Chapter 3
That night, Bellatrix snuck out of her bedroom and down the hallway towards her husband's room. She would show him she was the perfect wife, the best possible mate for him and that commoner would not stand in her way.
She slipped inside the dark room, the moonlight the only source of light and she crept across the carpet and crawled onto the bed, licking her lips in anticipation. She would do everything to please him and prove she was the better choice.
"Mmmm Tom..." She moaned softly, running her hands over his broad chest through his blankets and leaning down to kiss him.
"Get off."
Bellatrix froze, her purple eyes wide.
"Wh-what?"
"I said get off. Now."
His voice was cold and his eyes were dark and unblinking.
"But-"
"Do it or I will make you."
She bit her lip and slowly got off him, her whole body shaking with rage even as her cunt clenched in want as he sat up, the bedding falling to reveal his bare chest.
"What the hell are you doing in my bed, Bellatrix." He asked, his voice low and threatening.
"I-I just wanted to see you, my love. I missed you." She whimpered, lowering her eyes.
Tom's lips curled into a snarl.
"I don't recall allowing you into my rooms. And I most definitely didn't ask you to climb into my bed and molest me."
"I wasn't! I was going to pleasure you, to make you feel good. I-"
"Do not speak over me!" He growled, his eyes flashing. "You're lucky I haven't kicked you out yet, if you don't want to go back to your family without a shred of dignity you will listen and obey."
She flinched, her lower lip trembling as tears filled her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tom."
"Leave."
"Tom, please! Please, my love, give me another chance. I promise I'll be better." She pleaded, dropping to her knees and grabbing his hand, pressing kisses to his fingers and gazing up at him with tears spilling down her cheeks.
Tom stared down at her, his lips pressed together.
"Get out. I don't want to see you until I send for you. If I find you trying to come into my rooms or bed again, I will punish you. Leave."
She sobbed and rose, her face red and her makeup running. She was humiliated, he had never rejected her so thoroughly. She turned and fled the room, her tears blinding her and her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
She would not be replaced, she would not! The stupid Omega whore was already stealing her husband's affections and she would not allow him to be taken away from her. She would kill the little bitch before that could happen.
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Harveste sighed happily, his face flushed and his body warm from the bath he had just finished. He dried off and began getting dressed, slipping on his undergarments and pulling on his nightdress and dressing gown before he went to his vanity and began brushing his long hair.
He'd been the prince's wetnurse for a few weeks now and he'd quickly fallen into a routine. He woke up at dawn every day and made his way to the nursery where he fed and bathed the prince and put him in clean nappies and clothes before taking him to breakfast with the King.
Afterwards, they would spend the day either with the King as he fulfilled his duties or they would spend time in the nursery playing or reading. In the evenings, he would feed the prince before bathing him and putting him to bed, reading him a bedtime story and kissing him goodnight before retiring himself.
It was a lovely schedule and he adored his time with Thomas, he was so sweet and was always happy to see him, reaching out and cooing, his little mouth making an adorable 'o' shape when he was being fed. He loved him dearly and was so thankful for his new life.
The King had been so kind and attentive to him, asking about his opinion and giving him praise when he did a good job and making sure he had everything he needed. He was so different from what he had heard; that he was a stern and unfeeling Alpha, who only cared about his subjects and the Kingdom.
He was still very firm and had no trouble scolding him when he needed to but he was always gentle and patient, explaining things when he asked and helping him.
He couldn't help but blush whenever the King was around and his heart would beat fast in his chest. The Alpha was so handsome and his scent was so strong and heady, he could drown in it. The way his eyes would fix on him and the way he spoke to him, it was like he was the only person in the room, his focus entirely on him.
He felt drawn to him, in a way he had never experienced and he couldn't deny that the thought of the King finding a second wife made him ache with sadness and jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel such things but he couldn't help it, he'd fallen for the Alpha, completely and irrevocably.
He sighed and placed his brush down, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were flushed pink and his lips were plump and soft, his hair loose and curly. He'd put on a bit of weight since he'd become the prince's wetnurse, his appetite was healthy and his diet had improved since the King insisted he eat meals with him and the Prince, his skin was glowing and soft, his green eyes sparkling.
He'd never looked so beautiful.
He smiled sadly and rose, making his way over to the bed and settling down underneath the sheets and fluffy comforter, snuggling into the warmth.
He couldn't help but wish the King was with him, holding him close, his arms wrapped around his waist and his lips pressing sweet kisses to his neck and shoulders. He sighed dreamily, his cheeks growing warmer and he closed his eyes, letting his fantasies carry him away.
"Mmmm Your Majesty..." He whispered, biting his lip as he shyly ran his hand down his chest and slipped it under the hem of his nightdress, his fingers brushing against his inner thighs.
He'd never touched himself before, never had the urge, but he was so warm and aroused, his cunt was soaked and aching. He'd heard about Alphas and Omegas coupling, about how good it felt, and he longed to feel it.
He spread his legs, the sheets and comforter rustling and his fingers trailed higher, his breath catching as he brushed against his folds.
"Oh."
He did it again and his body trembled. It felt so good, his fingers rubbing against his cunt and he rubbed a little harder, his eyes widening at the burst of pleasure that shot through him. He gasped and arched his back, his lips parting and he repeated the movement, rubbing faster and faster, his body quivering as he rubbed the bundle of nerves that made him cry out.
"Ahh! Mmmm... oh yes... yes... Tom..." He whimpered, his fingers rubbing and stroking and he cried out, his orgasm hitting him hard and his body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over him.
He was panting heavily as he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling, and his hand was slick with his juices, his cunt throbbing and the wetness seeping onto the sheets.
"Oh goodness..." He breathed.
He blushed furiously, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, he'd touched himself and dared to imagine the King touching him. There was no way an Alpha like the King would ever want him, an inexperienced virgin Omega.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, a feeling of melancholy washing over him as he turned onto his side and curled into a ball, the feeling of tears building behind his eyes. He was ashamed of his thoughts, his fantasies. He had no right to think of the King like that, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
His heart ached and he hugged a pillow to his chest, a small sob leaving his throat and he buried his face into the fluffy fabric, letting his tears flow.
He wanted the King, with all his heart.
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Tom was in a foul mood. The Council meeting had dragged on and on and he had spent the entire time thinking of his son and Harveste. It was all he could do not to storm from the room in a fit of pique.
The meeting was about the negotiations with the North and his advisors were still trying to figure out the best course of action, wanting to find the perfect deal and make the most of the trade and ensure the Crown would get the most out of it.
They were being tedious, bickering about how to handle the situation and he was growing more and more irritated as the minutes ticked by. His patience finally snapped when the Lord Chamberlain brought up the treaty of his grandfather.
"That was a completely different situation, Lord Chamberlain, and a completely different Alpha." He stated firmly, his voice icy.
"Your Majesty-"
"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it." He growled, his red eyes darkening. "You have been nothing but a nuisance, arguing and bickering and trying to sway me to your view. Enough."
The older man opened his mouth to reply and the King silenced him with a glare.
"Enough. The matter is decided, the trade shall take place and you will ensure that it does. You are all dismissed."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I expect all the paperwork on my desk tomorrow morning, do not disappoint me."
They bowed and hurried out of the room, eager to leave the Kings presence. Tom sighed and rubbed his temples. It had been a long day. He left the room and headed for the nursery, wanting to see his son even if it was late and he was sure to be asleep.
He opened the door to the nursery and paused, the familiar scent of sweet, Omega arousal permeating the air. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply, his cock twitching in interest. He made his way through the nursery towards Harveste's room and his eyes darkened at the sight.
Harveste was fast asleep, his dark curls fanning out on the pillow, his cheeks pink and his plush lips parted. He was the most beautiful thing Tom had ever seen. He watched the young Omega shift slightly, the sheets rustling and his eyes widened as the blankets fell and revealed a creamy shoulder, the nightgown slipping down and the scent of Omega arousal thickened as warm air was released from beneath the covers.
He swallowed thickly and stepped closer, his eyes focused on the soft skin and the long column of his neck, the delicate collarbone, and the way his hair spilled around him, a single curl resting on his cheek.
He licked his lips, his fingers itching to reach out and touch.
He didn't.
Instead, he forced himself back to the nursery and gently picked up his sleeping son, cradling him and gazing down at him lovingly, his heart clenching.
"Hello, my sweet boy." He whispered, stroking his hair.
His son whimpered in his sleep and Tom smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Shh, it's alright. Daddy's here."
He left the nursery and carried his son down the hall, to his own bedroom, the guards outside bowing as he passed and the doors were opened. He placed his son down on the bed and stripped down, the little one cooing softly and reaching out for him as he pulled his shirt off and slipped into a comfortable pair of cotton pants.
He chuckled and picked his son up, cradling him to his chest and pressing kisses to his hair.
"I love you so much, Thomas."
The baby yawned and snuggled into him, his tiny fist curled against his chest and Tom's heart melted, a small smile appearing on his face and a light chuckle escaping his lips.
"Let's go to sleep."
He got into bed and pulled the covers up, holding his son to his chest and closing his eyes, his face buried in his hair and his scent surrounding him.
It was the first time his son had slept with him and he couldn't have been happier.
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Harveste woke up slowly, blinking and rubbing his eyes. The sun was streaming through the curtains and he smiled, stretching and sitting up, a soft sigh leaving his lips. He felt refreshed and relaxed in a way he never had before.
He'd had the most wonderful dreams, full of soft touches and passionate kisses and he could still feel the tingle of pleasure lingering on his body. He'd had no idea it would feel like that, his fingers rubbing his folds and bringing him to the edge.
He climbed out of bed and made his way to the nursery, not bothering with a dressing gown or slippers yet, and his eyes widened when he saw the prince's crib was empty his blood ran cold and he quickly left the room and ran down the hallway towards the Kings room, bursting into the room without a thought even as the guards tried to stop him, his hair a mess and his eyes wide and frantic.
"Your Majesty!"
The King was sitting up in bed, a tray of food on the nightstand beside him and Thomas was in his lap, sleeping soundly.
"What is it?" He asked, waving away the guards hovering behind the Omega.
"The prince! I-I didn't see him, I panicked, I'm sorry." He stammered, wringing his hands together nervously as a flush traveled up his neck and cheeks.
"It's alright, Harveste." Tom chuckled. "Come here, he's waking and I'm sure he'll be ready to eat soon."
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."
He padded over to the bed, the plush carpet soft and warm against his bare feet, and hesitated at the edge of the massive bed, not sure if he'd be able to climb up onto the tall, imposing mattress.
"You'll have to climb, I'm afraid."
Harveste glanced up to see the King smiling slightly, the amusement evident in his eyes. He blushed and slowly hefted himself up onto the mattress, careful not to disturb the prince who was starting to squirm and whimper.
He moved forward, settling down next to the King and biting his lip as he realized he was shirtless, the blanket resting low on his hips and he averted his gaze, focusing on the prince who was beginning to fuss and wriggle.
"I'm sorry, Thomas." He cooed, his finger stroking the baby's cheek and the little one cooed, his face scrunched up and his tiny hands clenched into fists as he whined, lips puckering. "You must be hungry, aren't you? Let's feed you, hm?"
He carefully gathered the prince up and brought him to his chest, taking a deep breath and unlacing the ties on the front of his nightgown and lifted the baby to his breast, smiling as the prince latched on and began suckling greedily.
"Such a hungry little thing." Tom murmured, reaching out and stroking his son's soft, black hair.
"Mmhmm yes he is, Your Majesty." He breathed; his eyes fixed on the baby in his arms.
"Are you alright, Harveste?"
"I'm fine, Your Majesty. Just a little tired." He answered softly, glancing up and blushing when his gaze met the Kings.
"Did you have trouble sleeping?"
"A bit, Your Majesty."
"Hmm, I wonder why." He murmured, his eyes darkening slightly and the Alpha scent intensifying, his nostrils flaring and his eyes fixed on Harveste's face.
"I-I don't know." He stuttered, his cheeks burning.
Tom smirked and leaned forward, his hand reaching out and gently pushing his hair behind his ear.
"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now. Once you've fed Thomas, you'll need to get dressed for a council meeting. I'll have the maids bring your clothes for the day here so we don't waste time."
"O-Of course, Your Majesty." He stuttered, his mind blanking as the Alpha continued to stare at him, his eyes so intense.
The baby let out a loud belch, his fist curled against Harveste's chest and he smiled, the moment breaking and the air lightening.
"That was quite the burp." He giggled.
"It certainly was." Tom agreed, leaning forward and lifting the Prince out of his arms and kissing his forehead. "Such a healthy boy. He'll be big and strong, like his daddy."
Harveste chuckled and laced his nightdress back up, smiling fondly at the Alpha and his son, his heart melting at the sight.
"You two are very similar. I'm sure he'll grow up to be just as handsome."
Tom smiled and pressed a kiss to the prince's forehead, his eyes soft and gentle.
"He will be the most beautiful and intelligent Alpha the kingdom has ever seen. My perfect boy."
Harveste's breath caught at the sight of the King smiling down at his son, the expression so loving and adoring. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"You should get dressed." Tom murmured, his eyes meeting his once again as two young maids entered the room respectfully, holding a bundle of clothes.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
He rose and allowed the maids to usher him over to a dressing area that was obviously the kings, the large mirror framed in gold and the marble vanity was lined with many bottles and jars. They helped him get ready, applying some light makeup, and helping him dress.
"Do you approve, Your Majesty?"
Tom rose from the bed, the prince wrapped up and snuggled in his arms, and walked over, his eyes running over him. He was wearing a soft buttery yellow gown, with long flowing sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the soft swell of his breasts, and a skirt that trailed behind him, the hem embroidered with flowers and vines while his long, curly hair falling down his back in a loose braid, the ribbon matching the shade of the dress.
"You look beautiful, Harveste. Absolutely lovely."
Harveste blushed prettily and lowered his eyes demurely before jumping as the large doors to the room slammed open.
"Tom! I demand you come see me right this minute!" Bellatrix shrieked as she stormed into the room.
The maid's gasped and scurried away as the enraged Queen stormed into the room, her purple eyes flashing and her long, black hair loose around her shoulders, her ruby dressing gown billowing behind her even as she froze at the sight of that Omega whore standing there, in her husband's room, even when she was not welcome.
"What is the meaning of this, Bellatrix." Tom's voice was cold, his expression unreadable.
"What is the meaning of this?! You-you brought that- that harlot into your rooms after refusing me?!" She shrieked, pointing at Harveste accusingly.
"You dare raise your voice at me, Bellatrix. I told you what would happen if you did so again and I am not in the mood to tolerate your disrespect." He growled, his scent sharp and harsh as he carefully handed Thomas to Harveste and stood straight, his jaw tight. "Get out. You're not welcome in my rooms."
"You can't do this! I'm your wife!" She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks, face flushed a blotchy red.
"You are my wife in name only and you are not welcome here. Leave."
"I will not! Not until you give me another chance. I deserve a chance, I can make you happy, Tom, I swear." She sobbed, her body trembling as she approached him and placed her hand on his chest.
He grabbed her wrist and wrenched her hand away, his eyes flashing.
"You lost your chance the moment you disobeyed my order."
"Tom-"
"Silence. Do not speak to me again unless you wish to be punished. Get out."
Bellatrix's eyes widened and her breath hitched, her throat clogging with emotion.
"Tom, please, give me a chance."
"I've given you plenty of chances and you've failed to take any of them. Leave, Bellatrix, before I have the guards drag you out."
"Tom-"
"Leave, now!"
She flinched at the anger in his voice and turned, stumbling away, her body trembling as she fled the room, the heavy doors slamming shut behind her.
"Shh, it's alright, my sweet prince. I'll protect you." Harveste murmured, cradling the prince close and kissing his forehead, the baby whimpering and snuggling closer, his hand curled in the fabric of his dress.
Tom's anger dissipated and he took a deep breath, calming himself and his scent lightened, the Alpha no longer a threat and Harveste glanced up, his eyes meeting his.
"Is he alright?" He asked softly, his hands reaching out to take his son, his heart clenching as the prince's tiny fist clung to Harveste's dress, a small sob escaping his lips.
"He's scared. The yelling and scent, he knows something is wrong and he's frightened."
Tom's eyes widened and he gently took his son, cradling him and kissing his hair, his scent soothing and calm.
"It's alright, my sweet prince. Daddy won't let anyone hurt you." He whispered, rocking his son. "You're safe, my love."
The prince blinked and snuggled into his father's chest, his little fist still clinging to Harveste's dress and the young Omega reached out and gently stroked the baby's cheek, the little one cooing and turning into the touch, his little mouth opening in a yawn.
"Such a sweet little thing. So precious." He cooed.
"We'll be late if we don't leave soon, Harveste." Tom's voice was soft and his eyes were tender, his son safe and calm once again.
"Oh yes, of course, Your Majesty."
He stepped back, his heart pounding as Tom's eyes met his, the Alpha's expression soft and his lips turned up into a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Harveste."
"For what, Your Majesty?"
"For calming him, for being here."
Harveste flushed and his eyes lowered, his cheeks burning.
"I-it was nothing, Your Majesty."
Tom's smile widened and he nodded towards one of the sofas in the room.
"Sit while I dress, we'll have to head straight to the council meeting."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He sat down obediently, accepting the little prince and cuddling him close, smiling as the baby cooed and nuzzled into him, his eyes blinking sleepily and his little fingers curling around his.
"I hope you're not too tired, sweet prince." He whispered, stroking his soft, black hair. "There will be a lot of people at the council meeting."
The baby cooed, his bright red eyes sparkling, and Harveste laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his head.
"You are just adorable, my prince. Such a sweet little one."
Tom couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene, his son and Harveste cuddled together, the pair looking so adorable and sweet, and his heart warmed at the sight, the urge to join them almost overpowering.
He swallowed thickly and finished getting ready, the urge to take them both into his arms and hold them close making him feel dizzy.
This feeling... he'd never felt it before. He didn't know what to call it. It was strange and exciting, his heart beating faster and his skin growing hot. He wanted Harveste, he'd known that for a while, but it was more than that now. He wanted him by his side, not just as a concubine, but as a mate.
He swallowed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He'd never believed in soulmates or destined mates, the idea seemed far-fetched and absurd. But he couldn't deny how strongly he was drawn to the Omega. He wanted him, his son loved him and he knew the people would love him too. He would make him his consort and ensure everyone knew who he belonged to.
He took a deep breath and composed himself before heading towards the pair, his heart melting once more at the sight of the Omega cuddled up with his son, the pair so sweet and adorable as Harveste pressed a kiss to the prince's soft cheek.
"Are you ready, Harveste?" He asked, his voice soft.
Harveste jumped slightly and looked up, his cheeks flushing and eyes widening.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Good. Let's go then."
Harveste nodded and carefully rose, holding the baby close and following him out of the room, cooing down at the prince as the guards opened the doors and followed after the King, the little one yawning and reaching up, his tiny fingers grabbing at the Omega's hair.