse. Apparently, it was
not something an omega was supposed to enjoy. However, Jensene could not care
less what they thought. They could all eat horse dung for all he cared. Idiots!
They believed only because he could bear children, he should not enjoy life. He
should become one of those –useless- ‘artwork’they loved to show off. Something
to be enjoyed of; not someone who could enjoy. Luckily, his alpha cared so
little about him that he did not forbid him to spend some time with his horse.
Yeah, he was the luckiest omega in the whole kingdom.

A sudden pain stopped his train of thought. It was so deep and so sharp that he
was almost falling off his horse. If the horse was not so attuned to him, he
would have. He had no idea how he stopped, how he climbed off. The pain was
taking him apart as if there was a wild animal chewing him from inside. He had
no idea how much time passed, but when he finally came to himself it was almost
dark and his poor horse was trying to push him up with his nose while
whinnying.

He pulled himself up on the horse and barely managed to keep himself there for
the whole way to the palace. Not surprisingly, it was only Traki who was
waiting for him.

“My Lord!” She cried, helped him down. “What happened?”

“Take me to my room, Traki. Please.” He managed between his teeth. It was only
then he realized his horse was all bloody. He was bloody. Then everything went
dark.
[jensene divider]
“Do you hear me, my Lord?” A creepy voice pulled him from darkness.

Jensene did not want to go towards that noise but he could not stay unconscious
any longer. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he realized he was at his
bedroom. It was dark, but at the palace it was almost impossible to tell if it
was night or day because they loved to cover the sun-mother with heavy drapes.

“Thank Gods, you’re awake.” The creepy voice again. Jensene’s eyes finally
found the person responsible for that voice. Of course it was Hayer-dala.

“Wha-“ He could not complete the sentence. His throat was completely dry and he
had no power to finish the task anyways.

“Shhh. Here, please drink some.” The healer gave him something with a spoon. It
was not as cold as Jensene would like, but it felt as if coming from the
eternal gardens. He could have drink the whole cup but the healer stopped after
few spoon. “Not so fast, my Lord. Take some time in between.”

“What happened?” Jensene finally managed to ask. His voice was not completely
there but it was at least audible now.

“You should rest now. You need to gain your strength. You lost too much blood.”

Blood? Oh, blood. He was covered with it; his horse was covered with it.
Jensene had not bled that much when he had been wounded during the battle.

“Tell me, now!” He asked with fervor he did not know he had possessed.

The healer did not insist. It was a good thing too since Jensene did not have
actual power to force him.

“I’m sorry, my Lord.” The healer started with an unusually sad expression. “You
lost your child.”

No. No… No… Jensene could not… He was not even… Was he?

“Please breathe with me. My Lord! Jensene! In and out. Together, with me.”

After a while his breathing was controlled and he realized he was crying.

“But… But…” He could not ask. He could not understand. He was an omega. Omegas
did not lose babies as long as they are alive. They simply did not. He was not
an abomination beta who somehow held a seed but could not finish the deed. He
was not. “I don’t…”

“I have not mentioned this to anyone, my Lord.”The healer explained. “Your
assistant and I are the only ones who knew this. I think it is the best to keep
it that way.” The beta probably felt the questions filling his mind and
continued, “You do not wish your alpha to think that you refused carrying his
seed.”

Oh! Of course, these barbaric people would probably blame the omega for the
miscarriage. Although he was not sure why would not they? How was that even
possible for an omega to lose the unborn baby? Jensene for sure had never heard
anything like that. Could it be because he was not marked by his alpha? Was it
possible that his body did not accept a child simply because it did not belong
to any alpha? Jensene knew whores do not carry children although they do serve
alphas all the time. Was it anything to do with the mating? Did his body
believe he was a whore and refuse to keep an alpha’s seed. Was that even
possible?

“Drink more, please.” Jensene only then realized the spoon next to his lips. He
drank everything the healer brought to his lips. And he did not even feel
ashamed when the beta dried his eyes and encouraged him to sleep more. He
wanted to sleep; he actually did not want to wake up again.
***** Chapter 9 *****
The light was playing games on the wall, reflecting from all those crystals
standing next to the window. It was Jensene’s only distraction these days. For
so long he could not even get up from his bed to cover his most basic needs. It
was Traki who had helped him with the bottles and those embarrassing buckets.
Traki had cleaned him, fed him and talked to him. For so long, the only two
people he saw were the beautiful and loyal assistant and that creepy healer.
After he had learnt that he lost his baby, Jensene did not want to continue
this dishonorable life any longer. However, his traitor body did not die. The
healer’s potions and Traki’s nurture had kept him alive even though there was
nothing left for Jensene here.

Sometimes he wanted them to let the Alpha know what happened. One part of him
wanted to believe that if the King knew his queen was so sick, he would have
come, he would have visited him. However, he knew that it was a bigger
possibility that he would not and Jensene did not want to test it. He did not
want to see the hatred in those hazel eyes either. How could the guy love him
now that his body, his freaking omega body, could not even keep a baby alive?
He could not make his alpha happy in the bed, he could not make him proud
during the day and he could not even give him an heir.

“Please eat more, my Lord. You’re still too weak.” Traki’s quite voice brought
him back to the present.

“I’m good for now, Traki. Thank you.” He tried to smile for the beta’s favor.
“I’m better now.”

“Oh, please. Being able to use the hammam is not equal to being strong. You
cannot stand more than few minutes; you need some food in you to get stronger.
Haven’t you missed your horse? The stable boys telling me he is most unhappy
with your absence. He does not allow anyone to ride him and he is getting all
restless. He needs you, my Lord.”

And how sad it was that the only thing the poor beta could come up with to
encourage him to stay alive was his horse. He had no one else missing him,
needing him. No one! The King had not even wondered why his omega did not go
thorough heat this month. Jensene was dying to ask, but his pride kept stopping
him. What pride? Traki cleaned his bottom for Goddess’ sake. There was no more
pride left for Jensene.

“Traki-”

“Yes, my Lord.” She answered enthusiastically. Jensene knew she was looking
forward for him to start a conversation, any conversation.

“Did J-… Did the King ask about me?”

The way the beta’s face crumbled explained too much and Jensene was already
sorry that he had asked. But there was no way he could take the question back.

“He was informed that you were not feeling well, my Lord.”

So, Jareath knew that Jensene was sick. So sick that his heat had not visited,
but he did not even… No, he was not going to cry over him. Not again.

Traki nervously looked around; there was something odd with her today.

“Is there something else?” Jensene would not surprise if the King had asked him
to leave the palace as soon as he could walk again.

“No... I think it is time for you to rest now.” The beta gently answered and
Jensene obeyed even though he knew she was lying.

He did not realize that he had fallen asleep until he opened his eyes again
only to find the room even darker than before. And a hand on his shoulder.

“Jen! Oh Jen, finally.”

“Mysh?!” Before Jensene could comprehend what was happening, his friend hugged
him so tight that he could not breathe. “Easy, easy…” He weakly pushed him away
to look at his face. “What are you… when did you… Am I dreaming?”

“You stupid, arrogant bastard!” Myshea hit him on the shoulder rather strongly
for his weakened condition. “You do not send a letter, you do not visit, you do
not send an invitation which apparently I need, to be able to enter the
freaking palace.”

One of the perks(!) of living in the palace that your friends could not visit
unexpectedly unless they were from the royal family. Which brought the
question:

“How did you get in?”

“The King sent for me. At least he believes friendship means for something.” It
was clear that he was not really blaming Jensene but there was that sore tone
underneath his voice. Did Myshea think that Jensene forgot him? And there was
pain too; Jensene knew how upset his friend got seeing him like this. And even
though he did not want anyone to see him weak and shamed like this, he missed
him so much that it was almost worth it.

“I missed you Mysh. I really, really-“ A coughing fit stopped his words and
left him breathless for a while. Myshea hurried him a glass of potion sitting
next to his bed and helped him lie back after the fit.

“What happened to you, Jen? Why did you not call for me? Why did you wait?”

Jensene could not answer. Suddenly all the sorrow he was keeping inside was
pushing out and he started to cry like a baby. Cried for his lost baby, his
dreams, his honor, his strength. Cried for all the nights he spent sick, dying
while he knew his mate was enjoying his nights with someone else. For some
reason he did not feel ashamed because of his crying. He already lost
everything including his pride; probably his sense of shame was no longer with
him either.

“Shhhhh… Oh, Jen! If I only knew... We all thought you were so happy. Shhhh.
It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.”
[jensene divider]
Myshea held his somehow couple of sizes-shrunk friend in his arms until Jensene
fell asleep on his shoulder. When the palace had contacted him, he had actually
got offended that Jensene had not done it personally. He had tried contacted
Jensene a month after the wedding; but even after the peace, entering the
palace as a Kirgheazean was not an easy task. He had spent days to find a way
to send a message to his friend but when he could not, he had not fight too
hard. He had found that the city was not so bad after all and there were enough
alphas who were interested in a blue eyed omega to keep him busy.

When he had those palace guards at his door, he had thought they came there to
deport him or something. However, they took him directly to the Duke of
Antoinna, the King’s cousin and the royal alpha explained carefully that
Jensene was sick. He was sick for a while and the Duke decided that the
presence of a friend might be helpful.

At the beginning Myshea had not had time to think how odd that it was the
Alpha’s cousin -not himself- contacted him. He had been worried sick for his
best friend at that time, but now that he finally saw him, he was getting more
and more curious. He had not seen the Alpha, Jensene’s mate, even once since he
entered the palace. The Duke left him with a beautiful beta who tried to
explain Jensene’s condition but not with any real explanation.

Now, he could see how miserable Jensene was and not only because he was ill.
Myshea knew his friend well enough to understand that his pain was not solely
due to from his illness but mainly because of loneliness. He had no idea how
his very pretty friend was so detached from his alpha. When he had thought
about them he had always remembered that magnificent wedding. Back then, he
would swear that he had felt the desire fuming from the couple. That the Alpha
had been dying for his mate. Myshea could smell his arousal even from where he
had stood all the way at the back. What could have happened to make those two
lovebirds fall so apart? He knew Jensene was not the most lenient omega around,
but his friend was all softness under that hard shell. There was no way he
could do something to anger his alpha so much that he would not visit him
during his sick days.

If Myshea had not spent his last couple of months with Go’assa alphas, he would
have thought it was because of Central clan’s disgusting customs. And although
he still considered some of their customs disgusting, he now knew that they
were fond of their omegas just like any Kirgheazean. The alphas he had spent
time with, they all wanted to pay for him, keep him, protect him. They had a
hard time understanding that he was working, that he wanted to work. That he
was not interested in mating yet. He had to explain to them that his family had
not disowned him; they still loved him and would welcome him if he ever needed
them. What they did not understand that Myshea only wanted the alphas, but did
not need them; he was completely comfortable of being his own.

His friend’s whispers brought him back from the deep thoughts. Jensene was
seeing a nightmare, shaking and crying.

“Jensene, Jen…”

Jensene opened his eyes with a panic and then hugged his friend.

“I lost my baby, Mysh.” He whispered.

“What?” Myshea had to ask because Jensene did not make any sense.

“I could not keep the weight of a baby in me. I guess there was a reason why I
never wanted to get mated.” After a while his words lost in his sobs and Myshea
had trouble understanding them. “I’m… I can’t even…”

Myshea could not comprehend the explanation his friend gave him.

“You were pregnant?”

“I was, and I did not even feel it.” He continued after an uncomfortable
silence, “I am not a real omega, I guess.”

“Will you just shut up with this nonsense?! Why would you even think that?”

“Look at me, Mysh, look at me! I cannot make my mate stick by me even after my
heat. He cannot stand spending a minute by my side. I did not even realize I
was pregnant. And I LOST MY FUCKING BABY! How any of these precious attributes
scream omega to you?” And he completed his hysteric explanations with another
fit of cough.

“Hey, hey…” Myshea tried to make his friend drink a little bit more of the
potion while trying to cool him down.

“OK, please be patient with me, Jen. I’m a little slow in understanding with
everything going on today. First of all, I have no idea why your alpha is not
snuffing your ass constantly like he’s supposed to do. However, I can tell you
this: since you’re not the one shooing him away, I say the problem lies with
him, not you.” He took a long breath before continuing while not leaving his
eyes from his friends hiding face. “About not recognizing being pregnant: I
never took you as one believing that stupid nonsense. You know that as well as
I do, the omegas start saying they are pregnant and voila they are. Because you
know what, they want to be and that’s what an omega after a satisfied heat
does: they get pregnant. Shocker!”

That last word managed to bring a shadow of a smile to Jensene’s pale face.

“And about losing your baby.” His voice is more serious and soft now. “I know
that the chances of that happening really, really low, but Jensene, you know
that it is not impossible. Maybe you were sick with something. Or maybe your
body craved for the mountains. Maybe we should take a break from the palace and
the city and go visit our home.”

“I cannot.” Jensene replied after a while. Then he raised his head and loosened
his collar.

Myshea did not know what to say upon the sight. His best friend’s neck was pale
all over, just like it had been before the wedding. There was no sign showing
that he was married, mated.

Jensene spoke slowly, checking his friend’s shocked face.

“I cannot go back to my family; bring this shame on them.”

“He did not mark you.” It was not a questions and Jensene did not answer. “Jen,
do you know why?”

The omega shook his head.

“I don’t know, Mysh. I thought everything was good, really good. But then he
got angry in the morning, I have no idea why? Actually, I have some idea, but…”

“What?”

“He… I think… He wanted to have more but…”

“Have more what?” Myshea was completely lost. “Hey, talk to me!”

“In the morning, I was hurt. Not too badly but… He’s huge, Mysh.” Jensene
managed to speak finally, his face is red with shame even with the paleness he
was suffering.

“Oh…” Myshea had witnessed that alphas of Go’assa were big -oh deliciously big-
and he had seen the King. The guy was like a giant standing next to Jensene. “I
mean, it is generally the case for the first nights, Jen. It takes some getting
used to.”

“I thought the same… But, I don’t think the omegas of Central clan are like us.
I’m sure he was expecting more and when I mentioned I was in pain, he was not
happy at all.”

“Are you sure? I mean it sounds like a pretty lame excuse for an alpha not to
give his mark to his virgin omega.”

“I don’t know. But believe me when I say this, I had all the time to think
about it. I just cannot find anything else. He became so irritated and angry
with me. I don’t know, maybe it was just because he never wanted to marry me.
It was only because of a peace agreement, right?”

That actually made more sense. Maybe it was a way of the Alpha’s showing his
disapproval on being pushed into a marriage.

“I suck at living here Mysh. My alpha doesn’t want to spend any time with me. I
make more mistakes than a newborn calf when I’m doing anything official. And
the First-wife hates me.”

“Shhh… Stop it, already. You should just think about getting better for now.
We’ll figure the rest out.”


[jensene divider]
The palace was an interesting place if Myshea should summarize it in a single
word. It was too crowded, so many people: soldiers, maids, diplomats… and many
more that Myshea had no idea who they were or what they were doing. However, it
was nothing like the crowded houses he had used to. You could not stop and chat
with anyone passing by the corridors. Actually, you could not chat with anyone,
period. So many people and Myshea felt completely alone while waiting for his
friend to wake up. Traki, Jensene’s personal assistant or whatever, had brought
him food and drinks; however she had not stayed with him. Probably it was
against some kind of stupid palace protocol for the assistants to eat with the
guests. After finishing his lonely lunch, he had decided to go out and do
something, anything; but the palace was simply too big to figure his way
around.

When he was back to Jensene’s chambers -luckily he had not been completely
lost- he saw that Jensene was not alone. There was an old beta, standing next
to his friend’s bed.

“Can I help you?” He could not help asking, there was something odd and creepy
with the guy.

“Oh, you must be the friend. I’m the Queen’s healer. I’m here to check his
progress.” The creepy guy replied.

“While he’s sleeping?”

“There is so much I can tell from someone’s sleep, sir.” He might as well spit
out the last word. “I do not require him to be awake to tell he’s much better
now, for example.”

“So, you’re leaving?” Myshea realized too late that he should have stopped
himself. It was never a good thing to be hostile when you were surrounded with
foreigners... or when you were a foreigner.

“Actually, I was going to ask you the same. It is highly inappropriate for the
Queen to be naked with strangers. And, I need to check his body now.” Without
waiting for Myshea’s respond, the healer woke up the sleeping omega. “My Lord,
it is time for your treatment.”

Jensene’s eyes fluttered open with surprise and Myshea felt such warmth when
those green eyes found him right away.

“Oh, Hayer-dala. Sorry, I was not supposed to sleep this long.”

“It is actually the best, my Lord. You need to rest so that you can gain your
strength back.”

Myshea walked right next to his friend, to the opposite side of the bed.

“Need help, Jen?” He asked, the burning eyes of the healer on his back, but did
not care even a bit.

“I…”

Before Jensene could finish up his sentence, the healer intervened:

“I was just explaining your friend that you might prefer him not being present
during the treatment.”

“Oh, please. We spent the day prior to the wedding in his hammam together.”
Myshea did not let Jensene decide on the matter and started helping him get
naked. “It’s not like it’s something I have not witnessed before.”

Luckily, the healer did not protest when Jensene did not say anything and kept
going on whatever was doing. It was strange watching this creepy –why was he so
creepy Myshea did not know- man touching, groping his pale and weak friend. The
beta’s hands were big. He was actually big all over; too big for a beta but you
could never know in Go’assa. People here were like the giants in stories, all
tall and broad.

When the healer’s hands were touching really low on Jensene’s belly, Myshea
held his friend’s hand without even thinking. He could almost taste the
discomfort rising from Jensene. However, there was something else. A different
scent in the room, which was something very familiar but Myshea could not
figure out what it was. As if it was changed, or—The holy sun-mother! It was
masked. With horror his eyes found the healer’s face. The guy’s eyes were glued
to Jensene’s body and he was… he was scenting him. Without realizing Myshea
squeezed Jensene’s hand even more.

The tension was almost tangible in the room. It felt like the whole procedure
took hours, although the position of the sun had not changed so it could only
be minutes. The healer seemed not affected from the way the omegas regarding
him. He simply ended his session, told Jensene that he was definitely getting
better and left.

“Jen, there is…” He had no idea how to explain this to his friend. “I think-”

“He is creepy isn’t he? I mean it is not just me, right?”Jensene asked, sounded
frantic.

“I don’t think he is a beta, Jen.”

“What?!“

“I think he is masking his scent; he is trying to be like a beta, but he
isn’t.”

“Oh?!” Jensene’s face crumbled for a second. “I thought I was being paranoid.
His touches make me so sick, Mysh. I thought… I thought I was getting crazy.”

Myshea hugged his friend not paying any attention that he was completely naked.

“Oh, Jen.” He whispered almost to himself, “What are these people doing to
you?” He straightened up after a while and helped Jensene to get dressed. “We
should say something to the Alpha. I mean, I know these Go’assa alphas are a
little…” he could not find the words and instead settled with a hand gesture,
“you know... But I doubt the King would approve his omega to be alone with
another alpha… who was by the way scenting you.”

“We cannot.” Jensene’s voice was low.

“Why the hell not?”

“He is the First-wife’s personal healer, Mysh. She sent him to me. And he knows
about the miscarriage.”

“What?!” Myshea was in world of wonders he assumed. Every single minute there
was another blow, “You mean your alpha doesn’t know?”

“Of course not. I doubt that he’ll keep me in the palace if he knew I cannot
even manage to give him an heir.” He raised his head to look into Myshea’s
eyes, “I mean, come on, look at me. You cannot tell me he is keeping me because
he loves me or some shit, right? The only reason I’m not in the whore houses of
Go’assa is because there is a chance that I can give him what his wife cannot.
Oh, and also that stupid shit peace arrangement. Do you think if he realizes
that not only I cannot keep him satisfied in bed, but not even keep a child in
me, he is going to stay lenient with me? What do you think he’s going to do? Do
you think anyone from Kirgheazean would find him guilty if he throws me out?
What do you think my brother would be more ashamed of, me not having the mark
or me not giving an heir to my alpha?”

By the time he was finished, Jensene was out of breath. There were tears
running down on his cheeks although he did not sound like crying, only angry.
Real angry. Angry was good. Myshea could handle the angry.

“Can you stop exaggerating things, please?” Myshea tried to keep his voice as
calm as possible. “First of all, throwing an omega out is a shameful thing even
in Go’assa-”

“Oh, please. We both know he did it before. He did it with his marked omega,
Mysh. I know about her. Palace gossip even found my lonely ears; the first-wife
generously shared the information regarding her: Her father was one of his
generals, did you know that?” He gave a hysterical laugh, “But even that was
not enough to keep her safe. He fucking sent his marked omega to her father’s
house. Do you think he would show me more concern? Or something my situation
makes you think I’m his favorite or something. Read my lips: I am not. I was
sick lying here for four weeks and he has not visited me, even once!”

The coughing fit that Myshea was expecting finally arrived, depriving Jensene
of more talking and unfortunately breathing too. He tried to calm his friend
with small touches and drops of potion. Myshea knew there was something wrong
with this situation but he could not even start understanding it let alone
solve it.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Two riders passed by the small hill; their happiness were visible all the way
from the palace. Jareath would think that he even heard their laughs if he did
not know that it was not quite possible. He also knew what he was feeling was
wrong. He should be happy that his mate –as much disobeying and non-submitting
as he was, Jensene was his mate- was healthy enough to ride his beloved horse.
He should not feel jealous that he preferred spending his time with his old
friend instead of with his mate. He should feel happy. He should, but being the
Alpha did not necessarily mean that he was all logical and just.

How could he not; his heart was boiling with jealousy. Jensene had not
requested his help during his last heats. Jareath had been waiting for them,
his only excuse to see his disobedient mate. Only time he could enjoy his
delicious moans. Only time the omega let him touch his body without making any
face. However, Jensene had not asked for him and Jareath was dying to learn how
his mate was managing to pass his heat. Maybe, he did not anymore. Oh, the
first month he had thought that Jensene was pregnant, but the healer cut that
hope short right away. Then he thought it was because the omega was sick, but
he had seen him running around with his friend over a month now. Surely,
whatever illness that he had had should be fine by now. Seeing them this
carefree and happy, he believed that this widowed omega might be the one behind
all of this mystery. A widowed, lone omega in the palace! As if Jareath needed
anything more to feed the palace gossip.

He watched as the omegas got closer and stopped their horses right next to him.
They gave him a fleeting look, before greeting him respectfully; Jensene maybe
a little less respectful.

“I see that you’re back to your health.” He simply stated after a nod to greet
them. “Maybe you can return to having dinner with us again.” And he added
towards the guest, “Please join us too… Myshea, right? For tonight, at least.”

“Gladly.” Myshea answered, his blue eyes were not lifting from the ground. “Do
you enjoy riding too my Lord?” The omega asked after a short wait.

“Excuse me?”

“I just saw that you were watching and assumed you like riding, am I wrong to
assume?”

“No, not at all. You are correct; I enjoy riding; probably not as much as the
Queen. Unfortunately I cannot find time to indulge all my pleasures.”

“That is very sad. But maybe you could arrange a time to join us sometime...?.
The weather is perfect right now, not too hot or too cold.”

“Thank you, Myshea. I shall definitely arrange a time for next week maybe.” His
eyes flicked to Jensene who was not even paying attention to them but currying
his horse. “I will see you at dinner.”

“Sure.” Myshea answered with a bow. Jensene only whispered some non-words that
Jareath hoped meant ‘yes’.

He tried the breathing exercises to restrain his nerves while returning back to
throne room. He needed all his patience for tonight. Not only Jensene but
Genevieve too would chew on his nerves. He must have done something really bad
in his previous life to warrant such a tiring family life.
[jareath divider]
As he had been expecting, Genevvea’s mood suddenly dropped when he mentioned
that the dinner was going to be for four people. Sometimes it was funny to
watch his wife’s antics, even though her tantrum kept sucking his life energy
slowly. Did she really think that she was being discrete in her hate for
Jensene? The way she was talking as if nothing happened said so. However, her
face, her very expressive and beautiful face was telling everything Jareath
needed to know. Her jealousy even before he got remarried was legendary
–sometimes Jareath thought maybe she was an alpha, if women could be alphas
that is. And after she had learnt that he was going to get married with
Jensene, she managed to top her previous record. Her jealousy only dimmed after
she learnt that he had not mated Jensene… Slightly, but still…

And now, there would be another omega at the dinner table, an unclaimed-omega
that was. And Jareath knew his wife was going to be stir-crazy, learning that
Jensene’s friend was a widow. For some reason, this knowledge did not scare him
but amused him instead. Maybe he had turned into a masochist over the time he
was married Genevvea, who knew?

He really wanted to know Myshea more. He tried to tell himself that it was
nothing to do with Jensene, but his discipline, result of years and years long
training as the heir, would never let him to lie to himself. He knew that he
desired to learn more about Jensene from the omega. He wanted to watch closely
as his Queen interacted with his friend. He had watched from afar those
blinding smiles and wanted to see them up close. Even if they were for someone
else, he wanted see Jensene smile. It had been a really long time he enjoyed
that brilliant smile.

When the dinner started, it did not seem likely that he was going to see
anything but grumpy faces. Genevvea was trying her best to be a proper first-
wife but her jealousy was pouring out of her. Jensene’s face was an
impenetrable fortress; his eyebrows might be as well made out of stone the way
they were not moving from their frowned shapes. The only other person at table
who was at least trying to smile was Myshea; asking about random and polite
stuff and continuing an easy conversation with Jareath.

Without realizing, they started to talk about Myshea’s and Jensene’s childhood.
Jareath found himself laughing his ass off on the story Myshea told about how
Jensene had fallen into a well while washing his face for 101th time in order
to have a fairer face. It was even funnier that Jensene’s and Genevieve’s faces
wore the same furious expression upon that laugh.

“Oh, come on… It is funny.” He couldn’t help advocating himself.

“Yeah, it is. Especially after he became this fierce warrior, declining every
proposal because” and he made a very funny –and most probably completely wrong-
- impression of Jensene, “I’m not to be an omega bitch. I will die while riding
my horse with my bow in my hands.”

Jareath could not swallow his wine and spurt everything on the table. He
apologized with a cough,

“I’m so sorry but Myshea, you have the funniest stories.”

“Unfortunately it is not the truth, my Lord.” Myshea answered smiling, “If
Jensene stopped being the kindest host and started to tell stories from my
past, you would also agree with me that these stories are nothing. I have the
most shameful childhood.”

“Maybe, Jensene would tell us--”

“No!” Jensene cut his words suddenly, then as if he realized what he did, he
tried to soften his response, “I mean, what kind of friend would I be to tell
our childhood secrets, right Mysh?”

Myshea did not let his impression change, “My kind of friend?” He asked
playfully.

The sudden blush covering Jensene’s beautiful face touched something primal
inside Jareath’s chest. He felt his arousal suddenly building. His cock started
to push his pants as if on cue. He realized that it was Jensene who realized
what was going on with him, before his wife even though her seat was closer. It
had to be an omega thing he thought and that thought itself was enough to
remind him about the other things special for an omega that his beta wife could
not do. Like taking his swollen knot in that beautiful ass and squeeze—a cough
from his angry wife brought him back to the dinner table.

“Maybe we should skip the dessert?” She asked; her voice barely contained her
anger.

“Oh, but I heard it is the chocolate mousse. Jensene cannot stop talking about
it.” Myshea asked coyly, though Jareath knew that this omega was quite far from
being coy.

And Jensene eating chocolate; there was no way Jareath was going to miss that
show.

“Surely we cannot send our guest half hungry, right Gen? It would not be noble
of us.” He tried to explain while signaling the maids for dessert.

Myshea continued on the frivolous subject of how different the flowers were in
Go’assa than in Kirgheazia. Jareath understood and appreciated the effort, but
it was doing nothing for Genevieve’s fury. If he knew he could live it through,
he would suggest that she leave. However, he was very fond of his big alpha
balls and did not want to risk losing them. Regardless, it was worth every
single fuss she would make him suffer when Jensene tasted the dessert. His eyes
were fluttered close with passion and he gave out those enchanting noises even
though he was trying to stop himself.

Jareath’s dick rose to attention asking for a play with that omega. His
traitorous dick did not listen that Jensene was not his actual mate, he did not
submit and asked for the claim, that he did not lust for Jareath… He wanted
this omega and everybody at the table was now aware of that; even Myshea
although he sat at the very end of the table. The omega gave a knowing smirk
while licking his own spoon.

“This desert is absolutely delicious Jen, I owe you greatly for introducing me
to it.” He added while smiling.

Jareath decided that he played with fire long enough and left with his wife
before Genevieve did something horrible like carving Jensene’s eyes out. He
could not not sleep with Genevieve tonight, but he promised his traitorous dick
that he was going to ask for Jensene tomorrow. Heat or no heat. He was the
fucking Alpha and if he wanted to taste his mate, he was very well going to do
so.
[jensene divider]
“Oh, that Darksea bitch is going to kill you, Jen.” Myshea asked when they
arrived Jensene’s quarters.

“She can try.”

That was unexpected. There was a glimpse of old Jensene there, maybe?

“Exactly, and I don’t think a flimsy beta can actually win any fight against
you.”

“Mysh, you have to teach me.”

“Wha??” Myshea was obviously confused because they could not be talking about
fight anymore. If anyone teaching anyone how to fight it was Jensene teaching
everyone else.

“You saw him. He… He will ask for me.”

“Oh.” Yes, Myshea saw how aroused the Alpha was. “But… I mean. Are you sure?”
He did not want his friend to have a false hope. After everything he went
through, he did not think Jensene could handle another heartbreak.

“I… I don’t know. But he might. I felt his desire, Mysh. At least he wants to.”

“OK, OK. But I still don’t get what you’re asking me to teach you.”

“You told me… You told me before… that if I still need…”

“Hey, hey, breathe. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You promised if I had still questions after the marriage you’d teach me.”
Jensene finished the whole sentence in a single breath.

“Oh…” Hell, now he remembered. “O—OK. So, what… I mean you already know
everything, no?”

“What do you think, the only time I had sex when I could actually think was my
first night. And it was disastrous apparently. Please Mysh… Maybe this time I
can be good and he’ll accept me. Please… Please.”

Myshea did not know what to say. He did not think that knowing more about sex
was going to help whatever the problem was between the Alpha and Jensene but he
could not say something that cruel to his best friend. Not now, not when
Jensene was pleading him.

“OK… OK… I’ll try my best to teach you how to steal his mind in bed.”

Jensene gave him a strong hug. “Thank you.”

The hug was more than an appreciation, it was pleading in itself. With that
hug, Myshea realized how much touch-starve his best friend had become. He was
an omega, a mated omega with a non-touchy mate. He did not have family around
so the only time he got a human contact with—with Myshea. He wanted to hit
himself not thinking about it before. He should have thought how much in need
Jensene was. To cover his previous mistakes, he hugged his friend even tighter,
letting his hands move on his shoulders.

It took them a while to disentangle from each other. Jensene looked sheepish,
sat down stressfully on the bed.

“So… What now?”

“Oh, please!” Myshea realized he should let the seriousness go away or they
could never accomplish this task. “First, you have to feel comfortable with
your body. I don’t mean you should not blush. I saw what your stupid blushing
does to your alpha. But you should believe that you look gorgeous when naked.”

As if on cue, Jensene’s whole face turned that tasty pink.

“Good, good going, just like that. Turn that pink on to turn your alpha crazy.”
He continued mercilessly. “Come on Jen. You have to strip.”

Obviously, he had to teach how to strip for an audience to his shy friend.

He wanted to laugh at his shyness, the way he tried to cover himself while
stripping. He knew that to show him how it was done was not the only method,
but it was easiest. And if he should confess, he enjoyed the way Jensene looked
at him. His deep green eyes were studying him; very different than any other
time; appreciating the body in front of him.

“Come on. We have seen each other naked so many times. Be brave!” He had to
promote Jensene couple of more times.

When the young omega stripped the third time, he got some very good moves that
Myshea was certain would turn the certain alpha’s mind out.

“OK. Now the touches.” He started; but could not continue with Jensene
groaning; his face buried into his soft pillows. “Hey, if you don’t want to--”

“It’s not that… I mean… How…” Jensene stuttered.

Myshea had to stop his gibberish using his hands. The words would not work
after this point. He let his fingers move softly on the omega’s shoulder
blades. His heart caught up with the hitch in Jensene’s breath upon his touch.

“Shhhh… Everything is gonna be alright, Jen. Just relax.” He kept touching with
using his both hands, a combination between a sensual massage and caress. He
did not realize when it became so passionate, how both of them were tense with
sexual tension, when his hands ended up on Jensene’s most private parts. He
just felt the need for touching him. He felt Jensene’s need for any type of
touch but things suddenly went very wrong. While he was still fighting with
himself about what he was doing, his fingers were already on the most private
parts of Jensene. And his friend’s quite moanings did not let any coherent
thoughts to form in his mind. When they both came, Myshea’s hands were in their
holes, three fingers in him, two in Jensene’s; Jensene’s was biting his
shoulder to hold his howl. They both were naked and wrapped around each other.

Myshea came to himself first. Without knowing anything better, he wrapped the
blanket over their sweaty bodies and pulled Jensene for even a tighter hug. He
knew Jensene was beating himself now. Omegas were not supposed to have sex with
each other. That was a big taboo, such a big ‘no-no’ that no one would even
speak of it. However, Myshea was a widowed omega for quite some time and he
knew it was not as non-existing as everyone wanted to believe. He himself
enjoyed several other widowed omegas’ company in the past. It was not all
similar to being with an alpha or even with a beta, but it was a different
taste, different relaxation, different pleasure. How he was going to explain
all these to his very naïve friend, he had no idea.

“Hey.”

“I don’t want to talk right now.” Jensene’s voice was closed.

“Alright...” He just hugged him tighter and prayed that this was not the
biggest mistake of his life.
[jensene divider]
Jensene woke up with a warm, happy feeling. He snuggled into the warmness next
to him before realizing who that warmness was. However, his memory found him
even before he could open his eyes. The sated feeling left its place for
something dreadful; he felt as if his blood run cold.

“Jen?” He heard his best friend’s timid whisper. “You awake?”

He wanted to answer but could not find his words. So he ended up getting up
without a word and put on his clothes on promptly.

“Jen, please talk to me.”

It was the despair in Myshea’s voice that convinced Jensene to talk finally.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Please don’t hate me Jen… I—“

“Why would I hate you?” He asked all confused.

“I should not have done that. I’m so sorry. I… I knew you were vulnerable and I
took advantage of your situation, I… I’m so sorry.”

“Hey…” He needed to console his friend but did not know how. Was he really so
hungry for a touch that he let his friend have sex with him. No. That was an
easy way out and he knew it. Just remembering that creepy healer and his
invasive touch was enough to convince him that he would have say no; easily. If
he had not wanted Myshea’s touches that was. But he had not wanted to refuse.
The responsibility belonged to him as much as to Myshea. “I should have said
no, Mysh. I am the one who has a mate. I could have said no… should have.”

“Please do not blame yourself. You did not have any chance to—“

“That is where you are wrong, Mysh. I had all the chances. If it was anyone
else… I mean anyone other than you or my alpha... I would easily say no.”

The truth was in the open, and for some reason accepting it did not feel as bad
as before. He actually felt guilty of how little he felt guilty.

“What we did, Mysh… I mean we… we cannot--”

“I know.” Myshea did not allow him to complete. “I just want you to know. I
have done this before.”

Jensene could not help his eyes, he knew they were too big, too open; showing
all the reaction he would prefer keeping inside. Did Myshea actually say that
he had sex with other omegas? Omegas, like more than one. He realized he said
the last sentence aloud when Myshea answered with a barely kept smirk.

“Yes, with other omegas. I have been a widow for too long Jen. And even though
my heat is nothing like it was during my mated time, I still go through that. I
still have needs.”

“But you said you slept with alphas?”

“That too. And betas.”

“Oh, the goddess Klea! I mean, seriously? Seriously?”

“It is more common than you may think.” Myshea added. As if it was not a blood
freezing revelation. “What do you expect widowed omegas do? Mate again? Right
away? I… I could not put anyone in place of Narazia. It is different now, but
back then… I could not. But I had the urges, and… I don’t know... With omegas
it was always a secret. Nobody wants to know two omegas can pleasure each
other, so it was clean and secret.”

“So what they say about widowed omegas…” He stopped himself before completing
his sentence. This was Myshea, his best friend. His only friend actually. The
person who had held him through war and now through seclusion.

“Yes, we became whores.” Myshea completed it anyways. For anyone else, there
was no pain in his voice; but Jensene knew him better. He had hurt him.

“I’m sorry, Mysh. I did not mean it. I was… I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’ll give you a pass, but for only this once.”

He could not help but hug him.

“Thank you.”

Jensene wanted to believe that this was only for one time thing. That it was a
stupid mistake and they would forget about it. But even right after the
morning, even before their breakfast, he knew it was not going to be forgotten.
He remembered how Myshea touched him, how his face distorted with pleasure. How
his fingers found that place inside his ass and played for what felt like
hours. And Jensene knew he wanted it. He wanted more. And the more was what
they got when the Alpha did not ask for Jensene for that night either.

They were both aware that they both wanted it. And thank the goddess, Myshea
was the brave one again and initiated the touching. This time, Jensene was not
lying there. He touched him too, held him down and kissed him. It was going out
of control but he had only this in his life and he did not care. He wanted. Oh,
he wanted so much. Before the night was over, Myshea managed to make him come
again, one hand in his ass up to four fingers, and engulfing his cock in his
mouth; doing crazy things with his experienced tongue.

“So… That’s how you give a blow job.” Myshea explained when Jensene was back
from the clouds.

“Right, as if it is any way similar to an alpha’s cock.”

“It is similar. Just smaller. So when you’re with your alpha; you cannot put
everything in your mouth, but don’t forget, you can use your hands too.”
***** Chapter 11 *****


When the third day rolled over after that chocolaty dinner, Jareath could not
hold on any longer. He did not care the reciprocations from his wife; he needed
to see his omega. He sent his maid to Genevieve to let her know that her
presence was not required and another to Jensene asking him to be present at
his bedroom.

When he entered the room it was Jensene’s scent that met him first. He was
clean and had oiled nicely to improve his own scent, the one that was similar
to their wedding night. It was nice to know that his omega had prepared himself
for him, his alpha side was too happy with himself. After their wedding night,
the only times he had seen his mate was during his heat and although the scent
of an omega in heat was an overabundance of all senses, this prepared scent
gave a different kind of satisfaction.

Jensene met him standing next to his bed, his green eyes on the floor, and
those freckled –Gods, Jareath missed those freckles—cheeks were pink with
coyness. The scene removed all his tiredness and worries for a moment. The love
and affection started pouring from his heart. His alpha wanted to hug this
sweet omega and never let go. Especially when Jensene started to remove his
clothes wordlessly, not even lifting his eyes from the floor. The color of his
cheeks had turned into a vibrant red by the time he stripped his over shirts
and pants. He was standing there in his undershirt, which was almost see-
through since the omega stood in front of the candles. The way it was barely
covering his ass added an extra allure to the white innocent looking clothing.

“Let it stay.” He ordered. His words suddenly put his omega in stress. He
rushed to remove any misunderstanding, “Only the shirt, remove the rest. I
enjoy how it sits on your body.” Jareath swore the omega’s color turned even
redder.

Even though it was not appropriate for a king to do so, Jareath had been in the
whore houses of Go’assa before getting married and knew how those experienced
whores used the stripping as an art form. He could feel his mate was trying to
do so. He was not as successful but his inexperience and coyness added another
flavor to the act. And, not at all in a bad way. The way he was trying to
impress his alpha even though the act was so hard on him was impressive and
soothing and so much sexier.

By the time Jensene dropped his loin-cloth on the floor, Jareath’s cock was all
hard and leaking. The vision in front of him was so impressive that he could
not find his word for few moments. That probably prompted the omega to kneel in
front of him. His small, --everything about him was so petite—beautiful hands
found their way around his pants and with a little fumbling release his hard
organ. The soft fingers massaging the organ caused an overdose in pleasure and
Jareath could not hold his moanings in. His dick poured an excessive amount of
pre-come, creating a mess in the omega’s pretty hands.

He could sense the omega’s nervousness, his heart was beating so hard it was
visible through his veins in his pretty neck. He did not however expect Jensene
to open his pretty, pretty mouth to take his pink tongue out. The omega’s
nervousness was obvious and Jareath could not help that distasteful image from
his memory to come to his mind suddenly. However before he could stop his mate,
Jensene licked him. He lapped on the leaking pre-come on his dick and the sound
he made was close to the times he was eating that sinful chocolate mousse.
Jareath was definitely not expecting the way his omega attacked his cock after
that first taste, nor did he expect the arousal seeping from him. Jensene went
from that coy, timid virgin to this hungry omega in matter of seconds. He did
not know which made him more aroused, the hot, wet mouth on his dick or the
panting, messy vision of the omega.

His alpha was so proud. The way Jensene was moaning his name was incredible to
his ears. The omega had done the same during both his heats but this time it
was different. This time he was not under the influence of his body, this time
he was knowingly and willingly calling for him.

“Please, please, please… alpha, alpha… oh, please…” he kept begging prettily.

“What do you want, Jensene.” He asked while kiss-biting his neck and shoulders,
“Tell me, what do you want?”

He was trying, Jareath could tell, he was trying but his shame was holding his
tongue back. He helped him by licking his neck, where it was the most sensitive
to an alpha’s touch.

“Come on, Jen. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

His words came out in a whisper, as if he was pushing them letter by letter:

“Knot me… Alpha, please, please knot me.”

Jareath did not let this good behavior go without a reward and pushed his
impatient cock into the leaking hole of the sweet omega who responded with a
pretty moan. He also kept his ass circling around to drive Jareath mad
apparently. It did not took too long when he felt his knot was swelling.

“I’m going to knot you so good, Jen. I’m going to wash your inside with my cum.
I’m gonna keep my seed in you so long, so fucking long.”

He would have kept going this non-sense going but Jensene’s weak, dry voice
stopped him cold:

“Bite me, alpha. Please give me the bite. Mark me, please, make me yours.”

Jareath did not realize if it was him who stopped completely or Jensene. He
could sense that the omega was crying while begging him, his neck, that pale
and pretty neck was open and inviting him. At first he was stopped shocked but
when Jensene’s pleas turned to whimpers, he realized his omega took his lack of
action as rejection. And he could not let it go that way. He latched into his
neck right away and as soon as he managed to push his knot into the waiting
cave, he bit down on that delicious meat.

The way Jensene’s blood filled into his mouth was nothing he could imagine. He
had bit Sareah previously, but the experience was nothing like this. He could
feel Jensene’s pleasure-pain too on top of his own bliss. It was that
connection more than the physical feelings that made him come harder than ever.

When the ecstasy of his orgasm let it place to pleasing warmth of knotted
leaking, he rearranged their bodies to lie down sideways, engulfing his omega,
his mate. He was so small, so tired and so rapt that it was easier than to
carry a child in his arms. But he was his mate now, finally, finally after so
long he submitted to him. His tongue found that place again and lick away the
almost closed wound. It would close soon but would never heal perfectly,
reopening every heat until their bond is broken.

That’s how he woke up; his hands circling the tiny body between his arms and
his mouth on that newly acquired bite. His mate, -finally, his alpha growled
inside, finally his mate- was warm and snuggled so nicely inside his arms. He
decided to wake him up with kisses and they ended up knotted again.

“Your skin taste so good Jen. I cannot get enough of you.”

“It might be because you’re hungry?” Jensene asked timidly. He was joking but
Jareath could feel the tension under his easy-going question. He was afraid
that Jareath might be angry with him.

“That too.” He answered while biting him with his lips. “And now, I am
imagining you covered in chocolate.”

When his knot deflated, remarkably faster than last night, probably due to the
very recent knotting, he gently moved under his omega to put on some clothes
on. Jensene got up too, pulling his very short undershirt to a futile attempt
to cover his buttocks.

“Oh, no, no. You’re not going to cover those pretty legs for breakfast. Just
put a shawl over. No one will join us this morning. I want to try my chocolate
dream on those legs.”

And the smirk his omega gave him was just priceless. Jareath did not know what
happened, what changed. Maybe it was because of the illness? Or maybe it was
the effect of his omega friend. Could be, he remembered very well how Myshea
treated him on that dinner. Maybe, he brought some news from his motherland
convincing Jensene to forget his old flames. The thought of his omega, his mate
now, to think about someone was enough to bring the jealousy back. He had to
control himself, to prevent doing something stupid to break the perfect day.

When it was time for him to go back to the business of ruling his country, he
could not help but tease, “Please thank your friend in my regard. I really
enjoyed whatever he did to you.”

He was expecting a smirk or a smile or maybe a little bit anger since anger was
generally there with Jensene. However what he got in response was neither of
those. It was fear; Jensene was panicking in front of him. His scent got that
sudden spike of bitterness and his pretty eyes became round with panic. He
stuttered some meaningless syllables, hands are gesturing some random
directions.

“Jensene, I was not being serious.” He had to intervene before things got out
of control.

“Oh!” And the relief washed over that handsome face.

Jareath sat down thinking long after his mate left his chambers. What would on
earth require that reaction he had no idea. At the end he had to settle with
thinking it as another strange way of his Kirgheazean mate.
XXX XXX XXX OOO XXX XXX XXX

[jareath divider]

XXX XXX XXX OOO XXX XXX XXX
After he had managed to deflect the first catastrophe Genevieve threw, things
had gotten a lot better. He could enjoy spending his time with his mate at
least three nights a week. The amount of sex he was getting was simply
incredible. He could feel his anger and impatience was slowly fading, he became
a calmer and maybe even more mature king. He could sense that Jensene was
getting a little bit sore with the repeated knotting, although his mate tried
his best to hide it. It was not like Jareath had not been trying not to knot
him; but every single time when they were in the middle of it, his omega kept
begging for his knot and it was such a tasty treat that Jareath could not hold
himself. Soon, he promised himself; soon knotting would not be such a novelty
and he would not hurt his sweet assed omega. Although, even thinking about
Jensene and his begging was enough to start filling his knot.

When Duke of Narzan entered the throne room, he was exactly in that position:
The files on the requests from the farmers were long forgotten on his big,
mahogany desk and he was day-dreaming on the sweet, little ass of his mate.
Chat must have sensed his lust because first his eyes opened up wide with
surprise, then he politely apologized and offered to leave.

“Come in, Chat. You are not one of those from whom I hide my secrets. We are
almost family.”

“My Lord is being very nice today.” He answered as a seasoned palace
politician, then added as a friend, “actually it became a thing lately. If you
are not careful, we will all get pampered by this easy going attitude.”

Jareath could not hold his laughter. He was happy, sated and happy, and he did
not want to hide it. However, before continuing his easy banter with Chat, the
worried look on his friend’s face stopped him.

“Gods! What is it this time?” Not even bothering with the protocol he asked
openly, “And please cut the crap. Tell me directly what the current problem
is.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” Chat answered, clearly not happy in his position. “You
know the peace agreement with Kirgheazeans?”

“I think I said cut the crap.” Apparently, Jareath’s anger had not been gone
far enough, “Of course I know it, I signed it, and you forced me to keep it.”
He added after a small smile, “I am quite glad that you did. I am very happy
with the consequences.”

“I know. I believe the whole palace knows how happy you are with your mate.”

“So?”

“You also know that was only the half of the agreement. You also need a half-
Kirgheazean heir.”

Jareath had not thought about it. As an alpha –and also as the King- he of
course wanted to have children. However, he very recently put his relationship
with his mate in some kind of order and they had spent barely two heat cycles
after that. Obviously, it was not something he could explain to the delegates.

“It has been more than five months, my Lord. The delegates are not yet
complaining, but they soon will be. For an omega not getting pregnant for this
long can be suspicious.” Chat continued calmly.

“What suspicion? They think that I deliberately not knot my own mate?”

Chat’s knowing eyebrows had all the answers he needed. The enmity between
Kirgheazeans and the Central clan was deep and old while the peace was very
young to hold a strong root.

“But, it could be a health problem with my mate.”

“Then, you are supposed to get another one.” Chat concluded.

“Fuck!”

He was fucked. All this happiness he had been experiencing was apparently too
much. Gods must have decided it was enough enjoyment for him and it was time to
be back to the problems.

“There must be a way.” He was desperate. He could not go through another
jealousy war. Especially, he did not want to sadden his new mate. He was still
very fragile with him and Jareath would simply die if Jensene got angry with
him. Strangely, it was easier with Genevieve. All that tantrums and yelling and
tenacity; but he knew how to deal with Genevieve. Jensene, on the other hand,
was a complete unknown; still Jareath had no idea what would make him upset or
how to regain his trust and love. “Come on, Chat. You can solve this.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot, My Lord. If we pass the six month line, Kirgheazeans
might get angry, rightly so. The wounds of the war are still fresh; many people
-both Central or Kirgheazean- still wish for a revenge. The delegates might not
be very patient with us. And if they start to believe that we are trying to
deceive them in this agreement… you know how it will be.”

Jareath knew. He knew the peace was held by a thin thread. How most of the
Kirgheazeans did not want to submit, how they were willing to die instead of
ruled by Jareath. He knew how much diplomatic chess they had to play to finally
achieve this agreement. He could not risk it. He was the Alpha-King and his
responsibilities went beyond for his mate and family.

“Let me explained it to Jensene first. Then, we will start the preparations.”
[jareath divider]
He had been scared for Jensene’s reaction. He had been expecting him to go
quite and unwilling like at the beginning of their marriage or to go angry and
vicious like Genevieve. What he had not thought at all was his mate to hold his
hands and beg for him to choose his friend as a mate. His best friend, Myshea.

“You want me to get married to Myshea?”

“You would love him. He is a perfect omega; he is very strong and agile too.
And you know how beautiful he is.”

“Stop! Jensene stop!” What was happening? “Why? I mean, why would you want me
to mate with your friend? Why would you want me to mate with anyone actually?
Are you not jealous?”

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Jensene asked innocently.

“Me! For the gods! Me. Your husband, your alpha.”

Jensene gave him the most confused look, his green eyes looking for an answer
to his questions on Jareath’s face.

“Forget about the jealousy then. Why do you want him? Why not someone you do
not know? A stranger?”

“Because I do not know them.” Answered his mate and Jareath almost heard the
silent ‘duh!’ at the end. “And I know Myshea. And he is not married or mated
now.”

“He is widowed, Jensene.”

“So?”

How could he explain to his mate that, although it never was a written rule but
a king to marry a widowed omega who had been tied to another was problematic.

“It is… It is not common.”

“I am not common.” Jensene explained. “I am… I cannot give you an heir, but he
can. He gave birth to a very healthy alpha boy, in his first year of marriage.
His family might not be strongest beylikh in Kirgheazea; but they are ancient.
His sons would be strong.”

“So you want him to marry me because of his ability to get pregnant?” These
Kirgheazeans were too hard to understand or decipher. Every time Jareath
thought he got them, there was something monumentally wrong in the picture.

“Also…” Jensene’s voice was too low now. “He would not want me gone.”

“No one can send you away Jensene. You’re the Queen.”

“I do not have to leave the palace to be gone, my Lord.”

Then everything became crystal clear. Of course living with a gomma like
Genevvea, Jensene was afraid that new coming mate might also want him gone, or
more easily, buried under the palace walls; remembered only for his heat. And
Jareath felt such guilt that it physically hurt his heart. He could not comfort
his mate. How could he? He had done it before. What could he possibly say to
persuade Jensene that he would not repeat his actions again? He owed that to
his mate. His pretty, young and innocent mate.

“If it is your wish…” He said, hugging Jensene in his arms, tight and secure.
He could deal with the palace etiquette for marrying a widowed omega. For
Jensene, he thought, there was not much that he would not do.
[jareath divider]
His third marriage was incredibly quite and small; only a few delegates from
Kirgheazean and Jensene were present to represent Myshea. Jareath settled with
his cousin and Chat as his side and the ceremony was over in matter of minutes.
Although he wanted to keep everything quite to damage control the big scandal;
he never thought having something this… soulless. He offered, more than once,
inviting and waiting for Myshea’s family to come from the East Mountains.
However, Myshea declined very politely. It was not his first marriage and he
did want to fuss around. Apparently when they did not fight for the marriage,
Kirgheazeans disregard all the other ceremony in marriage. Also, apparently as
a widow, he did not require a family member to represent himself. As if he was
not an omega but a beta. Kirgheazeans and their customs were strange.

During the ceremony and the dinner, Jareath watched closely his queen to see
any signs of sadness or regret. There was nothing. He even saw him winking at
Myshea, his best friend who going to bed with his husband. He freaking winked
him. It was impossible to understand these Kirgheazeans; he should stop trying.

When they were in the bedroom alone, he finally looked at his new husband. As
his husband; not his husband’s best friend. The omega was a very fine looking
guy. He looked a little bit older than Jensene. Jareath guessed marrying early
and losing a husband and a son would do that to you. He also had that
mischievous spark in his eyes that was missing in Jensene.

“So, we are finally alone.” He started, feeling more awkward than he had never
felt before.

“Oh, please, my Lord.” He winked him, “I am no virgin. You do not have to prep
me to ways of the marital bed.” He said with incredible brevity while walking
lustfully toward Jareath. “And I know it is quite strange for an alpha from
Central clan to wrap his mind around, but it is not so strange for us
Kirgheazeans to be friends with our gommas.”

“It is good that at least one of us not feeling awkward.” Jareath confessed.

Myshea laughed at his honest confession.

“Oh, I can play at awkward; but honestly, I really want to see and taste what
made our Jen so crazy.”

Jareath’s words broke to thousand pieces in his mouth. He had no idea how to
answer to this blunt omega. Myshea, on the other hand, stopped right in front
of him and started to strip.

“Oh, come on. This is something we both know. He is over his head in love with
you. So do not look so surprised.” When he was left covered only with his loin-
cloth he continued with a smirk. “But seeing you this shocked, makes me want to
talk about the stuff he told me.”

“What?”

“Come on, my King. Do you honestly think that being two omegas and this close
we have never talked about your magnificent dick.” He punctuated his sentence
with passing his hand over Jareath –huh, hard- cock. “The way he was talking I
started to believe he was making it up…” His voice hiked when Jareath’s dick
twitched and grew even more. “Oh the goddess Umay! You do have the most
magnificent dick.”

With that whimpering voice, Jareath left all his awkwardness behind. He pushed
Myshea down on the bed and devoured him. Sex with Myshea was different. It was
nothing like with Genevieve, but it was different than with Jensene too. He was
marvelous in the bed. He knew how to touch, how to tease and most importantly
how to demand. And having a demanding partner in bed was a novelty for Jareath.
He let Myshea to suggest, to ask and to beg only to give him everything. Myshea
let him knot him twice in the first night, one of them in a position Jareath
did not even know was possible. When they were falling into sleep, he realized
that this marriage was actually a blessing and not a burden.
[jareath divider]


The sun caught them entangled in each other’s arms. They were trying to be
careful but could not manage it always. Since he had married Jareath, Myshea
realized that Jensene was not feeling as guilty anymore. He showed his lack of
guilt by hugging Myshea at every opportunity and by blowjobs that became
legendary. It was still a dangerous game they were playing, but they both knew
that there was no way on earth that the King would visit either of them when it
was one of Genevieve’s days of the week. If her jealousy was a storm after the
King married Myshea, it became a hurricane from hell when she caught him
getting a blowjob in the middle of the day from his newest mate.

He remembered that day with a smile. How squeezed he was under that mahogany
table, the Alpha’s dick all the way in his throat and the knot hitting his
lips. He had not see Genevieve entering the room obviously, but he felt the
King’s blood running cold. He had realized that Jareath had been trying to
evade and send his wife away, but Myshea had not let it happen. He just hummed
around the dick in his mouth and then listened to the King trying to swallow
his moaning. It had been actually fun; listening to the First-wife’s disgusted
yelling while swallowing his alpha’s seed.

It was a good memory but even that was not enough to lift his recently dropped
libido. His body did not desire even the gentle touches of Jensene. He
preferred simply hugging him recently. He had no idea what had happened to him.
Since he had lost his virginity, it was only after giving birth to his son that
his body did not desire sex. Even that it had lasted shorter than this time.

“Mmmm… You’re awake already?” Jensene asked with a sleepy soft voice, nuzzling
his neck. Suddenly his eyes were open. “Oh, Mysh. You have a fever.”

“Huh, I haven’t been feeling that good recently. Finally I found out why.” A
little fever is nothing. He was even happy that he resolved why his body did
not ask for what he had always desired for. “I was not becoming frigid; it’s
just a simple illness.”
[jensene divider]
It was not a simple illness. It become so severe in matter of days that Myshea
was not even awake anymore. Jensene had no idea what had happened to his lively
friend. He was simply fading in front of his eyes and he had no idea how to
stop this. Myshea begged him not to let the freaky healer touch him before he
went into the oblivion which was a day ago. Since then Jensene had been next to
his bed trying to lower his fever with ice-cold towels and prayers.

He lit candles for Otenn, and asked for forgiveness from the merciful Goddess
of marriage. He was almost sure this was a punishment for their sins. He placed
offerings under her tree and poured his blood, which he collected while self-
whipping himself, on them. He cried and begged and prayed but nothing helped.
Either the goddess was angry beyond mercy or… Or there was something else that
Jensene did not know how to solve.

When Myshea’s body started to tremble, Jensene had had enough. He did not care
that he was dressed only in his undershirt and sleeping pants nor that his
bloody back was all visible under that shirt. He run all the way to the throne
room and throw himself at the feet of his husband, his alpha.

“My Lord… Please, please…”

[jareath divider]
Being a Duke was not always fun, but sometimes Khris enjoyed the small moments
of royalty when the impossibly boring bureaucratic life of palace gave him some
break. For example, right now he was the only one allowed in the room when the
delegates of the whorehouses of Go’assa were talking to the King. The delegates
were all too pretty and dressed to kill when they pull off their mandatory
street-cloaks. He had no idea what the dispute was; it was Jareath’s problem.
He was here to enjoy the view and by the gods the view was just perfect.

He was almost completed a silent agreement with one of the blondes using only
his facial expression when the unexpected noise resulted with abruptly opened
doors. They were not to be disturbed since the whores would not like to voice
their problems when many people are present. By the years of training, his
sword was ready to fall before he could even see the intruder. However, when he
saw that it was Jensene, the Queen of the known world, who entered the room, he
almost dropped his sword. The omega was wretched. Before anyone could do or say
anything, Jensene dropped himself at the feet of his alpha. It was only then
Khris could see his bloody back. His mind went all the way to war, traitors and
assassins, but Jensene’s crying voice stopped his over-reacting mind.

“My Lord! Please… Please.”

Jareath pulled his mate up, forcing him to look at his face. Khris can only
imagine the horror the poor delegates were experiencing. Although when he
looked, they all looked perfectly calm if only sad.

“Tell me, what happened, who did this to you!” Jareath’s voice was booming.

“No one… No one. It was my offering to Otenn. But that’s nothing-”

“Nothing?! Jensene, have you seen yourself? You’re fucking bleeding like a
boar-bait and telling me that you did this to yourself?!”

It was only then Khris could think of sending the delegates out. Before this
thing became the new gossip wave in Go’assa. The delegates politely implied
that they would contact the palace for another appointment and left without a
murmur. Khris, even when attending the delegates, could not keep his interest
away from the King and his mate. He knew the implications of whipping for
Otenn, but the idea of Jensene was even seeing another alpha let alone sleeping
with one was unimaginable.

“It is nothing. Alpha, please it’s Mysh...”

“What happened? Did Gen do anything?” Jareath’s voice was between anger and
worry.

Khris knew about the recent adventure between his cousin and his newest omega
in the throne room. Hell, everybody in the palace knew about it, thanks to the
First-wife’s banshee-like screams. It had been a week since Genevvea caught the
King, and Khris knew that Jareath kept spending his nights with Genevvea to be
forgiven for all week. Although the First-wife was the most jealous beta Khris
had ever seen, she would not keep the grudge that long to hurt Myshea. At least
that was what he was hoping.

“He is sick, Alpha. He is very sick. I… I don’t know. He needs a healer.”

Jareath raised his head and called for Khris,

“Call for Hayer-dala, he-”

“No!” Jensene suddenly intervened. “Not him. Anyone but him, please.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t care about the clan hatred you guys have. He is
your healer, the best one. He would do his job.”

Upon hearing the finality at the King’s words, Jensene throw himself again on
his feet, hugging his long legs, his face buried between his feet.

“I beg you, Alpha. I’ll do anything. Just call for another healer, please.
Anything. I’ll leave the palace… quietly… you won’t hear from me again,
nothing. Just… Just.. please.”

“You want to leave?”

Khris had no idea how his kingdoms-shattering cousin could be this clueless
when it came to his mates. If it was not for the somber mood, he would have
rolled his eyes.

“He doesn’t, Jare. Don’t be stupid!” Then he tried to lift the Queen up,
“Jensene, I’ll bring Jareath’s own healer. He is from Go’assa, is that fine
with you? Is Myshea in his chambers?”

“No, he’s in mine.” Jensene answered. His pretty face looked even younger now
due to the running tears.

“Alright. You go there, now. I’ll be there as soon as Healer Beawerie is
ready.” He then watched the bloody omega run and turned to his cousin. “You
should go with him, Jare. And please, don’t do anything stupid. Just… wait for
me.”
***** Chapter 12 *****
The room was quite except for the shivering of the sick omega, his best friend.
Jareath was pacing in front of the door. Jensene could tell from his body
language that the alpha was ready to jump to question the healer; barely
waiting for him to be done. Jensene had no idea what the healer was doing and
simply did not care as long as it helped Myshea. The beta looked serious, but
not overly worried. He wanted to believe that it meant Myshea was not gravely
ill. However, he had seen many healers giving encouraging smiles to those who
had lost more than they could afford in the battle field. He had watched his
warrior friends slipping away to the land of the dead while the healers told
them they should be back on the top of the horse in a day or two.

Regardless, he watched every action of the old beta, the King’s personal healer
and old family friend. Beawerie was always serious and not much for talking,
but he was infinitely less creepy than that fake-beta, Hayer-dala. After a long
inspection which Jensene had no idea what that meant, the healer finally looked
at the Alpha:

“His situation is severe, but with care he’ll be back to his healthy self.”

“What is wrong with him?” Jareath’s voice was shaking, it was only then that
Jensene realized how devastated his alpha was for his mate’s illness. Nothing
like when you were dying, his brain managed to squeeze in.

“I either can sit down and explain or work on healing your mate.” The healer
explained with a final note which was strange considering he was talking to the
King.

“Uncle Jamsee-”

“Jare, just leave the room. When I’m done, I’ll tell you everything I know.”
The beta cut the Alpha’s sentence; then turned to Jensene, “I guess you’re not
going to faint over some blood, can you stay here with me?”

“Blood?!” Both Jensene and Jareath asked with surprise.

“Jare! Leave!” The healer yelled at the King, the Alpha King. Jensene would
never learn the palace etiquette. Never.

After the King left grunting, the beta went over Myshea again. He manhandled
the inanimate body to lay him on his side, his back on the edge of the bed.
Then he took one of his very sharp razor-blades.

“Do you know of bloodletting[1]?” He asked while cleaning Myshea’s neck with
wet cloth.

“I… I have seen barbers doing it before.” Jensene explained. He had been just a
kid then and seen it only because he never listened to what he was told. He had
sneaked upon his grandfather while the old alpha had been alone with his
barber.

“OK. You know the main idea. I need you to hold him in case he decides waking
up while I cut his neck. He should not shake. Or shiver.”

“I’ll hold him still.” Jensene ended the healer’s explanation. He held on to
his best friend’s head and shoulder strongly and watched intensely while the
beta put a very sharp and precise cut on Myshea’s already sweating neck. The
blood, too red, too dark blood welled up on the cut and after a moment started
to leak.

The healer collected the leaking blood into a crystal cup while massaging the
bleeding neck to bleed even more.

“So, Jensene. I have some questions and I need honest answers so that I can
heal your gomma. Absolute honesty or he won’t be up again.”

“Anything” Jensene answered before thinking.

“What is Myshea taking?” The beta asked calmly.

“Taking? What do you mean?” Jensene’s mind was suddenly at the few nights back
when he had fucked his tiny cock into Myshea’s ass and come there.

“I know you’re a cleaver little omega Jensene. Do not play games with me? Is he
taking black salts? Are you taking black salts?”

Jensene needed to physically shake his head to rid of the image Myshea taking
his cock into his mouth first.

“Black salt? I… I do not cook-”

“For the love of—“ The healer stopped himself. He continued after a deep
breath. “Black salts. To prevent omegas holding alpha’s seed.”

“Oh!” He remembered Myshea mentioning those. He had learnt how the whores of
Go’assa could enjoy sex during their heat without getting pregnant. “Yes, yes I
know what it is, whore’s powder, right?”

“Yes, it is called as such too.” The healer started to clean and wrap the cut
on Myshea’s back. “So, I need you tell me how much your friend was taking. Then
I need to talk to your alpha to see how much he was feeding you Goddess’ seed.”
He stopped and looked at Jensene. “Those two should not be mixed. You see the
results.”

“But…” Jensene did not understand. His brain became a mushy mess due to all
that guilt and pain to comprehend the healer’s explanations.

“I do not think you can keep it as secret anymore, so tell me. I will try to
talk Jareath into some calmness and ask him to be lenient.”

“No! No you listen to me!” Jensene yelled finally getting what the healer was
implying. “He did not take whore’s powder. He was taking Goddess’ seed.”

“What?”

“Look. You’re the palace healer. You know that I could not get pregnant and the
King needs an heir from a Kirgheazean omega.”

“I know that, I just-“

“Listen. You know that Myshea was widowed.”

“Yes.” The healer answered, looking somewhat ashamed to know something became a
place-wide gossip.

“He was taking whore’s powder before the marriage.” Jensene explained. It felt
like betrayal to share his best-friend’s secrets, but he had no other way.

“The marriage was more than three months ago. There should not be any-“

“Yes. I know. He knew it too. But he did not get pregnant after his second
heat. And he decided to use Goddess’ seed. To increase his chance. To remove
any effect of whore’s powder.”

“So you are telling me Myshea started to use Goddess’ seed? When?”

“A week ago. After his third heat, when he knew he was not pregnant.”

“Is that when he started feel sick?”

“I… Not… He felt tired first.” Jensene answered hurriedly. “Is that because of
Goddess’ seed. We thought it should not harm anything.”

“It should not; unless you are also taking whore’s powder.”

“But he DID NOT!” Jensene yelled, losing his patience. It seemed like they
would always be enemies in the eyes of Central clan.

The healer sat down for a moment then started to prepare a mixture using
several small bottles. He mixed it with a drop of Myshea’s blood and observed
the small mixture carefully. Jensene looked at it too, but could not understand
whether what he was seeing was good or bad.

“I need your blood too.” The healer asked then.

Jensene did not wait but kneeled in front of the healer to open up his nape.

“No, no.” The healer stopped him, “Just a drop from your finger will suffice.”

He simply poked Jensene’s pinky finger and let few drop fall into another small
bottle filled with a mixture of liquids and powders.

“Jensene.”

“Yes.”

“You are telling me the absolute truth right? Neither you nor Myshea is taking
black salts.”

“No. I told you. He just started to Goddess’ seed. I never pushed any powder in
my ass-“And he suddenly realized how improper he was while talking to the
palace healer. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to—It’s just… when Myshea put those
seeds in there—I—It seemed wrong to do that.”

“It might look strange but that’s how you use Goddess’ seed.” The beta
explained, “On the other hand, black salts are to be digested.”

“But we have not—“

“Your blood says you both have black salts in your body. So if you are speaking
the truth, then someone else is putting black salts into your food.”

Jensene could not say anything. He was busy contemplating.

“This is a very serious accusation, Jensene. So before I put myself in front of
the Alpha-King and telling him someone poisoning his mates, I need to be sure
that it was not your doing.”

Jensene felt like a heavy drape was pulled away in front of his eyes.

“What would these salts do if a pregnant omega took them?”

“It kills them. If lucky only the baby, but it most likely kills them.”

“And would a healer recognize the sickness when this happens?”

“Not all the healers knows about omega’s body but –“

“I’m talking about Hayer-dala.” Jensene asked, “Would he know if it was because
of the black salts?”

“Jensene, I don’t know what you’re—“

But Jensene could not play anymore. He did not even realize that he held the
front of the healer’s shirt and pulled him.

“Answer me now! Would he fucking know?”

“Yes, yes… He is a very knowledgeable healer and he has extra interest in
pregnancies. He should, he should recognize if something like that ever takes
place.”

Jensene pushed the poor beta away and moved towards his trunk where he kept his
own belongings; everything he brought from his home. He pulled his sword and
left the kin at the trunk.

“Jensene” The healer tried to stop him, but Jensene was done being a proper
palace omega.

“If you want to live long enough to tell this to the King, let me go right
know.” He informed the beta. He was aware of how hard his voice sounded. After
the healer stepped sideways he just gave one more look at his broken friend on
the bed and moved out of his room.

He did not care that he was not properly dressed. He did not care that everyone
on the corridor gave his sword a strange look. He did not care that the dry
blood on his shirt stuck to his back and hurt with every step he took. He was
going to find that bastard healer and show him what suffering was. When he was
in front of the big door opening to the wing for the palace bureaucrats and not
the royals, he asked the guards:

“Is Hayer-dala in?”

When the guards murmured without knowing what to do, he just pushed one of them
to the heavy door. “Answer to your fucking Queen, soldier or die right here.
Where is the First-wife’s healer?”

The soldier whimpered and started to tell him the way. However, it was
impossible to decipher what he was mumbling.

“Show me the way. And be quick.”

It did not take them too long to find the unguarded door. Jensene knocked it
with the haft of his sword. The door opened with the unknowing beta peeking.

“My Queen.” He managed to ask before Jensene pushed him down with his sword on
is neck.

“Shut the fuck up, you weasel! Now is the time you tell me everything.”

“My lord—“ The healer continued; still holding himself all holier than thou
where he kneeled in front of Jensene.

Jensene did not hesitate. He brought the haft of his sword right at the kneecap
of the fake-beta, feeling the bone shattering under the impact. The cry of the
healer was loud. Jensen felt some guards fall into the room. Without leaving
his sword from the beta’s neck, he ordered them:

“Stay away if you like your heads on your fucking shoulders.”

He gave a side look at the guards. They unconsciously stepped back. “Now,
Hayer-dala. Now that I got your fucking attention on me, I urge you to answer
my questions.”

“Please, please” The fake-beta sobbed.

Jensene slide the beta’s his long cap, freeing his braided hair; then held it
in one fist.

“There, there.” He pulled the hair tighter. He felt alive, angry and strong.
After so many months, he felt like himself again. With his other hand, he
pushed the tip of the sword inside the healer’s pants and pulled it to tear the
fabric. After couple of simple cuts, the healer was naked from waist down. He
gently moved the sword to tilt the healer’s cock up, to make it visible to
those who watch. A serious of gasp told him that his assumptions were correct.
When he leaned slowly, he too could see the tightly-bounded alpha cock.
“Fucking fake!”

“I can explain, my lord. Please.” He sobbed again. His ugly face was contorted
with pain. Those pale blue eyes had finally some sort of life in them.

“Yeah. Explain to me. How did you feed us whore’s powder?”

“No… No… I have not. I would never-” His blubbering was cut with a blood-
freezing scream when Jensene spiked his cock with the tip of the sword.

“Maybe I should have been clearer. I am not in the mood to listen to your lies.
Just tell me how you fed the fucking powder to us?”

Suddenly, a loud voice rose over the whimpers of the soldiers and the painful
groans of the healer. Jensene recognized it without the need for checking him.

“Oh, Khris. How good of you to join us. I need a witness for this confession.”

“My Lord, for the love of Sun-God, what are you doing?” The duke’s voice was
filled with worry and anger.

“Just asking some question to our fake-beta healer.” When Jensene looked, he
was amused at the shock on Khris face. “Just check the alpha cock at the end of
my sword, Khris. I know he is quite small considering the man’s size because it
was bounded so tightly so long, but you cannot deny that it belongs to a
fucking alpha.”

“Please help me, Duke. Please.” Hayer-dala begged before Khris could answer.

Jensene pulled the sword only to poke it into the alpha’s unharmed leg. When
the sword’s tip slid on the bone, he snickered at the healer’s grunt.

“I don’t think you can heal this wound, healer. But I can offer you fewer
injuries if you answer me honestly.”

“It was not my idea, my Lord. It was not.”

“How did you feed it to us?” Jensene roared.

“I put them into your tea. In the mornings.”

“Since when?”

The healer shivered but did not answer. Jensene pulled the sword again to give
him a large gash on one arm, causing a gush of blood to sputter everywhere.

“I told you, I’m not in a patient mood today.”

“Since the first day I visited you.”

“You knew I was pregnant.” Jensene did not actually ask.

“I suspected it.”

“But you did it anyways.”

“It was not my idea my Lord. I’m so sorry.” The alpha was crying.

“Whose idea was it?”

“The First-wife asked me to do it. She was trying to get pregnant but—“

“How? She is a fucking beta. I know that your kind like to play the people, but
the Alpha would have noticed if she was an omega.”

“She was using a new treatment. She just needed more time. She did not mean to
hurt you-”

“Just my baby.” Jensene said with utter hatred in his voice.

“I’m so sorry my Lord, I am so—“

With a swift hand move, Jensene cut the alpha’s neck and let it roll down under
the bench of the healer.

“Jensene.” Khris was the first one coming over his shock. “You… gods… you
killed—“

“Move!” Jensene was already at the door. He had to go and find that bitch of a
First-wife and give her some blade too.

“Maybe it is best if you leave the sword down, Jensene.” Khris tried calming
him. However, Jensene heard enough of being calm and proper. Ha had had enough
of the bullshits of the palace and its stupid elegancy. He did not answer the
Duke; he simply knocked him down with his fist and jumped over him.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Duke. Also, it is never wise to enter between a
Kirgheazean and his prey.”

He saw the guards and the soldiers moving to open him a way out. He ran towards
the King’s chambers where Jareath’s and his mates’ rooms were. He did not
remember how he passed the doors. His blood was rushing to his ears remembering
the pain he had lived. The agony he felt when he learnt he had lost his baby.
The vision of shivering Myshea whose only guilt was being a friend of Jensene.

He probably had to kick his way into Genevieve’s quarters, he was not aware of
how he ended up in her day-room. There were guards; the First-wife always had
guards at her doors. He ordered them to leave but they were young and were not
used to Jensene –the sweet, submissive omega, he thought with disgust- ordering
them around. They could not grasp the severity of the situation. Or possibly
they were afraid of Genevieve more than a sword holding Kirgheazean. He had to
incapacitate three of them for the other three to move away.

“What the hell is this noise?” Genevvea got out of her bedroom. She was as
always properly dressed, perfect hair, perfect stand. Her small, pretty nose
wrinkled with the sight. “Jensene! I see you are back to your barbarian ways
again. That’s what would you get when you bring a stable-boy to the palace.”

Jensene smiled thinking how her words would have hurt him few days ago, when he
had been desperately trying to fit in to his alpha’s life. He finally felt free
of all those restrictions.

“Oh, I’m upset how low the whore of Darksea thinks of me.” His words got the
expected reaction from the First-wife. She was angry, stupid bitch!

“You might be the undeserved queen, but I’m still the First-wife. You should
show me some respect, boy.”

“Do you see the blood on my sword, First-wife?” He walked closer to the beta;
watching her trying not to show her fear. “It is from your healer.”

“You declared a one person war on Darksea? You think Jareath would allow you to
harass people in his palace? You are no longer the only one who can hold his
knot. Not so special after all.” Genevvea responded. Jensene feel her fear in
the air but her face did not give any emotion other than disgust.

“Harassment? That sounds like what you call what I did in this fake place I
guess.” He stepped closer, showing off his long sword, “I cut his head off
right after he confessed killing my baby.” There it was, finally the proper
wife was showing her fear. “Under your orders apparently, as he confessed.”

“No one will believe such a lie. A murderous, jealous Kirgheazean’s lie.”

“But there were witnesses. I think Duke of Antoinna would make a pretty solid
witness, don’t you—“

Before he could move to torture, oh how much he wished to torture her—the King
entered the room followed a few elite guards.

“Jensene! What is this?!” He roared. His alpha was full-blown, sending waves of
fear into the air.

“You might not want to be here, Jareath.” Jensene managed to talk, his body
wanted to obey his alpha but all his heart was asking for revenge.

“Jare, please help me.” Genevvea asked, begging like a bitch she was.

Jensene cut her way, preventing her from reaching the Alpha’s side.

“Not that fast. First, tell the King about your witchcraft.”

“Jensene, please drop that sword.” Jareath pleaded.

“Fucking listen to me once in your life, Jareath! I’m your queen, I’m your
fucking mate.” Jensene realized he was crying. Why was he crying? “Ask her...
Ask her!” His sword was right under the pretty face that bewitched his mate.

Jareath mentioned his guards to drop their swords. He tried gently:

“What witchcraft you are talking about? Is this about Myshea being sick? I
don’t think that it was witchcraft, Jensene. And, he is going to be all right.”
He spoke as if calming a wild animal.

Maybe Jensene became a wild animal. Sure as hell was better than being a proper
slave in this fucking palace.

“I don’t know what he is talking about. Jare, please—“

Jensene manhandled her so that he could hold her neck under his arm,
effectively cutting her airway and her lousy begging.

“If you’re going to lie, do not speak at all.” He said and let her breathe a
little. “I meant, tell the King about what you were doing to get pregnant. And
do not lie. I know, and he will hear from the other witnesses too that Hayer-
dala was helping you on that.” He raised his eyes to Jareath’s before
continuing, “Tell him how you poisoned us to prevent us from getting pregnant.
How you fed us whore’s powder every single morning to prevent Jareath’s seed
from taking hold onto our wombs.”

“Gen?” Jareath looked defeated. The King of the known-world dropped down on the
chair at the corner. “Is that true?”

“I’m sorry, Jare. I only want to give you an heir.” She was sobbing, her hands
trying to reach her husband. “I was so close, my love. It held couple of times,
but only barely. But I’m sure it is only a matter of –“

“Have you given them whore’s powder?” The Alpha cut his wife’s words. It might
be the first time he had done so as far as Jensene could tell.

“Only to postpone it. Try to understand my situation. I just needed to give you
an heir. Me. I am your First-wife. I… Oh, Jare. I cannot take your knot, I
cannot go into heat… You were going to forget me all too soon. I panicked. I
just… I love you so much.” Genevvea’s sobbing took over her words. Big, fat
drops of tears fell down on her chiseled face.

If Jensene was not as angry as he was now, he would have felt some compassion.
But he could not find any forgiveness in his heart right now.

“You are a heartless witch.” He said instead, “Don’t pretend to have a heart.”

“Jensene.” Jareath stood up, “I know what she did was horrible but it was not
witchcraft. I know you’re upset. I am upset too, but you cannot kill the First-
wife because she was trying to get pregnant.”

“Oh, is that so.” Jensene’s anger grew up impossibly more. He could feel his
heart beating at his temples. “So, you think it was fine for her to play with
what gods designed. You also think that, it was no big deal that she fucking
poisoned me for months. Is it also just fair that Myshea is sick, dying there?”

“Myshea is going to be all right. He is healing. He will live.”

“What about my baby?” Jensene could not help but shriek. The pain he had tried
to bury for months now was rising with a vengeance. “Is her killing my baby
fine too? Should I forgive her for making me sick for months, dying alone in
that stupid room?”

“What ba-?” Jareath tried to ask but there was no stopping Jensene now.

“She killed my baby and made me feel guilty for it. I do not care about you or
your fucking Go’assa laws Jareath. It was me and my baby she hurt, I am going
to take my revenge.”

“Jensene.” Jareath was suddenly right there; holding his sword carrying arm.
“Jen, please just stop.”

“She killed my baby!” Jensene could not help the tears. He was breaking up, his
limbs started to shake.

“Is that true, Genevvea?” Jareath asked, still holding Jensen’s arm. “And
please show me the courtesy of telling the truth.”

“I am sorry, Jare.” Genevvea answered with a low, broken voice.

“I, Jareath son of Geyrod, The King of the known world and the Alpha of the
realm—“ The King started.

“No! No, no, nooo.” The First-wife collapsed on Jensene’s arms.

Jaretah continued, not paying attention to his wife’s protests. “…let you free
of your duties as a wife and a mate. Let the gods be my witness.” Jareath
breathed deeply before continuing, his eyes trained on Jensene. “In Central
clan, the punishment for harming an heir of the throne is being stoned to
death. I know what you want to do is less horrible than my own rules... Jen, I
know you have every right to seek for revenge. But I beg you, beg you not to
kill her. Please.”

Jensene looked at him, the man he loved, actually loved with his whole heart.
The King of the known world begged him, literally. He could not find in himself
to utter the words but he let go of the sword; pushing the First-wife away. The
beta ran towards Jareath who stopped her with a firm hand gesture.

“Genevvea, you know I gave my heart truly to you; but you have betrayed me in
ways I cannot utter.”

She tried to say something but the Alpha stopped her.

“Shhh. I do not wish to hear your reasoning. I do not wish to you hear you at
all. You are to be exiled from Go’assa. If you ever set foot inside this city
–whatever the reason—only death awaits you. I shall not talk to anyone about
your treason, but if it comes to me that you say a single word against me or
any of my mates; I’ll declare your crimes against this throne. Then, I assure
you that you would not find rest anywhere in this Kingdom.”

“Jareath, I cannot live without you.” The beta tried to catch the Alpha’s hands
only to face his stern back.

“Guards, accompany my former mate to the stables. Make sure she gets a horse
and if she can find a guard from her clan.” After watching two guards leading
Genevvea away, he added, “Make sure she leaves the palace as soon as possible.”

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[1] Bloodletting (or blood-letting) is the withdrawal of often small quantities
of blood from a patient to cure or prevent illness and disease. http://
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloodletting

***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

It was as if his whole word dimmed. The light left the room and his heart. He
was a king and he had had to make very hard decisions in his short time of
ruling his country. However, the order he gave to send his wife away was what
probably hurt the most. He loved Genevvea; he loved her even after learning all
the horrible acts she did. However, there was no way he could have kept her.
Not after her harming his mates. The alpha in him whimpered; thinking he had
lost a baby already.

The thought brought him back to Jensene. The warrior mate. He stood there with
his bloody shirt, a rampage of hair. His anger was not there anymore, and he
looked like as if he physically shrank.

“Come here.” He held his arm towards him, and then pulled the young omega in
his arms, wrapping himself around his shivering body. “I am so sorry you had to
go through all this, Jensene. I was a horrible alpha to you.”

He patted that unruly hair down, putting small kisses onto his temple.

“I am really sorry too.” Jensene whispered; his head buried into Jareath’s
chest. “Is Myshea going to be all right?”

“Yes, you both will be.” He answered. “Now, let us get you cleaned and then we
can visit Myshea and talk to the healer.”


[jareath divider]


It had been a week since that dark day. Even Chat’s incredible magic could not
hold the gossip from spreading like wild fire in the palace and the city. Khris
increased the security afraid of some attack from Darksea clan. Chat was doing
his best to contact the delegates from Darksea and Kirgheazia. Jareath had
decided to go on as if nothing happened. He kept his usual finance meetings and
old appointments. He had been spending his days busy so that he could avoid
thinking of Genevvea, or the mess she created. He got better at pretending
since Myshea had woken up four days ago. Those four days were truely miserable.

He could not find it in him to question Jensene about the self-whipping. He
just could not… right after all of this, while the poor omega’s best friend was
still in between life and death. In some part of his brain, he believed that he
deserved to being betrayed by his mate when he had been such a horrible alpha
to him. On the other hand, even the slight thought of some other alpha touching
what was his was enough to boil his blood. When he had learnt that Hayer-dala
was actually an alpha; he had wished to kill him a second time. And Hayer-dala
was a healer, he had not touched – oh, gods! Jareath really wished he had
not—his omega in that way.

When he sent away the last of the mason delegates, he sat back down on his
throne.

“Tired?”

“Since I have not heard you entry, Khris, I must be.”

“Not surprising, you are working a lot more than usual these days. And let me
tell you, you work very hard usually.”

“I am not sick, my dear cousin.” He answered with a mocking seriousness.

“Yeah, and I really do not wish you to get sick. I think our healer’s hand is
quite full with one very sick and one emotionally unbalanced omega.”

“Do not call Jensene unbalanced.”

“Oh, what should I call him? In a single day he went from a crying, self-
harming emotional little omega to a fiery warrior who beat up several soldiers
–including me, mind you— and then tortured and killed an alpha. Excuse me
Jareath, but that is the definition of unbalanced.”

“I do not wish to think about it now.” Jareath put all the alpha convincing in
his voice, but from the look of his cousin it had very little effect.

“You know it should have been done days ago… You should go and talk to your
omega about that. I am pretty sure it is just another crazy Kirgheazean
tradition.”

“Seriously?” Jareath rose one of his eyebrows to emphasize that he was not
buying the excuses Khris telling.

“I mean you cannot know if you do not ask, Jare. Maybe it is something they do
when their gomma is sick. They kind of have the tendency to mix everything with
fight and blood.”

Khris was right. Many Kirgheazean traditions were a little on the violent side.

“But what if it is not? What would I do if I learn that he was not being
faithful? I already lost one mate, Khris. I… I don’t think I can handle sending
Jensene away too.”

Khris did not respond immediately. He stepped closer to the throne and placed
his hand on Jareath’s shoulder. “You cannot live in the limbo either. First,
just learn about the truth. Jensene might be unbalanced and a little crazy; but
he does not strike me as a liar. He would tell you the truth and you know what
ancients say about how truth sets you free.”

“Oh, I know that. I also know that it is not always the truth that gives you
the bliss.”

Khris answered with a snort.

When he entered the Myshea’s room, he somewhat expected Jensene to be there. He
was always with Myshea even he was asleep. He had been sitting right next to
the bed, gave a nod to Jareath.

“How is he doing?” Jareath asked whispering.

“He is better than yesterday. I am waiting for him to wake up so that I can
feed him his soup. It is time, but he is sleeping so peacefully…” Jensene
stopped abruptly.

“We need to talk, Jen. Gods know that I do not wish to have this discussion,
but I have to know.”

“Can I wait until Mysh is back to his feet? After that I’ll leave, I promise.”

Jareath dropped his weight into the couch next to the wall.

“Is there someone out there that you want to be rather with him?” He put all
his willpower to sound steady.

“No!” The omega’s voice was strong and determined.

“Then—“ He stopped for a deep inhale, ran his hands over his hair, “You need to
tell me why you did whip yourself, Jen.”

It was silence greeting him. The melancholic, depressing silence. That was what
he was afraid of.

“So it was because you were not faithful to your marriage, huh?” He managed
asking.

“I’m sorry, Alpha.”

It was short, painful but it was as good as a confession. The pain grew so fast
that it kept his ever present anger buried under its weight in no time. He
could not lose Jensene too; he did not think he was strong enough.

“If… If you are not to go to him, than stay here, Jen. Stay with me. It was a
bad period for all of us. I will forget about it as if nothing happened. We can
put everything behind us, all this pain.”

Jensene’s face crumbled.

“I—I do not think I can stay here and stay away from him.” He answered with a
shivering voice.

That broke something like dam inside Jareath. It had not occurred to him that
it could still be going on. In his mind he had put that nasty infidelity before
he claimed Jensene. He wanted to believe that it was all over when his omega
came to him and asked for the bite. A testament of how gullible he actually
was.

“Someone I know!” He roared. He did not realize how, but his hands were holding
Jensene’s collar and he had already lifted the petite omega up to his toes.
“Tell me who he is touching what is mine.”

“For the love of—Just, just sit down both of you.” Myshea’s weak voice cut
their growling. “Sit closer, I cannot yell all the way there, not too long.”

Jareath did not know what to say. He gently left Jensene’s clothes and hurried
next to his sick mate.

“Are you all right, Mysh? Do you need anything?”

“I need both of you quiet for a moment.” Myshea said with less power in his
voice. “It was—is me, Jare.”

“Who?” Jareath asked at the same time Jensene cried:

“No!”

“What did I tell you about being quiet?” Myshea scolded, “I am the one sleeping
with Jensene. Not another alpha or a beta. But me; your other omega.”

“What?!” Jareath did not expect that. He did not know what he had expecting
when he asked Jensene who the other guy was, but he was sure it was not this.
“What?” He had to repeat.

Jensene whimpered and kneeled in front of him:

“It was my fault, alpha. Please, please do not punish Myshea for it. It was all
me.”

Jareath was sure he heard Myshea rolling his eyes.

“Please, Jen. There is no punishment for this, none. Right, Alpha?” When
Jareath could not control his tongue to answer, Myshea continued, “The
punishment for sleeping with another alpha is divorce and exile, with another
beta is either whipping or divorce. But there is nothing for another omega, is
there?”

“No.” Jareath finally found his manners. “No, there is none.” He looked both of
them. Myshea’s blue eyes were brilliant with naughtiness. Jensene was looking
like he was completely lost at what was happening. Jareath could relate. “So,
you guys…”

“I can tell you the longer version if you like alpha, but in short, I enjoy
sucking Jensene ass; especially the morning after he was with you.” Myshea
explained, and how he could manage to sound so debauched when he was lying in
his sick bed, Jareath had no clue. “I like how your cum leaks out after you
give him a morning knotting. He has such a fine ass, don’t you think?”

Jareath did not know what hit him. His dick was so hard so fast he felt dizzy.
He could see the horror in Jensene’s face. His mate’s panic helped him bringing
his head back into the game.

“Yeah… Yeah, he has a very fine ass, indeed.” See, Jareath could play this
game.

“And he likes to fuck me very much. Of course his omega dick is nothing
compared to the monster you keep in those pants, alpha. But you should hear the
noises he makes when he is sliding his stiff dick into me, oh he behaves sooo…
alpha-ish… He wants to dominate me in the bed too, you would not believe. But
whatever games he plays, at the end he returns back to his true form. That
begging, crying, moaning omega… He comes in a single touch of my tongue at his
ass..”

Jensene made a whimper, like a scared puppy. When Jareath turned his eyes on
him, he realized he was responding to his alpha’s desire. Jareath wanted… oh,
how much he wanted. Especially after this weeklong celibacy.

“And do you know what I want, alpha?” Myshea continued, revealing the fact that
Jareath had actually said his last thoughts loud. “I want us both to be in your
bed. Together. I really want to taste that ass right after your knot comes
off.”

“Fuck!” Jareath could not take it anymore. He reached for Jensene’s pretty head
and pulled him towards his raging dick.

When Jensene opened up is pants to free his dick, he heard Myshea’s groan.

“Gods, when will I get better enough to taste that with you, Jen.”

Jensene did not even answer; he swallowed the dick in front of him in a single
gulp.

Things had gone to a completely different direction than when he had entered
this room. He was not going to lose anymore of his mates, and just that would
be incredibly good news. Though, having two omegas at the same time in the same
bed… Fuck… Jareath could not even comprehend the image they would make, wrapped
around each other willingly.

“You know what I want the most: we both suck each other’s dicks while you
knotting him. So that I could taste whatever is not fitting in his small hole
right there and then.” Myshea continued pouring absolute filth from his mouth.

Jareath could not wait any longer and came all over onto Jensene’s mouth and
face.

“Jen… Aren’t you going to share it with your gomma.” Jareath asked him. The
image was all he had been thinking of when he released his seed on that pretty
face.

Jensene crawled to Myshea’s bed and gave him the dirtiest, wettest kiss of all
times. Jareath could watch their tongues dancing with each other from where he
was sitting. He watched Myshea licking his come on Jensene’s face only to share
it with him again as a part of a very hot make out session. When their passion
decreased –probably because Myshea was still sick—Jareath stripped out of his
clothes and lay down next to his omega. He just gestured at Jensene and the
petite omega found his place on the other side of him. He hugged both of his
omegas really tight to his chest. He put small kisses on both their heads and
rang one of the bells sitting on top of the side desk to call the servants.

“We can have our dinner together here, what do you say?” He asked the omegas,
already knowing the answer.

They would get better. They might not forget all the bad things, but they could
put a curtain in between to ease the pain. And with time, they could open their
hearts for the good that was surely coming. Jareath was sure that he could
never forget Genevvea, her fierce eyes and her burning passion; but he was not
going to allow himself to be miserable because of it. He had two wonderful
omegas doting on him -and each other apparently. That was all an Alpha-King
could ask for. That was enough to keep him happy… Keep them happy. It should
be.
The End
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