Chapter 7
Two months later on a dark, snowy night Harveste woke with a shriek of pain that had Tom jolting up ramrod straight, teeth bared and eyes flashing.
"Harveste?!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He gasped, clutching his swollen belly, his body trembling and sweat dripping down his forehead. "It's time, the baby is coming."
"Fetch the doctor and midwives!" He roared, the guards stationed outside the room rushing to obey, and he turned back to his little mate, his hands stroking his hair, and he kissed his forehead, his gaze concerned. "Shh, it's going to be alright. The midwives and doctors are on their way. You'll be alright."
Harveste nodded and whimpered, his eyes closing and breath hitching, another contraction causing him to cry out, and Tom held him, pulling him between his legs, his arms wrapping around him, his hands covering his on his belly.
"Breathe, little one, breathe." He murmured, his voice soft and calm, and Harveste nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his racing heart, mewling in pain as another contraction rippled across his belly as the doors flew open and the midwives rushed in, followed by the royal physician, the old man's eyes tired but alert, and he immediately ordered the servants to bring clean cloths and hot water.
"Your Majesty, please, I must examine the Queen."
Tom reluctantly released the little Omega, allowing the midwife to examine him, and he watched anxiously as the women helped his mate get comfortable, the doctor's expression calm and reassuring.
"Everything seems to be going well, Your Majesty. There's no sign of bleeding or complications. It shouldn't be long now as his contractions are coming quickly."
Tom nodded, his gaze moving to his little Omega, his expression worried and his jaw clenched.
"Harveste, are you okay?"
"It hurts, Tom." He whimpered.
"Shh, it's going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright."
"You're doing well, Your Highness. Just a bit longer." The midwife soothed, her hands rubbing the Omega's belly, and he gasped and whined, his hips jerking and teeth bared as a wave of pain crashed over him, and the woman smiled, her hands continuing to rub his belly.
"The babe is crowning, Your Majesty."
"Push, Your Highness, push!"
Harveste cried out, tears pouring down his cheeks, and he panted, his body tensing and straining as he pushed, his hands gripping the bedsheets, and Tom sat behind him, his arms wrapping around him and holding him, his chin resting on his shoulder, his hands covering his.
"It's alright, little one. You can do it."
"It hurts, Tom."
"I know, love. I know."
"Push, Your Highness! That's it, keep pushing!"
Harveste gritted his teeth and pushed, a scream of pain escaping him as he bore down, his muscles tensing and back arching, his nails digging into the sheets, and he panted, his body shaking and covered in sweat.
"I can see the head! Keep going, Your Highness!"
Harveste nodded, his eyes widening and he sobbed, his legs spreading wider instinctively, his head falling back against Tom's shoulder, his nails ripping the sheets.
"That's it, little one, push, you're doing so well." Tom encouraged, his hands rubbing and squeezing his, his lips brushing against his temple.
"Your Highness, push!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Harveste screamed, his muscles tensing and back arching, and the midwife smiled, her hands cradling the baby's head as she slowly guided it out.
"The head is out! Now the shoulders."
Harveste whined and panted, his muscles trembling and tears streaming down his cheeks, and Tom held him, his arms wrapping around him, and he whispered words of praise and encouragement.
"It's okay, little one. You can do it. Just a little longer, and the baby will be here."
"That's it, Your Highness, keep going!"
Harveste cried out and sobbed, his body shaking and he bore down, his hips pushing down and forward, and he gasped, a soft wail escaping him as he felt the baby slip out, and he collapsed back against the pillows, his eyes closing and chest heaving as the lusty cries of his child filled the air.
"Well done, Your Highness. You have a beautiful baby girl."
"A... A girl?" Harveste asked weakly, his voice raspy and his breathing ragged.
"Yes, a beautiful baby girl."
"May I...?"
"Of course, Your Majesty. Here, Your Highness, your daughter."
Tom smiled and carefully took the newborn from the midwife, his arms wrapping around the wriggling bundle and he chuckled, his lips curving into a warm smile, and he kissed the baby's forehead, his eyes softening and the baby yawned, her hands coming up and clutching his finger.
"She's perfect."
"Mm." Harveste agreed, his eyelids fluttering open and he looked down at his daughter, his heart swelling and eyes shining, and he smiled, his gaze soft and full of love before gasping as pain rippled across his stomach, his head falling back against the pillow, his breathing labored and teeth gritted.
"What's going on?!" Tom demanded, his gaze worried, his hand cupping the baby's head, the other cradling her body, and the doctor frowned, his gaze sharp and concerned before they widened in amazement.
"Your Highness, you're not finished yet. You have another child."
"W-what?"
"You're having twins, Your Highness. It's rare, but not impossible."
"Tom!"
"I'm here, little one. You can do this." He soothed, gently handing his daughter to a waiting midwife, and he held his little Omega's hand, his touch comforting and soothing.
Harveste took a deep breath, his eyes closing and his muscles tensing, his nails digging into Tom's hand, and he groaned, his body shaking as he pushed, the pain and pressure increasing, and he cried out, his vision blurring as the midwife's words floated in his ears.
"I can see the head! Push, Your Highness, push!"
Harveste gritted his teeth, his body trembling and he panted, his body exhausted, and Tom kissed his temple, his arm wrapping around him, his hand cradling his, his grip firm and strong.
"Come on, little one. You can do this. Just a little bit longer."
Harveste sobbed and nodded, his legs spreading and he bore down, a cry of pain escaping him, his nails digging into the mattress, and he pushed, his eyes squeezing shut and back arching, his teeth bared.
"The head is out! Keep going, Your Highness, the shoulders are next!"
Harveste took a deep breath, his legs widening and back arching, and he cried out, his eyes closing as he bore down, his muscles tensing and the midwife smiled, her hands gently easing the baby's shoulders out, her lips curving into a wide, joyful grin.
"Well done, Your Highness, it's a boy!"
Harveste panted, his body sagging back against the pillows and Tom smiled, his arm wrapping around his shoulders and holding him, his lips pressing against his temple, and Harveste smiled weakly, his gaze softening and a tired, content smile on his lips.
"My Queen, look at what you have done. Our son is perfect."
Harveste nodded, his heart swelling, arms shaking as he reached for the newborn, his fingers caressing and his gaze soft and loving, and he sighed, a tear trickling down his cheek.
"Our children are beautiful."
"As is their mother." Tom murmured, his nose nuzzling the bonding gland, and he purred, his fingers stroking the newborn's head, and Harveste hummed, his eyes closing, exhaustion overcoming him.
"Sleep, little one. You deserve it."
"Thank you, Tom."
"For what, love?"
"For giving me a family."
Tom chuckled and shook his head, his lips brushing the little Omega's cheek.
"Thank you, little one. Thank you for being mine."
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Later that night after the midwives and doctors had left and Harveste was deep in a medicated sleep to help the healing process, Tom carefully wrapped his children in thick fur blankets and summoned his most trusted guard, Thoedred Knott and his wife, Lady Azmaria Knott.
"You wanted to see us, Your Majesty?"
"Yes. We will be taking care of the former queen now." He murmured, gently stroking over his children's heads.
"You want her executed."
"Yes. She'll die slowly. I allowed her to live long enough simply so she would suffer by hearing of my marriage and the birth of my children."
"I understand, Your Majesty." He nodded. "She deserves nothing less for how she'd made you suffer."
Tom hummed and nodded, his eyes softening as his son yawned, and he kissed the baby's forehead, his hand cupping the back of his head, his thumb gently rubbing his cheek before bestowing the same affection to his daughter.
"Come. Azmaria I summoned you as well to hold my children and protect them in case Bellatrix attacks. If she does, do not hesitate. Kill her."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." She said and she gently took the newborns, following her husband and the King as they travelled through the castle and down to the dungeons.
The former queen's eyes widened when she saw the King, her hands gripping the bars as a deranged smile split her lips.
"T-tom, my love! You've finally come to rescue me!"
Tom snorted, his gaze cold and detached as he regarded her.
"Bellatrix, did you really think I'd come down here to free you? You're not leaving this place alive."
"Wh-what? No, no, Tom, please, don't do this! Please, let me go! I love you!" She pleaded, her voice rising, and Tom laughed, his gaze dark and cruel.
"Even if you love me, I most certainly do not love you. I am only here to make sure you suffer before you're executed."
"No! No! Don't kill me, please! Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed, her hands reaching through the bars and clawing at the King's clothes desperately, and he snarled, his hands grasping her wrists and squeezing until she shrieked in pain.
"Do not touch me. I do not belong to you." He hissed and turned, his gaze dark and malicious, as he gestured for Lady Knott to come forward, the babies asleep and wrapped securely in their blankets.
"My sweet little Omega blessed me with not one but two children from our very first coupling." He crooned, his fingers gently brushing the babies foreheads.
"No..." She breathed, her eyes wide and lips parted, and Tom smirked, his hand cradling his daughter's head, his thumb stroking her soft skin.
"Yes. And he did something else. He made me love him. Something you never achieved." He purred and turned, his gaze dark and cold. "Azmaria."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Take them back to my chambers. Guard them well."
"Yes, Your Majesty." She bowed, her husband stepping forward, his expression stern as he snapped his fingers to summon guards and ordered them to escort the Lady and the babes to the King's chambers.
"And now, Bellatrix, it's time for you to finally die."
"No! No, please, don't! Please!"
"You'll suffer the same death you intended for my little Omega. Guards!"
"No!"
"Hold her."
"No, please! Please, no! Let me go! Stop!"
Tom smirked and grabbed the red-hot pokers he'd ordered prepared discreetly when his sweet mate went into labor, the tips glowing white hot, and he chuckled as she shrieked and tried to pull away, the guards grip on her wrists tightening, and he smiled, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing.
"Scream, my dear. Scream. You won't be heard."
He plunged the tip of the poker into her breast, her screams echoing through the dungeon, the sickening stench of burning flesh filling the air, and Tom laughed, his eyes cold and merciless.
"Die, Bellatrix. Die for all the suffering you have caused, I hope you burn in the deepest depths of hell."
"Ah! Ahhhhhh! Please! Please, stop! Please! Ahhhhh!" She wailed and screamed, her eyes rolling and tongue hanging out of her mouth, her skin charred and blackened, the stench of burnt flesh making him grimace and turn away, the sound of her dying cries filling his ears.
"What would you like us to do with her body, Your Majesty?"
"Throw it in the sea." He murmured and left the dungeons, his thoughts filled with his little mate and his children.
'Bellatrix is finally gone. I can finally have peace.'
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Four days later Harveste was well enough to get up and out of bed and he cooed and cuddled his babies, little Thomas included, his eyes soft and gaze adoring.
"Oh, my darling ones. How lucky I am to have you." He murmured, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at his Alpha.
"Are you feeling well, little one?"
"Mmhmm. Just a bit sore." He hummed, nuzzling their children's cheeks. "Oh, they're so precious."
"Just like their mother."
Harveste blushed and smiled shyly, his gaze dropping and he sighed softly, his heart swelling with love.
"I'm the luckiest person alive."
Tom smiled and hummed, sliding into bed behind him and wrapping his arms around him, as he pressed a kiss to the Omega's neck, his nose nuzzling the bonding gland.
"Not as lucky as I am. You gave me everything I wanted. Love. A family."
"I love you, Tom."
"And I love you, my little Omega."
Harveste smiled and turned his head, his lips pressing against his Alpha's and he sighed happily, his eyes closing as Tom deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around him, and he relaxed, his heart full and content.
"What should we name them?" He murmured against his Omegas plush lips.
"I was thinking James after my father..." He said shyly.
"A fine name. And for our daughter?"
"Rose."
Tom smiled and kissed his little Omega's cheek.
"Perfect."
Harveste blushed and giggled, his eyes soft and lips curving into a happy smile, his gaze moving to his sleeping children, and his heart swelled, his chest tightening.
"I love them so much."
"As do I, little one." Tom murmured and held him closer, his nose nuzzling the back of his neck.
"Sleep, little one. I'm here. I'll always be here."
Harveste sighed and closed his eyes, his body relaxing and drifting off to sleep, and Tom smiled, his arms wrapping around him, as his lips brushed his neck, and he breathed in the Omega's scent, his heart warm and content.
His little Omega was finally his, and their lives were finally at peace.
"Good night, little one."