Chapter 72: Not On My Watch
Elian;
"What trouble?" I demand, and Alana sighs before she starts pacing.
"So... You remember that conversation we had about the Alphas finding another Omega?" She questions as she nervously rubs her hands together against each other, and I stop chewing.
"Yeah. You said we can not let the Alphas get another Omega because if someone else gets... pregnant for any of them, my position will be compromised, and my lifestyle and eventual safety will no longer be guaranteed." I reply, and she nods like a teacher proud of a student who’s learnt well.
"Yes. That one." She replies, and I raise a brow at her.
"What about it?" I demand, and she sighs.
"What if I tell you that instead of an Omega, Alpha Rhydian may have gotten an Alpha?" She replies, and my jaw drops.
"What?!" I demand, and Alana stops pacing as she faces me.
"I thought Femal Alphas were rare?" I demand, and she pauses.
"I never said it was a female." She replies, and my jaw drops.
"A male Alpha?! Isn’t it impossible for Male Alphas to get pregnant?" I demand, and she rushes closer to the bed with her gestures, urging me to lower my voice.
"I don’t know the details! But when we arrived, Alpha Liandria told Alpha Rhydian that she had something important to discuss with him. Something regarding the answer to their prayers." She replies, and my forehead wrinkles in confusion.
"And who the fuck is Alpha Liandria? How’s the answer to their prayers an Alpha?" I reply, and she sighs as she gently sits at the edge of the bed with her voice dropping as she leans close to me.
"Alpah Liandrian is Alpha Rhydian’s mother. Now listen closely because this is where things get messy." She whispers, and I nod as I pay close attention.
"Alpha Liandria hates Omegas. She can not stand us. Whatever hatred you think Alpha Rhydian had for us, take that and multiply it by a million. Then you might have an idea of how much this woman actually hates us." She explains, and I tilt my head in amusement.
"Okay, seeing as everyone’s population depends on us, I find that remarkably foolish," I reply, and Alana blinks at me.
"Sorry," I whisper, and she shakes her head.
"No. No. I agree with you. But that’s not the point." She replies, and I nod.
"Okay. What is it?" I reply, and she sighs.
"I saw a young man in Alpha Rhydian’s room earlier today. He smelled like an Alpha... but also like an Omega." She explains, and my brows knot.
"I don’t know if I’m right, and for the sake of everything good, I hope I’m not. But I think that young man is the result of some kind of experiment. An Alpha with an Omega’s uterus." She concludes, and my heart drops into my stomach.
"Is... is that even possible?!" I question in pure horror, and she shakes her head in negation.
"Naturally, no. Myths and legends talk about powerful beings who once lived. Premodials. They had the power to tame and change whoever they got with. Their pheromones were enough to change an Alpha’s body and make it susceptible to reproduction. But that’s only in old stories. Even if they exist, Alpha Liandria certainly isn’t one. This has illegal experiments written all over it." She explains, and I blink in awe as I try to process all I’m hearing.
"So... You’re saying Alpha Liandria has gifted Rhydian an Alpha who can get pregnant for him?" I question, and Alana nods slowly.
"Where’s Rhydian?" I ask, and her brows knot as she looks at me.
"I don’t know. When he left here, the guard said his mother was waiting in his room for him." She replies, and I pause.
"And where was the last place you saw this Alpha Omega dude?" I push, and she hesitates for a moment.
"In.. Alpha Rhydian’s room?" She replies, and my brows shoot up.
"Oh," I reply as I slowly pull away from her, and things start falling into place.
I freeze in place when the reality of the situation dawns on me, and my eyes widen.
"Oh hell no! Not on my watch." I rage as I rush off the bed, and Alana stares at me in confusion.
"Where is his room?" I demand, and she shoots to her feet.
"Master Elian, I don’t think it’s a good idea to..." She begins, but I cut her off.
I’ve only just decided to make this place my new home and make a place for myself here. I won’t let some opportunist experiment kick me out of the picture.
"Where is Rhydian’s room, Alana!?" I snap, and she sighs.
"The third room on the east wing." She replies, and I nod.
"Thank you," I reply before stuffing my legs into my sandals and rushing for the door.
I rush out of the room in search of Rhydian’s room with one thought in my mind.
The only person who is allowed to carry the Alpha’s children is me!! Even if I don’t want to.
The point is, I’m their Omega...and I don’t care if the Queen herself hand-made this experiment, I won’t be replaced.
I don’t care who this Alpha Liandria woman thinks she is, but I’ve faced one shit mother in one life, and I don’t mind having a smackdown with another here. I won’t be as lenient as I was with the last horrible mother in my life.
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Rhydian;
I sit at the edge of my bed with my hands on my head as I try to process all that I’ve just heard.
It’s a lot to digest. I.. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do?
What the hell is this? Father sent me here to investigate my mother, and now, she’s set me up with... Bram isn’t lying. It all makes sense. All he said.
His scar, the fact that she said he has a healthy womb. Denying it would be pure delusion.
But I can not give her what she wants... and my brothers and I all agreed to let Koda get Elian pregnant so he would become the next king.
Not me. Not any of us. Koda has worked so hard by Father’s side. He deserves to be King.
Besides, despite the kind of Mother I have, my brothers have never doubted or mistreated me. I can’t betray all of them like this. That, too, by impregnating an Alpha, my mother conjured for me through punishable experiments.
Besides... Elian is already ours. I can’t just...
What he hell do I...
"Alpha...?"
I jerk and open my eyes when I find Bram on the floor between my legs. I blink at him, and he takes a deep breath.
"We don’t have to rush things, Alpha Liandria wants us to get intimate tonight... but she never specified what kind of intimacy. You don’t have to get into bed with me so quickly. I can give you time to get comfortable with me." He says as his hands gently caress my thighs, and I blink at him.
"My mouth can do more than just talk." He says as his hand inches higher to my crotch, and I freeze.