Omegaverse continuation
Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom. Here in a stately chateau there lived Lord Tremaine, a widowed alpha, and his omega son Ellery. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt he needed a mother’s care. And so he married again; choosing for his second wife, a beta woman of good family with two daughters just Ellery’s age. By name, Anya and Davina, each a beta like their mother. It was upon the untimely death of this good alpha however, that the stepmother’s true nature was revealed – cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Ellery’s charm and beauty. She was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. Ellery was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in his own house. One day, after cleaning the fireplace, he served the stepmother and sisters their dinner before washing his face. So covered in soot was he that the name ‘Cinderella’ was coined by Anya. The other two found it so amusing that the name stuck. As time went by, Chateau Tremaine fell into disrepair. The family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters. Upon Ellery’s first heat, Lady Tremaine began arranging for strangers in the village to visit Ellery in his chambers in the evenings and do whatever they wished with him for a fee. The only rule she kept was that he was not to be impregnated. After a few months of this, Lady Tremaine found it impossible to keep from her daughters, and so simply rented Ellery out to the local whorehouse; telling her daughters that he was going away to a special school. The omega left every Monday morning and returned on Friday to clean house through the weekend. Through it all, Ellery remained ever gentle and kind. Nineteen now, the whorehouse had him walking the streets for customers most days. He enjoyed this little freedom greatly. It gave him the chance to see people going about their happy lives. It was these observations that allowed him to keep hope that someday he would find his own dreamed-of happiness. “But perhaps not today,” he thought as he pocketed the coins from his last customer and leaned against the wall as he tried to rub the spot of white out from where it had dripped onto his shirt.
Rickon laughed softly to himself as he left the small pub he'd been in. He had been dodging the Omegas his parents had been trying to mate him off to and figured a pub was a safe bet. The man, arguably the most saught after Alpha in the kingdom, wasn't ready to bond and raise up a litter of pups yet. He knew he'd have to bond soon if he planned on taking over the kingdom when his father passed, his brother was too young and would make a shitty ruler anyway. Just as he stepped around a corner he saw a young Omega with the most stunning eyes. "Don't you know it's not safe out here this late at night for a pretty Omega?" He asked while tampering down the Alpha jealousy rearing it's head at the smell of another on that sweet boy.
Ellery glanced up briefly at the voice. He smirked a bit at the comment, but he rolled his eyes. "I've filled my quota for the night, sweetheart. Try me again tomorrow earlier." He didn't have need for the extra money, especially not the chump change that an alpha as drunk as this likely had on him. With that, he went back to licking his thumb and rubbing it against the fabric of his shirt, trying to get the cum out before it stained.
Rickon scrunched his eyebrows a bit. "Quota?" He asked and tried to think of what the boy meant before he stilled. "Wait... If you're a street walker why haven't I seen you before?" He asked. Most of the whores were paraded in front of the Alpha princes to keep them amused before they mated with a proper Omega. "Have you never been in front of the palace?"
Ellery raised his eyebrows at the questioning. "No, I can't recall ever going to the palace, sorry." His tone had a bite of sarcasm, but it was the best he could do without outright lying. He was sure that his father had presented him to the other nobles as an infant. He just didn't remember. Honestly, the questions confused him, considering that he'd never even been asked to go to the palace. He supposed it must've been some deal that his stepmother made.
Rickon nodded very slowly before standing up a bit straighter, figuring he should probably look regal if he was going to talk it. "For the record, when the crown prince offers to walk you home you shouldn't assume he's propositioning you next time. It certainly looks bad on me to think I'd use you before you'd had a chance to rid yourself of lesser Alpha... deposits." He said for lack of a better word. He slid a hand through his black hair slowly, making sure it still looked well groomed.
Ellery had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He'd slept with too many lords to be impressed by his preening. "I apologize, your highness. I didn't recognize you..." He looked the drunk alpha up and down, trying to subtly knock his ego down a peg. "...in your current state. However, I would like to point out that you didn't offer to walk me home. You walked up to me and warned me that the streets at night aren't safe for omegas at night. Which actually sounds a lot more like a vague threat than a proposition, I suppose." He shrugged innocently.