"You—your Highness, your Highness please, please stop !". I try out softly, prying away from the hands holding me tightly against the older man.
This could not be happening—,
Said man, simply hummed, his face still hidden in my neck, inhaling my scent profusely, "You smell so good beautiful". He groaned, darting an adventurous tongue out, and licking at my scent glands, groaning again at the sweetness overwhelming his tongue, and I whimpered softly at the touch.
I immediately jolt away, mortified by the sounds that involuntarily escaped past my lips, "Please stop !". I cry out once more, tears filling my eyes, what was happening ?. "You can't—we can't, we can't !". I sniffle, arms wrapping tightly around my body, head lowering.
The older man frowned, hand reaching out for me, only for me to slap away his hand, as soon as it touched me.
"My beloved, why are you rejecting me ?".
"Don't— please do not address me as such, please I—". I stuttered. "Please don't, I'm not—You are to marry my brother". I murmur more softly, body still shaking, trying vainly to rationalize the whole situation.
His Highness, the first Prince born of Nidarhs, and heir to the throne, smiles softly at me, body relaxing, "I am not". He affirmed, and I glance up at him, confused. "How could I even dream of bonding my life to anyone other than you gorgeous ?". He asked, walking closer to me once again, this time making sure to corner me against the cold wall of the corridors. "My life, my heart and my soul can only belong to you sweetheart". He whispers in my ears, seemingly savoring the shivers he provoked within my body.
He slowly leaned back, not hesitating one second before ravishing my pink and plump lips.
My initial resistance quickly melted away, as I sigh softly in the kiss, overwhelmed by the man's strong scent, and my hands grabbing tightly at his Highness's clothes.
The kiss was chaste, just the two us moving slowly our lips together, as I occasionally allowed soft sighs to escape the barrier of my lips.
"You taste just as good as you smell Darling". The prince of Nidarhs whispered softly against my lips, once the kiss broken.
"Your Highness, we shouldn't—". I start, hand coming to touch softly my lips, moaning softly as I felt them swollen.
"Lars, call me Lars, Darling". The prince of Nidarhs, Lars groaned, cutting me off, before sealing our lips together once again, more passionately this time.
"Lar—Lars~!". I moaned weakly, melting once again in the arms of my dear prince, as his head was once again resting in the crook of my neck. "We shouldn't be doing this". I protest weakly, head dizzying because of Lars's strong and intoxicating scent, and despairingly trying to fight the warm feeling creeping inside my body in the prince's embrace.
"I told you sweetheart, my life can only be bound to you, never to anyone else". Lars affirmed again, pecking softly the warm skin of my neck, just under my scent glands, making me purr softly. "Can't you feel it ?. The pull between us". He asked, nipping softly at my scent glands, my knees going weak under the ministrations, eyes closing shut.
Yes—yes, I could feel it. I could feel the pull between us, this overwhelming attraction, the buzzing heat spreading through my entire body.
I could feel my inner wolf purring softly at the back of my mind, clawing softly at my mental walls, trying to break free. Despairingly trying to coax me into submitting to this man, into baring my unmarked neck to him. What was happening to me ?!.
How could it be possible for me to—,
"Your Highness". A voice, stranger to me, interrupted us suddenly, making me jump slightly, as I opened my previously closed eyes, in fear.
In a jolt, I quickly pushed the prince of Nidarhs away from me, blushing in shame. Here I was, pressed against a wall, and kissing my older brother's fiancé.
Such a shameful person was the third prince of Aldora.
"Åsger". I heard Lar—his Highness of Nidarhs growl softly. "What is it ?". The prince's voice sounded so cold, a contrary to the warm tone he graced me with, just a few seconds ago.
The man sighed, "My prince, there is really no need for you to act so coldly towards me". The man said, a hint of amusement in his voice, making the prince growl at him once again. "You were gone for too long, and your fiancé and his parents are still waiting for us".
At the man's words, I felt the urge to disappear into the ground, my brother and my parents were probably waiting for the crown prince of Nidarhs, to discuss his marriage with my brother, and here was I, betraying them in such way.
"If his Highness would please excuse me, I shall take my leave". I manage to croak out, despite the knot forming inside my throat, bowing softly.
I turned around, ready to walk away from the two Nidars, when I feel a warm hand softly grab my wrist, "Your name darling, what is your name ?". The crown prince asked me, once he made me face him again.
"Adrian Alry". I answer, not hesitating a single second before giving my name to his Highness, my warm honey coloured eyes gazing at the abyssal dark ones of his Highness.
The tall man behind his Highness eyes widened slightly, "Adrian Alry ?". He asked, probably recognizing my name. "You are the third prince of Aldora". It was a statement, and I nodded.
"If his Highness would excuse me". I tried again, trying to break free from the crown prince of Nidarhs's tight grip on my wrist.
"Adrian". Lar—His Highness, whispered softly, seemingly to taste my name on his tongue. "Adrian, sweetheart, will you marry me ?". He asked suddenly, my eyes widening in shock, the man behind him sighing, exasperated.
"My prince—". The man, Åsger had his Highness called him earlier, sighed, looking exasperated. "My prince, you cannot do such things ". He continued, hand coming to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "We are here to discuss your marriage with Prince Adrian's brother". He added, briefly glancing at me.
And with theses simples words, I was once again overwhelmed with guilt, guilt and shame, oh so much shame.
How would my family feel, knowing I had betrayed them in such way ?.
I glanced back at his Highness, who was somehow, waiting for my answer to his inappropriate question, "Your Highness—". I start, respectful, taking a deep breath. "You are to marry my older brother, Prince Mirco of Aldora, what happened earlier—, what happened was a mistake, a terrible mistake. It should have never happened, and I assure you it will not repeat itself". I finished between gritted teeth. "If you'll excuse me". I bowed quickly, before turning around and walking away from his Highness and the other man. Not halting, even as His Highness keep calling out my name.
I kept walking, even as tears filled my eyes, my heart aching, and even as they finally slipped down my cheeks.
I hiccup loudly, halting as my heart sank, hand coming to rest onto the wall next to me.
How did it even happen ?. Me kissing and melting in the arms of my older brother's fiancé ?.
I knew of Mirco's reticence at engaging himself in a marriage with Prince Lars yes, but was it a reason sufficient enough for me to act as such ?.
Was it a reason sufficient enough for me to dare kiss my brother's betrothed ?. Was it enough for me to partake in such debauchery ?.
How could I even dare face my brother after such treason ?. Him who was waiting patiently for comfort. And my parents ?. My father, my mother—oh my mother, what would they think of me ?.
But, what pained me the most, what made my eyes water and my heart ache, was not my obvious treason, oh no—, it was removing myself from Prince Lars's strong and warm embrace, it was walking away from him.
Oh dear goddess !. What was wrong with me ?!.
Even now, as I already parted from the handsome prince a few minutes ago, I already yearned to be back inside his warm and secure embrace.
My inner Omega yearned to be with the strong Alpha, a man I only meet few minutes ago, a man who was supposed to be my brother-in-law, a man my brother had already resigned himself to marry.
A man far out of my reach.
An involuntary pained whine escaped my throat at such thoughts.
Thinking about the handsome Alpha mated to someone else, even if that someone was my brother, actually hurts.
My chest hurts at the sole thought of him holding another in his arms, of him kissing another wolf, of him calling another than me 'sweetheart'.
How could I feel so strongly for someone I only met mere minutes ago ?.
How could I feel so complete, so right, so—so loved in the arms of someone I only met a few minutes ago ?.
How could I only wish to run back right inside his warm embrace, how could I only wish to be held by him for eternity, how could I only wish to hide inside his arms for all eternity ?.
How could I wish for such things even when I know perfectly well why I cannot have them ?.
Why do I want so much to be tied to him ?.
Why does the mere thought of him bring such warm and fuzzy feeling inside my entire body ?.
Why do I feel that he complete me perfectly ?.
My perfect match, my perfect Alpha, my perfect soulma—
"Prince Adrian ?". A familiar voice suddenly call behind me, startling me a little.
"A—ah Sir Frederick !". I exclaim, recognizing my friend as I turn to look at who interrupted the chaotic train of my thoughts.
"Are you perhaps feeling unwell my prince ?". He asks frowning, seemingly concerned by my still quivering self.
I chuckle awkwardly, trying to act as I would normally do, "Of—of course not Sir Frederick !". I reply, smiling at him. "And I told you many times to drop the 'my Prince' when we are alone, haven't I ?". I tease, hoping to draw his thoughts away from my previous state.
Unfortunately, I can see that my ruse did not work, "You have". He admitted still frowning, his deep blue eyes starring into my warm honey coloured ones. "But I simply cannot my prince, it is improper to refer to you in any other way". He continued, smile soft, and my shoulders immediately slumped in relief.
Judging by his change of tone, he probably chose to not pry further than he already did.
I smile at him in thanks, my thoughts still a little bit fuzzy, "I consider you more a friend than a soldier Sir Frederick, allowing you to address me by my given name and not by my title is only me trying to make it known". I tell him, chuckling a little as I see him sigh, probably exasperated by this conversation we've had over a thousand times now.
He nods, seemingly agreeing, even if I knew perfectly he would never address me by anything other than my title. Sir Frederick was too respectful of ethics to not do so.
"Were you heading to the throne room my prince ?. If that is the case, then allow me accompany you". He says, making me take consciousness of my surroundings.
I had not realized that running away from my—no, Prince Lars, had driven me so far away from my chambers, and so close to the throne room.
I exhale softly, refocusing my attention on Sir Frederick, "With pleasure Sir Frederick". I smile at him, watching as he nods once again.
We walked in silence, me trying despairingly to forget about my brief encounter with Prince Lars, while Sir Frederick kept glancing towards my way from time to time, frowning.
And I could understand him, understand his obvious worries, for all closed off I was to others, - and sometimes to family and those I considered close friends - I usually was a lot less silent when in the presence of those I feel comfortable enough around.
I was actually glad when we reached the double black oak doors of the throne room.
"Thank you for escorting me". I smile, turning around to look at him.
"There is no need for you to thank me my Prince, I was merely accomplishing my duty as a knight of Aldora". He replies, bowing.
I smile once again at his obstinate use of decorum, before pushing the doors open and entering the room, leaving him behind as the two guards guarding the doors closed it behind me.
"Ah—Finally Ady !. What took you so long ?". Mirco whined, as soon as his gaze fell upon me.
I smile softly at him, understanding his hidden worry, "Nothing Coco". I lied pathetically, reaching out for an hug, as much as to ease his worries as to calm down my nervousness. "And why were you worrying anyway huh ?. I told you I would come back". I add, embracing him tight.
He let go of me, starring into my eyes, "Are you okay Ady ? You are a little bit shaky, and—you smell off, your scent is a bit—, there is a lingering scent clinging to you, I can't seem to smell it quite right, has someone scented you Ady ?. Who is it ?. Were you with someone ? An Alpha ?". He hissed, low enough for the rest of the family to not hear, and my eyes widened.
His Highness—!
He actually scented me ?!. How could I let a stranger scent me !. Oh dear goddess—!. If someone were to find out—!.
Oh—Sir Frederick !. That must be why he kept glancing towards me, he didn't recognize the scent hanging off me !.
Fortunately, the guards outside the doors were Betas, their couldn't have picked-up on the new scent.
"What is going on over there ?". I hear Mother's voice next to us, and I immediately throw a pleading gaze at my brother, if Mother were to smell this scent—,
His eyes narrowed, seemingly judging me for a few second, before he collided our wrists together, effectively scenting me and washing the foreign scent off me.
"Nothing for you to worry about Mother". He replies, smiling at her, even as she remained unconvinced.
"Thanks". I whisper softly at him, heart racing.
"Don't, you will explain later". He hissed back, and I hold back a dry chuckle from escaping my throat.
How could I explain ?.
Fortunately, as our scent were mingled together, and the foreign scent already whisking away, Coco wouldn't be able to single out Prince Lars's one particularly, he wouldn't then be able to recognize him later, as the one who scented me.
"You two still have not changed as I see, still keeping secrets between you". Harry suddenly said smiling, bringing Coco's and mine attention on him. "Are you informed of what is going on as well Sunny ?". He asks our little brother, turning his head to glance at him.
Smirking, Sunny shakes his head, refuting, "I am just as uniformed as you are dear brother".
"You both needs to stop". Coco groans loudly. "And 'Ry—". He starts, grinning. "We all know that it is jealousy fuelling your words. You wish to be as close to Ady as I am". He finishes, and I roll my eyes, these two seriously.
As a child, I was the closest to Harry, as he was my oldest brother and an Alpha. I saw him as the coolest wolf after Father.
But after my blooming, my overbearing admiration for him tamed a little, he was an Alpha and therefore could not understand what I was going through as a newly presented male Omega. It resulted then, in me growing closer to Coco, the only other male Omega in the family at that time.
It never really went down well with Harry, I was his greatest admirer one day, following him everywhere, and the next, I was permanently glued to Coco's side.
This explains their never ending quarrel about which one of them is the closest to me, even if theses days I tend to mostly keep to myself.
Before Harry could respond to Coco's obvious provocation, there was a slight knock on the doors, followed by immediately by the appearance of a guard as Father allowed them to enter.
"Forgive me for the disturbance my King but, Nidarhs's convoy has arrived and His Highness Prince Lars requests to see you your Majesty". The guard, a Beta named Franz informed us, head bowed low.
Father nodded, acknowledging his words, "I see, we shall receive them then". He says, dismissing the guard, who nodded before bowing once again and leaving.
I stared at the doors guts twisting in anxiety, what would happen once Prince Lars was here, before me once again ?.
Will he tell my family of what happened between us two earlier ?. Will he ask for my hand once again ?. Or was what happened unimportant on his part ?. And why does it affect me so much ?.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the doors opening, and a number of new people, of new smells entering the perimeter of my senses, but my attention quickly focused on one of them only.
The Alpha I could not help but think about, the wolf whose scent and words haunted me, the man slowly advancing towards my Father and Coco, who left my side a few seconds earlier, the man I should not want—,
His Highnesses Prince Lars of Nidarhs.