A/N: This is, um, far from my best work but I wanted to put something out cause it’s been so long.
I’m sorry I’ve been absent. I wish I had a really good excuse but it’s literally that I was tired. I didn’t sleep for several weeks (4-5 hours a night) and was so sleep deprived I couldn’t even get basic care tasks done like eating and drinking water. The last week I’ve slowly caught up on sleep and I’m feeling much better.
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It had been three months since you left him. Three months since he put his mark on you and tied you to him. Steve used to be a friend. You liked him once upon a time. Now you couldn’t stand the sight of him. He had changed when he took over your fathers business, became ruthless. The moment your first heat after mating ended you ran from him. You would have never come back if he didn’t have something over you. He made it clear three days ago, sending the message through the family that if you were not returned to him he would begin taking it out on any and everyone you had ever called a friend. Schoolmates, neighbors, those who helped you escape. You didn’t have a choice, nobody would die because of you.
You stood at the doorway for several minutes before finally knocking.
He opened the door quickly as if he had been there waiting. His scent hit you, just as strong as you remembered. The sour smell of anger that radiated from him felt oddly comforting. It felt wrong to be attracted to it and you cursed under your breath. His hand caught you as you took a step back and you were lifted into his embrace and carried inside. The door closed behind you and he reached into his pocket, retrieving a key. He locked you in with him quickly and started carrying you into his home. There would be no escaping this, he was ready for you.
He laid you down on a plush couch and covered you in a blanket before walking away and returning with a small tray of food and water. The food smelled so good, you accepted the small forkfulls without hesitation. When you were full and satiated he sat beside you, pulling your head into his lap; He purred until you slept.
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“She’s safe,” his voice woke you. Tentatively, you stood and wandered to the kitchen, stopping out of sight while he talked on the phone.
“Of course...”
He stopped talking suddenly and you quickly slipped back to the couch.
“She’s awake, I’ll have to call you back.”
You pressed yourself against the cushions, hiding under the blanket as he walked towards you. His scent was so feral - so angry that you had to suppress a whimper.
“Your father is pleased you’re ok.” he said, pulling away the blanket.
You shut your eyes tight and he grabbed your chin, slowly putting more pressure until it became painful.
“Open your eyes doll,” he whispered.
You obeyed, peering up at his angry face.
“I hate you,” you said.
He let go of your chin and manipulated your body, pulling off your pants and giving your ass a sharp slap. He pushed your shoulders down and spread your legs. You jerked forward as a finger entered you abruptly, pumping in and out. A low growl caused your body to begin creating slick and a feeling of shame washed over you.
“There was a time when I cared about your love,” his finger disappeared and his cock replaced it.
“You can feel however you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” He entered you in one harsh thrust, splitting you open. You bit your lip holding back a sob.
The only thing that matters,” he panted, pace quick and brutal, “is that you know who you belong to.”
You pushed your head into the couch cushion and he grabbed your neck, putting pressure at your jaw until you brought your face up.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.
“I… I belong to you.”
He leaned over, biting down on the mark he left months prior. You cried out as you felt his knot expand and his seed fill you. He let go of your shoulder and traced his finger over your mark.
“It’s ok doll,” he shushed you, “You’re safe now, I’ll take care of you.”
You shook your head no and his hand was placed once again on your neck, squeezing it gently in a warning.
Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
Warnings: Langauge, Angst, dark themes, forced oral, ABO Dynamics (bond marks, knotting, scenting, etc.), Enemies to Lovers,
Word Cont: 2.7K
A/n: sorry for being gone, I lost motivation for a while lol. also sorry If this chapter is kinda bland, I don't wanna try cause people keep stealing my fucking work. anyway, enjoy. I've got so many ideas but im just having a hard time writing lately
!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!
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“Should you not be in your chambers plotting your next attempt on the King’s life?”
The voice is like nails down a chalkboard and you need to take deep breaths to maintain your composure.
“Should you not be attempting to seduce my husband?”
Sharon chuckles once without humour, leaning against the library shelves beside you.
“I need not attempt, girl. I have satisfied the King for years before you arrived.”
You hum, eyes not straying from the spines of your books, “yes, but you do not satisfy him anymore. Now that he knows the feel of an Omega, he has no use for you.”
She grinds her teeth together and grabs your bicep, turning you to face her and pushing your back against the bookshelves.
“You need remember, pup, you may have his knot but I have his ear. My family has been on his council for generations. I have earned his trust. You have not. Who do you think he’ll believe were he to hear that his Omega was entertaining another Alpha?”
You glare up into her blue eyes, nose wrinkled at her scent.
“The King is not a fool. He is not dumb enough to kill me and start a war over hearsay. He will investigate, and when he finds nothing but lies on your end, you will be punished.”
Her hand tightens on your bicep and you hold back a wince.
This is going to bruise.
“You will watch your back, Omega. It isn’t safe for pups like you to roam alone. Especially not so close to your heat.”
You push a step closer to her until your chests are nearly touching.
“Is that a threat, Beta?”
She gives you one final glare before dropping your arm.
“A warning, Your Majesty. I would hate for anything bad to befall you.”
She turns and struts out of the library, golden hair swinging behind her.
You stay standing against the bookshelves for a long moment, willing your heart to calm down and your anger to lessen.
When you’ve finally regained your propriety, you leave the library and head straight to your chambers where your Lady is waiting.
“You are troubled, My Queen. What has happened?”
You shake your head, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“It seems I have... put off our plan to escape. No longer will that be on the back burner, Wanda. You will reunite with Pietro, that I promise you.”
She furrows her brows and rises to her feet, shaking her head at you.
“And what of you, My Lady?”
You only sigh, “what happens to me is in the hands of fate and no one else. No longer will I allow men to control me. No longer will I allow myself to be threatened by these people.”
Her eyebrows raise and a look of shock covers her features.
“You’ve been threatened?! By whom? Who has done this?”
You wave her off and take a seat at your desk, rubbing your temples with a wince.
“It does not matter. As soon as my heat passes I will put our plan into action. We will not remain imprisoned, you mark my words.”
She bows her head for a moment before looking at you again.
“Shall I fetch his majesty? If you are going into heat, you will need him, will you not?”
You think back to what Sharon said, what her threat was.
“No. I do not require him yet. I shall bathe and build my nest.”
She nods, “would you have me fetch you some fruits and nuts? You must keep your strength up.”
You nod, letting out a heavy sigh when she goes into the bathroom to run your bath.
The bath does wonders to ease your nerves and melt away the stress of your encounter with Sharon, and then you’re gathering all the blankets and pillows you can find to build up your nest.
It takes hours, far longer than it usually does, and even once you’ve finished with it, it doesn’t feel right.
“My Queen, I do apologize for disturbing you, but the King has started his rut. He requests your presence in his chambers,” Natalia says softly from the doorway, her head bowed.
You shake your head, sweat beading across your forehead as your heat slowly takes over.
“Tell his Majesty that if he requires me, he may join me. My heat has started and I will not be leaving my nest.”
“Yes, My Queen.”
You’re only alone for a few moments before the door swings open, the King standing there with his chest heaving and his eyes dark.
“My Omega is in heat?”
You only nod.
“Need to breed you, Omega. Fill you up with my pups.”
You lift your head from your nest and take a sniff of the air, a growl tearing free from your throat.
“You will bathe first.” The scent of Sharon isn’t as strong as it was the last time you were in heat, but it’s still lingering on his clothes, and you will not have that anywhere near your nest.
He pauses, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment.
“You will not tell me what to do, Omega,” he growls, taking another step towards your nest.
“I told you I will not have her scent in here! This is my one safe place in the entire kingdom! I will not have you ruin it with the stench of her! I will not have that Beta take from me the one thing which is mine!”
Never in all of his years on this Godforsaken planet has anyone ever stood up to him like that. Especially not during his rut.
But there you are, nearly trembling with rage on your bed, eyes flashing between their regular colour and amber.
Without another word, the King turns on his heel and exits your chambers, leaving you alone yet again.
You collapse in your nest with a hardly suppressed sob, your anger at him and the Beta and the pain of the rejection hurting your heart.
There are many who would gladly take your place and you know that. And you would switch with them in an instant.
Your face is pressed into your pillows while your heart pounds in your ears, echoing loudly with every beat.
You don’t even notice that the King has returned until you feel the edge of the bed dip.
“Omega? May I join you in your nest?”
Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.
His hair is damp and he’s completely naked, but his eyes are soft and earnest.
You can do nothing but nod.
He joins you gently, worming his body around yours to get comfortable. He smells clean. A mixture of soap and cedar. Not a trace of that disgusting Beta to be found.
Humming contentedly, you nuzzle closer to him, your nose dragging over his scent glands.
“You are in heat, Omega,” he rumbles, his flesh hand tracing up and down your spine.
“And you are in rut.”
He nods his agreement, nose dropping to the crown of your head.
He takes a deep breath then huffs it out again, and repeats the action a few times.
He scents you thoroughly, scents your nest and your chambers, and each breath makes the heat in your core burn hotter.
You’ve never been this close to a rutting Alpha, and for good measure.
All rational thoughts are gone now that he's here. Your inner Omega takes full control, her focus on one thing and one thing only: breed.
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“That Omega makes you look weak, James. She tests your strength and makes you look a fool.”
He raises his head at the voice, eyes meeting Sharon’s for a moment before dropping back to the document on his desk.
“You will watch your tone, Sharon. That is your Queen you speak of.”
After spending his rut with you during your heat, he’s only found himself falling harder.
“I mean no disrespect. I am speaking to you as your advisor, the way my father spoke to yours. She oversteps all boundaries with no consequences. More than once now has she snapped at members of your counsel and you allow her to do so. The men have already begun speaking, words are being whispered across the continent of this Omega’s hold on you.”
He grins his teeth together because he knows she has a point.
You’re getting bolder, speaking out of turn. Speaking to him like that is one thing, but doing it to anyone else? Doing it to him in front of others? It makes him look weak. It’ll give others the impression that it is okay to speak to him that way.
It is not.
He’s a king and he will be treated as such.
“Thank you, Lady Sharon, for your counsel. It has been appreciated.”
She nods and dips her head then makes for the door, pausing with one foot in the corridor.
“I am telling you this, not as a woman who cares for you, but as your advisor and your friend. All I want is what’s best for you and the Kingdom, and you would do well to consider what that means in regards to your wife.”
She takes her leave and he huffs out a sigh, putting his face in his hands and pondering all that has been said.
It’s no secret that you’ve got a mouth on you, but he has found it amusing at best and intriguing at worst. But to hear that your mouth is causing murmurs amongst his council is something he will not tolerate.
He cannot tolerate it.
You may be his wife and his Omega, but he is still a king and perhaps the blame is on his shoulders. He hasn't put you in your place the way a King would.
But that’s going to change.
~*~
“You summoned me?” You ask, arms crossing over your chest when you see the men gathered in the room.
You recognize one as the one that you snapped at.
“Yes. Shut the door.”
You feel a little apprehensive at being around so many Alphas, but you know James won’t allow any of them to harm you.
“I do believe that, after your last encounter with him, you owe Lord Pierce an apology.”
Your brows pull together and a laugh of disbelief falls from your lips.
“I will apologize for nothing. He is the one who made lewd remarks. He’s lucky all I did was snap at him. For his words, he ought to have his tongue removed.”
The alphas all bristle at your words but you have no intention of taking them back.
“You will apologize and you will ask for forgiveness, Omega,” James growls, anger rolling off at him.
Your inner Omega wants to submit to the anger of her Alpha, but you shove aside those feelings.
You will be treated as nothing but an equal.
“He has not apologized to Lady Wanda, therefore he is undeserving of an apology,” you say simply, holding your ground when he steps into your personal space.
“He is a Lord and an Alpha. He needs not apologize for his actions. You are an Omega,” James spits your title as if it’s rotten food poisoning his mouth.
“I am also the queen of this Kingdom,” you growl, glaring up at the man.
“A queen by marriage. And my wife would do well to obey her husband.”
“And my husband would do well to remember who he needs to continue his lineage, if only in the eyes of the gods.”
There are a few murmurs from the other men, but you ignore them. They do not matter, not right now.
“Omegas are not hard to come by. You are not irreplaceable, and if you do not prove the value of your tongue, I will allow lord Pierce to remove it.”
You’re silent, staring at him with wide eyes while the other Alphas watch the exchange intently, eager at the new possibility.
“I will not.”
James steps forward and towers over you, glaring down at you.
“You have a choice, Omega. You may get on your knees and please me with your mouth, prove to me that you deserve to keep that poison tongue of yours, or, I will allow every man in here to take their turn with you. I will not force you into one or the other, you will choose for yourself, like the independent Omega you are.”
A boulder settles into the pit of your stomach and you glare up at him, turning to the door only for him to grab the back of your neck, forcing you to submit to him despite the way your mind refuses.
“Take one more step toward the door and I will assume you chose to let them feel your cunt, Omega. Leaving is not an option.”
He spins you to face the men in the room again and you feel a snake of disgust slither up your spine at the hungry way they’re looking at you.
“You have five seconds to decide or I will allow them to decide for you.”
You raise your head high and turn to your husband, glaring into his eyes as you sink to your knees.
He chuckles viciously, watching you pull his cock from his trousers.
Time moves slowly as you make your choice, a snarl bubbling inside of you at what he’s forcing you to do.
Like venom from a snakebite, disgust races through your body with anger and betrayal close behind, the scent drowned out by the arousal of your mate.
You keep your eyes angry and focused on his as you take him into your mouth, forcing back tears as he grabs hold of your hair and pushes every last inch of his manhood down your throat.
It hurts.
It’s more than just the physical discomfort that hurts. It’s a deep tearing feeling inside of your soul that has tears biting behind your eyes.
It’s humiliating.
Your heart shatters at the way he’s treating you now, such a drastic change from the man he was only days prior.
Your eyes shut on their own accord and your mind pulls you back to your nest as your mate forces himself on you.
You think back to how safe you had felt with him, how at home you had felt. It was easily the happiest you’d ever been in your entire life.
Hell, you’d even begun trusting the bastard.
All of that is gone now.
No trust, no love, not even lust.
Your inner Omega cries and howls at the disrespect to your bond, at the betrayal, and you will allow her to cry only when you know that not even the Gods will be able to see.
No one will ever witness her pain, her anguish.
You zone out, allow your mind to leave the present moment if only to stop the humiliation from drowning you.
When he finishes, he does so on your face, leaving a hot mess that makes you want to throw up.
“See, gentlemen? My wife’s tongue is good for something.”
A hash smack sends your head flipping to the side and pain licks up your cheek and then men in the room laugh.
They laugh at your expense, at the humiliation he’s putting you through.
“Leave us,” James barks, shoving his manhood back into his pants and nudging your arm with his leg.
“Don’t leave so soon, Omega. We haven’t had our fun yet,” Lord Pierce sneers, his hand dropping onto your shoulder.
“She made her choice, Pierce. You will not touch my wife.”
The hand on your shoulder slowly drops away and you rise to your feet, keeping your gaze locked forward as you scrub the mess off of your face and exit the office.
You try to maintain your composure on your way back to your chambers, but you must stop twice to empty the contents of your stomach, apologizing profusely to the maids who approach to help you.
“My Lady! Are you all right?”
You shake your head and shut the doors tightly then turn your lady in waiting, your hands trembling.
“I-I’m sorry, Wanda. I seem to have put off our plan of escaping. No longer will we remain here.”
She rises to her feet and takes your hands gently in hers.
“What has happened? Have you been threatened again?”
You shake your head and swallow hard, “it does not matter. Pack your things, we leave at dusk.”
