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In the Araik Empire, fear and strength dictate destiny. Emperor Pick, a majestic Alpha, rules every corner of the kingdom with an iron fist. His imposing presence and unleashed fury have silenced enemies and subjects alike.

Everyone in the kingdom fears him, his presence is enough to make anyone tremble, and no one dares to look into his fiery eyes without feeling a knot in their stomach. Since he overthrew his father, no one has dared to contradict him and the few who did, lost their lives. Even his wife and mother feel like they are walking on eggshells every time they speak to him.

His bloodlust seems to have no end; the battlefield is a playground for him and his skilled sword. The crimson red liquid often bathes his body from side to side, but the Alpha does not feel the slightest disturbance.

Winning over his opponents meant that a grand banquet would await him and his warriors at the Imperial Palace. If he was in a good mood, even his concubines could give him a good night; if they weren't, he would cut off their heads.

Thinking of the approaching festivities, Emperor Pick walked his horse to the stables. Every person who sensed his presence lowered their heads and froze. Seeing the terror in the less powerful caused the Alpha a feeling of pleasure. There, handing over the animal, was the first time he saw it.

Among the manure, one of the servants was struggling with a shovel. At first glance, he looked just as dirty and unpleasant as all the other slaves, the difference was that his long hair covered his face.

That even more disheveled appearance than usual made the emperor furious. The thought that he could be a spy or a mercenary willing to kill made him shout at his men.

—Who is that and why is he hiding? Bring him now! —A pair of guards ran towards the man pointed at and threw him at their feet.

The servant continued to look at the ground, hiding his features with his long hair. The young man was thin and pale, his body trembled and smelled as bad as animal excrement.

—How dare you attack the emperor? —said one of the guards and only then did the boy dare to look up.

—Your majesty, Emperor of the kingdom of Araik —He hurried to say in a voice shaken by fear. —I have committed a mortal sin, I implore your forgiveness…

—What is your name slave?

—My name is Rome, your majesty. I do not know what sin I committed, but I beg your forgiveness… —He repeated again, without looking Pick directly in the eyes.

—Why are you hiding your face? Let me see you. —The emperor, moved by curiosity, skillfully took his sword and guided it to the opponent. Rome's breathing stopped when he felt the blade of the sword close to his skin, but he did not move.

Pick cut a segment of hair revealing what was underneath. He was a young and dirty man, but what was most striking was the terrible scar that disfigured him. From his right eye to his chin, his battered face seemed to greet all the soldiers of the imperial guard.

—You are horrible. —The emperor's words sounded like painful daggers to the little slave who twitched and looked at the ground again. —Better keep covering yourself, you are visually uncomfortable. Get out of here.

Rome nodded, feeling hurt. A humble slave did not have enough presence to face the Emperor and his grandeur. Before leaving, Rome grabbed the shovel he had brought from the fright. In the process, he accidentally glanced at Pick, realizing that his eyes were as sharp and keen as everyone said.

——Wait a moment.—The emperor's voice made him stop. Rome had heard that looking into his eyes was a sin that was paid for with death. Terror ran through every cell of his body. He still felt too young to die.

—Servant, are you the one who smells? —To his surprise, Pick was the one who was looking for his eyes with an angry expression. Confused, Rome nodded in fear. —How can you work smelling like that?

—Forgive me, your majesty. Working with manure, the smell sticks to me. I don't mean to offend you…

—I'm not talking about that smell, but about your sweet smell. —All the men turned to the emperor as if he were crazy —Why do you smell sweet? Are you an Omega?

—Yes, my lord…—Rome blushed as he understood what Pick was picking up on. —Last week I was in heat and there was still some of the smell. That's why I was assigned to work with the animal excrement... I didn't want to bother you, Your Highness...

Pick glared at him and turned around, with his army following closely behind him. Porsche, his most trusted man, came to his side to receive his sword. Being friends since they were children, he was his right-hand man and the only person who would talk to him without fear of being killed.

—Emperor, I am surprised. Only an Alpha as exceptional as you could smell that Omega. To us it smelled extremely bad, nauseating.

—That is why I am the emperor and you are my subjects. —he replied self-sufficiently.

His friend scoffed and motioned for all the soldiers to disperse. The emperor smiled as he left him to go to his chambers. Upon arriving at the place, Lucia his wife greeted him with a bow. The woman's small belly also greeted him, announcing that the crown prince would soon arrive.

Honestly, Pick had no feelings for her. Their union was basically political, but they tried to maintain a good relationship. Lucia feared him in the same way as everyone else, always looking for ways to please him to avoid his fury.

—Your majesty, for the victory celebration, would you like the Queen Mother to prepare concubines for you?

—Yes. —It was his only answer and he left her outside his room. It was always the same, those people would come to please him while their bodies trembled. Omegas and Betas, sometimes some Alphas were invited, but none of them caught his attention.

Nothing moved him inside. He had been feeling strange for a while, as if his body was craving something different. He thought the smell of blood would soothe him just like always, but this time, the itch in his teeth wanted to bite something else.

Something sweet.

Emperor Pick moved to the window and looked out at the garden. Near the stables, the scarred slave was still carrying lumps of dirt. The smell he felt on him was sweet and unique. For a second, he was tempted to bring him close to his nose and shamelessly smell his neck, but he restrained himself.

If he hadn't been so dirty, he would surely have taken him into his room. With a smile, Pick knew, Rome was his. That Omega was going to serve the emperor.

***

Since Pick set his eyes on him, it seemed that Rome was in every corner of the palace. At first, they crossed paths in the hallways, in the courtyard or at one or another ceremony. The servant always lowered his head discreetly to avoid his eyes, but Pick continued to perceive his tempting smell. Even in the stables with the stench of animals, Rome's aroma reached the Emperor's nostrils like a tropical sweet.

With the war won, the next few months were going to be very quiet. Even so, Pick had to verify that his army of humans and animals did not let down their guard. Therefore, that afternoon while he was observing the armaments, he found the slave silently brushing one of the horses.

All the people present hurried to kneel to show their respect, he ignored them without hesitation. The object of his desire totally ignored his special attention.

—Rome. —He called with a firm voice. The servant turned around confused and as soon as their eyes met, he threw himself to the ground bowing.

—Your Majesty, how can I help you? —The servant's trembling voice caused a feeling of satisfaction in Pick.

—Has my horse been fed yet?

—Yes sir. He has already been fed and we have also bathed him; the vet will come in a while to vaccinate him. —Despite fearing, Pick was surprised that, unlike the other slaves, Rome did answer his questions completely. The boy did not stutter when speaking to him and controlled the trembling of his voice.

Maybe he did not look him directly in the eyes, but the fact that he was holding a conversation was enigmatic to Pick. The slave remained silently kneeling until he was given the order to stand up. In the end, as unexpectedly as he had arrived, the emperor left the stables. There were so many eyes watching him that Pick restrained himself from showing any further interest in the filthy slave. The Emperor could not afford to pursue another person, ideally Rome would fear him and freeze in his presence, just like everyone else.

He continued to walk around the place, visiting the other animals and some soldiers. They all answered his questions and offered him attention. At one point, Rome passed by him again, this time carrying a heavy bundle with great difficulty.

The Emperor stopped at the entrance, arms crossed, watching his movements. The servant sensed someone was watching him and turned around, meeting Pick's bright eyes. The paleness came to Rome's face, who tensed and looked away in fear. He continued his task, trembling, still feeling the weight of the man's attention.

Suddenly, someone lifted the sack that hurt his shoulders. Rome gasped in relief at the help and wanted to thank him, but froze when he saw that the one holding it was the Emperor himself.

Pick's gaze was piercing and chilled his bones. The man's strength was also enormous; while he used his entire body, the emperor only held the heavy load with one arm.

—Your highness... thank you very much — He whispered with a bow and Pick smiled slightly — I... I can carry it my lord, I don't want to cause you trouble.

—Do you think you are so important as to cause me trouble? — It was his answer and Rome tensed with fear.

—No, my lord! Excuse me! I meant that it is not my intention to dirty you...

—Your majesty — Another man arrived next to them — I apologize a thousand times, this slave has disrespected you. Of course, he will be punished.

—Punished? Do you think me so weak that I can't handle a simple bundle? —The man paled— Repent right now or you will know the fury of my sword.

The servant fell to his knees in fear, as did Rome and apologized to the Emperor. Pick mocked them both and headed to the corner of the stable to deposit the load. Everyone present was still attentive to the next murder, but he had no desire to cut heads.

The only thing on his mind was the smell that Rome continued to give off. Was he the only one who could sense it? Why did everyone seem to ignore that sweet thing that passed through his nose?

Pick left the stables enraged. The assimilation that he let himself be carried away and helped a slave made him angry with himself. Surely, it was all due to sexual frustration. He entered the chambers of his concubines with rage. The women and men present jumped as soon as they saw him and lowered their heads. None of them spoke to him. None of them were like Rome.

—Who was the last one who spent the night with me? —he asked angrily.

—My s…sir…I…was…I —The Omega's stuttering annoyed him. He hated being spoken to that way.

—Who have I not touched this month? Stand in front of me.

Six people walked up to him and bowed. In the end, he selected three and took them to his chambers. Even though the night was eventful, he could not satisfy his craving for the stupid Omega who groomed the animals.

His mood the next morning was chilling. By ten in the morning he had already killed a servant and a man guilty of stealing taxes. Blood adorned the meeting room, but he remained unperturbed.

He continued reading the papers along with some nobles and officials until he smelled that damn smell again. Looking up, he noticed that at the other end of the room, right where the traitor's blood was spread, Rome was on his knees with another servant cleaning the marble tiles.

Without warning, Pick pushed aside the sheets he was looking through and crossed the room to where the slave lay crouched. Everyone in the room watched the movement, surprised by the Emperor's interest in the two people cleaning. It was not normal for him to be so formal, much less to see him speaking specifically to a servant.

—Rome —he said in a hoarse voice, frightening the aforementioned. The younger one, seeing him, lowered his head in fear and began to tremble. That caused a smile on the emperor's face. —Raise your head.

—Your majesty… —Rome whispered with trembling eyes —How can I help you?

—Why do you avoid my gaze? Do you think you are so important?

—No, your highness —the younger answered stunned— I just don't want to bother you with my horrible appearance.

At that moment, Pick noticed the boy's scar again. For some reason, his brain seemed to have forgotten that detail. Since he spoke to him, the only thing he focused on was the gaze of the pleasant-smelling boy.

—You are horrible, but if I tell you to look me in the eyes you must do it or I will cut your head off. Do you understand? —Rome nodded petrified while staring at him.

Pick felt satisfaction. A mixture of curiosity and irritation grew in his chest as he saw him so submissive to his orders. He was definitely going to have fun with Rome.

***

The next time the emperor saw him was in the royal gardens. The palace was surrounded by numerous gardens that highlighted the greatness of the Alpha. Pick liked to walk through them to get away from the boring officials who always looked for trouble for his laws.

The sweet smell of flowers reached his nose along with something much more delicious. Of course, it was easy for him to recognize it. Rome was nearby.

Like a bloodhound, Pick chased the scent that had caused him obsession in recent weeks. In one of the gardens, the furthest away, he saw the servant crouched down removing the weeds with his hands. The emperor dedicated himself to looking at his rear for a few minutes, the way it stood out from the thin body stirred his heart and heated his lower part.

The Alpha decided to release his dominant pheromones, those that were always described as imposing and irresistible. The numerous concubines that fell before them were the most convincing proof. He wanted to see how the Omega would behave with them.

Rome turned around in fear as soon as he noticed them and froze in place when he saw him. Pick smiled at him, throwing a large amount towards him. The little boy blushed and lowered his head, feeling the heat and humidity between his legs increasing.

—Your…your majesty…— He whispered trying to hide his body's reactions —My lord…how can I help you?

—Do you like being here? Working with flowers, away from everything else — Pick commented smiling at him, as if he were asking a casual question.

The Omega's state was obvious. Even without wanting to, his fear pheromones were being released. Uncomfortable, Rome nodded slowly as he looked him in the eyes.

—Yes, your highness. It's quiet…I like working…here — Rome's last word came out as an embarrassed gasp. Pick scoffed at the sharp tone of his voice and watched him in silence. Then, without saying another word, he turned around and walked away, leaving him with his heart pounding. Despite not having done anything, Rome felt frightened by the power the man had over him.

The servant looked down at his pants and sighed in shame. He would have to solve that problem before continuing to work.

***

Rome could not understand the Emperor's actions in the last few days.

No matter where he turned his attention, it seemed that the man was always there, staring at him with his sharp eyes. Piercing him with force, devouring his soul.

He wanted to think that it was all in his head, but the encounters with Emperor Pick were repeated practically every day. It did not matter if it was under the merciless sun or under the bright moon, his tasks were usually interrupted by the man.

Just like that afternoon; a merciless storm bathed the palace gardens. Rome was soaked from head to toe, completely unaware that a predator was stalking him from a distance. He was so exhausted that he just wanted to finish his assignments and go dry off.

Suddenly, he saw him. Pick was watching him from the employee door. Rome repeated to himself that it was all a figment of his imagination. The Emperor had been quite clear that he was horrible and a disgrace to anyone. He ignored the feeling that he was someone important and continued working.

What Rome didn't know was that Pick was actually paying attention to his every move. From a distance, the man noticed with discomfort and anger how Rome worked tirelessly with his clothes clinging to his body. Every minute that passed, anger grew in the man's mind.

Impulsively, Pick asked all the slaves to stop until the storm stopped. According to him, if they worked in such conditions, they could get sick. They all bowed in gratitude for being so considerate to them and headed to their chambers.

Rome also followed them until his arm was held by the man. The Omega held his breath in fear, but he didn't dare to look away.

—Follow me. —was the only thing Pick said before leaving. With hesitation, Rome took advantage of the fact that everyone wanted to go to rest and slipped behind the man.

It was rare for low-ranking slaves like Rome to get close to the great Emperor's chambers. If they weren't courtiers, concubines or part of the court that served Pick, they would never know that place.

Of course, Rome felt out of place when they entered. He looked around at everything, afraid of taking a wrong step and breaking some decoration. He didn't want to lose his head.

—Clean yourself up in my bathroom. I'll leave you something to wear. —With a demanding voice, Pick pointed him in the direction he should go.

Underwater, Rome took several breaths to calm himself down. He was aware of the absolute power The Emperor had over his humanity. He knows that defying him is the same as putting a noose around his neck.

On one of the decorations, a green garment lay. With his hands, Rome opened it, realizing that it was a silk robe. The softness of the fabric, instead of calming him, frightened him. There was only one thing an Omega and an Alpha could do in the solitude of a room.

Stunned, the servant dressed and went out to meet the man. For Pick, seeing Rome tremble as he struggled to hold his gaze was pleasurable. It was a game of power in which he had already won from the beginning.

—How do you feel dressed in silk? It must be much softer than the rags you usually wear.

—Thank you for your consideration for me, your majesty. —was Rome's nervous response —I don't deserve so much care...I'm just a simple slave...

—I asked you a question —Pick's dark gaze terrified him.

—I...I feel very good...very comfortable...my lord... —The elder smiled pleased.

That was what he wanted to hear. He was impulsive in taking him to his room, but now that he saw him vulnerable, he was glad he had done it.

And the smell was still there. Delighting him.

—Release your sweet pheromones. —He demanded.

Rome didn't understand the order at first, doubting whether he had heard correctly or not. But then Pick wrinkled his face and, in fear, released many of his dominant pheromones.

—I like your smell —Pick commented, getting dangerously close to him —Release more.

With a blush on his face, Rome complied with his command. Pick approached his neck and licked it, tasting the incredible flavor that had tempted him for weeks.

Rome definitely belonged to him.

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Frightened, the servant took a step back when he felt the Alpha's tongue. His heart began to beat faster when he saw the Emperor's yellow eyes staring at him hungrily.

—My... my lord? —he asked in fear, squeezing the robe with his hands. —Your Majesty...

Pick didn't answer anything. He only released his pheromones shamelessly directly towards the Omega. Rome's body tensed and just like that day in the garden, his lower part became hot and wet. On the green fabric, his shameless erection stood out.

—Lie down on the bed and spread your legs —Tears formed in Rome's eyes as he took in what was going to happen. He couldn't believe that he would take advantage of him and his inferiority.

Without helping himself, he began to cry. Pick watched him silently, waiting for him to comply with his orders, but Rome didn't move. An agonizing pressure reached Alpha's chest, almost as if he shared a little of the other's pain.

—Why are you crying?

—I'm scared. —Rome answered without hesitation —I'm scared to do it with you Highness, I'm very scared…

For the Alpha, bravery was something worthy of admiration. That the Omega trembled, but had enough confidence to face him and speak without stumbling was impressive. If it were someone else, Pick would have thrown him on the bed and made him his. If he refused, he would even threaten him with his sword and cut off his arm. Strangely, he didn't want to scare Rome.

The little servant aroused many desires in him and at the same time, inspired within him the impetuous feeling of protecting him and giving in to his whims.

—I don't want to have sex with you —He tried to lie, but Rome looked at him with doubt and pursed his lips, almost challenging his words. —I like the smell you produce. I just want to lick you and down below it's much stronger and more concentrated. Really...

Pick felt silly for having to work hard to be believed, even so, seeing how Rome lowered his shoulders and seemed to calm down was worth it.

——Is that why you want me to lie down?—The emperor nodded, holding out his hand with a smile. The servant hesitated for a few seconds until he finally sighed calmly and grabbed it. Slowly and with flushed cheeks, he let himself be guided to the bed by the Alpha.

—Thank goodness, I almost died thinking that we would have sex.

Rome's voice was music to the older man, seeing him speak with confidence brought him peace.

—Have you never done it? —Pick gently pushed him before stretching his legs and climbing on top of him. It was a fairly clear form of domination, but Rome did not seem disturbed. —Are you underage?

—Of course I have and I am twenty-two years old, my lord. It's just that you are a very imposing Alpha and your pheromones cause many sensations in my body. —The boy's honest answer pleased him and displeased him at the same time.

On the one hand, someone else had touched the one he considered his. That infuriated him, but the fact that he knew the Omega was weak against him seemed to evaporate all the discomfort. From above, he sniffed and licked Rome's neck without warning. The servant jumped in place at the unexpected touch. The situation he was in was strange, but at least the feared Emperor did not want to hurt him.

In fact, what he was doing was very pleasurable. The Omega released more pheromones to please the man who had confessed to him that his smell was delicious. Even though it was uncomfortable at first, he was now moaning and excited. Pick kept rubbing him again and again.

Rome wanted to close his legs so that he wouldn't touch his very awake intimacy, but the Alpha's large body prevented him from doing so. Pick continued to release his pheromones with each lick and Rome felt himself getting even wetter. His cheeks blushed as he realized that he was reacting shamelessly.

—Your... your majesty... — he murmured in a weak voice — My body... I apologize... my body... I am an Omega my lord...

— So? What's the problem? — Pick answered from his chest. Now his nipples were the victims of the great Emperor's tongue.

—I can't control my reactions when I'm with someone like you —Rome tried to get the cloud of pleasure that confused his brain to go away —I'm getting turned on by your pheromones. I'm sorry, I don't want to disrespect you. I know you don't want to...do it with someone...like me.

Pick laughed to himself. Of course, he was aware that with the minutes the Omega released sexual pheromones from being stimulated. It was easy to turn him around and enter, but something inside him said he had to be patient.

He didn't want to run with Rome.

That wasn't fun. It was better that the boy wanted him as much as he wanted him, he wanted Rome to blindly trust him and his false words.

—Don't worry about that. Just let yourself go and let me delight in your essence. —Pick placed his hands on the other's legs and opened them, eagerly inhaling the aroma that the Omega gave off —I'm going to lick you here, okay?

Although he was hesitant, Rome nodded and looked up at the ceiling. The sensation of Pick's tongue combined with his pheromones made Rome feel even better in no time. The Emperor's hands ran hard over his skin, causing the servant to lose himself in the pleasure of being dominated.

He was embarrassed to know that Pick was licking his erection. He even felt guilty for having the Emperor of the kingdom pleasing him for something as small as his scent. Rome released many more pheromones to please him as well while he squeezed the sheets under his hands.

The servant was aware that Pick was also very hot. The Alpha's erection made its appearance between his thighs. It was seconds of tension in which he believed they would move on to something much more compromising, but he was wrong. His closed legs became the older man's method of self-pleasuring and with that touch, they both finished.

Covered by both essences, Rome remained lying down until he regulated his breathing. With the room silent, the Omega sat up blushing. His eyes and the Alpha's met in the sea of ​​pheromones and surprisingly, a laugh escaped from his lips. It was a long, drawn-out laugh, as if what they had just done was a very good joke.

——What are you laughing at? —Pick asked, wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes from so much laughter.

—I don't know —he said sincerely —I just feel very happy and pleased.

—Me too. I wasn't wrong about you. —Pick extended his hand and helped him up —Let's get cleaned up…

The marble floor was cold under his hot feet. The Emperor's bathroom looked more like a pool than a place to wash. Using it twice in one day was a dream Rome didn't want to wake up from.

—Shall we get in together? We can relax in the water.

—Will my presence not bother you? After all, I'm dirty…

—Dirty because of me —Pick mocked —Anyway, we're already naked, come with me.

The water was cool. Sitting next to each other, they dedicated themselves to enjoying each other's company in silence. Without agreeing, both released their pheromones. Doing the same without talking about it before surprised them and they laughed.

—We're synchronized —Pick commented mockingly —You really smell very good.

—You too, Your Majesty.

—Why hadn't I seen you until recently? Were you hiding from me? —The Omega shook his head —So? Why?

—As a servant I do a bit of everything in the palace. The only exception are the functions close to his highness, those are exclusive to his court and I could never aspire to be part of it.

—Why not?

—Do you really not know? —Rome's voice was unintentionally playful. He looked at the Alpha in fear, but he didn't seem to notice so he continued talking as if nothing had happened. —Because of my appearance. It's a sin to show something so unpleasant to His Majesty.

—From a distance you're ugly, but paying attention, you possess something... striking. —Rome laughed.

—Education is definitely not improvised. Thank you for being kind to me, but I'm aware that my scar is quite creepy...

—I admit it's not pretty but don't say it's creepy either —Pick laid his head on the edge —It could be worse, believe me.

Rome shook his head and imitated him. He relaxed so much that he fell asleep, his body slowly sliding through the water. The Alpha watched him in silence until his head practically began to sink.

With a smile, Pick carried him out of the large bathroom. Rome was obviously tired from working all day, but was able to wake up when his body touched the large bed.

—Excuse me, I didn't notice! —he answered standing up and getting dressed —Can I leave now?

—Of course —Pick said through clenched teeth —Remember not to tell anyone what we just did. —Rome nodded at his words and was about to leave when he heard his name again. —I will request your services again. Your pheromones are mine. Understood?

—Yes sir. I don't usually release them, don't worry. —Pick watched him leave and sighed. At least the whole room smelled like Rome.

That night he would sleep very comfortably.

.-.-.

The next day, Rome was assigned to part of the court that served the emperor. With the proximity, the exchange of smells became a regular occurrence. When they were alone, Pick asked him to release his sweet pheromones until he felt intoxicated. If someone came in, the elder would neutralize them with his own, which were much more dominant and scare away whoever dared to interrupt his pleasurable moment.

Sometimes, the servant asked his Master to release his as well. There was an undeniable chemical connection between them in which the other's pheromones caused a lot of pleasure. They didn't understand it, but they didn't care either. It was good to feel good, even in a non-sexual way.

In the meeting room, the officials looked at each other with doubt. The Emperor's attitude had them terrified. The highest authority of the kingdom was smiling. Even one of the nobles made a mistake and instead of cutting off his arm, he asked him to hand over the correct paper.

The fact that he was in a good mood was worse. It meant that whoever damaged his good mood was going to have a slow and painful death. Truly, everyone preferred to see him serious.

Oblivious to everything, Rome walked around the room handing out green tea. Pick apparently watched the papers in his hands, but the truth was that he couldn't stop seeing the Omega's waist swaying from side to side.

The emperor smiled to himself; soon he would smell that delicious smell again.

The meeting ended in less time than expected. Everyone looked pleased and happy that the day was flowing properly. The servants set about tidying up the place where the officials had been minutes ago. One of Pick's guards approached Rome and asked him to take some papers to his personal office.

The Omega knew what was coming next. With a flushed face, Rome crossed the door and closed it silently. Pick watched him with a smile and extended his hand to receive his order.

——Your Majesty... I have been asked to bring this...—he said in a nervous voice.

Pick nodded and pushed his chair back, freeing his legs. Rome looked at the Alpha's limbs and sat on them, knowing perfectly well what he would have to do.

The slave released his pheromones at the same time that the great Emperor's tongue ran along his neck. Rome moaned in response and allowed the man to lower his pants. Pick began to stimulate him, causing the concentration of the scent to increase each time.

They did that a lot lately. The Emperor liked to touch his body. The Alpha enjoyed provoking pleasure so that he would release much sweeter pheromones. As a bargaining chip, Rome also received the delight of the opposite scent.

The soldiers closest to the highest authority in the kingdom were already aware of this strange union. Pick himself told them and threatened that if anyone said anything, their heads and those of their entire families would roll all over the palace for the children to play with as if they were meatballs.

Of course, even though they knew about his encounters, they played dumb. It was curious to see a servant sitting on the floor next to the working Emperor; they could occasionally smell his pheromones slightly, but Pick's murderous gaze caused them to hold their breath so as not to feel them.

Still, they preferred to see the Alpha in a good mood. They had gone a week without deaths or mutilations. It was a record that everyone celebrated. An open secret that was celebrated by everyone in the palace.

Pick's attention to Rome did not go unnoticed by his wife, the Empress. She, of course, had sensed the light pheromones on her husband and thought they were from a new concubine. She went to the Queen Mother and asked, surprised by her negative answer.

The Emperor continued to frequent the concubines, but none were allowed to spread their pheromones on him. Lucia wanted to ask, but did not dare. Who would be so bold as to leave a small trace on the kingdom's highest ruler?

She had answers in the following days. The baby began to kick, so, in the joy, she went to her husband's office. With permission to enter, she crossed the door with a smile that died as soon as she smelled the smell again.

She turned her gaze to a sofa and was surprised to see a slave fast asleep.

——Did you want to tell me something? —Pick asked seriously.

—Yes…—she whispered confused —The crown prince has begun to kick…—The Alpha showed her a closed-lip smile and moved to her to place his hands on her small belly.

—Wow. It seems that he will be an important Alpha like his father —he said happily.

—That's right… Your Majesty…—She continued looking at Rome, not daring to ask.

Pick observed what caught his wife's attention and sighed dejectedly, he hoped that she would not cause any scene or he would have to cut her tongue.

—He is Rome. —he said hoarsely—My personal servant.

—How dare he sleep in your presence? —Lucia was frightened by his insolence. —It is disrespectful!

—Lower your voice, let him rest—Pick answered walking back to his desk. —I like the way he smells. I forced him to spread his pheromones for more than four hours until he fainted.

—Oh, is he the owner of the smell I have perceived on you some nights?

—Yes, but I only smell it, I have not slept with him.

—Of course, I do not doubt that His Majesty would be incapable of touching a slave—she explained, afraid of awakening fury for her misunderstanding—Should I supply him with drinks to raise his vital energy? It is not right for him to lose consciousness without fulfilling his obligations…

—What would I do without a wife as brilliant as My Empress? —The woman's smile widened. —I'll tell him to come visit you when he wakes up. I'll send you a gift tonight, you can go now.

After a long time, Lucia felt happy. She had not received a compliment from her husband for months. If Rome could make her and the Emperor become closer, she would put her hands in that strange union. The Queen Mother always told her that she should find a way to receive Pick's favor and with the slave, a world of possibilities opened before her eyes.

.-.-.

Rome's shame was so great that he could easily go through the ceiling. In front of him, there were the Empress Lucia and the Queen Mother. Two important people for the entire kingdom.

He never thought that when he woke up, Pick would tell him to go to the two women. They looked at him up and down in an inquisitive way, almost mocking his poor appearance.

—So, are you the Omega that releases calming pheromones for the Emperor? —Rome nodded in fear —What herbs are you consuming to avoid pregnancy?

The servant opened his eyes in surprise and disbelief. The older woman watched him with her arms crossed, waiting for his answer.

—My lady... the Emperor and I have never been intimate... — The old woman looked away at the empress who shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't believe him either. Rome added —His majesty said that I didn't... I didn't provoke those carnal desires in him...

—I don't believe you. —the older Omega sentenced —Take off your pants and show me the space between your legs. —Faced with Rome's doubt, the woman tightened her face in annoyance —You dare to disobey the Emperor's mother?

Rome shook his head in fear and quickly undressed. He turned around so that both women could clearly detail that Pick had not touched him in that way. The humiliation was so great that he wanted to cry, but he refused to do so in front of them.

—You can get dressed now —the Queen Mother commented— No wonder my son doesn't touch you. You have a pretty ugly body. —Rome lowered his face feeling that the tears really wanted to come out— You have no shape and not to mention that horrible scar. You are lucky to have good pheromones.

—Your duty is to serve the Emperor. Therefore, every day come here for a concoction that will give you energy. —The Empress told him with a smile ignoring the pain on the other's face— Don't even think about forgetting to take it.

—And if you get intimate with another slave, make sure to drink some herbal tea. We don't need rumors of a bastard who doesn't even have royal blood. —The older Omega walked up to him to intimidate— If you value your head, don't even think about getting pregnant. Understood?

With trembling hands, Rome received a cup from the Queen Mother's hands. The taste was familiar to his lips, it was a contraceptive tea. He thought they would give him something to make him produce more pheromones, but it seemed the Emperor's Mother had other plans.

Thanking heaven, Rome ran to his own chambers when he was let go. The anxiety that humiliation caused him was too much. He just wanted to lie down in his bed and be able to cry in peace.

In the south of the palace, all the servants and some of the Emperor's soldiers lived. There were shared and individual rooms. Normally everyone moved when death took several souls at a time and they were vacated. Rome was grateful that, thanks to the dead of the battle, he was able to get a solitary room.

Deep down, he suspected that Pick had interceded for him. Especially since with a single room, no one would notice when he left for the Alpha's chambers in the middle of the night.

Rome loved having space for himself and his thoughts. That's why, when he saw the door half open, it seemed strange to him. He entered and saw a familiar figure. His heart beat excitedly when the Beta turned to see him.

—My Omega… —the man whispered to him with open arms. The younger was quick to reciprocate his gesture with such force that both fell on the bed.

The passionate kisses filled the entire room and in a few minutes, moans accompanied their encounter. It didn't matter that the bed was tiny, it was perfect for him and his partner to join together in love.

—Din… When did you get back? I missed you a lot… —Rome commented, rubbing the other's chest when they finished being intimate.

—I just got back. We finally got the seeds that my Master wanted and look, I also brought you something. —The man separated it a little and took a small bag from a sack —I got the sweets from the north that you like so much.

Rome received them with tears in his eyes. That detail was expensive and difficult to get, almost half a month of his partner's salary.

—You shouldn't have... they cost a fortune...

—Your smile is worth more than money —Din answered, drawing him back to his side —How have you been? I've been told that you and several servants are working alongside the Emperor.

—Yes. He cut off the heads of several people and we were promoted. We haven't had any problems serving him... —Rome sighed remembering the awkward situation with the Queen Mother and the Empress. —The important thing is to do what he says, play along... you know...

—I still care about you. He's not a benevolent man, remember that he killed my ex-partner for tripping and spilling his food.

—Well... that ended up being very good for me —Rome said with a smile and Din laughed —You wouldn't have turned around to see if she was still alive.

—You're a fool —The man outlined his body delicately —The important thing is that we're together now. You're mine, Rome.

—Always yours… —the Omega whispered with a smile and kissed his partner again. —How long are you staying?

—Three days and then I'll leave for a month. Will you wait for me?

—Until we're old and our children get bored of our cheesiness…

It wasn't unusual for servants to have companions. It was a fact known to everyone, but equally, they had to be careful not to have romantic behaviors during work hours. And also, they were aware that their lives were always at risk. Whether it was by the Emperor or the people above them in position, their humanity did not belong to them.

That was why Rome loved Din. Despite having to answer to a high-ranking noble, he always found moments to please him and give him gifts. They had been dating for almost three years now. If everything continued well, in the future they would get married and even have children.

Din was saving money to buy the freedom of both of them. He was a very hard-working Beta. He traveled a lot and for that very reason he received many benefits. Rome missed him fervently every day. Din was his destined one.

With that thought, Pick's image came to his brain. What he was doing could reach his partner's ears and create a misunderstanding.

—My dear, I have something to tell you… —he said with fear —I'm working with the Emperor, but not only as his servant. He also asks me to produce relaxing pheromones… —Rome bit his tongue to not comment any further. He wanted to test the waters first before really explaining the nature of their encounters.

His boyfriend looked at him seriously and then smiled. Then, he gave him a soft kiss on the lips —I know. One of the royal guards told me about it when I came to pick you up. —Din took one of his hands and caressed it —At first I was very upset. I thought you were really cheating on me with him and I was waiting here to insult you, but when you arrived I still saw the same love as always. Even your lower part was still intact…

—Is that why you took so long to prepare me?

—Yes —Din agreed, crossing his fingers —It's obvious that you haven't had any action in these last few months —The Omega blushed —Of course, right now we can't say the same…

The Omega laughed and kissed his partner again. Lucky he had just drank the contraceptive tea. That night would be very busy.

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Rome's presence became a constant for the imperial guard and the servants close to the Emperor. Even the officials knew the ugly Omega whose only virtue was his sweet pheromones. In some tense meetings, Rome's presence was requested to calm the fury of the highest authority of the kingdom.

The omega would just sit on the floor like a dog and release his pheromones. Sometimes Pick would rub his head in approval until after hours of production, Rome would fall exhausted on his feet. It seemed like an easy task, but it was really exhausting.

Almost all the meetings stopped when he lost consciousness and other servants had to carry him out in their arms. Pick would give them one or another instruction and continue talking to the officials in a relaxed manner. No member of the court felt threatened by Rome, he did not interfere with anything. He was just a smelly ornament, just like an incense.

When Rome was not performing the functions of a fragrance with legs, he fulfilled his duties as a servant. He continued cleaning and helping the other slaves with the chores of the great palace. Sometimes, he was even assigned to accompany the Queen Mother on her outings. Those were the days he hated the most because even though he had already told the Old Lady that he was not intimate with the Emperor, she continued to insist that he should please him.

—Are you an Omega or not? —She scolded him.—You must serve the Alphas.

Rome remained silent angrily. The woman's ideas were very backward. The only function of any Omega was to serve his partner, he did not have to serve another man intimately.

—The concubines keep dying —she continued speaking as if the servant's silence bothered her —Yesterday another two died and the Empress cannot be intimate because of her pregnancy. Did you know that she had bleeding a few days ago? We must take care of the crown prince.

—Your highness… with all due respect… I am not a concubine or a courtier… — The younger was careful with his words — I do not have the basic knowledge to please a man like the Emperor…

—But you have the pheromones he likes. — Rome bit his lips to contain himself. — His bad temper and boundless fury seem to calm down with you. Maybe if you secrete them when you spread your legs, he can pursue pleasure instead of the blood of his bed partner.

The conversation died at that moment. There was no point in arguing with her and her stubbornness. The queen used to harass him with the same thing over and over again, but he simply did not dare to try anything. The Emperor was quite well known for killing his one-night lovers, not for nothing the families of the poor concubines received a life-long compensation for the heads of their daughters. He feared Pick.

He trusted the man and his word of not wanting to touch him, but that did not mean he let his guard down in his presence. Rome was aware that his head could easily be replaced, so even though it was exhausting, Rome took the Empress's potions to have energy and produce plenty of pheromones on a daily basis.

And there was also Din. Betraying him was unthinkable. Rome was true to himself and his principles; he could be a slave, but he would never stoop to selling his body.

While Rome rambled on about their relationship, Pick watched him silently from a distance. The Alpha had really made a huge effort to hold out for so long without making him his. He still didn't know why, but he was still absurdly considerate.

The presence of his friend Porsche told him that there was a problem. He knew his serious face too well to take it easy. The general came to his side and looked at the Omega.

—Looking at the prey? —He commented with a smile and Pick rolled his eyes —I have important information.

—Speak.

—They say you've become weak. —At his friend's speech, the Emperor turned in disbelief —The whole kingdom whispers that, because of an Omega and his sweetness, your character has changed. An ambush is being prepared from the kingdom of Odarude. Do you want me to send my soldiers to show them that they should not talk nonsense about His Majesty?

—Prepare the best warriors you have. Tomorrow we will interfere with his plan and conquer his lands. I will lead the procession. I want everyone to know at the end of the day that Araik has an Alpha who does not accept being spoken ill of.

—And what do we do with Rome? —The general's question caused Pick to look at the Omega again, who was now carefully brushing his mother's hair —Do you want me to lock him up? Or extinguish the life in his eyes? I can be quick so he doesn't feel pain.

—Maybe it's good to ignore him for a while. —The Alpha denied the plan to kill the object of his desires. —Tell the head of the servants to assign him more tasks than usual. I want him to be so busy that he doesn't have time to think about anything but my return. I want him to crave my presence so he can rest and give me his pheromones.

Porsche showed an uncomfortable smile as he looked at Rome in the distance. The poor Omega would never be able to escape the emperor's clutches.

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Two months passed since Emperor Pick and his men invaded the lands of Odarude. It was a bloody battle but the most feared Alpha of Araik emerged victorious.

The return was accompanied by the heads of his enemies stuck on their spears, a clear sign that no one should mess with him and his force. The entire kingdom bowed their heads as soon as his immense presence passed along with the royal entourage.

For the celebration of the triumph, the royal palace prepared a grand banquet. The Queen Mother and the Empress made sure that everything was in perfect condition to receive the most powerful Emperor in the entire nation; the most imposing room in the palace was resplendent with a luxurious decoration worthy only of the gods. High officials and some nobles occupied tables full of food and drinks for the festivity. Some also held gifts to reward the warriors and as icing on the cake, in the highest part of the room, a special table was placed for the Emperor, his family and some friends.

As soon as the men of battle entered, the public shouted with emotion. Their armor was still bathed in enemy blood, the pride of having defeated them resided in each of their bodies. Almost levitating above everyone, the Emperor sat in his chair decorated with gold and made a sign.

The music started the celebration. Words of congratulations came one after another, Pick looked happy while talking with Porsche and other officials. Everything was going on as normal, although in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered to look for him.

He wanted to see Rome. He wanted to smell his pheromones.

And as if God fulfilled his wishes, the Omega entered the room with a tray. Seeing him wearing a golden outfit stuck to his body, Pick unconsciously secreted dominant pheromones causing the people sitting next to him to twitch in fear. Silence and fear reigned at the table. No one knew what was happening, but they feared for their lives.

The Queen Mother was the only one who dared to break the silence after clearing her throat: —The Empress Lucia had the brilliant idea of ​​assigning Rome to serve this table. As soon as you want pheromones, you can ask him for them, son.

Pick didn't say anything. The words that doubted his strength because of Rome were still in his mind. He wanted to ignore it to show everyone who looked at him that he didn't have any weakness for the ugly Omega.

Oblivious to the Alpha's thoughts, the servant approached with several appetizers and a grimace of joy: — Welcome, Your Majesty. Congratulations on the victory, long live the most powerful Alpha in the entire nation.

Rome's smile disarmed him in a second. The idea of ​​ignoring him was so difficult that he barely managed to contain himself and just nod to the contrary words. The servant continued to serve the table, completely ignoring the contradictory attitude that was swirling inside Pick.

The conversations were superficial and empty; everyone tried to get the Alpha to improve his face, but the expression of irritability continued and continued. Even the dancers were scolded for being boring and stiff.

The banquet changed from being a celebration to a minefield. The Emperor was in a bad mood and that was the worst. It got to a point where none of the servants dared to offer him even alcohol. Only Rome seemed confident enough that his head wouldn't be cut off.

With every step, the Omega felt the Emperor's eyes scanning him. His nerves were increasing, Pick was also serious with him and hadn't asked for his pheromones. That was a bad sign. Carefully, he leaned down to pour him a drink. He hoped he wouldn't make any mistakes.

The Queen Mother looked at his eyes and mouthed the word “Pheromones” with her lips. Rome understood what she meant, but doubted whether the act would calm or enrage the Emperor further. Lucia also observed him and repeated the same action as her mother-in-law, perfectly outlining the word “Pheromones” with her lips.

Before he could release them, he heard Pick’s voice and froze.

—You have impeccable manners when serving… —he commented, taking one of the glasses from him. —Who taught you? Did you perhaps take classes to be a courtier?

Rome paused for a moment at the man’s hoarse tone of voice. Frankly, he was frightened, but he was able to contain his fear. Noticing the older man’s impatient gaze, he replied in a very low voice: —My mother taught me, your majesty. —The Omega exchanged a nostalgic look with the Alpha. —She was a concubine and then became a slave like me…

Pick didn't ask anything else. He drank the wine the Omega handed him and motioned for him to leave. Despite the sad memories of his mother, Rome kept his composure and continued to serve the other people.

The celebration continued, the alcohol seemed to have relaxed the tense shoulders of each participant. Except Pick. He was still upset, but now he was hiding it. The drinks that Rome and other servants brought managed to loosen the tongues of some of his closest men, so much so that he felt like he was getting to know them as they really were.

Joss, one of the generals, seemed to have become too confident. He made fun of the dancers and musicians. His general attitude damaged the atmosphere at the table. Porsche tried several times to get him to get up and leave, but the man insisted that it wasn't every day that a victory was celebrated with the strongest Alpha in the empire. Rome approached them again, this time to Joss to pour him more wine. The man looked at him clicking his tongue and spoke.

—Wow, what an ugly Omega.—He gave him a contemptuous look.—How disgusting, no wonder he covers his face.

Pick gave him a cold look to shut him up and was about to defend his servant when, out of nerves, Rome spilled one of the bottles of wine. The Omega instantly paled and looked for something to clean up the mess with.

Another servant approached and gave him a cloth to clean up. Rome bowed his head in apology to everyone present and set about fixing the damage.

—Clean up the unpleasant smell you give off too. —Joss said without hiding his contempt. —I don't understand why they took you out of the stables. Your place is next to the animal excrement.

Pick couldn't stand it any longer. Without saying a word, he unsheathed his sword and with a single movement, decapitated the man in front of everyone. Joss's head remained on the table, adorning the spilled wine with his blood. Absolute silence reigned.

No one dared to move.

—Why are you stopping? Let the celebration continue! — At his words, everyone pretended that a bloody act had not just occurred and continued with their activities. Pick looked pleased: —This bastard has finally shut up. Remove him.

With trembling hands, Rome grabbed Joss's still warm head and handed it to another servant. With the same cloth as before, he set about cleaning the blood from the tablecloth. The discomfort of feeling the Emperor's gaze fixed on him made him want to run.

—Doesn't it disgust you? —Pick asked, drawing his attention with a sarcastic smile.

—What, your highness? —Rome looked confused.

—Lifting the head of a decapitated man. —Rome denied, downplaying it. —Anyone would faint before even touching it.

—I'm used to it, Your Majesty. It's not the first time I've picked up the remains of someone who annoyed you... —The Alpha burst out laughing, surprising everyone.

His mood had completely improved thanks to the blood and Rome. Although he didn't want to show it, it was obvious that the boy's presence cheered him up.

The celebration was almost coming to an end. The best part of the night was still to come, the meeting of the warriors with the concubines. Thinking about them made Pick feel somewhat irritated, they were surely going to be trembling with fear because he killed Joss. He hated how they were disturbed by something as silly as blood.

None was as brave as Rome.

—What are you thinking about, son? It's strange to see you distracted in the middle of the party. —The Queen Mother, as observant as ever, noticed something in the Alpha's gaze.

—How many concubines did you prepare for me?

—Three women, two men. If you want more, I can prepare them quickly —Pick clicked his tongue and looked ahead.

The lack of enthusiasm was so evident that the Queen exchanged a glance with the Empress. Both needed to calm the man's anger to avoid more deaths within the palace.

—I can get you something much more interesting if you want, son. —At the sly voice of his mother, he raised one of his eyebrows —Someone with white and very clean skin. Even the servants have told me that he smells delicious and has gained more meat lately...

—Say what you want to say.

—Rome. —The woman looked him in the eyes —You are the Emperor. It is his duty to serve you in all aspects. —The old woman quickly nudged the Empress to support her idea.

—Your Majesty, I don't mind. —Her intervention was important to gain the Alpha's favor. —My pregnancy does not allow me to fulfill my duties as a wife. My duty is to satisfy you, but if I can't, the least I can do is help solve the problem. The slave seems like a good option to me. Mother and I can send him to be bathed and prepared for you.

—Do you really want me to take a slave? —Although Pick was serious on the outside, he was smiling on the inside. His plan to wait was bearing fruit. All that was left was to convince Rome. —And what if he doesn't want to?

—He can't refuse. —His mother was firm. —He is not allowed to resist your greatness, your highness. Your orders are law.

—We will fix it —the empress added. —He will be more than willing to serve you. Trust us.

Satisfied with the agreement, Pick stood up and said goodbye to everyone present.

He would finally possess him.

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Unaware of the plan that was taking shape against him, Rome continued to serve the participants of the great party. He felt physically exhausted, but at least the night was coming to an end.

—Rome, the Empress Lucia requests you in her chambers —Those words disconcerted him. He did not understand the reason why Pick's wife wanted him so late at night. That could be misunderstood if it reached envious and hostile ears.

He hesitated to attend the summons, but he had no choice. One of the guards grabbed him roughly by the arm and dragged him through the halls of the palace. Before reaching the Empress's private chamber, a group of servants were waiting for him.

Rome looked at them with confusion and tried to ask what was happening. Still, they did not answer his questions or speak to him. Each person limited themselves to holding one of his limbs and taking him to the bathroom.

Inside the place, they tore off his clothes despite his confusion and bathed him like never before in his life. It was so uncomfortable that Rome tried to refuse and obstruct his companions' task.

—It's the Queen Mother's orders—a Beta muttered and Rome stopped fighting. He allowed them to trim his nails and perfume every part of his body. Even his hair was combed back with oil and makeup was applied around his eyes. He didn't understand why they were doing this to him.

They dressed him in two robes, one transparent and one thicker in navy blue. Rome pressed the fabric against his body in fear. He asked for underwear, but was ignored. The thought of what they would ask of him made him nervous.

Was some noble interested in him? Did the Queen Mother sell him to some unknown man? It was impossible to walk without trembling. When he finally arrived at Empress Lucia's chambers, she was waiting for him with her mother-in-law.

—Wow, you look different when you're clean —The older Omega commented with a smile.

—Queen Mother, what's going on? Why have they fixed me up like this?

—Rome, do you know the arts of love? —The question that ignored his doubts caused a blush —Answer me. Have you shared a bed with a man?

—Yes... with my partner... —His voice broke as he remembered Din.

—Do you have a partner? —Rome nodded with tears in his eyes —Forget about him. Today you must please someone much more important.

The empress dried the drops that had slipped down her cheeks with a handkerchief while the older Omega approached with a concoction that Rome assumed was the contraceptive.

He was wrong.

That drink was an aphrodisiac specially prepared to stun his senses.

A heat spread throughout his body after drinking from the bowl. His shoulders became lighter and his mind seemed to be somewhat slow. It was strange, but Rome let himself be guided without putting up any resistance.

The fear and nerves were still there, making him anxious to know who the nobleman he would have to attend to would be, but without the willpower to resist. He recognized the path in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling, it was the Emperor's chambers.

Standing in the finely decorated room, Pick was waiting for him with bedclothes. The Alpha looked him up and down, smiling at the sight of him trembling and submissive.

—Rome? —he asked, feigning confusion —Is that you?

Dizzy, the Omega took two steps towards him and hugged him.

—Your Majesty... the Queen... the Queen Mother told me that I would have to attend to someone important —he said on the opposite chest —I was so scared...

—Are you happy that it's me? —The Omega nodded, rubbing his opposite pectorals without restraint —Do you want to do it with me? —Rome pulled away with his cheeks flushed.

—Are you going to take me? Me? A nasty Omega?

—You're not nasty to me —Pick answered in a low voice as he released his pheromones and kissed the opposite neck —You know I'm not disgusted by you and I love your pheromones... Why don't you release them too?

Panting at the Alpha's touch, Rome followed his orders. The union between both chemical particles produced an atmosphere in the room that anyone would describe as spicy. The Omega let himself be led to the bed amidst the confusion of the caresses on his neck. Pick smiled at his lack of rejection.

The Emperor put one of his hands under the Omega's sensual clothing, getting excited to feel that thanks to his pheromones he was already quite wet and ready to receive it.

—I'm going to touch you like always, I won't move forward until you ask me to... —Pick said erotically on Rome's ear who tensed up at the feeling.

His clothes were opened, leaving his throbbing body exposed. Rome looked down and was embarrassed to see his own excitement. It was normal for him to react to the Emperor's pheromones, but it was the first time he desperately craved his touch.

—Your... Your Majesty... please... —He begged for contact, lost in the itch that ran through his body. Pick ran his tongue from the servant's collarbone to his cheek, drooling all the way.

The Omega loved the contact and wanted more. Without holding back, he pulled the Emperor's jaw with his own hands and brought him closer to his face. Pick was surprised to feel Rome's lips on his, moving with skill and passion. The servant's tongue slipped into his mouth, passing saliva with sweet pheromones that drove him crazy.

He was trying to hold back, but the sensuality that Rome radiated was too much. He tore off his clothes completely and dedicated himself to tasting his body. Pick was used to dominating his encounters, but the Omega, unlike his usual companions, did not limit himself to staying still. The servant's tongue licked his neck after each kiss, also causing greater excitement.

He lowered his hand to Rome's wetness and received a kiss filled with hunger and desperation.

—Give me... give it to me... — the Omega's moans were driving him crazy. —Take me…take me…

Still, he didn't do it. He dedicated himself to playing with his patience and his pleasure. Pick took his time to tempt him with his fingers until he was close and then stopped to cause him a delicious torture. Rome released more and more pheromones to convince him, but The Emperor resisted. In the end, fed up with the lack of contact, the Omega couldn't stand it. He pushed the older man against the bed and climbed on top of his intimacy.

—Alpha, don't play with me or you'll regret it —Rome's hoarse voice surprised Pick who barely had time to hold him by the hips before their bodies joined.

They both moaned the moment their skin touched. Absurdly, Rome had an orgasm immediately. Pick thought he would be embarrassed, but the Omega showed him a smile and collected his own semen with his fingers.

—You don't think we're done, do you? —Rome bent down, still without taking it out of his interior, and kissed him —We just started Alpha, you better take several of those out of me.

The lack of shame excited the Emperor like no one had done before. With force, Pick pushed him onto the bed and turned him over on his knees. From behind, Rome practically felt the Alpha's thrusts to his soul. The Omega's pleasurable cries increased with each second of contact, causing more and more pleasure in both.

The night became a vicious circle in which the two seemed like two addicts to the other's smell, each time releasing more pheromones, finishing again and again, craving more pleasure that could only be achieved by joining their skins.

Rome never thought he would feel so much. In fact, Pick did something that not even Din had done... The Emperor kissed his scar. A subtle way of showing that it really didn't disgust him.

The Omega felt confused by the action, but he didn't stop at the thought. The pheromones crossed his brain again, clouding all his sanity.

—You're mine. —Pick murmured in a low and dangerous tone, close to his ear while he continued to move inside him. —You're mine, Omega.

—Alpha…—Rome whimpered completely gone. —I'm yours, but you're mine too…

—You're…you're crazy —The older man answered, laughing without denying, the sea of ​​pleasure and happiness also clouded his mind.

The encounter lasted for hours. Pick was hard and demanding with him, but Rome never complained, instead he enjoyed it and even begged him for more. There was no tenderness of any kind, the Alpha dedicated himself to dominating the whole night to show him possession.

At some point, the intensity finally diminished and both lost consciousness between the sheets. The sun was high when Rome woke up heavily. Every inch of his body hurt, but at the same time he felt light and relaxed. Memories of the previous night came rushing back to his mind, his own shameless behavior shocking him. He never thought the Emperor's pheromones would have such an effect on him. No one but Din had ever seen that intimate side of him.

He felt warmth beside him, finding himself against Pick's back who was apparently sleeping. He thought it was better to get away before he woke up and had to face his actions.

Despite the pain, he managed to sit up very slowly and looked at the blue robe on the floor. His cheeks reddened at the sight of it torn by the Alpha's force, but he shook his head to not think about it. He carefully bent down to take it and get dressed without making the slightest noise. He was so focused on the task that he didn't feel the movement of the bed behind him.

—Where do you think you're going? —Pick asked in a serious tone, causing Rome to freeze in his position —Were you going to leave without saying good morning to me?

—Your... Your majesty... Good morning... —The Omega felt desperate to get away from the Alpha as soon as possible.

—Answer me. Where do you think you're going? —Rome saw him walking towards him with a bad face. There was an implicit warning in the older man's tone; he had to be careful with his words.

—I was thinking of going to... my place, sir... —His voice trembled under the sharp gaze of his opponent —I was about to go to my room to clean up... Your Majesty...

—And who gave you permission? Do you think you can share a bed with me and abandon me as if I were a prostitute?

—No, my lord! I didn't mean to offend you! —The younger one became upset at the thought of being misunderstood and threw himself at his feet to show a bow. —I just thought it would be awkward to see me in the morning! Excuse me!

—I don't want to hear nonsense again about "you're going to leave" without my permission. Understood?

Rome nodded tremblingly without looking up. The Alpha slowly approached him, demonstrating his authority and control to move and intimidate him. Pick's presence and Dominant pheromones covered him, but instead of pleasure, fear was the emotion that ran through his body.

The young Omega thought that what happened the night before would be something that would not happen again; his mind told him that it was a one-time thing due to the lack of a concubine that the Emperor liked. He quickly realized his mistake.

After cleaning up and eating, the Emperor took him again. It was not as wild as the night before, but it was enough to show who was in charge in their relationship.

And so it continued for the next five days. Rome was exhausted and wanted to leave, but every time he asked, he received a look of rage. If Pick left, two guards guarded him so that he would not try anything. All he could do was lie down and try to recover from the exhausting sexual routine.

A touch on his forehead woke him from his sweet sleep. Empress Lucia placed her delicate hand on his forehead, looking at him with concern.

—Call the imperial doctor. —She notified a guard. —Tell him that he has a fever.

—My lady… —Rome hurriedly knelt down and bowed to her. —Forgive me, your highness, I do not intend to abuse the task that has been assigned to me…

Rome felt ashamed that the woman saw him in bedclothes precisely in the Emperor's chambers. It was practically a meeting between the wife and the lover. The worst nightmare of his pride.

—Get up and lie down on the bed. —She grabbed his arm with a smile and guided him back to the bed. —You are doing well. Do not worry.

—Your highness, forgive me. I will retire to my chambers, if you can…

—No —he was abruptly interrupted —The Emperor is in a good mood, do not dare to anger him. My husband has given me several gifts for having prepared you for him. As your Empress, I forbid you to go out without his permission. Don't make me send you to prison for disobeying me. I came just to tell you that, keep pleasing my husband.

The Omega couldn't believe what the woman was saying. Not even in his wildest dreams did he think that she would support his "services" to the emperor.

—Don't look at me like that —Lucia covered the other body with the sheet up to the neck so as not to see the marks of passion —I need to win His Majesty's favor. I'm not exactly happy with this, but I've been waiting for him to show me love for a long time. He has asked about the baby, he has given me jewelry and clothes because he is so happy. Don't you dare harm my happiness or I promise I will make your life impossible.

Confusion and uncertainty ran through Rome's body. He didn't object or say anything else. He remained silent when the royal doctor arrived and gave him some medicine that made him sleepy. He slept soundly until a pleasant smell brought him back to his senses.

—You can keep sleeping. —Pick whispered, giving him a kiss on the lips. —I released some pheromones to relax you, you seemed to be having a nightmare.

—Thank you, Your Highness. —he said, squeezing the sheet that covered him. —Do you want me to do the same?

Pick nodded with a smile and breathed deeply into his neck. Rome knew it, another passionate session was coming between them and rather than being scared, his body became excited.

.-.-.

Rome remained captive in the Emperor's room for twelve days. Freedom felt incredibly sweet. He looked up at the sky and was glad he had asked that morning if he could go out.

He needed space.

So much confinement was driving him crazy. The breeze that brushed his body was as pleasurable as the countless orgasms the Emperor gave him. That thought made him open his eyes and shake his head.

—A bad memory? —He recognized the voice immediately.

—Din… When did you come back?

—Is it true? —His companion's voice sounded hurt, full of pain and rage —I've been waiting for days for you to leave the Emperor's chambers. Is it true that you spent all this time warming his sheets?

At the truth of the Beta's words, Rome lowered his gaze in shame and nodded.

—The whole palace is talking about it. —Din was enraged —How dare you do this to us? I thought you loved me…

—I love you! —Rome screamed guiltily —You know I love you!

—You love me, but you appear in front of me covered in someone else's marks. If I wasn't a Beta, I'm sure I'd smell him on you. Don't you feel ashamed Rome? Everyone knows what you did…

—Do I even have a choice? —Tears formed in the Omega's eyes —If he asks me to open my legs, can I refuse? Don't you know the position we're in? Don't be unfair to me!

—So I should jump on one foot in happiness seeing my partner give himself to someone else?

—You should console me for having to give myself to someone else! —Din froze at his words —Do you have any idea how hard it was to be subdued by an Alpha? Do I have to remind you that an Alpha was the one who gave me this scar? If I didn't accept the emperor you wouldn't be seeing these marks but my head rolling around the garden!

The little Omega covered his face in pain, he couldn't help the tears that fell uncontrollably. The hiccups were so loud that he couldn't even speak. He felt guilty, but at the same time he knew it wasn't his sin.

Seeing him so affected, Din sighed, drawing him to his chest to comfort him. Rome hugged him and his crying got worse, so much so that some people watched them and the Beta felt uncomfortable. Quickly, he took Rome to his room so they could have privacy.

—I didn't want to... I had no choice...—the Omega moaned haltingly through his tears. —From the next day I wanted to leave, but he didn't let me... all the time I was afraid he would hurt me... all the time I thought about you and how hurt you would be... all the time I...

—Forget it. —Din sentenced. —Let's forget this happened. Forgive me for being an idiot, I know you're not to blame for anything. We're under his orders after all.

Rome continued crying for almost an hour, letting out the frustration and anxiety he held back during the days of uncertainty with Pick. When he finally calmed down, Din had also cooled his anger.

—What are you going to do now?

—I don't know if he'll call me again —The resignation was evident —I'll try to refuse, but...I can't assure you anything.

—Do what you have to do to survive. I'll be waiting here to comfort you in the mornings, afternoons or nights. Is that okay, my love?

—You won't travel anymore? —Rome looked at him longingly.

—For a while I'll stay in the palace. My Master will stay in the village for two months so he brought me back here.

The omega smiled and kissed him.

Finally some good news.

.-.-.

The emperor didn't call him in the next few days. In fact, he was assigned tasks as usual. Sometimes he heard the whispers that spoke of him, but he preferred to ignore them. He never confirmed or denied rumors, he didn't have to give explanations to those people.

Only his partner was worthy of all the information.

Immersed in his thoughts, Rome was polishing a silver statue. Oblivious to any disturbance, the Omega was completely unaware that someone was staring at him shamelessly.

—Rome — At that voice, he jumped in place, watering the bucket he was cleaning with. —Wow, you didn't have to get so nervous.

—Your… Your Majesty… —he answered blushing, avoiding the other's eyes —A thousand apologies, I'll clean that up immediately…

—No. —Pick turned around —Have someone else do it, come with me.

Rome watched another servant take his place. Just as he told Din, refusing was not an option. With shame, he entered the emperor's office.

—Release your pheromones, I need to relax —the man said and he complied with the order. For almost an hour, Rome acted as human incense.

Releasing his characteristic scent.

—Are you tired? —Pick asked with a smile to which the Omega nodded —There is another way to relax. You know what it is, right?

Rome's breathing became agitated as he felt Pick's dominant pheromones reach his body. It was impossible to control the trembling that hit every cell that made up his skin. The Alpha unbuttoned his pants and forced him to lie down on the desk.

Despite the discomfort, Pick's tongue drove him crazy and the pheromones quickly clouded his senses. Lying in the Major's office, Rome couldn't believe that the Emperor's mouth was so skilled. He bit his own wrist to avoid moaning and everyone finding out about his submission.

—Rome... Do you want me to put it in? —Pick asked, stimulating his insides with his fingers —I promise I'll be gentle.

—Yes... please... —He panted, lost in the other's pheromones.

—I will, but release what I like. —Rome lost himself in the chemical sensation of both. That afternoon, he gave himself to the Emperor again.

Pick was immensely happy.

He could take Rome wherever he wanted and whenever he wanted. He didn't care if people knew he was taking him to make him his, he was the highest authority after all. The fun of driving the Omega crazy meant that good humor was always on his side.

Above all, because he began to notice that the foolish servant was trying to avoid him. Rome had begun to hide and try not to be found. The omega ignored that this game only provoked the Alpha more. There is nothing better than tasting the prey after hunting it. His office, the carriage, even the gardens were already witnesses of their power struggle.

—Your majesty. —The unexpected visitor of his mother arrived one afternoon at his office —I would like to exchange a few words with you.

—Mother, what is it that disturbs you? I thought I had eradicated all your problems by killing my father.

—That's right, but I come for a different subject. —With elegance, the woman sat very close. Her body language indicated that the conversation they would have should be practically a secret. —It's about that Omega.

—What's going on with him? —It was evident that the Alpha activated his defensive mode due to the mention of Rome.

—There are rumors that you are very aware of him. I know I’m crossing the line, but as Queen Mother, it’s my duty to advise you. It would be nice if you didn’t show so much… interest. You’re the Emperor.

—I know who I am. You don’t have to come reminding me of my place.

—And he’s clear about his place? Does this Omega know he’s a nobody? How are you sure he hasn’t gotten the illusion that he has an important position in your life? The slaves are daring. You give them your hand and they take your arm, remember that, son. —Pick scrunched up his face.

Maybe she was right.

Chapter Text

The Queen Mother's visit reminded the Alpha that he couldn't let his guard down. If he wanted to be respected, he needed everyone to be afraid of him.

Of course, giving in to Rome and his whims would never do it.

Thinking about it, he had already been very gentle with the Omega. He even asked for his permission when it came to sex instead of just taking it. His mother was right, he had to put Rome in his place.

The next day, in the great meeting room, Pick and other nobles shared a small meeting to discuss the kingdom's crops. The Emperor's gaze was cold and calculating, almost waiting for any mistake to see blood.

The officials trembled with fear, especially since not even Rome with his pheromones seemed to calm him down. The Omega served tea to those present, but the distance that existed between them that day was noticeable from miles away.

The servant walked around the room again and again with his gaze lowered. Even he was stunned by the sudden change in the Emperor. Pick had already yelled at him several times in front of everyone, embarrassing and humiliating him. It practically seemed like he was about to kill him for being incompetent.

Rome continued with his work until the meeting ended and everyone dispersed. Pick remained on his throne, looking around the room in disgust. He hated serving these men with double standards. The nobles were nothing more than self-interested people waiting for him to fall.

Irritated, he noticed that Rome was still picking up some forgotten things. To him, the glances the servant gave him every time he scolded him did not go unnoticed; his eyes seemed to say to have compassion and even special treatment. His mother was right.

Rome thought he was special.

It was time to put him in his place; in a thick voice Pick called out to him. The little Omega immediately approached, holding a tray with several cups of tea.

—Your Majesty, here is your hot drink. —Rome whispered with a smile —I myself…

Pick interrupted him, throwing the tray away.

—Are you an idiot!? —he insulted him —When did I ask you for something? I'm just calling you! —Rome lowered his head submissively to wait for his punishment. Pick grabbed his sword and held it up to the opposite chin to make him look into his eyes. —Do you realize what you are?

—Excuse me?

—Do you realize what you are? —He asked again, sticking the edge of the sword to the other's neck.

—Your Majesty…I am your servant…

—More than that…you are my slave —The elder wanted to make his position clear. His wish was to break any hope or fantasy in Rome —You are nothing more than a possession to me. Something to use and throw away. Do you understand? I could kill you here and now, you are nobody.

The Omega felt hurt by the way they referred to him, but nodded, holding back the tears in his eyes. He knew very well who he was, he didn't need to be reminded. His pride told him not to lower himself and cry in front of Pick.

Seeing that the servant continued with his chin high, as if challenging him, the Alpha continued with his speech: —Don't think for a second that I care about you. Is that clear to you? You are mine, and you will do what I say. You are nothing but an ugly slave. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?

Rome could bear many things, but his appearance was something that hurt him. Unable to bear it any longer, his tears finally fell, causing Pick to stop. The Alpha should feel happy and blissful, but instead, seeing Rome devastated destroyed him.

Why was he always weak in front of him? What the hell had he done to him?

—You're nothing more than a diversion for me. I hope you don't mistake my interest for something good or special —Rome continued crying without moving. The feeling of guilt and discomfort invaded Pick, so he preferred to throw him out —Now go to work. Make what I pay you worth it or I'll send you out to the street.

With his face practically on the ground, Rome nodded and left in silence. It was the first time he had been humiliated in such a cruel way. His self-esteem was not fragile, in the palace he could not allow himself to be weak, but, even so, Pick telling him that had hurt him more than he expected.

Thinking that he had to continue working in the palace disgusted him. The idea of ​​even sharing the bed with the Alpha again was unpleasant and it made him angry to have to please him. Why should he lower himself to his rude presence? Rome had resolved that afternoon that the next time he called him, his performance would be terrible and unpleasant.

But Pick did not call him again.

He had never before been aware of the special treatment the Alpha really had with him. He had never thought that under the Emperor's command his life was much easier and calmer. The days were even more fun and faster. The meals were funny, even his body felt rested from working less and constantly bathing in pheromones.

And the way he spoke to him. Walking carefully to make mistakes was something he had forgotten; fearing death and punishments was no longer part of his present. Rome missed the happy days when his pheromones gave him privileges within the palace.

But it was not just Rome. The entire kingdom was petrified with fear. As if it were a lie or gossip, it seemed false that there had ever been an Omega to calm the Emperor's fury that only escalated with each passing day. Irritability and lack of patience had already claimed two fatal victims.

Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere inside the palace, the Queen Mother urgently called Rome. He did not want to attend because he knew very well what they were going to ask him, so he wandered around the palace, hiding as if he were a mouse. In the end, one of his companions revealed his hiding place and he was escorted to the Omega's chambers.

—Rome... —she said in an authoritative tone —Tonight you must prepare to please the Emperor. He has had difficult days and needs your good performance.

Embarrassed by the directness of the woman's speech, Rome clenched his fists and avoided looking at the concubines accompanying the lady. He could not believe how she could talk to him about that in front of other people, he felt uncomfortable and annoyed.

—My Lady…—Rome swallowed and gathered his courage to speak —With all due respect…I do not wish to do so…it makes me a little uncomfortable and…

The crash of a glass breaking against the floor silenced him immediately. The older Omega walked in a threatening manner and pushed him angrily.

—What makes you think you have the right to disobey me? —The fury on her features frightened Rome. —Who do you think you are to reject the Emperor? Have you forgotten your place? You are a slave, do not think you are better just because you have warmed my son's bed.

—My Lady…calm down please…I…

—You are an ugly and low-class Omega —The woman threw dominant pheromones at him while continuing to shake him contemptuously —You are nothing, just a simple servant.

Rome lowered his head, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. With each word he felt smaller. He knew he wasn't free, but deep down, he felt strong and brave enough to have a say.

—My lady, I…

—Shut up! How can you even think you can decide anything in this palace? —The woman took his shoulders forcing him to look at her —You are property and your role is to serve. If the Emperor says you stand on your lashes, then you stand on your lashes!

Hurt, Rome fell to his knees and covered his face. The weight of the queen's words was too much to stand on.

—Take him to bathe and fix the mess that is his face. —The women approached Rome and escorted him out.

The Omega continued crying while the maids tried to calm him down, but he couldn't compose himself. He felt unable to fulfill the Alpha's duty in that state. The women looked at each other and nodded. When he was dressed, one of them began to comb his hair.

—You will do well, don't be afraid Rome. —The long hair was arranged elegantly in a braid —I know Mother can be harsh, but don't take her words personally.

—Why don't you talk to His Majesty so that you can be part of the concubinage like us? You could live peacefully…

—Don't take it the wrong way…—He interrupted the woman —But I don't see myself that way. I want to work as a servant for the next few years and buy my freedom. My greatest wish is to be free and get out of here.

—Relax, you don't offend us. —The concubine smiled at him. —It's okay that you have dreams and goals. I admire you very much, Rome.

A Beta approached them, stopping their conversation and handed him a special drink. The liquid was dark and thick, so much so that it didn't give him a good feeling. He hesitated to drink it.

—What is that? Contraceptive? —She nodded. —I already drank it this morning...

—The Queen Mother wants you to take a double portion, to avoid accidents as much as possible...

—But it looks strange...

—I added something to help with the nerves —With the woman's sweet tone of voice, Rome nodded confidently and drank it.

He was unaware that, to avoid another refusal, the Queen Mother had ordered the women to give him a mixture of herbs that would reduce any resistance that existed in his body. In less than five minutes, Rome was stunned and docile to everything they said to him.

—I feel bad for him…—One of them whispered, applying makeup to highlight the man's features. —Rome is a good boy…

—If you want to keep your life, never contradict the Queen Mother…

Rome's mind was a confused haze. Someone was leading him by the arm and his body seemed to move by inertia. Each limb weighed more than usual and his tongue refused to follow his instructions.

In Pick's chambers, Rome was placed on the bed face up. The robe he was wearing was intentionally opened to reveal his body in a sensual way. He couldn't even move his arms to cover himself.

—Release pheromones —The eldest of the concubines ordered him and he did it without even reasoning the reasons. —When His Majesty comes, do it again and relax, okay?

The Emperor suddenly entered, surprised to find his concubines next to Rome and his delicious pheromones.

—What do you think you are doing? Did I call you?

—The Queen Mother asked us to bring him —Answered a girl trembling —Enjoy your night Majesty, Rome will please you. With permission.

The Alpha observed the servant arranged suggestively on the sheets. Since he knew Rome he knew that he was shameless inside the room, but in front of people shyness always prevented him from showing his body and face. Why then did he allow his skin to be exposed in that way?

—Stop right there. —He said stopping them when he saw that something strange was happening. He went towards the Omega and became enraged when he saw him submissive and with wide eyes. He pulled the fabric of his clothing so that no one could see him. He was throwing fire. He grabbed his sword and pointed at the concubines who immediately fell to the ground in fear.

—Who had the audacity to drug him?

—The Queen Mother ordered us to…

—Do you think I'm so weak that I need you to do that for him to obey me? This is an insult to me!

By order of the Alpha, all the concubines and even his mother were escorted to the palace prison. For a week, they would be punished for having attacked him and also Rome who was his property. With cries begging for forgiveness echoing in the palace, Pick closed the door to his room and turned his gaze towards the object of his desires. The Omega watched him with a confused and wet look; his body felt cold, vulnerable and abandoned.

He urgently needed the Alpha's contact, he craved the soft touch of his skin and his pheromones. Without holding back, Rome called him desperately.

—Your Majesty…—he whimpered, dirtying his face. —Alpha…Alpha…

—Don't cry —Pick commented, lying down beside him and drawing him to his chest —I understand that you can't move and you feel uncomfortable, but you can rest easy. I won't do anything to you. I don't want to touch you anymore. —More than feeling relieved, those words produced a strange effect on Rome.

—I need…I need it…—He whispered embarrassed. —I want it… —He demanded the touch, but only received the older man's calming pheromones.

—With me you are safe…

—You won't…won't touch me anymore? My…My body…

—Don't worry, I don't need you right now. —he told him with a smile —I'll only take your pheromones from now on.

And he kept his word.

From that moment on, he only used him as an air freshener for his spaces. He no longer spoke to him or invited him to eat in his office. They didn't even have sex or exchange pheromones.

Rome missed the Emperor's touch.

He felt physically and emotionally exhausted, the habit of their chemical exchange was taking its toll on him. He felt foolish for thinking about the Alpha who reminded him over and over again that he was just an object of smell. An Omega to be humiliated and discarded. He needed to talk to someone to unload the confusion that was roaming around his body.

He decided to go to the kitchen and talk to the only friend he had left in the palace. Rome trusted Emma, ​​an Omega who, like him, was part of the servants. They met two years ago and were still friends.

She saw him enter and greeted him, but she didn't like his face. Apologizing to her companions, she took Rome by the arm and led him to her room.

—What's wrong? Are you sad? You look sad —The desperation in his voice was palpable—Talk to me Roró, who hurt you? Who do I have to bury?

—Until when are you going to call me that? —The Omega sat on the bed while playing with his hands—I want to tell you something, but I'm embarrassed…

—I cleaned your body after your anniversary with Din last year; the embarrassment stayed in the first month we met—she answered with a smile—Tell me, what bothers you?

—It's about…The Emperor…—Rome's cheeks lit up a bright red—He and I…well…we do some things…

—The thing with your pheromones? Everyone knows it, don't be ashamed of it. It can improve your life to know that he won't kill you…

—No…not only that…—he continued avoiding her eyes—His majesty and I…we…we've been intimate…

The woman wasn't surprised. Like other servants, the rumor had already reached her ears, but she was waiting for her friend to confirm it.

—I see, what's the problem? —She sat down next to him —Do you feel bad for Din? —He nodded —Don't think that way, Roró. You know that we can't refuse an order from His Majesty. If Din can't understand that then he better go away.

—It's not that, he knows it and understands it. —Rome shook his head, downplaying the issue —I'm the problem...I feel weird...it's like I no longer have control over myself and what I feel. I don't think I'm in love with him, but I like his pheromones and I miss them... —Emma nodded slowly, understanding her friend's internal conflict.

—You're an Omega and he's an Alpha. It's normal that you feel good because your pheromones are compatible. You shouldn't overthink the situation. Just dedicate yourself to enjoying when you get together. After all, you have needs and Din travels a lot…

—Why do I feel like you still hate Din? —Rome frowned at her friend —It was only once…

—Once is enough for me, he could easily cheat on you again at any time…

—Enough. —Rome interrupted her —We trust each other and we tell each other everything. It was a slip and frankly I couldn't claim anything from him when I'm sharing the bed with His Majesty.

—You don't have a choice, he did.

—I'm not going to keep talking about this. —She sighed and hugged him. More important than fighting, the Omega wanted to convey to Rome the assurance that everything would be fine.

.-.-.

Emma was right.

With Din at his side, he realized that he didn't crave love from Pick. In fact, with his boyfriend it was enough. The only thing he clearly needed were the pheromones that only an Alpha could give him and that wasn't bad.

It was all physiological.

The best thing was to stop thinking about it and concentrate on work. He had enough to worry about with the absurd amount of tasks that were being assigned to him. The Omega suspected that envy was awakening in some slaves and, consequently, they were making things more difficult for him and not helping him on purpose.

—Now that you have His Majesty's favor, I suppose you expect us to revere you —The one who spoke to him was another servant named Bruno —Although I think he's already bored of you.

—I really don't wish to argue with you, just do your job and leave me alone. —Trying to keep the peace, Rome responded calmly and continued with his chores.

—Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? —Bruno cornered him —Do you think you're better than us because His Majesty gives you gifts? While we mix with filth, you mix in the Emperor's sheets!

Full of fury, Rome punched Bruno in the face and threw him to the ground. The Omega was not weak, he could be considered fragile because of his appearance, but he really wasn't and he wasn't going to allow himself to be humiliated.

—Leave me alone or I'm really going to use my closeness to The Emperor to cut your head off —he said in a voice loud enough for everyone around him to hear —Does it hurt you that I'm the one in his sheets instead of you? Your envy feeds my ego.

—Do you think he's going to protect you forever? He's going to leave you and you're going to be alone.

—You know Bruno? Even if he leaves me, he's not going to turn to look at you —Rome's smile infuriated the slave —You're right, I have many gifts. I can sell them and buy my freedom when he gets bored of me, but... what about you? You're going to die without receiving a single glance from him.

—What's going on here? —The head chef came in angrily —What are you playing at? Don't you see that we have an event today?

Rome separated from Bruno without stopping smiling. Despite being strong, Emma could see that he was shaking and chased him.

—Roró, are you okay? —she asked hugging him —Don't pay attention to him, he's jealous.

—Emma, ​​let's ignore what just happened and focus on work. — He knew that hatred and envy surrounded him, but he didn't think that anyone would be able to face him.

If only they knew that he was really losing Pick's favor, they would surely have beaten him up. He inhaled and exhaled several times trying to calm himself down so as not to shed tears, the best thing really was to continue with his life without thinking about the future.

That night, a banquet was being held in the royal palace and he practically couldn't feel his legs anymore from walking around the hall. Many nobles were dancing in the center, making moving around a very careful task to avoid damage.

Rome wore an elegant but simple suit. Unlike the other servants, since he attended to important guests, his attire had stones and decorations that matched those in the hall, making him feel even heavier.

—Your cup, my lord… —He handed the last cup on his tray to a man named Baimon, a well-positioned noble in the court of Emperor Pick but who had a reputation for being ill-tempered and unscrupulous when it came to overstepping with some women. In fact, that was the reason he had been assigned to serve him.

—Thank you —The man answered, holding his hand instead of the glass —What kind of wine is it?

—It's blue grape from the southern mountains, my lord —The Omega tried to withdraw his hand, but the man didn't seem willing to let him go so easily —Is... is there a problem?

Baimon looked him up and down shamelessly while caressing his hand with his thumb. He felt disgust and wanted to hit him, but he had to keep his composure.

—What's your name? —The noble's voice was low and thick. Without concealment, he even released some of his pheromones.

—My name is Rome… —Any rudeness could cost him dearly, so he kept trying to subtly move away —Do you need anything else, my lord?

—Rome… —Again, Baimon looked him up and down —You have a name as pretty as your body.

—Thank you, my lord. With your permission, I must… —The servant tried to move away, but the grip on his hand prevented him.

—Would you like to visit my lands sometime? —Rome stammered nervously that he was really grateful but that he had a lot of work —Well, we can make an exchange. You visit my lands and I visit your… curves.

The Omega's face turned pale with the shameless words and he took two steps back, finally moving away from the man until he collided with the wall. A very hot and hard wall that emitted murderous pheromones.

Baimon withdrew his hand in fear and stood up straight, as if he had not just made a pass at the servant. He bowed slightly and saluted the Emperor.

—Your Majesty, how can this humble servant be of use to you?

—Baimon, Rome is my property. —Pick grabbed the servant's arm tightly —He is not free to accept your offers. If you want to keep your head, do not interfere in my affairs.

Faced with the emperor's icy gaze, Baimon nodded tremblingly and left the place under everyone's contemplation. Rome remained motionless, waiting for what would happen. Pick's action was clear evidence that no one should approach or they would lose their lives.

Still not getting over the shock, Pick took him away from the hall to the outer gardens and slammed him into a tree. Rome was frightened by the roughness with which he was treated, but he did not lower his gaze. He had not done anything wrong.

—Are you free for anyone to invite you to their lands?

—It is not like that, Your Highness...

—Are you deceiving me, Rome? —The Alpha's angry voice scared him —You dare to give another what is mine?

—I was just... I was just being kind, Your Majesty... —Rome's voice trembled, but he didn't stop —I don't wish to visit any place, I swear...

—Then why didn't you take your hand away from his? Did you like him touching you?

—I was just doing my job, why would I want to be with another Alpha? —Rome's defiant attitude didn't please Pick.

How could a servant dare to face him and return questions instead of trembling in fear? The Emperor, enraged at being challenged, released pheromones aggressively against the Omega. Rome felt his body weaken and practically lose strength. His knees buckled, sending him to the ground to lie prostrate in front of the strong Alpha.

In anger, Pick crouched down and held his chin, glaring at him. In the middle of the darkness, he took his lips hungrily. Unable to move, Rome began to cry from helplessness. He felt hurt again by how he was treated.

And worst of all, he also felt happy. His body reacted to the pheromones.

—Why are you crying? —Pick asked, separating from him —Don't you like that I kissed you?

Rome still didn't answer him, holding back the words and insults that were gathering in his throat. The concentration of pheromones was pleasantly painful.

—Would you like me to be that man? Do you want me to call Baimon?

—Baimon? —Rome felt hurt and burst into tears —Doesn't Your Majesty understand that I only want you? I was so scared, he was so horrible, I thought he would do something to me…

Seeing him cry with so much pain, Pick sighed and pulled him into a hug. His pheromones changed, now they were soothing and sweet to relax him. Once again he gave in to Rome.

—I'm sorry for taking so long. —The Emperor felt silly for justifying himself, but he couldn't stop himself. —I'd been watching you two talk for a while and I wanted to see how far you'd go…

—I wouldn't dare to get anywhere with anyone other than you —His answer was so quick that the other smiled.

—Do you want me to kill him? I can put his head in front of you… —Rome shook his head —If someone messes with what's mine again, I won't be so compassionate.

—Okay… —The younger hugged him tightly, rubbing himself against his chest. —Thank you for defending me, Your Highness…

—Say it Rome, say you're mine.

—I'm yours, my lord…

—Do you want to share the bed with me tonight? —The Omega blushed —I want to do it to you until you forget the awkward moment you lived…

—Your Highness…I'm working…

—That's right, you're going to serve me tonight, come on.

Despite being ordered to do so, Pick interlaced his fingers and led him to his room. On the bed, Rome let himself be dominated in less than a minute. He really craved the Alpha's touch and his pheromones. But he repeated to himself over and over that it was all physiological. It's just his Omega instinct taking possession of his body and mind.

He didn't want the Emperor and obviously Pick didn't want him either. He was just an instrument, a slave to be discarded.

But... Why did it hurt him to think that way?

—Have I hurt you? —Pick's hoarse voice crept into his ears as all movement stopped —Rome?

—No...I'm just sensitive...because it feels so good...

—I love your sincerity, ask me for whatever you want and I'll put it before your eyes.

—Right now...I want... —The Omega blushed and pulled him in —I want you to keep moving, Your Majesty. The harder, the better.

—Whatever you want...

When they finished, Rome remained still with Pick's weight on his body. Their breathing calmed as much as their heartbeats. Their sticky skins were still together and warm, but neither made any move to separate.

—Your Majesty… did you fall asleep?

—No, I'm thinking. —Pick answered, still lying on top, breathing in the foreign scent.

—About what?

—About you, your body, your smell. About what you are…

Thinking about what he was, a simple servant with an ugly appearance, Rome felt bad.

—My Lord, would you like me to cover my face from today when we're here? There are masks I can use…

—Why would you do something so uncomfortable? It would be hard for you to breathe, wouldn't it?

—It's okay if I can't breathe, all for Your Majesty —Pick raised an eyebrow without understanding —About my appearance…I don't want to bother you with my ugliness.

The Alpha separated from him and looked at him from above. First he kissed his forehead, then his nose and finally his mouth. When the kiss ended, he slowly traced Rome's scar with his lips, causing him to tickle and shiver.

—You would never bother me. For a man of battles like me, your scar means that you are a warrior, Rome. Don't be ashamed of it.

—Your Majesty…

—You are…—Pick interrupted himself. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, but something inside stopped him —You are my most special servant. No matter what you look like, I enjoy your company.

—But you said…

—I say a lot of things when I'm angry —The Emperor joined their foreheads in an intimate gesture —You are mine Rome, I'm sorry if I was very cruel to you. Do you forgive me?

The Omega responded with a long and warm kiss. Of course he forgave him, it wasn't the first time someone spoke to him that way. They continued in the closeness and comfort of the sheets until the Emperor's voice broke the silence.

—Rome... can I ask you something?

—What do you need? —He was about to fall asleep if it weren't for the older man's hands outlining his naked body and bringing him back to reality. —Do you want me to leave?

—No, you can sleep here. —The Alpha pulled him to his face and kissed him again —Tomorrow when you wake up, I order you to stop covering yourself.

—Do you want me to walk around the palace naked? —Pick laughed and Rome yawned confused —I don't understand, Your Highness.

—Your face, show it proudly to everyone. —Rome felt the opposing lips caress the scar again. —If someone messes with you, tell me and I'll take care of torturing them...

—But I am...

—You are a precious jewel to me, let me show you off. —The Omega laughed at the esteem the emperor had for him. Breathing in the pheromones that surrounded him, he nodded with a smile and fell asleep.

From that day on, Rome decided to put his hair up in a high bun to surprise the Emperor. Before going out to his own room, Pick gave him a green ornament. Since he was young, he looked at himself in the mirror and the ugly mark embarrassed him, but, since that morning, his thinking had changed. His scar meant that he was strong and brave. He was valuable.

—It's the first time I see you with your hair up —his companion commented, looking at him from the bed. —What made you change? Aren't you embarrassed that people see you?

—Do I look bad?

—You look... exposed. Doesn't it bother you that people notice your face?

—I think my face isn't so bad...—he confessed with uncertainty as he remembered the Alpha's words —It all depends on the point of view you see it from. His Majesty's soldiers have many scars and they are proud of them. I know it may be weird but soldiers…

—You are not a soldier. —Rome frowned annoyed and Din decided to change the subject —Do you have to serve His Majesty today too?

—Din… I don't know… —he answered, looking at himself in the mirror with uncertainty.

Did he really look that bad?

—If you're free, I'd like to invite you to spend the night together, I got some alcohol.

—Do you want to do the virus thing with me? —Din raised an eyebrow in confusion and Rome laughed —You want to lower my defenses. —The Beta burst out laughing at his partner's bad joke.

—I don't need that to make you mine —he answered and pushed him onto the bed. Rome fell with a smile and returned his partner's kiss. Din's mischievous hand reached his butt and squeezed it. Rome moaned in pain, the night before he was with Pick several times.

—I see the door is closed —Din said, moving away with a bad face. The omega felt guilty about his partner's reaction.

—Sorry…but I can do something for you… —He hurried to say and lower his hand to the opposite intimacy. Din smiled at him and ran his thumb along his lower lip, a clear sign that he wanted him to use it.

Rome knelt down to please him, but before he could do anything, there was a knock on the door. It was one of the Emperor's men.

"His Majesty wants you to go serve him..."

.-.-.

The palace's rumors didn't bother him. Of course, no one dared to speak when he passed by, but sometimes, his hearing was so sharp that he picked up a word or two.

Especially if Rome's name was mentioned.

Who was Din and what was his relationship with the Omega? It was a hallway conversation, but Pick was sure he had heard both names.

Did Rome have a brother?

In his office, the Emperor of Araik couldn't stop thinking about that. He regretted not turning around and facing the people who were talking. That way he wouldn't have been left with any doubt.

Wandering in his thoughts, the presence of his friend appeared. Pick was waiting for him to deliver some documents, but Porsche's empty hands indicated that whatever he had to say was more important.

—Why do you have that face? Who had a heart attack? —he tried to joke, but his friend's nervous expression disturbed him —Speak.

—Your Majesty, sorry for the interruption, but there is something you should know —The preamble of the words only increased his curiosity —It's about Rome…

Impassive in his seat, Pick raised an eyebrow as if it were not an important subject, but Porsche recognized his gaze. The Alpha had all his attention on him.

—What is the problem with my servant?

—Rome has a partner.

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Porsche could see his friend's face transform from calm to storm. The wave of anger went through him so fast that he couldn't hide it and it disturbed him. Pick was dangerous.

—His name is Din? —The general's eyes widened in surprise. —I heard that in the hallways. What else do you know about him?

—They are very close, I've been told that they share a room... —Porsche was scared that his words would unleash a storm of blood in the palace, but he knew that lying was not an option because of his friend's power. —He is a slave like Rome, as I understand it, he is in charge of bringing provisions for the kingdom. He usually travels a lot but every time he returns, he is seen quite close to Rome...

Pick's breathing was agitated and although he tried to hide it, Porsche could notice how his jaw tightened with the passing minutes. The commander was very clear that, for the Emperor, Rome was more than a simple servant, the Omega was a very important possession. Maybe even more important than the Empress herself.

—Your Majesty… What do you want me to do?

—Rome thinks he can play with me —Pick whispered in a hoarse and threatening voice —He seems to have forgotten his place. —He looked at his friend —You don't have to do anything, I'll cut his head off myself. Rome is mine.

—Shouldn't we first confirm if it's true? He could be a brother or a relative…

—Porsche, do you want to get caught in the fire? —His friend paled —Don't get in the way of my sword or I'll cut you off.

—Will you kill the Omega too?

—No one laughs at me and lives to tell the tale…

The rage at Rome's betrayal ran through every inch of his body. Pick couldn't believe that during all the time they were together Rome was able to hide his relationship with the slave. It infuriated him to think that the feeling of control and possession he had always enjoyed so much was false. The body that devotedly gave itself to him every night was being used by a disgusting slave.

And as if fate was mocking him, Rome's voice asking for permission to pass reached his ears. He looked at his friend with an expression of absolute fury and made a sign to him. Porsche understood the order and handed him his sword while pressing his lips together.

—You can enter —he said with a sigh knowing that the servant would die.

The general froze when Rome entered. The young man he saw many times in the past was not the same one who walked towards them. Wearing a black and green outfit, the Omega proudly showed off his new look. His face glowed with happiness, his skin looked luminous and his hair was organized. Looking closely, he was not ugly. He was just unlucky enough to have a large mark in a visible place.

For him to die would really be a waste.

—Your Majesty, Commander, good afternoon —Ignoring the tension in the atmosphere, Rome bowed to them with a big smile adorning his lips. —Today I'm wearing the new brooch you gave me, Your Highness. How does it look on me?

Rome's sweet voice made Porsche feel bad. He decided to look away so as not to see the poor man's head fly away along with the green ornament. Days ago, he and Pick were in the village and his friend had specially chosen that brooch because it was his favorite color. He thought it would be a gift for the empress, but he was wrong.

—It looks good on you, I like how green looks on you. —Incredulously, Porsche looked at his friend.

Why was Rome still alive?

Shouldn't the blood from the Omega's neck be dirtying the entire floor?

—Yes... the other servants have been staring at me the whole way here. —The Omega shook the high ponytail of his hair so that he would notice it too. —I am very grateful Your Majesty, all the time I think about the words you said to me to fill me with strength and not feel intimidated...

—If someone messes with you, tell me and I will kill them. —Rome laughed and shook his head without stopping smiling. —I have a question to ask you.

—Tell me Your Highness, what do you need?

—Is it true that you have a partner named Din? —Porsche felt his own breathing tighten and looked at the Omega. Rome's expression of happiness turned into one of indifference so quickly that it confused him.

—Yes, Your Majesty, it's true —Pick's hand tightened on the sword and the general trembled —But he's not like you, who is a self-confident man, can you believe that he made me a scene of jealousy? Although I don't judge him, you are the strongest Alpha in the nation. Who wouldn't feel insecure!

Faced with the Emperor's silence at the Omega's words, Porsche decided to speak up: —A scene of jealousy? And what did you do?

—Obviously I made it clear to him that the Emperor only sees me as an object to use. —Rome spoke with his hands, as if explaining something silly —I would never believe myself so important that the Emperor would be jealous of my partner —The Omega laughed. —Can you imagine that ridiculousness? The Emperor being jealous of a slave.

—Maybe not jealous, but His Majesty enjoys your pheromones very much...

—Oh, that's no problem, my partner is a Beta. —The servant walked towards Pick and took one of his hands while releasing his essence —He doesn't feel them, that's why I've always told His Highness that I'm only his. Everything that makes me an Omega belongs to the great Emperor of Araik.

Looking at his joined hands, Pick pulled him in for a kiss. Porsche watched the spectacle with suspicion. Was this the same man who killed someone for tripping over him? Where did his bitter, intolerant friend go?

—Rome, you should have told me anyway. —The Alpha whispered, separating from the brush of lips —I don't like you hiding things from me, I've already told you...

—I'm sorry, I didn't think it was something important. —Rome bit his lower lip and rubbed his hand against his chest —He's not capable of giving me what you give me... Your Highness...

The general remained static. The softness in his friend's voice gave him chills; As the minutes passed, he realized that the Omega's body would not fall dead at his feet. Not caring that he was standing there watching them, they continued kissing and rubbing each other. It was all very strange.

Despite not rejecting him, Pick was still upset and tried to stay calm. He watched his friend who judged the situation in silence and felt embarrassed. He separated Rome from his body and continued the interrogation to demonstrate his authority.

—And have you been intimate with him? — Rome lowered his gaze Pick forced him to lift him — Answer me.

— Of course, but honestly it is not even half as pleasant as with you. I have enough without doing it with him because... Why would I need it if I am pleased with your touch, highness?

— I see. — Pick stole a kiss with tongue — Rome, I have important things to talk about with General Porsche, can you leave?

— Of course, Your Majesty. —The servant kissed him on the cheek. —I'll be in the gardens watering the flowers, today I'm in charge of the roses. If you need me, you'll find me there...

—Wait for me, don't move until I arrive.

—Even if the sun goes down and the moon shines on me, I'll wait for you, Your Majesty...

Pick watched Rome leave while he swayed his hips. The green ornament along with the clothes he had also given to the omega boosted his beauty. He could never kill him, he was still just as weak as before. Beside him, Porsche held back a chuckle and that made him even more angry with himself.

—Do you want to lose your tongue? —He scolded him.

—Permission to speak to you as a friend, Your Majesty.

—Say it quickly before I regret it.

—That Omega is very smart. —The General sat in front of him. —He disarmed you very effectively.

—How am I supposed to get rid of that Beta without looking like an insecure fool?

—Since when have you cared how people see you? He's just a servant.

—I just don't want Rome to suffer, didn't you see how happy he was? He even combed his hair…

—We can do it without him knowing…

—Let's wait a while. I'm not an insecure Alpha, Rome is mine and that won't change for a Beta who isn't even capable of pleasing him.

With all the strength in his body, Porsche held back the urge to laugh. His friend was really lost for the Omega and didn't seem to have noticed.

Even so, he wouldn't say anything to him.

.-.-.

Rome closed the door to the Emperor's office and headed for the gardens. He could barely take a couple of steps when his legs gave out. His whole body trembled from fear. He was short of breath, so he tried to regulate the air that went in and out of his chest. He was not stupid, his relationship with Din was a secret precisely to prevent someone important like the Emperor from finding out and deciding to kill him.

With the situation with Baimon, he was more than clear that the Alpha felt a great possession for him and his pheromones.

The previous days he practiced several times what he had to say to reduce Pick's jealousy and he was glad that it had taken effect. Even so, something told him that he could not be too confident, he had to be careful not to expose Din too much if he wanted him to stay alive.

The Omega felt his heart heavy from the uncertainty of the future.

What would become of him if Din died? Could he live in the palace without the support of the love of his life? The thought of being alone made him nauseous.

Without avoiding it, he ran to the nearest bathroom and expelled the little he had had for breakfast. Lately he felt weak and exhausted due to the mental burden and stress of his relationship.

That afternoon he was working as usual, but his body felt very heavy. Maybe it was the sun or the lack of food, but dizziness seemed to want to take control of his body. The gardener's whims also seemed endless. He just wanted Pick to finish his chores and come find him.

His throat suddenly felt dry and his vision blurred. The Alpha's distinctive scent seeped into his nostrils as he turned his body to look at him. Standing next to the general, he beckoned him over.

Rome managed to take a couple of steps before the sky darkened.

For the most powerful Alpha in the empire, everything happened in slow motion. One second he was enjoying the beautiful view of Rome next to the roses and the next, he saw him collapse on the flowers. The petals were scattered next to the Omega's body, the situation seemed like the preamble to a burial. Desperate, Pick picked him up from the ground and noticed that he had completely lost consciousness.

—Rome? Rome! What's wrong with you!? —He exclaimed alarmed while holding him in his arms —Open your eyes, Rome!

—Call the doctor, quickly! —Porsche shouted to a member of the royal guard —Your Highness, let's take him inside. It's too sunny out here.

The general was actually lying. The truth is, all he wanted was to get Pick away from the curious eyes of all the workers. There was nothing more dangerous than the fact that the Emperor's weakness for Omega was known.

Pick deposited Rome in his own bed, the high ponytail he had been proud of all day had fallen and his hair was slipping all over his face. Pick moved his hair away as if it hurt him to see him hidden. The paleness on the other's skin did not please him.

The atmosphere was tense. Several servants and soldiers were standing in the room waiting for orders. Everyone feared that something would happen to Rome and the Emperor's fury would be unleashed against the kingdom.

—Your Majesty…—Rome's low voice made Pick see that he had come to. —What happened?

—Stay lying down. —The Alpha gently pushed him against the bed. —I don't want you to faint again, let's wait for the imperial doctor to check you first.

Rome nodded weakly and closed his eyes. Everything was still spinning in his head and the nausea was getting stronger. At least, the Alpha's presence calmed him. Despite the harshness of his words, he could feel the genuine concern.

The doctor arrived a few minutes later to check on him. Pick stood by the bed holding his sword, a silent threat to the man that he had to work well and diligently or he would kill him.

—What's wrong with him? —he asked, wrinkling his face when he saw the doctor pressing on Rome's stomach, causing the Omega to complain of pain.

—Your Highness, it's not serious. —The man tried to calm Rome who seemed about to cry. —It seems that young Rome has been under a lot of stress, maybe he hasn't even been eating properly these days and his body couldn't take it anymore. Besides...

—What? What else is wrong with Rome? —The doctor looked at the people present in the room and hesitated before continuing to speak.

—Also, his pheromones feel unbalanced —The Emperor raised an eyebrow without understanding the symptom —In some omegas, when they are under a lot of pressure or near very dominant Alphas, it usually happens. Can we talk in private? I have something important to report, Your Highness…

Pick frowned and tightened his sword. He had known the doctor for years, the look he was giving him meant that something serious was happening and he didn't want to discuss it with so much public.

Porsche watched his friend leave for a couple of minutes and then return without expression on his face. Absolute seriousness was synonymous with imminent danger. The Emperor walked towards Rome and placed a superficial kiss on his lips without caring that many eyes were watching him.

—How do you feel? —he asked with an unexpected smile —Do you have pain anywhere?

—I'm better, Your Majesty. —Rome returned his gesture —Now that I'm lying down, my discomfort has passed. I'm sorry for worrying you…

Pick shook his head as he pushed back the hair that had once again gotten into his face.

—I look like a mess —said the Omega with shame —Tomorrow I'll come back combed, I promise…

—You won't go anywhere.

—Sir? —The Alpha looked at him seriously —My lord, I can't stay locked up here. I have things to do…

—I'm not asking you, Rome. You're going to stay here until I say so.

—But my lord…I… —Without warning, Pick placed a hand on the headboard of the bed and leaned down to reduce his personal space.

—Do you think this is negotiable? —The tone of his voice was icy and his eyes burned intensely —You're mine, Rome, and what's mine I decide to take care of as I please. I don't want you to work until you faint, I want you to stay warming my bed without objection. Understood?

At the Alpha's obvious dominance, Rome tightened his grip on the sheets and shrank down on the bed with several nods.

—You will have a personal servant. You are forbidden to eat anything other than what she will give you and the doctor will come to check on you twice a day. —Rome felt confused.

—Is it necessary my lord? I can go get my own food…

—Are you contradicting me? —The Omega trembled instead —Don't try to arouse my anger, Rome. —Pick's gaze demanded submission so he finally nodded and lowered his face.

Silently, Porsche continued to observe the interaction. His friend ordered everyone present to leave and left only a servant named Emma along with the doctor to take care of Rome. On the face of the most powerful Alpha in the nation, concern was still evident.

The general had a pretty clear idea of ​​what was happening, but he needed to confirm his doubts first. If that was what he imagined, he understood why the image of control his friend projected seemed to be fragmenting.

Pick entered his office with Porsche behind him. The Emperor's breathing was labored, like a lion holding back before attacking its prey.

—Is he pregnant?—Porsche blurted out without holding back.

—That's it, isn't it? I know the worry in your eyes. You have the same look as when the Empress had the bleeding. Is Rome pregnant?

The Emperor looked at him with the same seriousness as before. Preparing for the revelation, the general approached so that their conversation would remain a secret.

—Rome is expecting a child? —he asked again intensely. —Answer me!

—It's something worse than that.

—What can be worse than an illegitimate child?

—Rome is dying.

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The warmth of the blankets along with the delicate touch of his friend made Rome open his eyes weakly. His body still felt heavy and tired despite having slept almost all day. The feeling of dizziness along with nausea rose up his throat so fast that the gagging was impossible to stop.

Emma hurried, as she had several times, bringing a bucket to the edge of the bed. Rome expelled the little he had consumed while sweat ran down his forehead. The Omega wiped his mouth lovingly and showed a compassionate smile.

—The doctor will come in a little while with the medicine —she said sweetly —Does your stomach still hurt?

—Yes... it burns... —he whispered feeling exhausted —I can't believe I got sick, when did I think it was a good idea to expose myself so much to His Majesty's pheromones? I should have stayed locked up with Din…

—The positive thing is that you are in a warm bed —The girl helped him change his sweat-soaked clothes —And also, thanks to you I was able to see His Majesty's room, it is more impressive than you had told me.

—True? With what one of those vases costs I can pay a year of my salary —The Omega mocked —I imagine that Bruno must be out there dying of envy because we are here.

Emma returned his laugh, but did not answer anything.

—And how is the palace? —Rome settled down on the bed feeling dizzy again —Everything is quiet?

—Yes, peace roams the halls...

Reality was quite far from Emma's words. There was not a single place in the palace that was not covered in blood. The Emperor's anger was so great that almost half of the workers were dead.

Someone had the audacity to poison Rome.

The favorite Omega of the strongest Alpha in the nation was dying because of someone's envy. The Emperor ordered his men to guard and seal every exit so that no one could escape from the palace.

With Porsche's help, a group of soldiers was searching under every stone for a clue to the culprit. If someone had herbs, they were questioned to try to identify the poison and give Rome an antidote. Even so, the mystery remained.

In everyone's minds, absolute fear slowly began to emerge; the fury expressed by the Emperor was so great that it was not an exaggeration to think that, if Rome died, everyone in the palace would be killed. The chaos and general tension increased so much that among the workers who were still alive, groups were organized to also find the poison.

However, they still found nothing.

In the middle of the sea of ​​red and the madness that surrounded everything, Pick took breaks to go visit Rome. According to the doctor, his pheromones could help him relax and even provide strength to his body so that he would not deteriorate or weaken so quickly.

On the way to his bedroom, he handed his sword to Porsche and changed his clothes so that Rome would not smell the blood. Due to his lack of caution, the last time the smell caused him to vomit until he passed out. According to the doctor, it was best to continue lying to him that his pheromones were unbalanced so as not to upset him, but the Alpha was already starting to get desperate.

Every time he returned to the room he had to make an immense effort so that his face did not show the concern of seeing Rome worsening with the passing hours. His skin was so pale that he could easily be mistaken for a dead person. Pick bit his lower lip to restrain himself. He wanted to burn down the palace out of desperation at not finding the culprit.

The Omega was sleeping soundly, in addition to being surrounded by quilted sheets, Emma had him covered with several layers of the Alpha's clothes. It was impossible for the Emperor not to smile, it almost looked like a nest.

—Your Highness... —Emma whispered embarrassed as she saw him looking at the bed —I apologize for my boldness, but he woke up with a fever and calling for you. He tried to get up so I convinced him that you would hug him, that's why I took your clothes to simulate your presence. Please forgive me.

—You did well —was his only answer while sending calming pheromones to the one who was tossing and turning in his sleep—My Rome…

—Your Majesty… is that you? —His eyes looked wide and far away, but searching for Pick's—Is it a dream?

—No dream would be as beautiful as my presence… —he answered kissing his lips—How do you feel, Rome?

—Very weak, I don't know what's wrong with me—The contrary tears tightened his heart—I'm cold, I've never heard anything like this... could the doctor have made a mistake? I feel like I'm going to die…

—No...my dear Rome, I assure you that you're going to be fine... —Pick covered him with pheromones until the Omega's ramblings slowly faded away and he fell asleep.

Only then did the Emperor change his gaze to an angry one. He let go of the young man's hand after giving him a kiss and walked away. Emma bowed as he stood up and sat next to his friend.

—Don't leave him alone and don't let him leave here.

—Yes, your Highness.

—Has the doctor come to treat him?

—Yes, he performed acupuncture to release his painful points. —Emma was really worried about her friend. —Your Majesty, forgive my insolence, but... Isn't there an antidote to give him in the meantime? I'm afraid...

—No. —he said helplessly. —We must find the culprit. Do you suspect someone?

—In the palace, your relationship has not gone unnoticed, my lord. —The Omega wanted to be careful with her words. —As a servant, you know that we have neither eyes nor ears, but... I have heard that some people are not very happy with your... affection towards Rome.

—Speak to me openly. What have you heard?

—Some nobles believe that Rome is a threat because he can influence you. —In Emma's eyes, Pick saw sincerity and strength. They were like Rome's, he knew he could trust the woman. —The royal advisor recently changed all the kitchen staff. Some servants have been bullying Rome, one named Bruno in particular has been making his life miserable. Also, I know that some concubines have invited Rome to drink tea. I know it's just my speculation, but it occurs to me that someone may have put something in his food or drink to harm him.

—What do you propose? —Porsche joined the conversation. The general looked happy at the woman's bravery. —Could we set a trap for the culprit?

—Commander —She looked at him without fear —That's a silly idea.

Despite the seriousness of the matter, Pick laughed.

—So... What do you think?

—In my experience, there is no greater trigger of truth than fear —The Omega smiled —Let's gather everyone in a room and start a rain of blood. The culprit will come out…

—I see why you are a friend of Rome…

—Find the culprit Your Highness, we have to save Roró —That affectionate nickname caused tenderness to the two men. They definitely trusted the omega.

.-.-.

Officials, nobles, servants and soldiers were gathered in the main hall. Every person who ever set foot in the palace had to be present or would be charged with direct treason with death as retaliation.

Not only men, but women and children were standing as they trembled before the Emperor's inquisitive eyes. Pick's sword seemed sharper than ever, waiting to cut down whoever dared to speak.

—Do you know why I have gathered you here? —Only those who lived in the palace knew about what was happening, the rest of the people had no idea about the cause of the Alpha's obvious anger.

—Your Highness, what has happened? —The minister of justice seemed just as confused as everyone else —What is so serious that you have sent for us?

—Someone messed with what is mine —His voice was thick and full of fury —I have received rumors that a plan against Rome has been carried out. One of you has poisoned him.

—Who is Rome? —The royal advisor asked —Is he the Omega with the good smell? —Pick nodded —Your Highness, do not worry. If the boy dies we can get another one, we have very good Omegas in… —The man could not continue speaking.

Blood came out of his neck after Pick's sword cut him.

—I do not want another Omega, I want Rome. —The emperor's breathing was agitated —Someone dared to hurt him and none of you will leave here until you know who it was.

Silence reigned in the place, no one dared to utter a single word. The royal advisor's body still shook on the ground as he bled to death. Pick emitted pheromones so dominant and strong that the low-ranking Omegas and Alphas were on their knees, unable to even stand.

Emma was right, fear would get the truth out.

.-.-.

Rome's forehead was boiling from the fever. Meaningless words and desperate whimpers came out of his lips. Emma trembled as she tried to calm him down. The anxiety of not getting the antidote worried her.

—Bring more cloths with cold water —She asked a Beta who accompanied her —Roró, you are strong. Don't give up.

—Emma....Emma.... What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? —The little Omega held his friend tightly —It hurts...it hurts...—And he vomited this time with blood.

—Call the doctor! —she screamed frightened.

The old man quickly entered and cleaned Rome. Blood was still flowing from his lips, they needed the antidote or death would take him.

—The poison has corroded his stomach, Your Majesty must hurry or it will be too late...

—Which...which poison? —Rome was barely conscious.

—You have been poisoned —The Omega cried uncontrollably —I'm sorry for not telling you.

—Tell him...tell the Emperor... —he whispered weakly. —The Emperor...he said I'm special...tell him, Emma.

—Roró...

.-.-.

The line of men and women continued in the great hall. Above the Emperor's hand, his sword continued to drip blood. In the middle of them all, Bruno's limbless body was shaking.

—This slave dared to intimidate and harass Rome, my faithful servant. —The Alpha was totally out of his mind, stimulated and excited by the crimson liquid. His killer instinct numbing the human side. —The arms that pushed him and the tongue that insulted him are no longer there.

Several people were crying from the cruelty, some had even fainted, but no one dared to come out or contradict him.

—Now I need us all to find the person responsible for the hands that prepared the poison that hurt him. —Not only his look, his smile was Machiavellian. —I know it's not easy, but I'll put it this way. The culprit appears or absolutely everyone will die. I don't care about having to replace everyone in the palace, there are thousands of people outside dying for a position here inside.

The silence continued.

—Guards —he said looking at his men —I propose a game. I'm going to count to three and I want you to start killing people, whoever gets the most in the least amount of time will take a bag full of gold.

The commotion was heard in the room, all the soldiers took up their swords.

—One…two…and —Before reaching the last number, one of the concubines was pushed to the center of the room. The woman trembled and did not dare to raise her head.

—Who pushed her and why did she do it?

—Your…your highness…she was speaking ill of Rome… —Another woman, named Betty spoke between sobs —She said that you no longer sought us because of that ugly Omega…

—Jealousy is something normal in concubines —Her mother intervened —Jane is one of my most faithful concubines, she would not dare.

—I saw her with some strange herbs the day we prepared Rome —Betty added again —She made him drink something strange.

—I myself ordered her to give it to him —Pick pointed the sword at his mother, but she did not lower her head —Your Majesty, what would I gain by poisoning him? I am aware that the presence of that Omega has brought good things to the Kingdom.

—I don't know, first you speak ill of him and then, a woman under your command gives him something strange. How do you ask me to trust you?

—Son...—The Omega's gaze was as firm as the Emperor's —If killing me is going to ease your anger, do it, but it won't save Rome.

—Jane, you are the main suspect —Pick diverted his attention from his mother —What did you give him that time?

—Your...Your highness...I didn't want...—The woman's crying surprised everyone —He...the head chef...he threatened me.

A deathly silence surrounded the room. The aforementioned man was thrown at Pick's feet. The cook begged for forgiveness while bowing, but Pick's sword trembled on the verge of killing him. The Alpha was controlling himself because he needed to know the antidote first.

—What did you do? —He got no answer —If you don't answer me, I'll send for your family. I'll torture the men and the women will be sent to a brothel. Speak now before I lose my patience.

—Please forgive me! —he shouted from the floor —That Omega is a threat. Just as the counselor said, Rome damages the environment between us all. He thinks he's better than us because he shares the bed with you, he's…

—He's my property and if you harm him, you harm me —Pick interrupted him —What did you use to poison him?

—I…I…used…the petals of the black flower —The man's crying almost didn't let him speak —In his breakfast…I applied a few drops…and Jane used it in the tea. But it was the counselor's orders!

Pick regretted having killed the man without torturing him first. At least he could see how he slowly bled to death. Even so, those guilty of acting against Rome would be punished.

—Krist, go to the doctor to administer the antidote to Rome —He said to a guard—And you two will pay for your sins.

—Forgive us, Your Highness! —They shouted at the same time—Spare our lives!

—Take the cook and torture him for a hundred days—he ordered his men—Don't let him die, first kill his entire family in front of his eyes. Everyone who has his last name must be exterminated. If they don't want to die, they should leave the kingdom, they have two hours to leave.

—No! My wife and my son have done nothing! Your Highness, please!

—Rome didn't do anything to you either—he said angrily—Thank me for killing them instead of torturing them in front of you.

Amid screams, the man was taken away from the crowd and taken to the palace prison. Jane continued kneeling, waiting for her fate.

—Stand up —The woman trembled, however, she followed the order —With you, for coveting what is not yours, you will be part of a blood pact.

—Your Highness? —Jane did not understand the Emperor's words. She looked at the Queen Mother confused for some answer. She saw Pick smile and then, the sword penetrated her body from side to side.

The concubine fell to the ground with a scream and spat blood. The Alpha continued to look at her with the same bloodlust as before.

—Everyone in this room, come here and put your hand in the wound —No one moved —Don't you want to? Then you will have the same fate…

Her mother was the first to walk towards the kneeling concubine and did so, getting dirty with blood. Lucia was the second and so did everyone. A couple of soldiers held the woman so she wouldn't interfere. Doing that was like stabbing her over and over again, bleeding her painfully.

In the end, Jane was still alive, but without strength. Everyone present had a hand full of blood, and Pick looked at them with satisfaction.

—This is a blood pact between you and me —he said smiling— Whoever dares to harm Rome, think that his blood will be spread on everyone's hands. If someone looks at another with the intention of hurting him and does not tell me, he will also die. Understood?

Absolutely everyone present bowed to his words in acceptance. The Emperor smiled like a madman again and approached Jane to cut off her head. Thus, the session was over.

With the certainty that Rome would survive, the Alpha made a sign to Porsche to accompany him to his chambers. He felt that a great weight had finally left his shoulders. All that was left was for the doctor to prepare a healing infusion and the Omega would be laughing for him again.

—Your Majesty, I need to talk to you. —A voice he had never heard before had the insolence to stop him. Pick turned to face the one who dared to be so disrespectful and was surprised to see a young man of perhaps the same age as Rome.

His clothes were exactly the same as the Omega was wearing when he met him and he had no smell. He was a Beta. Rome's partner.

——Who are you and why are you interrupting my path? —Pick made a superhuman effort not to kill him. All for Rome, as always.

—I apologize, your highness, my name is Din. —The young man bent down to show respect and remained on his knees —I am a slave who has worked for you for years and I dare to speak to you because I am worried about Rome.

—You are his partner, aren't you? — Din paled and lowered his head, clenching his hands in his clothes —What do you want to know?

—How is he? I have asked, but no one tells me anything. —The Beta's eyes were wet with fear and despair —I am scared, I have not been able to sleep well because I do not know what condition he is in. I beg you to give me some information…

Pick watched him in silence. The difference between them was so great that it gave him pleasure. Rome was right, that Beta could never compete against him. He was worrying about nothing. A Machiavellian plan came to his mind.

—Do you want to see how he is? Come with me. — Stunned, the young man realized that the Alpha was walking, so he followed him.

Porsche knew his friend so well that he immediately understood the reasons why he was taking the Beta to his chambers. The emperor wanted to humiliate him while demonstrating his power in front of Rome. Pick wanted Rome to compare them and realize who was better.

Pick was going to mark territory.

On the way, Din did not hide his amazement at the magnificent decoration that surrounded everything they passed by. Without stopping, he scanned everything but his attitude was not what they expected. Like Rome, he did not seem to shrink from the luxuries.

In the room, Rome slept deeply covered by silk sheets embroidered with gold. One of his arms was out, revealing the sleeve of his outfit, an exquisite green garment. Pick loved that the Omega wore green. Everyone knew that was his signature color.

—As you can see, Rome is fine. —Emma was surprised to see them together —He is surrounded by luxuries and comforts.

Din nodded as if the words were small and approached Rome to take his hand. He felt it cold, but that did not stop him from giving him a kiss and placing it on his cheek.

—He does not need anything here because I can give him anything he wants. —Pick insisted again when he saw that the Beta did not react to his incitement.

—Rome has never cared much about material things —Porsche held his breath due to the Beta's recklessness. He looked at his friend and noticed how he tightened his sword.

—True, the only thing he cares about are my pheromones. —Din wrinkled his face —You know that we exchanged them, right? Besides our bodies...

The Beta looked at the Emperor with an indescribable expression and nodded.

—Yes, he told me. —He brought the opposite hand to his cheek to warm it with his own skin —I have no problem with that, I know that we exist to serve you, Highness. I am honored that you give MY partner the opportunity to please you.

—Din? —Rome opened his eyes weakly when he felt his warmth. —Love... what are you doing here? —Pick gritted his teeth at the affectionate nickname and the Beta smiled.

—I was worried about you, sweetheart. How do you feel?

—Very bad, I think I will die —The Omega could barely speak —I didn't want to die without seeing you...

—You won't die. They already found the culprit and they will soon give you the antidote.

—I love you Din...thanks for coming...

—I love you too —The Beta glanced at the Emperor —Rest between the silk sheets, you will soon get better and you will be able to rest in my arms. —Even Emma was petrified by Din's actions. She couldn't believe the bravery of her friend's boyfriend.

—You know that... your arms are warmer than this place —Rome had no idea that Pick was listening to him —I don't need the silk...I'll take it off when I'm with you anyway...

—Roró —His friend interrupted him when she saw how the emperor wielded his sword —Save your energy and don't talk anymore...

—I'll wait for you in our place —Din whispered, giving him a kiss on the forehead —Rest.

Rome smiled at the Beta and closed his eyes, quickly losing himself in the sheets. Pick gave the slave an annoyed look and kicked him out, leaving him alone with Rome. He turned the Omega around and despite the dirt on his mouth, stole a kiss from him.

—Your Highness? Is that you?

—Did you miss me? —he smiled —My Rome, do you want my pheromones?

—Yes…please…

—Then say you are mine.

—I am…yours…Highness…—His eyes struggled to stay open —I don't want to die…

—You won't die, in this life, you will serve me forever. —Rome didn't answer anything. Pick didn't know if he ignored him and had really lost consciousness, but he decided not to press.

Porsche sighed.

The war inside the palace was just beginning.

Chapter Text

With Rome healthy, Pick dedicated himself to continuing with his life as Emperor. Meetings, visits, and lots of boring people. The bad mood was still present in his day to day, especially because his favorite Omega was not producing enough pheromones to please him.

Apparently, the poison had affected Rome's ability to continue his function as a living incense. That had him angry and worried. The only reason he used to have him by his side was gone and so, he hardly ever visited him anymore.

From time to time, Rome was assigned to serve him and only in those few hours, he could enjoy the presence that accompanied him so much before. The Omega still looked his new look, but it was no longer exclusive to him. Pick did not want to admit that he missed him, that from time to time he would come up with a joke that would surely provoke one of those strange laughs that only the servant would let out when they were alone and he would forget his stupid embarrassment at being seen together. He refused to accept how much he wanted to see him every day.

If he thought about it, he was the Emperor. If he wanted Rome, he didn't need an excuse to see him. He would simply go to his room and invite him to share the bed, anyway, the servant had no choice.

It was quite late at night when Pick decided to visit the Omega. The soft wind produced a small whistle in the middle of the silence of the night, not a soul wandered around the palace. The Emperor was glad of that fact, besides his guards that he had of course threatened, no one would notice that he left his chambers to meet Rome.

His heart was beating excitedly, like an animal about to catch its prey. Pick could not contain his anxiety to see Rome and throw himself on him. Maybe that night, he would take him for the first time in his small bed. Surely Rome would be so asleep that he would not feel him enter, so he would take advantage to bathe him in his pheromones and dominate him so quickly that he would have no escape.

With the omega confused, he would dedicate himself to licking every inch of his body until he himself begged him to make him his. He was about to enter when a strange noise caught his attention and he froze. His breathing accelerated when he realized that he had not been mistaken, this was Rome's room, he had chosen it himself.

He pushed the door very slowly so as not to alert the occupants and the worst of his thoughts became reality.

Lying on the bed, Rome was completely naked. His eyes were closed while he opened his mouth again and again in search of air. Next to him, Din looked exactly the same, with no clothes covering his skin as he outlined the opposite body.

For Pick, time stopped. He realized the intimacy they evidently shared and regretted not carrying his sword. Rome, who was his property, had dared to give himself to the disgusting Beta.

—I love you, Din —the Omega whispered with a smile that faded the moment he noticed his presence —Your Majesty!

Rome, like Din, jumped in place and covered themselves with the sheet. Pick felt anger run through every inch of his body. Rome's betrayal triggered the desire to kill and see blood that existed within him. He quickly scanned the room in search of a weapon to hurt the Beta, but found nothing and had to restrain himself.

—What do you think you're doing? —he asked, entering the room completely —Did you really sleep with this dirty slave?

—I...I...Your Majesty —Rome trembled with fear under the Alpha's direct gaze. Din was also scared, showing that he had no power or anything to protect his partner.

—Who gave you permission to sleep with him? —Pick practically spat fire —Didn't you go to my office because of him? —The Omega lowered his head. —Are your pheromones really not working or are you lying to me? —Seeing Rome's trembling eyes he knew. —From this moment on, I forbid you to see him!

—Your Highness!

—Are you disobeying me?

—He's my mate!

—What do I care about that? —Pick shouted, grabbing him by the arm. —Let's go, I don't want you near him.

—Please, Your Majesty... Wait...

—Do you think you can do this without consequences? —The elder shook him violently. —I told you that you are only mine! Why don't you understand?

—I love him! —Rome's voice broke the silence of the night. —I love Din! Please!

With his words, Pick's gaze turned into pure violence. Without mediating with Rome, he grabbed the Beta by the neck and threw him against the wall. Din's head hit the surface hard and opened. Rome gasped in fear and tried to reach his mate, but the Alpha didn't let him.

—You're coming with me!

—I don't want to! —Rome continued fighting, covered in tears. —I'm not going back to you! I want Din!

—You're mine!

—I'll never be yours!

With a jump, Pick opened his eyes with his body contracted. The darkness that perceived his gaze let him know that it was still night. His breathing was agitated and difficult, that was a nightmare that felt terribly real.

—Your highness... are you awake? —Rome's small characteristic voice came from the lower part of his neck. He looked down and realized that he had the Omega hugged very tightly, almost suffocating him.

Slowly, he gently released him so that he could breathe. Rome moved away from his chest just a few centimeters to look him in the eyes. The Alpha blushed as he felt embarrassed of having held him so intensely in the middle of his dream.

—I'm sorry, Rome. Did I wake you up? —The Omega showed him a smile under the moonlight and nodded still lying on one of his arms. —Yes, I was scared when you squeezed me like that, it seems you were having a nightmare, are you okay?

—Yes… —he said feeling Rome's pheromones calming him; the idea that he didn't produce them was just a bad invention of his restless mind —Thank you…

—Rest, Highness, it's still early in the morning… —The opposite eyes closed and in less than five minutes, snoring filled the place.

Only Rome was able to sleep, his image together with the Beta prevented Pick from falling asleep. That nightmare kept him awake until it was time to start his day. Normally, when they slept together Rome remained in a green robe that he had given him. Pick watched the garment slide down his shoulder still warm and without holding back, he approached the opposite skin to kiss it.

The heat on his lips caused such a feeling of peace and tranquility that before he even realized it, he was already covering him with his pheromones. Rome was his.

Pick wanted everyone to know it, including that fool Din. If he could, he would lock him in a glass box so that no one could get close; only in that way would he be calm and not worry about the Omega's stubbornness.

Why did Rome refuse to behave? What was his desire to make him lose his patience? Why couldn't he keep quiet and behave like Lucia?

—Your Majesty, I wanted to ask you something… — They were together in the bathroom, the Omega was washing his back from the edge. —When can I return to my activities?

—I don't understand, what activities? —Pick knew what he meant since it was not the first time he hinted that he wanted to go out.

—I mean… to my duties in the palace…

—You help me bathe and dress, isn't that enough for you?

—Your Highness... don't get me wrong. —Rome stopped his movements and that irritated him —I can keep doing this every morning, but I would like to go back to work outside this room...

—Do you dislike it that much? Many would kill to have your position.

—It's not that, Your Highness, it's just that I'm not used to staying in one place for so long —The Alpha remained silent —I want to go back to my room...I feel better now...

If Rome returned to his chambers, surely his nightmare would become a reality. Pick didn't want to leave it on a silver platter to the dirty Beta, he was his.

—Would you like to live with my concubines? I can give you a much more spacious room, you won't have to share and you'll be more comfortable...

—Your Highness... —Rome's voice turned into a tantrum —Please... don't be mean to me... let me out...

The Omega was fed up. It had been almost a month since he drank the antidote and the Emperor still refused to let him be free. He missed Din and his life outside the four walls. He needed his personal space.

He turned his gaze to Rome to tell him that he would definitely have to stay locked up, but as soon as their eyes met, he was surprised to see small tears forming on his face along with a pout.

—Rome?—he asked stunned to see him in that state.—Are you going to cry?

The Omega turned around and covered his face because he knew he couldn't hide the fury that was running through his body. The helplessness of not being able to make his own decisions and depending on someone else made him so angry that he couldn't help but cry.

Instead, Pick mistook the tears of rage for pain. He thought Rome was very sad and depressed by his cruelty. Without holding back, he got out of the water and pulled him to his chest tightly. His calming pheromones quickly covered the entire place, causing the Omega to relax and lean on him.

—Do you want to work so much? —he whispered in a sweet voice while the other nodded —It's okay, My Rome. You can go back to work, but you must come sleep with me.

—Why? —The younger spoke to him with a pout —I want to sleep in my room, my clothes and my things are there…

—You don't have to worry about that, I asked other servants to clear a space for you in my closet.

—Your Highness...

—Rome... —Pick pulled him towards him while he put his hand under his clothes. The Omega felt the pheromones change from calming to dominant that covered him causing him excitement —Now it's a good morning...

—Your Majesty... —Rome carefully removed the other's hand, he knew what the Alpha was trying to do.

—Why do you insist so much? Is it because you want to sleep with that Beta?

—No, your highness. —The Omega knew he had to be careful with his words. —Din and I see each other practically four times a year, he travels a lot. I want to leave because I enjoy my room, sir. Before I met your grace I shared the place with five people and now that I can be alone, I like to have my own space.

—This can be your space.

—Your highness... I thank you very much, but... this is not right —Despite knowing that Pick could explode against him at any moment, Rome was willing to make his point clear. For him, his freedom was important. —I think it is not right for a servant to live with you, sir. People can talk.

—Who would dare to talk about the most powerful Alpha in the nation?

—Still, I do not think it is appropriate. —The younger remained firm —Not even the Empress shares her bed as much as I do. I do not want her to feel displaced because of me. Look what happened with the concubines...

—Do you want me to share my nights with them again?

—If Your Majesty wishes, that seems perfect to me.

Seeing that Rome didn't care what he did infuriated him. Pick expected jealousy, bad faces or annoyance as concubines usually did, but the Omega certainly didn't feel anything for him. He practically didn't care as if he were any other man.

Despite being angry, the Emperor scolded himself for his thoughts of wanting Rome to be jealous of him. Rome was right, he was the most important Alpha in the nation, he could afford to have thousands in his bed. Courtiers and concubines much better than a simple unimportant slave.

He decided to let Rome go.

If the Omega shared his bed with another servant he didn't care, as long as he fulfilled his task of giving him pheromones was more than enough. He didn't need it.

The only thing that really bothered him was that Rome seemed to be living well, without even thinking about it. He was supposed to be the Emperor, all day long he should be going around in the Omega's head. However, he barely came to visit him if he didn't send for him.

But he didn't need it.

He had a full-fledged concubine to take care of him. Since that morning when they talked, the Alpha went back to frequenting concubines, but none of them were the same. They all pretended moans and made shameless movements to win his favor, but it was obvious that they trembled with fear. None of them were as natural as Rome, none of them felt as good.

Not even the empress could reach his ankles.

—I missed you very much —said Lucia lying on the bed —You were very sweet to me and the baby.

—Yes. —It was his dry answer. The cold gesture did not go unnoticed by the woman, but she preferred to lie. The concubines had already told her that Pick looked scattered and pensive after their encounters.

She had also been told that Rome apparently no longer frequented the chambers much, that he worked diligently and that he seemed to have lost his grace. Lucia doubted that gossip. After the attempted murder and that bloody pact, it was more than clear that Rome was very precious to her husband.

Surely the distance was due to keeping up appearances so that the jealousy that almost killed him would diminish.

—Is Rome doing well? —She decided to ask and Pick turned immediately —I haven't been able to talk to him.

—Do you talk to him?

—From time to time. —The woman began to rub her swollen belly —Sometimes he helps me in my day to day, he is very good at his job.

—The best. —She could hardly get words out of the Emperor, but she wanted to continue talking, so she insisted.

—Yes, he is extremely diligent with the tasks assigned to him... how is he?

—He is perfect. Enjoying the new life… —The tense tone of her husband's voice caught her attention, apparently, that event continued to bother him.

—He gave us a big scare, right? He was saved by a miracle...

—If he had died, I would have gone to the afterlife for him. —The woman pressed her lips together. It almost sounded like her husband liked Rome. She decided to push that thought away.

She was the Empress, the only one who shared the bed with the Emperor at that moment. Suddenly, the sight of her clothes crossed her attention. The Alpha handed her the clothes and Lucia knew what he was asking her non-verbally.

Pick did not like spending the night with anyone, he hated sharing the bed because he moved a lot. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, she got dressed and left.

Lucia would never anger him on purpose.

.-.-.

The life of a noble was based on working during the day and attending celebrations at night. Whether it was a banquet outside or inside the palace, everyone tried to attend. This time was no exception, the hall was filled with multiple people socializing and strengthening their relationships.

Hidden in small masks, the party-goers sampled the finest dishes from the hands of the large number of servants. Among them, Pick especially distinguished Rome. With a look similar to that of a wolf, the Alpha did not miss a single movement of his prey.

Full of undeniable grace, Rome and his new hairstyle mingled among the murmurs and conversations of the people. He handed them wine to liven up the night and although his face was covered like them, the Emperor could clearly distinguish him.

Seeing him free still caused him various emotions. Pick was clear that his job was to serve the guests, but at the same time, it bothered him to see him so close to other Alphas. Rome's smell was something that only his nose should taste.

Even his presence should be his alone.

He was the most powerful Alpha, so why did Rome dare to behave vulgarly at the party he was giving?

Without concealment, Rome exchanged words five times with the same person. A boy of the same build and without smell, the damn Din. From a distance, Pick noticed that the Omega who normally kept his head down so as not to attract attention, looked up to say things to the Beta and laughed.

What was the funny secret they shared before his eyes?

Blinded by the impulse to possess him, Pick drank the entire contents of his glass and walked towards the two servants who served the wine. The guests at the party turned at his presence, however, he ignored them.

The heat of rage blinded every inch of sanity that could stop him, especially since Rome and Din were so distracted in their conversation that they didn't even notice him approaching.

—Rome. —His voice sounded thick, scaring them and cutting short their pleasant moment.

—Your Majesty… —Rome hurried to bow as soon as he noticed who he was. For the Omega, the tone in which he was called felt dangerous. —How can I serve you?

Pick looked away at Din who was also bowed and waiting for his orders. The Beta, unlike Rome, did not dare to look him in the eyes. He decided to ignore him.

—Are you having fun, Rome? —he asked the Omega with a bad face —Don't you think that what you are doing is disrespectful?

—Sir? —He felt confused and looked at the glasses on his tray —Serve the glasses?

—Don't play dumb with me, Rome —The pressure that the Alpha imposed on him made his throat close, unable to say or utter any word to justify himself —Do you think I don't realize that you are wasting your time talking to Din? Don't you realize how inappropriate it is?

—Your Majesty, Rome and I are working on…

—I'm not talking to you, be quiet —Rudely, the Alpha prevented the Beta from participating in his interrogation.

—Your Majesty, Din and I are just… —But Pick interrupted him, holding him by the arm roughly.

—Are you so shameless that you let your partner touch you in front of all these people? —Rome felt the air leave his lungs, his life and Din's were in danger.

—No sir, it's not like that, we're just working —he tried to explain himself in a panic —I swear we're just working, believe me, Your Highness…

The fury in Pick's eyes along with the rough grip on his arm caused small tears to form in his eyes. Rome tried to contain himself, but terror was overwhelming him. He didn't have to turn his head to notice that all the guests were surely looking at him with fear that a massacre would occur. He felt vulnerable.

—Your Highness—Miraculously, Porsche arrived next to the Emperor and placed a hand on his shoulder—Please, don't make a spectacle—He whispered in his ear—You can continue the talk in a more private place…

Pick shook his shoulder with evident anger and without letting go of Rome, he walked towards his friend. —Nothing is happening here, I'm just reminding them of their place.

With force, the Emperor pushed him back and returned to his seat. The servant wiped away the couple of tears that managed to slide down his face and prepared to continue with his work. Din did not cross paths with him again that night, they became strangers.

At the end of the celebration, one of the guards approached Rome and told him that the Emperor was waiting for him in his chambers. With fear, the Omega mentally prepared himself for whatever was going to happen to his integrity.

He entered the room and the dominant pheromones caused him to fall to his knees. His body tensed when he heard the door close behind him. Pick's presence was in front of him, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

—Is that what you like, Rome? Making a show in front of everyone?

—Your Majesty...please listen to me...I swear I wasn't doing anything...—His tears came out involuntarily. —I swear I was just working, we didn't even talk...

—I saw you smile —Pick walked towards him with a firm step and bent down to hold his chin. —Did I see wrong? You seem very comfortable with Din, did you think I wouldn't notice?

—Trust me, please...

—Listen to me carefully, Rome —The Alpha's eyes were sharp, almost piercing him —You are mine, behave or I will lock you here forever. —Rome trembled upon hearing those words.

For the first time, he felt the real weight of what it meant to be under the Emperor's rule. His life, his decisions, even who he could talk to or share his time with were in the Alpha's hands. Without getting up, he continued to cry when Pick walked away from him.

He felt less free than ever.

.-.-.

His relationship with Din was a secret.

Since no one knew, it was not abnormal that they were sometimes assigned jobs together. The night of the banquet, when Rome returned, together they came to an agreement to distance themselves at least outside of their room.

None of them wanted their heads to roll down the halls of the palace.

It was more than obvious that the Emperor had one eye on them, so they pretended to be strangers. They even avoided having sex so that Rome's body would not have marks or signs that another person had touched it. Surviving was more important than being intimate.

That afternoon, Rome was in the imperial garden watering the Queen Mother's flowers, when he suddenly saw Din waving to him from a distance. His companion was hiding behind a large tree and seemed to want to tell him something.

—What's wrong? You know we can't see each other in public, tell me at night.

—I won't be there tonight —Din grabbed one of his hands and kissed the back of it —My Master just came back and told me we're going on a trip, my love…

—No… Why so fast?

—It hasn't been fast —The Beta smiled —I lasted almost two months here, it's just that... you were a little distant because... you know what...

—You're right —Rome hugged him —I'm going to miss you a lot, come back healthy.

—Of course. I'll be back in three weeks, will you wait for me?

—All my life —The Omega still didn't let go —I love you and I'll wait for you in our place.

—I love you, my Rome. Behave when I'm outside, don't fight with anyone...

—When have I not? Fool...

While they hugged each other thinking that no one was watching, Pick clenched his fists from a nearby balcony. His jaw contracted more and more with each passing second, he hated seeing how comfortable Rome looked with Din. The omega smiled shyly at him and swayed his body flirtatiously, he could hardly stay still from the excitement of seeing "his partner."

Unable to contain himself, Pick went out to face them. His steps were firm, a sign that no one should dare to cross his path. When he reached where they were, he spoke in a deep voice.

—What do you think you're doing? —The two young men jumped apart and looked at him in fear —Rome, come here immediately.

—Your…your Highness…we were…

—I haven't asked you anything, come here. —The Omega walked slowly to where the Alpha was and bowed.

—Your Majesty, we were just…

—Be quiet before I cut your tongue —Rome's face turned pale as did the Beta's —I don't want to see you so close in a public place, understood? —Din nodded and, overcome with fear, remained bowed.

The breeze moving his hair along with the absolute silence made him realize that he was left alone. He managed to look up just in time to see Rome being dragged away by the Emperor.

He prayed silently that his mate would be safe and sound until he returned.

Din loved Rome with all his life.

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The Omega didn't even dare turn his head back to see Din. The force with which Pick carried him inside the palace was scary, he was sure he would receive a punishment. His only consolation was that at least the Beta wouldn't be hurt.

He never thought that the Emperor would see them, but he was grateful that his boyfriend's humanity hadn't been compromised. The grip on his arm hurt, as did his feet from trying to keep up with the Alpha. He felt that little by little tears were forming in his eyes, but he didn't want to cry, he hated to show weakness.

It didn't take long for him to realize that they were going towards Pick's chambers. After all, it was already a fairly familiar path for him. Helplessly, he felt in his throat the desire to scream and ask him not to touch his body. He knew that possibly the Alpha would be rough to show dominance and that scared him, he was not prey to be treated that way.

His body fell carelessly onto the bed as quickly as Pick climbed on top of him. The opposing lips landed on his neck and he felt the tongue slide carelessly along his skin along with the teeth. Surely that would leave a mark on him.

—I want your pheromones. —he heard in his ear and although he released them, he couldn't help but feel fragile. The assimilation of his position and the difference between them always hurt him.

With the opposite instant submission, Pick lost himself in his animal instincts. He put his hands under the opposite clothes and waited for the pleasurable moan that his action usually caused the Omega; only this time, a sob reached his senses.

Rome was crying.

—What's wrong with you? —he asked scared while holding the opposite face —Why are you like this?

—Don't hurt me, please...

—Do you think I'm capable of hurting you? —Pick felt offended —Don't you know how much I appreciate you?

—But…for Din —The impotence, rage and fear made it difficult for the Omega to speak —You hate me…I'm sorry…

—I don't hate you, My Rome —The Alpha joined their foreheads and looked him in the eyes so he could see his sincerity —It just bothers me that you neglect your duties to flirt…

Despite his fit of rage, it was impossible for Pick to remain upset if the Omega cried. He was always weak before him and his tears.

—We weren't flirting, we were just saying goodbye, Your Highness. —Rome continued speaking softly because of the desire to cry —He's going on a trip, that's why I hugged him, but we didn't do anything else, I swear…Trust me…

—I trust you, my Rome —The elder kissed his scar superficially —I'm just waiting for him to treat you well and that you behave inside the palace. There are many eyes watching you, do you know that?

—I know, Your Highness. Very few people know that he and I have a relationship, we are always careful...and I with you...

—I don't mind you having a partner as long as you continue to perform your duties with me —Pick grabbed the Omega's legs in a sensual way and caused a low moan from him —Would you allow me to enjoy your pheromones? I promise to give you mine.

—Your Highness...—Rome whispered blushing and nodded while hugging him—Okay, thank you...

—I'm sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to.

—Din would never compare himself to you —the Omega continued crying, although he was much calmer now —He has been my support since I got here, he is my partner, but you are my owner. Please, don't feel upset...I am only yours...

A heat rose in the Alpha's chest at the words coming from the Omega's full lips. The sincerity he perceived in the other's voice fascinated him. Rome always found a way to excite him like no one else did. Without holding back, he launched himself towards his mouth and kissed him hungrily.

The servant released pheromones that quickly covered him and produced pleasure. As Pick listened to the moans escaping from his partner's mouth, the word "MINE" echoed over and over in his head.

He was going crazy.

.-.-.

Rome was special.

With Din away, Pick was happy with him and their relationship becoming closer every day. He still felt bad for having scared him, so he set out to please him for the misunderstanding. He asked Porsche to buy a box with several brooches of various colors to adorn the simple hairstyle that the Omega used to wear.

—Do you think he likes them??

—Of course, I picked them —His friend boasted —Are you going to pay me or…?

—You dare to charge your Emperor?

—You dare to steal from your right hand man? —The laughter of both men exploded in the office. Despite their difference in status, their friendship was still intact. —When are you going to give it to him?

—As soon as he walks through the door… —A couple of knocks were heard —Come in! I have a gift for you!

The Alphas smiled when they saw Rome enter, but tensed when they noticed that behind him, the Queen Mother and Empress Lucia came with a smile.

—For me? And so suddenly! —His wife approached the box and held it with both hands —Thank you very much. I love hair clips! Look Rome! Don't you think they are beautiful?

—Yes, ma'am. They are beautiful —The Omega smiled sincerely while he handed out tea on a tray. Pick and Porsche exchanged an awkward glance, but said nothing.

—If you wish, I can put it on you right now so His Majesty can see you wearing it.

—Do it! —she said excitedly, sitting down on a chair —Do you know how good it feels to receive a gift?

—Yes, ma'am, my partner recently gave me an anklet —innocently, Rome revealed the detail without thinking —I don't usually wear it during work hours, that's why I don't have it, I'll show it to you later.

The Empress almost broke her neck turning to look at her husband. Like the Queen Mother, they expected Pick's fury to explode at the revelation that there was someone in the Omega's life.

However, Pick remained impassive.

—Rome... Does His Majesty know that you have a partner? —Lucia felt worried.

—Oh yes, don't worry. The Emperor already knows and doesn't care. I know my place as an object for his service, my pheromones are his alone. My mate is a Beta. —Despite the Omega's confident voice, the two women were hesitant.

At the last banquet it was quite evident that the Alpha was especially jealous of Rome. Both were afraid that the celebration would turn into a sea of ​​blood, but Porsche stepped in before it happened.

The Queen Mother was the one who was most uncomfortable with her son's blatant closeness to the Omega. As Lucia and Rome left the office, she asked for time to speak alone with the Alpha. Of course, Pick tried hard not to show displeasure at the idea that words against Rome would surely come.

—Mom, what's bothering you this time?

—Those brooches look pretty simple compared to the ones the Empress usually wears —Pick clenched his jaw knowing that his mother had found out —I shouldn't tell you, but remember who your wife is. Lucia also needs your pheromones, not just Rome…

—I haven't neglected my duties with her —He answered angrily —Why do you want to complicate everything?

—The Empress would be very happy if you spent more time with her…

—I'm busy, I remind you that I'm the Emperor. I don't have time to waste playing at being the perfect husband.

—True, you only have time to play with Rome.

—Mother! —Pick felt his anger rise —Don't meddle in my affairs or I won't take responsibility for my actions!

The woman showed him a wry smile and bowed before leaving the room. As soon as she took two steps away from the door, her expression changed. She never thought that her idea would bring her so many problems.

With elegance and superiority, she walked to the gardens where her daughter-in-law was sunbathing. When she reached her, Lucia pointed out a chair for her to sit on. Lady Olga looked at the Empress's hair ornaments and mocked.

—Such cheap brooches —she said while receiving a cup of tea —I didn't think my son had such bad taste.

—Yes, they lack class but there's nothing we can do —Lucia looked at the horizon —The truth is that I didn't like them very much, but I had to pretend.

—You are clear that they weren't for you, right?

—Mother, I think you are exaggerating...

—Are you telling me that you don't notice the unusual closeness between Rome and the Emperor? You should behave like an Empress and pressure them.

—Mother, I repeat the same thing I told you yesterday. —The younger Omega tried to take a breath to calm her own nerves—Pick enjoys his pheromones, it's obvious that he loves them, but that's all. If he really liked him, believe me he would have been upset about the anklet, don't you think? He's a jealous Alpha.

—Rather, that omega has so much power over him that he can even have a mate.

—What do you suggest then?

—You must find a way to bond more with Pick —The older Omega showed her a smile —Why don't you try to spend more nights with him? The baby is no longer in danger…

—He doesn't like sleeping with someone, he's very fussy.

—I'll help you. —The smile on the Queen Mother's face gave Lucia a chill. She wanted to bond more with Pick, but without bothering him. She was afraid of infuriating him and losing all the good things she had built little by little.

For a while she avoided following her mother-in-law's plans, but she knew she couldn't continue like this. The longer she took, the more insistence she would have, and that would exhaust her both mentally and physically.

It didn't take her mother-in-law a day to get a box of chocolates brought especially from the north. With Pick, it was better to give him something sweet and edible than anything material. Despite feeling annoyed, Lucia admitted that it was a good idea.

Nothing could go wrong with a simple plan... but she was wrong.

At first the Alpha was very happy and even tried one. The atmosphere between them was happy until Rome came in and offered them a hot drink. Lucia happily accepted the cup while watching the servant approach her husband, but before he could get there, Rome froze in front of the box.

It didn't go unnoticed by her and Pick how the servant looked at the box, almost holding back tears. It was strange to see him so affected, normally the Omega controlled his facial expressions almost perfectly.

—What's wrong? —Pick walked up to him and placed one of his hands on his lower back. —Does something hurt?

—Ah, no, Your Highness —Rome swallowed the lump in his throat and quietly replied —Nothing's wrong, I'm fine…

—What did I tell you about hiding things from me? —Pick's voice demanded information —Don't try to make me angry and answer me, what happened to you?

—Excuse me for my reaction, it's just that those chocolates are from the northern region…

—So? What's the problem?

—I'm originally from there, I hadn't seen them for a long time —he said with nostalgia —Those specifically are made in the province where I was born…

—Then take them all —Lucia pressed her lips in disgust —I like to see you smile.

—Your Highness! —The Empress shouted angrily upon seeing the box in the servant's hands. —I just gave them to him!

—And I just gave them to Rome.

The atmosphere became tense between the spouses, even the other servants and soldiers held their breath at the silent war of the eyes of the Alpha and the Omega.

—Thank you, Your Majesty —Rome acted quickly to avoid conflict —But these sweets are a precious gift from the Empress to you, the right thing is for you to enjoy them and…

—Rome, are you rejecting me? —The Omega shook his head quickly —Eat the damn chocolate or I'll get irritated.

—But Your Highness, I…

—Do you want me to lock you in my room without being able to work? —Rome's skin turned pale —Do as I say or I won't answer for my actions.

Under the Empress' gaze, Rome opened a chocolate and ate it slowly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the taste on his taste buds excited him to such an immense level that tears left his eyes. Each bite brought bittersweet memories to his mind.

—What's the drama? —Lucia said annoyed —It's just chocolate.

—My mother used to make them —Rome continued tasting while crying —The taste was exactly the same as this…

—I'll ask for more, is there anything else you want? —Pick hugged him from behind and glared at Lucia.

—No, Your Highness…thank you…

The next thing they heard was the sound of the door closing. Lucia had left the place full of fury. Rome felt bad, but he couldn't escape from the Alpha's arms.

.-.-.

Lucia looked at the Queen Mother, after telling her what had just happened, the woman remained thoughtful. The Empress knew that the attempts to get closer to her husband would not end yet.

At night, both of them went to the Emperor's chambers. Barely two hours had passed since dinner, so they assumed that Pick was still awake. The outside of the room was guarded by several guards who were surprised to see them.

—Queen Mother —They bowed to her presence —How can we help you?

—Tell His Majesty that we are here, tell him it is urgent —With doubt, the men looked at each other —Why don't you call him? Are you so insolent that you are ignoring me?

With fear, one of the soldiers knocked on the door several times, waiting for an answer. After a minute, Pick peeked out with a scrunched face and his bedclothes.

—Who dares to bother me at this hour? —he asked angrily, but fell silent when he saw the two omegas in front of him. —What are you doing here?

—Son, the baby is restless. —Olga pushed Lucia so that she was in front of him. —The doctor says that the father's pheromones can calm him down. I have come to accompany the Empress so that she does not walk alone through the palace.

—I will go to your room in a while…

—No son, she is tired from standing in the hallway for so long, it is better that you let her enter your room. —The Queen Mother grabbed both of their hands and brought them together. —Lucia is your wife after all…

He looked at his mother with disgust and sighed. Reluctantly, he took a couple of steps inside and they entered with a smile that quickly died. On the bed, Rome was fast asleep and quite naked. The Omega was face down with only a part of his butt covered by the sheet.

Pick hurried to walk towards him and hide his body covered in marks made by his own caresses. His smile as he touched the sleeping boy did not go unnoticed by the two women who pressed their lips together uncomfortably.

—Did he faint? —The older Omega asked.

—He fell asleep. —He answered, still smiling. —We finished about half an hour ago and I didn't want to wake him up, it seems he had a very busy day.

—It would be good if you made it so Lucia could sleep here. She and the baby…

—Mother —Pick interrupted her —Tonight I'm not in the mood to be disturbed. —Due to the thick voice, Rome woke up with a start and was scared to see them.

Embarrassed, the omega pulled the sheet to his body and stood on his feet to bow. His cheeks were completely red as he apologized and ran to the bathroom to get dressed.

The Queen Mother then took the opportunity to ask a servant to change the sheets. Lucia sat on the edge of the bed feeling displeased, but because of her mother-in-law she pretended not to. She watched as they exchanged words and annoyed glances until Rome came out fully dressed.

Without looking up, Rome said goodbye and headed for the door to leave, but Pick's harsh voice stopped him.

—Who gave you permission to leave?

—Your Majesty…—he answered, fearful of the presence of the other Omegas —I thought that…

—You thought wrong. —His gaze left no room for doubt. —I told you that you would sleep here tonight…

—Your Majesty… but the Empress…

—Are you disobeying me? —Pick walked towards him with a frown —I told you that you are going to sleep with me. Don't make me lose my patience.

—Your Highness, didn't you tell me that you preferred to sleep alone? —Lucia asked, feeling hurt at seeing her husband's insistence with the Omega —I thought you enjoyed your personal space…

Pick pretended not to hear her.

The Alpha subtly kicked his Mother out of the room and indicated that Rome lay down on the floor next to him on several sheets. Lucia felt angry and offended, but at least she was the one sharing the bed with Pick. Her husband's pheromones really calmed her son. Even though his belly was still small, the crown prince was already able to react to his father's pheromones.

And so was she. In no time, sleep overcame her and she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she woke up wanting to go to the bathroom; Taking great care not to wake her husband, she was about to relieve herself when she noticed that Rome was not on the floor. Confused, she looked up and got an unpleasant surprise.

On the bed and in Pick's arms, the Omega was sleeping soundly. Apparently, her husband picked him up at some point during the night with such care that she didn't even notice. If she looked closely, Rome was still wrapped in the sheets as if he were a cocoon. It was obvious that the servant hadn't noticed that he was picked up either.

Feeling humiliated, Lucia left the room.

She was not going to allow such disrespect. Although, if she was honest with herself, it hurt her greatly to see her husband's preference for Rome. On her own bed, Lucia allowed herself to shed tears.

But that would be the only time.

The next morning, her sleep was disturbed by the entrance of the Emperor.

—Lucia, my men told me that you left in the middle of the night. Why didn't you tell me?

—You were sleeping very comfortably with Rome, I didn't want to wake you up. —she answered sarcastically—Ah, honey, I recommend that you don't take him to war. The enemy could attack you at night and you wouldn't even notice.

—I was training all day with the army, I was very tired.

—You know, Pick? —the Alpha opened his eyes when he saw her calling him by his name— I'm not going to talk to you as Empress, but as your wife. I'm not stupid, I can see with my own eyes what's going on. I'm aware that this union is nothing more than a political agreement, but I demand respect from you. Have fun with him as much as you want, but in my presence don't you dare put him in a higher position than mine. Give me my place and remember yours.

Pick pressed his lips together, but he couldn't object. He knew the woman was right, he himself was aware that lifting Rome off the floor with Lucia at his side was breaking his marriage, but he couldn't deny the impulse.

—I'm sorry for disrespecting you —He said sitting on the edge of the bed —It won't happen again.

—Okay, what did he say when you woke up and I wasn't there?

—He went crazy and gave me a speech, I hope you don't treat him badly…

—I have nothing against him —The Omega looked away so he wouldn't see the lie and the pain on her face —Rome is just a servant, as long as he behaves and takes care of me there's no problem.

Pick gave her a friendly smile and that made her even more angry. That he was worried about how she was going to treat Rome meant that he was unconsciously still putting him on top of her.

She hated him.

.-.-.

—I can't stand him. —She told her mother-in-law. —He's a fucking opportunist.

—We can't get rid of him yet. The Emperor is very attentive to his condition since the poison. You must be patient.

—I don't plan to sit back while that dirty slave eats my husband every night.

—That's precisely where we can attack him —Her mother-in-law smiled —We can't affect his pheromones, but we can affect his performance in bed.

—How will we do that?

—I've been told that Rome begged Pick to let him work because he was tired of being locked up. Let's give him some real work.

—What if the Emperor finds out? No one can touch his precious jewel.

—It's just work, how much can he be bothered? Rome is a servant, his duty is to follow orders within the palace.

—Excellent —Lucia returned her smile —I will take care of keeping Rome away from him, I will tell him that I need his pheromones for the crown prince. His Majesty swore to me that he would not put him above me again.

—Patience is a quality that develops over time, don't despair. —Lucia nodded as a plan formed in her head.

The Empress was not a weak woman. If she was going to become Queen one day, she could not allow her feelings to dominate her. She was smart and had many tools to remind her husband and the stupid servant what their positions were. Lucia was not willing to let the order that she and the Queen Mother had established with such impetus be altered.

Rome was a stone that would have to be removed from the road.

And if it was possible, there was not much time left for that.

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For the Empress and Queen Mother, it was very easy to put their plan into action.

First, they went to the royal doctor and threatened him to tell the Emperor that Lucia's condition was still very fragile and that she needed his pheromones every night. With that move, they made sure that at least the nightly encounters with the servant would be interrupted.

Separating them during the day was difficult but not impossible. They thought about entering the Alpha's office every time they were together, but it was not necessary. Porsche received news of a possible attack on the Kingdom from the survivors of Odarude, so Pick, along with the army, was busy daily with plans to strengthen the defense against a possible war.

Without the Alpha's supervision, overloading Rome was a piece of cake. The second part of the plan was to assign Rome as one of those in charge of the kitchen, which was the furthest place from the Emperor's office. In order not to raise suspicions, he was first an assistant, although he would always have to lift pots and loads that were both heavy and dangerous. On the same day, the head chef would also yell at him for his mistakes and even demote him so that he would end up taking care of the trash.

The women lied to the head chef, telling him that it was the Emperor's orders, so he carried out the task of harassing the Omega without complaint. Despite the mistreatment, Rome never complained; he continued his work without problems since he really wanted to work.

Therefore, the treatment worsened with the days. It was no longer just the kitchen, but he was also assigned to the dungeon. Rome found himself locked in a cold and humid place, face to face with the tortured man who tried to kill him. The Omega ignored him, but every time he turned his head he felt nauseous.

Disgusted by the sight of his executioner, he approached the person in charge of assigning tasks to reach an agreement and exchange places, but he got nowhere. All the other servants were just as busy or busier than him. According to what he was told, with the war around the corner, the palace was like a circus full of people.

When he thought his luck couldn't get any worse, the women intimidated the administrator into taking away even his hours of sleep. Some servants had to attend to the soldiers who stood guard at night and Rome was one of them. The work was exhausting especially since sometimes he had to bend over and work double shifts, but the omega tried to show his best face for the Emperor's men.

And also, his pride didn't allow him to show weakness. He refused to let the other servants notice that he was tired. From time to time he still heard them talking behind his back. They all kept saying that he received special treatment just for opening his legs. He felt humiliated and for that reason he worked tirelessly.

It was two weeks in which Rome worked himself to exhaustion. He felt that if he worked another day at that pace he would die. He felt physically and emotionally affected. He missed the Emperor and his quiet nights, praying every day for the threat of war to end or for it to break out but for something to happen. The helplessness was on the verge of making him cry if he lived another day in the same conditions.

With Pick busy, some servants took the opportunity to do evil things to him. “Innocent” accidents like tripping him or pouring cold water on him became repetitive acts. Sometimes, he even had to clean the same area twice because someone “accidentally” spilled something.

His breaks were a privilege of just a few minutes; eating or drinking water was practically forbidden. Rome had never before felt so much pressure to see the palace sparkling. Exhausted and annoyed, he found himself in the solitude of the main hall cleaning the floor. He was sure it was already past seven in the evening, but he couldn’t leave until everything was spotless.

His knees and hands hurt. He felt frustrated and annoyed, he wanted to go out and eat something. He hadn’t put food in his mouth since the day before. He was sure that the irritation he felt would explode if the manager assigned him another task.

—My Rome…—At that voice, his movements froze —My dear Rome…

—Your Highness…—he said while an alarm went off in his mind —How can I help you?

—I want your pheromones —Pick looked happy —We finally solved the problem with Odarude, why don't we go and have a personal celebration?

Rome shouted a huge NO in his brain, but on the outside he had to pretend. He had no intention of making the slightest effort to please the Alpha.

—Your Majesty, I have to finish this important task that has been assigned to me…

—Is cleaning the floor more important than me? I've been looking for you for almost an hour and you're not even going to give me your time? You have a lot of courage.

—No…it's not that…—Rome knew contradicting him would bring problems. At least, after being with the Emperor he could sleep in a warm bed.

He just had to resist and try a little harder.

He stretched out his arm tiredly for the Alpha to take it with enthusiasm. He watched as another servant took his place to clean and of course he didn't complain, he hated cleaning the floor. As soon as they crossed the Emperor's chambers his lips were hit hard by a hungry kiss that took his breath away.

—I missed you so much…—Pick whispered, running his tongue along his neck. —I craved your scent so much…

Rome released his pheromones and delighted when he felt the opposite ones. When he touched the softness of the bed he remembered the clouds in the sky. Even though the Alpha's lips were kissing his chest eagerly, he couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the padded surface.

Pick opened the Omega's pants without stopping his caresses to later place multiple kisses on the opposite pelvis. That place always caused a high-pitched moan in his partner as well as an agitation that excited him.

He ran his tongue lovingly waiting for the sound, but he didn't hear it. Hesitantly, he looked up and noticed the quiet, contrary breathing.

He had fallen asleep.

—Rome!! — he shouted, consumed with anger — How dare you fall asleep?! Don't you want me anymore?!

—Your Highness... I... I... I'm sorry... — Waking up to find the Alpha's enraged face was his worst nightmare — I'm tired... I didn't mean to...

—Tired? What were you doing that you got so tired? Who were you with? Are you sleeping with someone else? — Pick moved away from him angrily and grabbed his sword to point at him threateningly. — Don't you dare lie to me!

Frustrated and exhausted, Rome began to cry and covered his face.

— Sorry... sorry — he repeated.

— What? Did you sleep with someone else? Who did you lose your strength with? Answer me! —Pick tried to hold back from killing him. Rome admitting that he was with someone else almost made him lose control, but again, his tears weakened him.

—I haven't slept with anyone! —The Omega tried to control himself, but he was at his mental limit. —I haven't stopped working for weeks. I've been up and down all day, I haven't even eaten anything since yesterday, I'm so tired!

It was the first time Pick heard Rome complaining about his work and even more incredible, showing vulnerability like that in front of him.

—Rome...

—I want to comply, but I have no strength, I'm hungry! Everything hurts, I just want to sleep! If you're going to kill me for falling asleep then do it, I can't take it anymore!

The emperor watched the crying boy and approached the door.

—Krist —he called to his personal guard —Bring me something to eat, you have two minutes.

In less time than he thought, several servants entered with various plates of food. Even though there was a table in the room, the Emperor told them to sit on the bed in front of Rome. The Omega looked at the food while helpless tears continued to fall from his eyes.

—Eat first, we'll talk later. —Depending on how he behaved, Pick would verify his words. He quickly realized that he was not lying. Rome ate quickly and eagerly, even choking. At one point, the Alpha had to stop him so that he would eat much more slowly and not get sick to his stomach.

—Are you done? —The Omega nodded with food remains in his mouth. —Pick smiled tenderly and approached to clean it —Tell me, what have you been working on these days?

Rome did not omit any detail of his exhausting work day. Pick did not interrupt him, but encouraged him to continue venting about the abuse he was a victim of.

—I've been very busy these weeks and I haven't been able to take care of you properly —he said calmly— If you worked by my side every day, I could check on the tasks assigned to you. I know you don't like that because you want your space, but I'm the only one who can help you.

—It's okay —Rome was so defeated by exhaustion that he didn't hesitate. —I'd rather take care of you, Your Highness, thank you…

To the Alpha's surprise, the younger showed him a smile and climbed on top of him. Pick squeezed his hips happily and kissed him.

—Aren't you tired?

—I am, but I want to thank you for being so good to me…

—Excellent. —The Emperor kissed him again, but stopped and forced him to get off his legs. —Wait a moment, I need to go to the bathroom.

Rome nodded at his words and sat on the edge of the bed as a sign that he was obviously going to wait for him to act. The Alpha, despite wanting it, knew very well that he was going to fall asleep again. He counted to one hundred to calm down and slowly went out to his room.

He was not wrong.

Still sitting, Rome was snoring deeply asleep. The difference was that this time he did not get upset, but gently placed him between the sheets and lay down next to him. The Omega did not even pretend to wake up, he just settled on the other's chest and continued to navigate the world of dreams.

Pick fell asleep almost immediately and also woke up first. That was another way to prove that the servant's words were true; normally, it was Rome who got up early and prepared to assist him on a daily basis. That he was still asleep meant that exhaustion was still ravaging his body.

—Nobody make any noise—He ordered another servant—If he wakes up, tell him to wait for me. He can bathe or eat, but he is forbidden to leave here until he speaks to me.

After giving specific orders on how to care for Rome, Pick grabbed his sword and headed to where he knew the person in charge of assigning tasks was. The man did not notice his presence until it was too late and half of his left arm was cut off.

Blood and screams ran through the main room, the other slaves knelt and looked away. Nobody wanted to intrude on whatever was happening.

—Your Highness! —the wounded man shouted desperately—Have mercy on this servant! Forgive me!

—How dare you overload Rome? —he said angrily—Why did you assign him chores until he fainted? Do you want me to cut off your head?

—No, Your Highness, forgive me! —The servant cried—The...the Queen Mother...she ordered me to...

Pick was silent for a moment and evaluated the reasons the man would have to lie and say it was his mother. He found none, so he continued with his facade.

—From today Rome will work directly for me. If I see that you or anyone else tries to harm him again I will cut off your other arm.

With fury and confusion, he went to his mother's chambers to confront her. He did not find her. According to some servants, she and the Empress went out to the garden to enjoy breakfast. At that moment the Alpha realized that lately the two women were very close; if he thought about it, the doctor told him that he had to spend time with Lucia and he had neglected Rome so as not to bother her. He was furious at falling into his own family's obvious trap.

If necessary, he was willing to threaten them so they wouldn't mess with him again, but first he had to get them to confess. When he got to the Imperial garden that was next to the flowers that Rome always watered, he saw them. They didn't see him, so he decided to hide and listen to what they were talking about so excitedly.

It was about Rome.

—Yes, Angie told me that he fainted and when he came to, he continued working — his mother's voice was cheerful — She said that he wanted to avoid cleaning the dungeons again and he had to do it anyway.

— He's very stubborn and refuses to ask for help — Lucia seconded her — The good thing is that if he fainted it means that he surely couldn't have sex with Pick last night. I knew that he went to look for him and Rome looked like he was on his way to the slaughterhouse.

The laughter of both Omegas was heard throughout the garden, causing rage to well up in his chest. Cutting the bushes with his sword, he made his way towards them. Seeing him, the two stopped their laughter and exchanged a look of fear.

—I wanted to ask you the reason why you had given Rome more work, but instead, I'm going to thank you. —Pick waved his sword in the grass cutting the flowers that his mother cared for so much —You know how stubborn he is and you can't imagine how much I insisted that he work only for me, but he kept refusing. Now, thanks to you who pressured him, I proposed it to him and he accepted without thinking twice. Mother, Lucia, thank you, you sent him straight to my hands...

—Pick! —Lucia couldn't stand the humiliation —I'm your wife!

—And have I failed in my duties? I have you living well, I give you my pheromones and we share the bed from time to time, what are you complaining about?

—Do you think I don't notice how you look at him? Maybe he doesn't notice, but mother and I do!

—So? What's the problem?

—You like him… —The Empress felt her eyes moisten—You like that Omega.

—So what if he does? —Lucia's heart broke. —He's under my command, I can do whatever I want…

—And Rome knows? —His mother interrupted and Pick tensed —The concubines told me that a long time ago he refused to live with them because he wants his freedom.

The emperor remained silent.

—If he finds out, he will surely want to run away from you, he does not love you.

—I will not tell him —His voice became thick and threatening —And if you want to stay alive, you will not do it either.

—We are going to have a child... —Lucia cried from helplessness —I am going to give you a son.

—Whom I will love with all my life.

—Just like you love Rome? —The Alpha pressed his lips —You can continue loving him son, in the end, he will leave you.

—He will never leave my side, he is mine.

—Rome will hate you —Lucia said with hatred —He will never be yours.

—Shut up! —Pick pointed at them with his sword —I do not want to hear more about this! Behave yourselves and keep acting like nothing happened or you'll keep talking in the other world!

Still grumbling, the Alpha headed to his room to meet the Omega. What had just happened was still going around in his head, he didn't know why he had told them that he loved Rome if the truth was that he only desired him. Unintentionally, he had just put a rope around the little servant's neck. Now he would have to protect Rome twice as much to prevent him from being the victim of a murder. The instinct to protect invaded him.

He entered his chambers and found that the bed was empty. The fear that someone could kidnap or kill him caused his chest to hurt.

—Who dared to let him out?! —he shouted to his guards —Where did he go?

—Your Highness? —The Omega poked his head out from the bathroom —What's wrong?

—Rome…—the Alpha pulled him into a very strong hug —How are you? How do you feel?

—I'm fine, thank you for letting me rest. I was very upset yesterday.

—Calm down. You were at your limit —Skillfully, Pick walked without letting go of him to the bed —Would you like to take a couple of days off? They would help you recover.

—It's not necessary, Your Highness —The Omega gently pushed him away —Eh... I wanted to talk to you. I know I told you yesterday that...

—Rome —He interrupted him knowing that he was going to regret what he had said —From today you are going to take care of me. I want this place clean, as well as my sword and my office.

—Yes... about that...

—I hope you don't think that since you are going to work for me I am going to be soft —Without intending to give him a chance to back out, Pick made it clear that he would not give him special treatment —I will not have compassion for you. If you do not work properly I will punish you just like everyone else.

Rome was stubborn, the Alpha had to make things difficult for him or he would really leave his side.

—Can you read? I need help with some paperwork from time to time. Also with the supervision of the horses and the weapons. Don't think that taking care of me is an easy job. I need daily reports of everything. You will also be in meetings, if you don't know how to behave you will take etiquette classes. Don't you dare embarrass me.

—Your Highness... —Rome looked surprised and convinced. That excited the Alpha, but it didn't change the serious expression on his face. —I will work hard, I promise I won't let you down...

—You must also continue to take care of me at night, I don't want you wandering around the palace.

—Of course. But... Can I go back to my room when I'm done?

—Are you uncomfortable here? —The Omega's small body crashed against the sheets at the same time he felt the Alpha's weight on top of him —You slept very well last night…

—Please… —He didn't like the insistence —At least…At least when Din is here…Please…

Although it obviously bothered him, Pick didn't want to argue. The important thing was that at that moment Rome was at his side and under his body.

—Only when Din comes back —said the Alpha with a sigh —Sometimes when I spend the night with the Empress, you must come when she leaves. Understood?

—Yes Highness…thank you for being so good to me…

Pick smiled pleased with the Omega's sweet voice and kissed him. Without waiting any longer, he produced an immense amount of pheromones and covered him completely. Rome was immediately intoxicated by the Alpha's scent and allowed him to take him passionately.

When he finished, tiredness again dominated his body. Still, he tried to get up, but a new wave of pheromones, this time calming, filled the entire room and without even being able to fight the sensation, Rome fell back to sleep.

Silently, the Emperor watched as his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing. The idea that Rome might one day want to escape disturbed him. He brought his thumb to the opposite jaw and moved his head to the side to expose his neck. His nose quickly rested on the warm skin and he breathed in eagerly. The instinct to chain him forever was tempting, but he restrained himself.

—In this life...—Pick whispered, drawing him to his chest—you will serve me forever...

.-.-.

Working for the Alpha was new and challenging. He never thought the Emperor had so many things to do in one day. Rome knew how to read some letters thanks to his mother, but the documents Pick wanted him to take care of were complicated.

Luckily, Rome was quite organized and learned very quickly. Keeping some inventories was much easier for him because of the numbers. And if he didn't know something, Porsche or someone else guided him patiently. His life was really getting better.

He felt even more valuable than before. He was no longer a simple and ugly servant, now many of his former companions respected him and were even under his command. He didn't feel as tired and from time to time he even had time to drink tea with some concubines. They also seemed to love him or at least pretended to.

And with Din things were also great.

—My love! —Rome saw him and jumped on the Beta. Just like always, they took advantage of the time. Without waiting, they both took off their clothes and gave themselves to each other. Despite his encounters with the Emperor, Rome still loved spending time with his partner.

—How have you been? A lot of work? —The Beta kissed his shoulder with love —You are very thin, my Rome…

—The palace has been busy because new animals arrived and I have run up and down, but let's not talk about me, how long are you staying?

—I'm leaving tomorrow, but I'll be back in a week —His boyfriend kissed him again —The important thing is that we were able to give each other love…

—It's always nice to feel you… I missed you so much…

Before they could even hug you again, the sound of the door interrupted them.

—Rome, the Emperor needs you. —Like a spring, the Omega jumped from his place and prepared to go meet him. —Hurry up!

The guard's insistence was so much that he could barely clean himself. Under Din's gaze, he fixed his hair and left. He hoped with all his might that what he had just done would not be noticed or he could be punished. He was so excited to see Din that he forgot that they were not intimate so as not to anger the Emperor.

—Your Highness... —he commented from a distance when he entered the elder's room —How can I help you?

Pick was already aware that Din had returned and also knew what they were doing since his men were watching Rome all the time. Still, he wanted to play with the Omega.

—Why are you so far away, Rome? —The servant walked slowly towards him —Hey, what is that smell? —He saw him tense and held back a laugh —Doesn't it smell like... sex to you?

—Huh? Sex? No...no, Your Highness...Not to me...

—It does smell like sex to me, could it be that someone had sex without telling me? —Rome paled. —Did you enjoy it, dear?

The Omega opened and closed his lips several times, but nothing came out. He was about to cry from fear, but the Alpha burst out laughing.

—Let's take a bath —Pick commented in a good mood. Even he himself was surprised that he wasn't enraged.

Inside the Emperor's large bathroom, Rome felt confused. The Alpha's calmness was not normal.

—Your Highness... aren't you upset with me? —Pick raised an eyebrow without understanding —Because...because I was with Din...

—In the end you come back to me, right? —One of his hands lowered to the opposite intimacy and Rome let out a gasp —Give me your pheromones, Rome.

The Omega released his essence at the same time he felt the Alpha's sneak into his nostrils. In less than a minute, the kisses came and went along with the moans. For the rest of the night, he and the Emperor dedicated themselves to warming the bed.

Pick watched Rome sleep deeply. Even though he promised to let him sleep in his room when Din was there, the deal didn't include waking him up. If the Omega had fallen asleep, it wasn't his fault.

If he could separate them before killing him, everything would be perfect.

.-.-.

Din found it strange that the person in charge of receiving the supplies didn't arrive where they usually waited for him. Even stranger was that his Master assigned him to go look for him. The Beta had never submitted a report, his job was only to carry packages and other materials. He asked about the whereabouts of the man who usually hung out in the kitchen and was told that he was waiting for him in the Emperor's office.

Reluctantly, he let out a sigh and headed to the place. He hated the Alpha for what he was doing to Rome. His partner was forced to suffer every day because of his pheromones and he blamed himself for not spending more time in the palace comforting him.

Rome used to be very afraid of Alphas. Every day Din prayed for his companion's peace of mind, asking that he never lack strength. He would free him from his torment.

Although perhaps he was mistaken in his prayers.

—No, Your Highness! It's not 132, it's 137! You've counted wrong!

—You're right! Krist, it seems we lost the bet! —Rome's characteristic laugh reached his ears after hearing the Emperor's voice.

From what he heard, they got along very well. It wasn't like Rome used to tell him; in his laughter there was no room for fear or the tension of being punished for any mistake. It was very obvious that his boyfriend was enjoying the new job. He clenched his jaw in anger and walked towards the office to finally enter.

—I won so you owe me a prize! —the Omega still didn't notice it.

—Krist, bring another box of candy. —Din could see how clearly the Emperor felt his presence, although he was sideways, but he pretended not to as he slid his arm around his partner's waist —My dear Rome loves sugar.

The guard was laughing too. The atmosphere was so cheerful that Din couldn't stand it for long and cleared his throat annoyed.

—Din! When did you come back? —Even though Rome looked at him and smiled lovingly as always, the Beta was still furious.

—I came to deliver the records of the new provisions from the south —The seriousness on his face was evident—I was told that the person in charge was here.

With some discomfort, Rome walked away from Pick and walked towards his boyfriend. His cheeks were flushed from the embarrassment that Din had seen him so close to the Alpha, but he tried to hide it with a big smile. He stretched out his hand to receive the papers, but Din only raised one of his eyebrows.

—Are you the person in charge?

—Yes! Now I am in charge of receiving His Majesty's reports…

—Shouldn't someone more qualified do it? —Rome's smile died at the offense. Even the royal guard was annoyed.

—Rome is a skilled person and the little he doesn't know he learns easily —Due to Krist's response, the Alpha was pleased.

—That's right, don't look down on him, he's very smart. Come here. —With a pout, Rome roughly took the report from him and walked towards Pick who looked at the Beta with a mocking smile. —You can go, we have business to attend to.

As soon as his partner left, the Omega turned to the guard and thanked him for defending him.

—His majesty gave us the order not to allow anyone to disrespect you —Krist smiled at him —Count on me for whatever you need, Rome.

—Yes, yes, thank you very much, now get out of here —The servant held back a laugh at the Alpha's obvious jealousy. He was not surprised to feel his arms surrounding him possessively as soon as they were alone because that was something that was repeated almost every day.

—Thank you for taking care of me, Your Highness...

—I don't understand how you can be that idiot's partner, you should let me kill him...

—He's not bad, he's just jealous...

—Still, he has no right to treat you badly.

—He doesn't. —Despite being upset, Rome still loved Din. He would never allow him to be hurt. —Thank you, Your Highness, how should I thank you?

Rome's pheromones quickly crept into the Emperor's nostrils, who smiled pleased and mounted him on his lap.

—Do you think I can't see that you want to change the subject to prevent me from punishing that Beta? —Rome stole a passionate kiss from him. —It seems that I am very distracted and I get carried away by good smells. How foolish...

The omega smiled flirtatiously and nodded at his words.

Anything for his partner.

Chapter Text

When Rome was finally able to free himself from Pick, he headed to his room almost spitting fire. He wasn't surprised to see Din waiting for him with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

—How dare you talk to me like that in front of the Emperor? —he said, closing the door so that no one could hear them —For the first time I have a good position where they don't mistreat me, but rather value my abilities and you make me look like an idiot!

—Your abilities in bed, you mean —Rome was speechless —Don't forget how you got to that position.

—How dare you say that to me? —The Omega walked towards him angrily, but Din didn't cower, but instead faced him firmly. —You're an idiot!

—Idiot? You idiot who doesn't realize how much you hurt me! —The Beta pushed him away while tears ran down his cheeks. —I'm fed up! Do you have any idea how I feel when I hear you laugh with him? Can you imagine how it feels to see that bastard touch you with such confidence? The way things are going, you're going to be the second partner he takes from me!

—You... you know I have no choice...

—Oh no, don't you dare use that card on me. —Rome felt his own eyes moisten with guilt —It's already more than clear that you enjoy spending time with him. This isn't about sex anymore, you're genuinely happy with him. I love you Rome, I thought you loved me.

—I love you too, but I really can't...

—Can't you refuse? It's not like you feel like it either! —The Beta walked towards him making him back up until his back touched the wall —He uses you, manipulates you and you enjoy it!

—It's not about whether I enjoy it or not! —Rome insisted on calming him down by putting his hands on the other's chest. —Listen to me, please. I love you with all my soul, but my situation is complicated.

—Complicated? For me it's very simple, Rome. He's more important to you than what we have. You value him more than our plans and goals. You prefer him over me. You like him more than I do…

—Are you even listening to yourself? How could you think that I'm going to love him more than I love you! —Tears finally left Rome's face. —I can't do anything now! He has too much power to watch me! I can't escape from that! —Both of them trembled with rage and helplessness as they looked into each other's eyes. —I'm trying to survive and I don't want to lose you, but I don't know how to get out of this!

—Answer me something, you're enjoying it now, right? —His partner lowered his gaze guiltily —You're not afraid of him anymore. You like what you do...you like what you became.

—What do you want me to do? Din…just…understand me…

—Do you still want your freedom or did the comforts cloud your judgment and you forgot that you are nothing more than a slave to him?

Rome grabbed the collar of the other's shirt, trembling with rage. A fury ran through his body, but not with his boyfriend, but with himself. Din was right. He was under the care and facilities for so long that he lost sight of his own reality.

He was not someone important. He was just an object for someone else's pleasure; he was a simple Omega who could be replaced at any moment and who, by letting himself go, would lose the most important thing, which was his partner.

—I'm sorry... —he whispered, feeling himself losing strength —I'm really sorry, you're right. —Din grabbed one of his hands and led him to the bed where they sat.

—What are we going to do? Now you are closer to him than ever.

—I can't give up, you know that...

—I know —Rome covered his face in frustration, but the Beta forced him to approach him to whisper in his ear —I think you should leave the palace...

—What do you mean leave? Where? You know it's impossible to get out of here...

—I'll help you sneak away in a cart. —Din hugged him —It's the only thing I can think of to help you escape from his clutches, my love...

—But...

—Don't you love me? —Rome bit his lips in doubt. —I'll be going on a trip soon; it'll be a couple of weeks, but when I get back we can do it. I have an acquaintance who can hide you for a couple of months, you just have to...

—What if I don't want to? —The omega spoke softly, almost in fear. —It's very risky and my safety comes first...I promised mom...

—Then... —Without measuring his strength, Din pushed their bodies apart roughly. —We should break up. I can't stand it anymore.

—I don't want to break up with you —Rome's tears fell as he tried to reach his partner. —You are very important to me, don't do this to me. I'm afraid...

—I'm also afraid of losing you because of the Emperor —He commented allowing the other to grab one of his hands —Let's do something. Right now, I'm very upset with you, but I really love you. How about we have this conversation again when I get back? Will you wait for me?

—Of course —Rome kissed him desperately and then hugged him as he tried to control the shivers that the idea of ​​being alone caused him. —I'll always wait for you.

—Rome... Promise me that you won't fall in love with His Majesty.

—I would never do that! That would be failing myself! —The Beta showed him a smile and urged him to continue talking. —Neither I am going to love him nor he is going to love me. His Majesty is very happy with his marriage, they are even going to have a child. I am just a hobby.

—I am glad you are clear about that. Could you give me a good farewell? I would like to carry your delicious smell in my nose. —Rome bit his lips uncomfortably and Din caught what was not said. —You just slept with him, right? —Rome's head lowered almost to the ground. —Rome, I want you to mark me.

—What? Why do you want that?

—Maybe he won't want to be with you if you mark me...

—Din, what you say doesn't make sense. —Rome felt the anxiety of not being able to control what was around him again —If I mark you, he can kill you because of his jealousy…

—If you mark me, I will be able to feel your pheromones and I will need them. —Din placed one of his hands on the opposite cheek —He won't be able to keep us away, even…your pheromones won't be just for him but for me. We will be connected and if he kills me…you will become a Beta and you won't be able to feel him or give him your pheromones. He's not going to kill me, Rome.

The omega hesitated.

—Do you like his pheromones so much that you're not willing to stop feeling them?

—Of course not! It's just that I'm afraid of his reaction when he sees that he has to share me…

—I have to share you all the time and you don't care…

—Din…I love you and I want to mark you but you know that right now I can't. It's not because I don't want to, but…

—I know, I just hope you keep your mark for me. —The Beta kissed him —Don't mark anyone but me, I will never forgive you. When you feel that you are close to your heat, let me know and I will pretend to be sick to stay here and make you do it to me. Promise me.

—I promise.

.-.-.

The Omega felt nervous.

Even if he didn't want to, Din's words had affected him to the point of feeling guilty. It was true that he was very comfortable with The Emperor, so much so that he allowed everyone around him to be aware of how much he enjoyed working by his side.

The soldiers and the other servants treated him differently, almost wanting to gain his grace. He let himself be carried away by the power of the Alpha when he was just a replaceable object.

In the corner of the office, Rome was left alone and allowed himself to cry silently. The memories of each pleasant encounter flew through his mind making him feel so guilty that he came to the conclusion that Din's words were true, it was best to leave. He didn't want to see the Emperor. He was tired of being used.

Sooner or later he had to escape or he would lose his freedom forever; if not, he needed to mark his partner to show the Alpha that he would never be completely his. And if that cost him death, at least he would die for his own ideals and convictions.

A mental freedom in the middle of physical prison.

—This year it will be here, we have to prepare everything — Sensing Porsche approaching, Rome dried his tears and pretended to sort out papers.

Pick entered with the general and without waiting a second, walked up to him to kiss him. His heart stirred with guilt and emotion alike, causing tears to form again. The Alpha looked at him worriedly.

—Have I hurt you? Why are you crying? —Unable to give reasons, Rome hugged the great man —My dear Rome, tell me who messed with you and I will eliminate him from the kingdom.

—No one, Your Highness…—He whispered in pain —I…I…I fell asleep and dreamed about mom…I'm sorry for worrying you.

Still hugging him, Pick asked for water and candy to be brought. Porsche and several soldiers practically fought over who would do the errand. If it weren't for the fact that they were surely threatened, Rome would have thought that they were fond of him.

—Would you like to tell me about that dream?

—Not really…

—Then don't tell me, but eat this chocolate —The Alpha put the candy in his mouth, dirtying it in the process to make him laugh at the disaster. —Look, these were Porsche's and now they're yours. Show him what he's missing.

—Your Highness! —Rome blushed and looked at the man —I'm sorry, general. I didn't know…

—It's a joke, I don't eat candy —The general ruffled his hair lovingly —If you feel pressured with all the work you can tell us, Rome. His Majesty has no problem with you going to rest in his room.

—Thank you for the proposal, but I enjoy my work very much —The younger dared to quickly deny, he did not want to go to the Emperor's room for a while.

—Excellent. —Pick commented, kissing his cheek —I wanted to tell you that the day after tomorrow the Emperor of Ragus is coming and you will have to be present at the meeting to assist me with the reports. I hope you behave.

—When have I not behaved in a meeting, Your Highness? —The Alpha laughed —It offends me that you doubt my capabilities.

—I don't doubt you, but I do doubt that idiot Ming. He's an Alpha who thinks he's the big deal. He treats his subjects badly and hates Omegas. I can't say anything because the union between our nations is important and we can't go to war.

—You can rest assured, my lord. I have experience in handling difficult Alphas. —Porsche burst out laughing just like other soldiers.

—Keep laughing and I'll cut your heads off.

The only one who laughed was Rome.

.-.-.

—Pick —At the sound of his name, the Alpha turned to see his friend —I mean, Your Majesty…

—If you called me by my name it's because your mouth was faster than your mind. What are you thinking about?

Porsche closed the office door so that no one would hear them. Rome had gone out for drinks, so he approached his friend cautiously.

—Do you think it's a good idea for Rome to be present at the meeting? You know how the Emperor of Ragus is…

—He's not going to do anything to him, I'll be looking after him. —Pick showed him a very confident smile. —Besides, Rome is the one who is in charge of keeping my papers in order. Without him the meeting can go on for a long time and put me in a bad mood. Do you want me to kill someone?

—I'm going to talk to you from Alpha to Alpha. —Porsche sat down. —Ming's pheromones are not a game. You know that during meetings he always produces them in large quantities to demonstrate his superiority even with us. He is the same age as your father was.

—What are you worried about?

—Rome may be affected by his dominant pheromones. I think that if you don't want him to feel bad and in danger you should consider…

—Marking him? —Pick understood what he was trying to tell him. —Do you want Lucia and my mother to kill me?

——A temporary mark on the back of his neck so that he responds only to you. —The general really looked worried about the fragile Omega. —Unless Ming sends him a direct attack, Rome will only react to you for several days. Think about it.

—And you think he's going to let me do it to him? You know how picky he is.

—You can ask him or “accidentally” have it happen in the heat of the night. —Pick smiled.

Porsche's words weren't a baseless speech. Like his father, Ming was a bastard who attacked others without any real motive. In fact, he wasn't surprised if he really wanted to hurt Rome just because he was such a genuine Omega.

But marking him even temporarily was breaking part of the promise he made to Lucia. If he thought about it thoroughly, doing so was also giving the Omega a certain status that could bring him trouble in the future.

Throughout the day, he wandered in his thoughts. If he didn't mark Rome, it was ultimately safer for him not to attend the meeting, but he knew the servant would feel sad to be excluded from something so important.

Rome organized the papers with devotion and care. He checked again and again that everything was in order to avoid mistakes. It was unfair that the credit for his hard work went to someone else. He would tell him.

As always, the Alpha approached him to hug him, being surprised when the minor walked in a poorly concealed way to the other end of the room. Pick then noticed that the Omega was fluttering around the office preventing him from getting closer.

He was avoiding him.

—Let's go to my room... — He whispered in the other ear without stopping to think about what he had done wrong. —Today I feel like taking a hot bath...

—I... Your Highness, forgive my insolence, but... can we meet another night? —Pick raised his face surprised by the refusal —It's just that...I don't feel very well today.

—Why? What hurts you? I'll call the doctor.

—No! —Rome stopped him —It's just that...I don't feel like it...

—It's okay, we can bathe and sleep without any problem...

—Can I sleep in my room?

—Why? What's wrong with you? You're strange today.

—It's nothing bad, Your Highness. What happens is that...Din is leaving tomorrow and I would like to spend the night by his side... —Rome closed his eyes expecting a blow or something, but Pick remained silent —Your Highness?

—Is that it? —The emperor quickly thought of a way to avoid his departure. —No problem, but first you must fulfill your duties with me. Shall we go?

A sigh of relief came out of the other's mouth. Rome nodded at the order with a smile and grabbed the opposite hand to do whatever his Master wanted. At least, he could spend the night with Din. He still felt bad. Not completely, but he was glad that Pick let him choose his own fate.

In the large room, Pick sent for coconut oil and asked him to massage him because his back muscles were tense. The Alpha stripped off his clothes so that only a small piece of cloth remained covering his privates. Rome blushed at the sight, but averted his eyes and avoided commenting.

The Emperor's body was impressive. Despite having hugged him many times, the omega still got hot at the sight of him. Without waiting long, he straddled the man who lay face down on the bed and spread the hot oil all over the skin under his palms.

Pick gasped in relief at the feeling of the other's hands. It wasn't false that he felt tense and stressed. The whole situation of the Emperor of Ragus caused discomfort in his bones.

And the fact that Rome sighed again and again on his back didn't help either.

—Rome, you're going to run out of air.

—Excuse me? What do you mean?

—If sighing was a sport, you would be the world champion — The Alpha continued speaking without lifting his head from his own arms — Tell me, what is it that worries you?

—I think I'm very tired —he said between truth and lie — I've worked very hard these days.

—Would you like to return to your previous duties? I can ask that you be reassigned to cleaning duties and…

—No! —Rome interrupted him —I'm very happy, please don't do that…

—So? Let's change. —The Alpha quickly pushed him so they could exchange positions and ripped off his shirt before he could even protest. —I'll give you a massage so you can relax while you tell me what's bothering you.

—Your Highness, you don't have to do that…

—Are you contradicting me? —Resigned, the Omega lay back on the bed with a pout and allowed Pick's large hands to run forcefully over his shoulders.

The warm oil along with the constant movements really relaxed him. Small sighs escaped his lips when the Alpha pressed on a particularly painful spot, but he didn't ask him to stop, but to continue. It was the first time he enjoyed such a pleasant massage. The sight of the Omega covered in oil along with his little moans was causing Pick to lose his sanity. The Emperor inhaled air to restrain himself from jumping on him. If possible, the oil seemed to be much hotter than before.

A feeling of instinctive possession seemed to want to take over him every time his hands passed over the back of Rome's neck; he wanted to mark him even if it was temporary. He hated Porsche for implanting that idea in his mind.

—Rome… —he said in a calm tone of voice —I think you shouldn't attend tomorrow's meeting.

—What? Why? —The Omega tried to turn around, but the opposing weight prevented him from doing so —What have I done wrong? Please don't punish me, Your Highness. I've worked hard to make everything perfect.

—I don't want to put you at risk —Pick replied, allowing him to turn around, but not to leave between his legs —Emperor Ming is not very good with Omegas. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable or threatened by the presence of his pheromones.

—I can drink an inhibitor or wear a mask. —Rome looked like he was going to cry at any moment —Please... I can cover my nose with cotton and herbs or perfume, but I want to be present... I'll do whatever... please...

—There is something we can do, but I don't know if you're willing...

—Your Highness, I repeat that I will do whatever. I know how important this meeting is for the Kingdom, count on me. What should I do?

—You must let me mark you. —Rome's face lost expression and color —A temporary mark, of course.

—A mark? You mean... Bite me?

—It will serve to make you sensitive to my pheromones instead of Ming's —Pick's eyes were so deep that Rome felt like he could dive into them. It was the first time the younger had observed such intensity and it scared him.

—Is it going to hurt?

—One second and then he'll be relieved. —Pick kissed him. —Are you willing to serve me for a couple of days? I'm placing all my trust in you.

—Is that the only option? —A nod was his only response. —Okay, Highness. I'm yours.

The atmosphere in the room changed immediately. Without any kind of control, the Alpha's dominant pheromones spread through the air forming a thick fog. Even if he didn't want to, Rome's body reacted. His breathing became fast and shallow, almost waiting for a wolf to attack.

Pick bent down to look him in the eyes and instinctively Rome tried to back away in fear, but the bed didn't allow it.

—Don't run away from me...—the Alpha whispered, sniffing him. —I don't want you to move away. You're mine, do you understand?

Submissively, Rome nodded, opening his lips to receive the opposite kiss. Their tongues met with such wild energy that the Omega was afraid again.

—You don't have to fear me —Pick spoke very quietly in his ear —We've done this several times, so stop resisting.

Something felt wrong.

Din's words and their last conversation kept turning around in Rome's mind. Once again, guilt disturbed him and prevented him from giving himself completely. His body shook to escape, but Pick clasped his hands with his and stared at him.

—I can't… —The tears were about to come out —I can't, Highness. I'm scared…

—You can do it. —he said back kissing him intensely —You can do it, Rome. You are strong and brave. Nothing is impossible for you. —Drops of water slid down the Omega's cheeks —You are incredibly strong and you will endure it. Accept what you are, my Rome.

Before he could answer, his lips were taken again at the same time that a gust of pheromones covered him intoxicating him. The contact with the Alpha's skin became so hot that he himself struggled to take off the clothes that were scratching him. He wanted to feel it.

—Your body is more honest than you —The Alpha commented on his back rubbing the oil they previously used —Your heart beats so hard that I'm afraid you'll die in my arms.

—Your Highness…—His voice came out in a moan—Do it…

—It's not time yet…—Their bodies were joined in such a way that there was no space between Rome's back and the Alpha's chest, the movements coming and going along with the hot kisses on the neck, but without traces of a bite.

The fire inside Rome was driving him crazy. Instinct drove him to push against the Alpha carelessly to prolong his own pleasure, completely ignoring the grip of the opposing fingers on his throat.

The need to give himself over was strong, driving him to lose all the fear he felt before. Sitting on the Alpha, he thought he was setting the pace, but it was Pick who directed him with a hand on his hips.

—Will you give yourself to me? —The Emperor panted in his ear and he nodded. —My Rome. My Rome. You are mine, you belong to me.

His words were not empty nor were they in the heat of the moment. The Omega knew that the Alpha's urge to dominate and control him was real, and yet he himself couldn't understand why he didn't mind. He couldn't resist the powerful need to be his.

—Are you going to resist, my Rome?

—Never… —He sighed clouded by pleasure —I'm yours…My Emperor…

And then he was bitten.

.-.-.

The morning after the mark Rome woke up as usual and helped the Alpha get dressed. Because of what they did, he couldn't go back to his room, but he preferred it that way. He didn't want Din to see him and find out about the betrayal, no matter how temporary it was.

—How do you wake up? —Pick asked giving him a kiss on the cheek —You look more beautiful than usual.

—Your Highness… —he whispered blushing covering the mark with his clothes —Please don't treat me differently just because of this…

The Emperor mocked his embarrassment and prepared to continue with his daily activities. Even though no one said anything, Rome felt like everyone was watching him. Although it was foolish, he felt judged as if every servant in the palace knew what he did with the Alpha.

—Rome, I know you're nervous, but can I give you some advice? —Porsche whispered in his ear before entering the meeting with the Emperor of Ragus —Don't release your pheromones to calm the emperor.

—Excuse me?

—I can smell you, Rome. —The general whispered and instructed a servant to light several incense sticks. —Just stay calm.

—But general...I'm not releasing them... —The announcement that Emperor Ming had arrived interrupted their conversation.

The man was a large and imposing Alpha. His eyes were as dark as the night, Rome felt afraid, but at the same time he was glad he didn't feel the dominant pheromones that were surely surrounding him. The air felt tense and silent.

The Alpha and Beta servants accompanying him trembled slightly, but Pick's presence seemed to calm them. Rome stayed by his Master's side, carrying out every word and order assigned to him to the letter.

The meeting flowed smoothly and quickly, the Omega had really done a good job organizing all the information. Even Emperor Ming was pleased to have no setbacks.

—Yes, the vegetables were connected to the water supply to save irrigation work and to prioritize exchange between nations —Pick commented with a smile —We prepare harvest estimate reports according to the seasons. Rome, could you give him one of those?

—Yes, Your Highness. —The omega whispered, walking calmly up to the older man. He was about to deposit the papers on the opposite table when he was suddenly grabbed by the neck and his body crashed into the table.

A pained cry escaped his lips almost as quickly as Pick's sword came out and pointed at the Emperor of Ragus. Without any dissimulation, Ming sniffed at Rome's neck while releasing a burst of dominant pheromones to immobilize him.

The Omega's mark stung with the impetuous need for the calm of the pheromones he used to know, it required Pick urgently.

—What do you think you're doing with someone else's Omega? —The Emperor of Araik asked, brandishing his sword —Let go or I won't answer for my actions! You're in my kingdom! —But Ming not only didn't let go, but he pulled out his own sword and pointed it at Rome.

—Who is your mother?

Rome could recognize him.

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Emperor Ming's eyes were black.

A black as dark as the night Rome lost everything. His body froze and his scar throbbed even stronger than the mark he shared with Pick. The fear he hadn't felt in years enveloped him, making him unable to even run to the Alpha who used to protect him.

Seeing that there was not the slightest intention of getting away from the Omega, Pick launched himself towards the man who skillfully responded to his attack. Rome's small body was at Ming's mercy. From a corner, the Emperor of Ragus smelled him again, almost falling into ecstasy with the fragrance.

—Answer me, Omega —he said, squeezing his body with one of his arms —What is your mother's name?

—What do you think you're doing, Ming? —Pick tightly squeezed his weapon, restraining himself from attacking again and accidentally hurting Rome. —Get away from him!

—As an Alpha, you must not lose your temper because of an Omega —Ming said with a smile. His attention was fully focused on the trembling servant —Your name is Rome, right? Tell his Highness that you are fine and that we are just talking.

But Rome couldn't get a single word out; the man's touch had him paralyzed.

—Tell him —Ming's sword reached his neck —Tell him, Rome.

—Your…Highness…we are talking —He whispered as tears slipped down his eyes —Lower…lower the sword…

—Not until he lets you go! —Both the Alpha and Porsche and the soldiers from both sides held their swords high —What do you want with him? If you want the information so badly he will give it to you, but hand him over to me.

Ming's smile was sinister before he sniffed him again and pushed him to the ground. Quickly, Pick moved to catch his gelatinous body before he fell. Rome gasped in fear as he clenched the other's clothes. Panic paralyzing all his muscles. Seeing him in that state almost made the Emperor of Araik lose his mind.

Would it really be bad to kill Ming with his sword?

—Your servant smells exactly like a concubine I had… —The voice of the Emperor of Ragus sounded laughing as he sat down as if nothing had happened —She was a bitch who escaped from me with another slave. So I ask you, who is your mother?

Pick looked at Rome. The Omega was still hiding in his chest, almost wanting to fuse with him. The urge to protect ran through every bone in his body. He would never allow anyone to harm what was his.

—His parents were Rose and Camilo. Both servants of this palace since they were children…

—If you don't mind, I would like to meet them.

—A year ago, their father fell ill and died; Rose accompanied him a month later due to sadness, so they are not the ones you are looking for.

—I know they are not, I took care of killing them myself. —The mockery in his voice caused Rome to tense up. —They thought that by escaping to a northern province they would not be found, but it was not like that. I simply waited until she had a child with that bastard and then I killed them all.

—And what do you want? A congratulations? —Pick stood up and helped the servant to get up as well —Can we continue with the meeting? I hope there are no more delays.

—Some time later I received the rumor that it was not one but two children —Ming ignored his words as he breathed in the air, delighting in Rome's scent —Are you sure that Omega is not the son of my ex-concubine?

—Your Majesty —Pick clenched his fists and gave him a fake smile —I don't have to lie to you. Rome was born and raised here. He belonged to my father since he was a child and now he belongs to me. You shouldn't look for your ex-lover in my servants, that's disgusting.

—So that omega is an orphan? —Rome tensed. —How many lands do you want for him? I would love to have that fragrance in my bed again.

—He is mine and he is not for sale. —The emperor looked at his faithful best friend and made a sign. The general walked up to them and took the Omega's arm —Take him away. His presence is no longer needed here.

Porsche held Rome tightly to separate him from the Alpha. The servant refused to let go of the man's arm; his body too scared to trust anyone other than Pick.

—Go away. It's an order. —Pick pulled him away roughly —You're in the way, get out.

Pain showed on Rome's face. Deep down he knew he was telling him this so as not to raise suspicions about their close relationship in front of Ming; still, it hurt to be rejected by his Alpha. Tears left his eyes at the same time Porsche lifted him off the ground.

The general left the office without giving him time to complain. In the man's arms, Rome lost all the strength he used to have and began to cry. The tremors in his body made Porsche decide to cover him with his own calming pheromones.

The servant's arms squeezed his neck to the point where it took away his air. The attack had really affected him. That was what he wanted to avoid.

In Pick's room, Porsche pulled Rome away from his body with difficulty and ordered Emma to be called. The servant was covered in ink and food from the table where he was thrown earlier. Porsche asked his friend to please clean him up. The boy's mental state certainly looked strange.

The general stood by the door, waiting for one of the soldiers to bring him information on how the meeting was going. He was grateful that Pick trusted him enough to hand Rome over, especially since it gained him some time with his friend.

——General…—Emma approached and spoke in a low voice —Roró…Roró's skin feels very hot…

—Does he have a fever? When did he get sick? —The woman rolled her eyes and sighed to control her words.

—I mean he is very sensitive and hot…

—Is he hurt? Does he have an infection? The blow was not that strong.

—General Porsche, are you playing with me? —The man blushed at the Omega's astonished look. —Rome is in heat. Can't you smell it? I need you to bring medicine or an Alpha and I don't think Emperor Pick will be very happy with the second option.

The Alpha then watched the servant being placed on the bed while he cried and writhed in the sheets. A couple of Betas tried to cover him, but he cried saying that the heat was killing him. He sent everyone out and asked them to call the doctor. Emma covered the Omega with the Emperor's clothes. It wasn't the first time she saw her friend suffer from his heat, but it was certainly the first time she saw him under the influence of a bite.

—I want... I want the Emperor... —Rome begged disturbed. —Your Highness... Your Highness... Where is Your Highness?

—He's in a meeting, he's coming…

—I need…I need an Alpha…—She nodded at his words and made him drink suppressant medicine, but it didn't seem to have any effect —The general… Is there an Alpha nearby? I can smell him… bring him, Emma….

Porsche was behind the door listening to everything. Even though Rome was marked by Pick, he didn't want to risk tempting him with his pheromones. The whimpers pierced to where he was, managing to despair. The doctor informed him that because of the mark only the Emperor could calm him down. He thought about actually calling him and interrupting the meeting, but it wasn't necessary.

—Go and take my place. —Pick told him with yellow eyes —My Omega needs me.

Temporary or not, the mark also affected the strongest Alpha in the kingdom. As quickly as he entered, Emma was thrown out of the place. The Omega almost flew through the air until Porsche caught her. The closeness caused a knowing blush in both of them.

At least Rome was going to be relieved.

—I'm going to meet with the Emperor of Ragus. Could we meet when I'm free?

—It depends on whether I'm busy or not.

—I'll wait for you. —Emma rolled her eyes as she smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

Anyway, she had nothing better to do.

.-.-.

Rome felt like he was about to die. Pick's clothes weren't enough, the mark hurt so much that he wanted to throw himself out the window. The need to touch him stung in every one of his pores; breathing hurt.

Pick looked at the Omega who had yellow eyes from heat. As much as he wanted to possess him, the Alpha held back when he saw him vulnerable as he tightened his clothes. As much as having him, the Emperor wanted to protect.

—My Rome… —He whispered causing the servant to look at him —Did you call me?

—My Alpha…—Rome answered, slowly getting off the bed. —My Alpha…

The Omega walked towards the older man, releasing pheromones in equal amounts to the oxygen that surrounded them. Pick felt his breathing hitch at the sensual and tempting sight of his partner approaching.

Despite his desperation, Rome knelt in front of him and smelled, almost recognizing him by instinct. The Alpha's control barrier fell when he saw that the Omega's most primitive side was submissively asking him to take control.

Tenderly, the Emperor lifted him off the ground, holding his legs. Rome surrounded the other's hip with his limbs while hugging them and biting his shoulder. A painful gasp came from Pick's lips, but he didn't push him away.

Pick released his pheromones to create the mixture that they both liked. The spicy and humid atmosphere occurred in the room, driving them crazy. Without holding back, the Omega removed the Emperor's clothes and licked his neck, the point where his essence was most concentrated.

It was the first time he experienced Rome's heat and he wanted to enjoy it. The change in his eyes along with the uninhibited movements were something he wouldn't forget. Rome was certainly lost in pleasure and lust. Screaming over and over again to keep him from stopping.

——Bite…—The word sounded like a whisper on the Omega's lips and Pick pushed him away.

—What are you saying? —he asked from below.

—I want to bite —Rome gasped, jumping on him —I want to bite you…

The emperor remained silent. Letting himself be marked by an Omega was unthinkable. No Alpha would let himself be marked even by his wife, much less by a simple servant.

But Rome was different.

—I want…—he whispered again —Your neck…show it to me…

Without thinking much, Pick turned his head and made his skin available. Rome smiled absently and bent down. The Alpha felt the opposing tongue trace the surface and prepared himself for the pain that never came.

A painful moan came from the lips of the Omega who had bitten his own arm.

—No... Your Highness... don't let me bite you... — Rome's tears ran down his cheeks — I can't do it. Help me.

At that moment Pick came back to himself. He felt stupid for making such a mistake. How could he be so weak with the Omega? What had he done to him?

As quickly as it had come, Rome's wave of heat subsided. His small body was covered in sweat and fluids, exhausted enough to clean himself. Seeing his state, Pick decided to carry him to the bathroom.

Inside the water, the Omega remained awake and motionless. The Emperor's chest served as a pillow, but he wasn't sleepy. The calm of feeling close to the Alpha and the shame of his behavior were the only things he could think about.

—Are you feeling better? —The servant nodded, clearly tired. —You had an intense but very short wave, how long do your heats usually last?

—One or two days, but I usually interrupt them with medicine. —The need to get even closer made Rome turn around and hug him, hiding in his neck. —I'm sorry for trying to bite you, Your Highness...

—I know it's not you. My mark and my pheromones cloud your senses. —he said, giving the servant a kiss on the head while caressing his back with his fingertips. —Although, to be in heat you are very self-conscious.

—In the palace I can't afford to lose my sanity, anyone could take advantage of me since Din isn't always there to take care of me.

—He... does he usually spend your heats with you?

—I don't usually have many seasons of heat, Your Majesty. I always drink herbs so that they don't occur, although it inevitably happens to me once or twice a year. Din is almost always traveling, so I'm alone most of the time.

—But doesn't that affect your fertility in the long run? Disrupting your cycle like that…

—Every day has its own problem. —Rome cut his words off. —When the time comes to have children, I'll worry about it. For now, my priority is to work.

—Why do you want to work so much? I thought money wasn't important to you.

—I'm not doing it for material goods, Your Highness. Din and I are saving so we can buy our freedom.

—Freedom? —Pick felt as if Rome had slapped him. —Don't you feel good about me?

—It's not that, Your Highness. My dream is to travel the world. Maybe have children and…

—Do you want to leave the palace? —The Omega contracted in his chest. —Aren't you afraid of Ming?

—Your Majesty… what are you talking about? —Pick pushed him away to look him straight in the eyes.

—The concubine he was talking about, she's your mother, right? —The younger paled —I can protect you, my Rome, but you must trust me.

The young man fell silent and hid himself in the other's neck again. His body inevitably began to tremble, making Pick feel bad.

—I won't let him hurt you, my Rome. —he whispered, caressing him —Would you like to tell me about your brother?

Rome's hands tightened on his side and that was all the answer Pick needed. Without letting go, he lifted them both up to return to the room. He sat the younger on the bed and forced him to look.

—Is Rome your real name? —Tears fell down the opposite cheeks, so he spoke in a soft voice. —Answer me...

—Your Highness... can you really protect me?

—As long as you tell me the truth —Pick smiled as he wiped away his tears —What is your name, dear?

—My legal name is Rome, but Mom called me White…—he said in a whisper—My older brother was the one Ming killed…I thought he didn't know about me…

—How did you manage to escape? Why didn't they know there were two of you?

—The first time I left the shelter I was twelve years old. My parents always told us that the world was dangerous and cruel. Black and I were raised within four walls, the truth is we never saw the need to escape…

—You lived in a shelter? And the other people never saw you?

—No one…—Rome looked at him with melancholy—That's why no one helped us. The night the Emperor of Ragus came to the village and burned down our house, no one stopped him, after all there were only Omegas and Betas with no value. We ran away without knowing that several soldiers were waiting for us. Ming was in front of the door waiting for mom…

—Rome…

—My mother told me to run and pretended not to know me…—The tears left the servant's eyes—Mom gave herself up and begged him not to hurt the people in the shelter…He didn't care and gave the order to capture everyone. Dad was the first to be killed, then followed my brother who was “the only son”. The few of us who survived were wounded and disfigured for life.

—Your mother was a very brave Omega —The Emperor hugged him, pulling him towards his body so that he would lie on his chest —She was incredible.

—I would have preferred to die by her side —On the Alpha's chest, Rome dissolved into tears. The pain of the memories running through his small body. —I don't know why I didn't give myself to them...

—It was your mother's will that you survive, you must honor that, White...

—Don't call me that way, Highness. My old life died that night. I fully adopted the name Rome after wandering the streets and being captured. Some mercenaries sold me as a slave some time later until the old Emperor saw me and brought me here.

—You want me to start a war against Ragus? —The Omega looked up in disbelief —For you...I can do whatever you want just to see you smile.

Rome felt the heat wave return and blushed. An embarrassed pout escaped his lips as he rubbed himself against Pick's chest, enjoying the calming pheromones that had enveloped him for a while now.

—Araik is my home. Here are my people and my new life; thank you for the proposal, but peace is more important than revenge. Let's leave the past behind, Your Highness.

The Alpha hugged him with a smile. A new feeling of pride awoke within him upon learning the truth. If he loved him before, now he was sure he would never let him go.

—I will protect you forever —he whispered loud enough for him to hear—Araik belongs to us, Rome. We will be very happy living here. The kingdom will be a safe place for all inhabitants to roam, no matter if they are children or adults...

—Your Highness, are you excited to be a father? —At the abrupt interruption, Pick was stunned.

—Yes... I have always dreamed of that; Lucia took a while to get pregnant, but once we got pregnant we celebrated with enthusiasm.

—The Empress will soon be seven months old, have you thought of names?

—Not yet. I guess when he is born we will decide together. —The Alpha grabbed one of the hands and played with it —Who do you think he looks like?

—If he is just like the Empress he will be beautiful...

—Are you saying I am ugly? —Rome mocked as he felt his body begin to heat up again. —And I sacrificed myself to help you...

—Sacrifice? Rather you took advantage of me and my heat...

—How ungrateful! —The laughter spread to the younger —Whenever you are in heat you can call me.

—And your heat? How do you usually live it?

—With Lucia and the concubines. Now I will do it with you too, so you must be attentive. Alphas have it twice a year, unlike you who get it every two or three months… well, not in your case.

—Did you know that I met you during my last heat? —Pick nodded remembering their encounter —That day I covered myself with manure because an Alpha was bothering me, but you managed to feel me, it was incredible.

—From that day I knew you were going to drive me crazy with your pheromones, my Rome —The servant felt moisture between his legs, a new wave coming to drive him crazy. His pheromones were released as Pick continued speaking —You are mine, my dear Rome…

—I am yours, your highness… —His eyes turned yellow —Alpha…

Pick pushed Rome against the bed and without saying a word entered him. The Omega moaned, smiling in pleasure and released much more of his essence. The room became hot and spicy again.

The emperor would enjoy each of Rome's heats, he was his.

Despite being immersed in the haze of pleasure, the Omega could clearly hear the possessive gasps of the Alpha. The word "Mine" resonated so much in his ears that Rome would not be surprised if it was tattooed on his forehead.

Inside him, the desire to belong and escape at the same time intersected. The sensitivity of his heat managed to mix their ideas. The instinct to merge, to be together, fought with his desire for freedom. The desire to mark the Alpha continued to itch in his teeth.

He pushed Pick to turn around and not look him in the eyes.

He needed space.

.-.-.

The Alpha's bed was a fluffy cloud that Rome loved to sleep on, especially after his sudden heat. A gentle movement brought him out of dreamland, so he stretched out, opening his eyes uncomfortably.

—Wake up, honey. You must take your medicine.

—Emma? What are you doing here?

—His Majesty asked me to take care of you because you have a little fever, how do you feel?

—The truth is... I feel very tired.

—You must be, yesterday you went a little crazy because of the mark. Luckily, His Highness took care of it.

—I felt like I was going to die or explode and the worst thing is that I know it's not over until my fever goes away... —Rome covered his face complaining and noticed that he was wearing the Emperor's clothes —Why am I wearing this?

—He dressed you and covered you with his pheromones so that you'd be comfortable. He's been very considerate of you…

—As long as it has to do with the bed, he is… —The omega sighed tiredly. —Emma, ​​I need you to do me a favor… You can't say no to me.

—What do you want? You know I'll do anything for you.

—Bring Din, I'm sure he hasn't left yet…—She raised an eyebrow in confusion —I have to take advantage of my heat to mark him.

—What? Like mark him? —Emma became upset without concealment. —Are you crazy? You can't do that Rome.

—Why not? He's my mate.

—But the emperor just marked you.

—It's temporary. Besides, I want to mark Din so he can feel my pheromones, I feel that will make our relationship better and…

—Your relationship doesn't need that! It's dangerous for you to do that! Do you want to be a Beta? What if something happens to him?

—If something happens to him I will die with him… please, Emma…

—No, Rome. That is dangerous, it is leaving your essence for someone else.

—It doesn't matter, I love him. —Facing the doubt in his friend's eyes, the Omega pushed her away, moving the sheets.

—What do you think you are doing?

—I'm going to look for him myself. Get out of here.

—Rome! Calm down!

—I almost bit His Majesty —Rome screamed, feeling like he was about to cry. —I have to mark Din, otherwise…I will have to escape from here.

—What do you mean escape? Do you realize the seriousness of what you are saying? If the Emperor finds out about your plans he can kill you!

—It doesn't matter…Din said he would help me…help me, Emma, ​​you are my only friend.

—It's okay —The Omega pushed him —You have a high fever, Rome. I'll go find him and bring him back without them noticing. Trust me. Sleep for a while while I get back.

Rome fell on the bed and nodded, he felt exhausted. Despite also being an omega, his friend's calming pheromones relaxed him. The Omega gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room. As soon as she closed the door, she saw Porsche standing on the other side with a frown.

—Emma…

—You don't have to say it, General. I would never do anything that would put my head or Rome's in danger.

—How much do you appreciate that Beta?

—Enough that I don't care if he disappears.

—You're smart —The Alpha walked towards her —What will you tell Rome?

—That I didn't find him. I need you to call the Emperor to take care of Roró. If possible, even put him to sleep.

—A couple of minutes ago someone went looking for him. I'm going to tell him what I heard…

—I know…—The Omega hesitated, but looked the man in the eyes —General, can I ask you a question?

—I thought we had become close after yesterday —he said laughing, but the girl remained serious —What's wrong?

—The Emperor… what does he have planned for Rome? I know he's not in love but the possession he has over him scares me…

—He doesn't love him, but I don't think he'll let him leave his side.

—Can you promise me that he won't hurt him? I'll help you in everything, but don't hurt Roró.

—And when he finds out that you've been helping us all this time? What are you going to say to him?

—Maybe he'll get upset with me, but in the future he'll thank me. We're safe in here, is that a deal?

—Alpha's word.

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The night in the palace was silent and dark, as if nothing could disturb the gentle movement of the breeze. In the Emperor's chambers, Rome lay fast asleep under the influence of the pheromones of the lord of the empire. His body breathed rhythmically, completely oblivious to the conversation the Alpha was having with his best friend.

Pick tolerated the Beta for a long time. Even Lucia was surprised by his sudden consideration for the servant's lover. The truth was, he didn't want to hurt Rome, but his patience had its limits. He would never allow the filthy slave to take the Omega away from him. He had no plans to lose control over Rome.

—Emma also says that Din constantly manipulates him into doing things he doesn't want to do. —The general knew what his task was, but he needed the order. —He's not leaving yet. Do you want me to take care of him? I can do it cleanly and without leaving any traces.

—No, not yet,—he replied with a smile that chilled his best friend to the bone. —First, I'm going to teach Rome a lesson. I'm going to push him to the side so he understands that I own him and that he'll never escape from me. He's mine, and the sooner he understands that, the better. I'll become all he has left.

Porsche felt his shoulders tense. He knew the Emperor well enough to know that the Omega would truly be cornered into accepting him. Pick wouldn't hesitate to overrule his wishes to trap him.

Another time, he'd agree to plans without question, but this time, Porsche had someone he wanted to protect.

—Your Highness… Can I abuse my position as a friend? —The Alpha raised a puzzled eyebrow. —To Emma… Please don't do anything to Emma.

—Do you like her or do you have a relationship with her?

—Yes, I like her. We've shared a bed, and besides, she was the one who told me about Rome's plans…

—Have you thought about why she did it? What would she gain by betraying her friend?

—Protection. She said she'd help us as long as we protect them…

—As long as she doesn't interfere with my plans, I'm not going to eliminate her. —Pick grabbed his sword and said goodbye to the man. —Ask her for information on Rome's weaknesses. I'm tired of trying to please him. She said it herself, fear is the best trigger.

The general watched the Emperor leave his chambers. He could feel the weight of the mission he had just been ordered to carry out. He knew Rome would never forgive his friend if he found out what was about to happen, but he still didn't regret it. After all, he didn't want to lose the Omega.

He had fallen in love with Emma.

.-.-.

Rome was desperate.

At any moment, his heat would pass, and his friend still hadn't brought Din. He knew herself well enough to know that He had one wave left, and then all the heat would drain from his body.

He couldn't sit idly by. He staggered out of bed and looked for shoes to wear to go out. He figured a lie would be enough for the guards to let he slip through the halls.

Suddenly, He heard someone coming with very soft footsteps. It was obvious the person was walking carefully so as not to be caught. Rome was overjoyed to know his partner was coming to meet him.

He ran to the bed and quickly sat on the edge. There was no way he was going to let himself be seen under the Alpha's sheets. He heard the door slowly open, and his excitement overcame he common sense.

—Din!—he shouted euphorically, a smile that died as soon as he realized the Emperor was entering. —Hi... Your Highness...

—What name did you call me?

—I was dreaming, Your Highness. —He hurried to take off his shoes and get between the sheets. —I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to offend you…

—Calm down, my Rome,—said the Alpha, walking toward him. —Were you going out?

—I was in the bathroom… —The Omega felt how with each step he took, a strong burst of pheromones crashed against his body.

Pick's lips took his without any care. The sensation caused heat and burning, so much so that his last wave of heat was ignited. Rome was lost in the pheromones. His mind drifted away, allowing himself to be completely taken over by pleasure.

When he regained some consciousness, he found himself moaning beneath the large man. His hands clenched the sheets as he tried to hold on to something; the force with which he was being held felt strange.

His body was a plaything at the Alpha's mercy. He was lost again in the sea of ​​sensations until he was turned face down. Pick's kisses on his neck tickled, especially because, even though it was about to disappear, the mark still existed.

The passion he felt was suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain. A heart-rending scream left his throat as the Alpha's teeth pierced his skin. Tears flowed in abundance, staining the sheets his hands clutched. The mark on his neck reopened without mercy.

—Your Highness…—he begged the man who continued to bite him like an animal.—Let me go…Your Highness…Let me go…

Rome was sure the mark would last for several months this time. He could almost feel the teeth reaching his bones. It hurt so much. The Emperor released him and then began to lick the wound. The Omega couldn't stop crying.

—Don't cry, My Rome—he whispered from above.—I'm doing this so you can feel calm. I want you to feel safe with me. I'm going to protect you…

His words sounded false. Something bad was happening, but Rome didn't have the strength to analyze it. A new burst of pheromones occurred, making him realize he was more sensitive than before.

His body moved on its own, and he clung to the Alpha for comfort.

He was afraid.

.-.-.

Two days later, Rome returned to his activities.

The palace was as bright as ever, but he felt like a dark cloud was hanging over his head. Since he'd woken up, he'd found himself needing to be touched by the Alpha. He wanted to have him close, and certainly, given his job, that wasn't a problem.

Except he couldn't stop thinking about Din.

He needed to talk to him, to explain everything and maybe get some advice. His boyfriend was very intelligent; surely he'd know what to do to dispel the uncomfortable sensations in his body. He pretended to go get a report right where his partner was and beckoned him to follow him.

The Beta watched him silently and walked beside him until they were alone. Rome turned to hug or kiss him, but was abruptly pushed aside.

—I heard a rumor…— His boyfriend's gaze frightened him. —Someone said he left a mark on you…— Rome's color drained from his words as he lowered his head and played with his hands.

—It's... It's a temporary mark...

—You let yourself be marked? —Din glared at him furiously. —How much more are you going to let him do to you? Don't you have any self-respect?

—It was for a meeting. The Emperor of Ragus came and he hates Omegas and...

—And I don't care! —The Beta took two steps toward him, cornering him against a wall. —You lost your pride, Rome! Every day I see you and I don't understand what happened to you. I feel disgusted to see what you've become...

—I'm still the same! —he said, trying to grab his hands. —You're the one who sees things where there aren't any. It's all for work, you have to believe me, I...

—I'm going to Gong Province. Do I have to thank you for sending me so far away?

—Excuse me? —Rome didn't understand. —What are you talking about?

—I found it strange that my Master said we would leave in a week and that it would be to Gong. You know how far away it is; It'll take us months to get back. I assumed the Emperor was punishing the Master for something, but I see that the one they're really trying to send away is me.

—The Emperor would never do that…

—And you're still defending him? Why don't you understand that he's trying to separate us!

—He's not like that. You don't matter to him because you're a mere…—Rome remained silent.

—A mere what? Finish your sentence. —Rome refused, and Din slammed him against the hard surface.

—Don't hurt me…

—Rome, don't forget that you're also a mere slave. You wouldn't be special if you were a Beta. You would never have known his bed if you didn't have pheromones. Don't let that status go to your head; you're just an orifice to him.

—Don't talk to me like that…

—How do I talk to you then? Do you also see me as someone less? I know I'll always be less than that man, but at least I thought I was enough for you.

—Din, forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you... I...

—I'm leaving, and when I return, you'll go with me.

—Go? Where?

—Away from His Majesty.

—Din...doing that is dangerous...

—Him or me, choose. —Rome kept his mouth shut. —Silence is louder than words, traitor.

His body slammed against the wall again, making his legs tremble and his strength falter. Rome fell to the floor helplessly as he watched the love of his life leave in anger.

What was happening?

.-.-.

—Your Highness! —Rome stormed into the major's office. —Why did you send Din so far away? What did he do to you? We've been good!

—Excuse me? —Porsche closed the door to prevent strangers from overhearing the conversation and nodded subtly to the Alfa. —Since when am I in charge of that? If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who organized the routes.

—What? I never...I...I made it fair. Rotating everyone.

—So? Why are you coming to me to complain? It was your fault.

—Your Highness, could we exchange...?

—Do you think I'm going to give him special treatment because of our proximity? What kind of insolence is that? You said you wanted me to be impartial with my workers. Be a man of my words.

—Your Highness...but...

—Your Majesty...—Porsche intervened. —I'm sure Rome knows his place; he knows you're a fair man who wouldn't be swayed by petty things. Don't get angry with him.

—Get out of here or I'll end up killing you.

At the Alfa's irritated look, Rome fled in fear. It would never be a good idea to arouse the great Emperor's wrath. When they were alone, Porsche closed the door again and smiled at his friend.

—I told you he wouldn't notice the change.—Pick reciprocated his expression. —The new armament will keep him busy enough to think about time.

—Get one hundred new soldiers and assign Rome the task of delivering weapons to them. I want him busy so that even eating is a challenge.

—Yes, Your Highness.

.-.-.

Rome was devastated by Din's departure.

Although he sought out his partner, he refused to talk. The Omega insisted until the very end, getting the opportunity to have a serious and sincere conversation when Din returned.

That managed to calm him down. It was better to focus on his work than to think about how lonely he felt. It also helped him ignore the way people were watching him. Because of the mark, Rome couldn't help but feel sick when he wasn't surrounded by Pick's pheromones.

Despite being temporary, it was much deeper and more aggressive than the previous one, so it had a stronger influence on him. Every day, he wore the Alpha's clothes to feel comfortable and not miss him so much. That gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other servants, who whispered and said he was bold, wearing clothes that didn't fit him to feel important. Of course, no one knew about the brand, and he wasn't going to tell them either.

The new soldiers who arrived at the palace were skilled men. At first, they didn't trust him and even refused to follow his orders. Everything changed when the Emperor of Araik himself arrived on the field and killed those who looked down on Rome.

From then on, they followed his instructions without question. Over time, they realized the Omega was no fool. The boy was organized and had character. He was always willing to help them and even improve their conditions. They respected him.

Porsche also supervised the training. He taught Rome how to identify weapons and occasionally allowed him to play with a sword. Pick was annoyed at first, but seeing the Omega happy negated his attempts to stop him.

In that peace, the beginning of the storm arrived.

Rome was working on his job overseeing the distribution of food for the animals when he suddenly saw Emma carrying a heavy bundle. He was a little annoyed that none of the other servants were helping her, but he didn't want to ask them for the favor either.

He went to his friend himself and held the other end of the heavy load. The Omega guided him to a far corner of the palace, where they were practically alone. Rome was so absorbed in the conversation that the danger never crossed his mind.

—Wow! —A voice he didn't recognize reached his ears. —Until you finally get away from that Alpha.

They both turned in fear, finding themselves faced with four men. The Omegas tried to run, but were easily stopped. Emma asked them what they wanted, and they hit her, knocking her to the ground.

With his friend unconscious, Rome tried to scream for help, but was beaten several times and then tied up. The Omega soon realized they were coming for him.

—Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?

—Who told you you could talk? —One of the blows slammed into his mouth. —You're coming with us!

Since they were at the back of the palace, no one stopped his departure. Tears of helplessness left his eyes as the wagon he was riding in got further and further away from his home. Not caring that he was tied up, he tried to throw himself off the moving vehicle.

One of the men pulled him and put him in a cage. Rome had sad memories of when the mercenaries sold him. The cold of the iron felt exactly the same.

He didn't know how many hours passed until the men paid attention to him again. He saw them laughing among themselves as they approached with a sack. The Omega pressed himself against one of the corners of the cage when they opened it.

Snakes.

Rome had a phobia of snakes since he was a child because one had bitten him. The reptile crawled toward him, causing him to tremble. Tears flowed again, this time mixed with fear. In total, five large animals entered the cage.

—Why are you doing this to me?—he shrieked in terror. —Help! Someone help me!

—Scream all you want, no one's coming to save you. —The man's smile was even more unpleasant than the sensation of the snakes touching his skin. —As soon as we get to Ragus, they'll tie you to the Emperor's bed, and then you'll cry your heart out.

—What? —Rome felt his soul leave his body. —Are we going to Ragus?

—Did we forget to tell you? Emperor Ming asked us to take you. It was difficult because you wouldn't leave Emperor Pick's side, but thanks to your friend, we were able to kidnap you.

—Did you know Emperor Ming is called the Snake Emperor? He likes his pets to bite his bedmates.

—Please don't do this to me... —he begged after hearing the possible reality. —His Majesty Pick will pay you more money if you free me. I'll tell him you saved me, but please don't take me...

The only response he received was jeers and laughter. Along the way, the men harassed him and poked him with sticks. Rome was terrified. When night fell, they took him out of the cage and dragged him into the forest.

—How about we play with him a little? —One of the men, the one who smelled the worst, grabbed one of his legs. —I haven't touched such a clean Omega in a while.

—Emperor Ming is surely pleased with the idea. He said he was going to play with this slave just like he did with his mother. It's better if we open his hole.

—No, please! No! —He screamed, trying to kick them, but they released their pheromones against his body. Rome then felt afraid of those Alphas.

The same fear he'd felt since he was a child. He hated feeling immobilized by the Alphas. Several hands snuck under his clothes, touching his exposed skin. Rome looked up at the sky and lamented his fate.

—This is what you get for walking away from Emperor Pick…—one of them said, disgustingly stroking his legs. —If you had stayed by his side, none of this would be happening to you…

The servant began to cry louder.

—Your Highness! Your Highness!—he cried desperately. —Alpha! Save me, Alpha!

As quickly as his voice echoed, the air was cut by a gust of wind. He felt the men being pulled away from his body and someone carrying him. Rome opened his eyes and found his savior was Emperor Pick.

—My Rome…—he said, covering him with a cloak. —Thank God you're alive…

—Your Highness…—He wept in relief as he hugged him. —I was so afraid. I thought I'd never see you again, Your Highness.

—As long as you're by my side, this won't happen again.—The servant felt the calming pheromones wash over him. —I'll protect you, my Rome. Ming will never catch you; you're mine.

—I'm yours…—he whispered, exhausted by everything. —Take me home, my Alpha…

Pick smiled. Rome didn't even notice the strangeness of the whole situation. The thought that those who had captured him weren't dead, just missing, didn't cross his mind. He never thought it was strange that of the hundred soldiers who trained daily near the palace, not one noticed his kidnapping.

And even stranger, the Emperor of Araik appeared at just the perfect moment.

The Omega was fooled.

Chapter Text

The chirping of birds brought Rome from his deep sleep. Without opening his eyes, he reached out to touch the Emperor and snuggle up again; all he felt was cold. Fearful, he sat up in bed, searching for the Alpha. He saw him standing, getting ready for his day.

"Your Highness? Where are you going? Why didn't you wake me?"

"You look tired, my Rome. I didn't mean to wake you."

"But where are you going?"

"I'm going to work," the older man commented, walking toward him to place a kiss. "Would you like to take some time off? You went through a difficult situation."

"No! I'm going with you! Don't leave me alone..." Pick suppressed a smile and nodded. He loved Rome's tense and scared state.

The servant hurried to dress and walked behind him. The Emperor was so absorbed in his thoughts that he ignored the other's appearance. Emma was the one who noticed and ran to her friend.

"Roro, did you wake up late? Your hair isn't tied up..." The Omega tried to help him, but he stopped her.

"No... I don't want anyone to see my face..."

"Roro... you don't have to hide."

"I'm afraid they might see me and want to take me..."

"No one will take you while you stay by my side," Pick replied, interrupting their conversation. Emma watched him and felt a pang in her heart. It was also her fault for participating in the plot.

Pick's pheromones enveloped him as an arm slipped around his waist. Rome clung to the Alpha, hiding in his layers of clothing. He was still terrified. All day, the servant sat on the older man's lap, not caring how people looked at him. His safety came first.

"The new uniforms arrived yesterday. It would be good if you divided them up right away so they could train with..."

"Your Highness..." Rome interrupted. "Can you assign that task to someone else?"

"Why? Are you feeling sick?"

"I... I don't want to be around any other Alpha other than you..." From across the room, Porsche understood Rome's distant attitude, even toward him. Perhaps they had overdone the trick to deceive him, but he couldn't deny that Pick seemed quite happy with the result.

"All right, my Rome. Stay by my side. I'll protect you..."

"Can we go back to the room when you're done with your work?" The man nodded. "Thank you for being so good to me..."

Despite the Omega's obvious fear, Pick didn't stop his plans to make him bond closer to him. As they left the office, he told him he had to go to the countryside to oversee his army and that, if he didn't want to be left alone, he would have to go with him. Even against his will, Rome agreed to accompany him.

When they arrived, the Alpha deliberately abandoned him at a strategic point where someone pushed him hard, causing him to fall into a small lake. All his clothes clung to his body, revealing his thin figure.

Several of the soldiers who had once respected him turned around and released pheromones that paralyzed him. The little Omega fell to his knees, petrified with fear, tears quickly leaving his eyes as he clutched his clothes in fear.

In the midst of it all, the Emperor calmly approached and lifted him into his own arms, holding him close to his body.

"Don't worry, my Rome. None of them will touch you while you're by my side."

"Take me out of here..." he begged, hiding in his neck. "I'll do anything... please..."

Pick signaled to Porsche, who released a snake. One of the men screamed as soon as they saw it, causing Rome to tense up and begin to cry even harder. The Emperor then grabbed his sword and killed it.

"See? Nothing and no one can harm you by my side." The boy pressed himself even closer to him. "Do you remember what you called me? Why don't you do it again?"

"Al... Your Highness..." The older man shook his head, looking him in the eyes and pretending to put him down, but Rome held on tightly. "Alpha... you're my Alpha... Get me out of here, Alpha. Please..."

"Behave yourself, Rome. I don't want to have to punish you."

"Alpha, forgive me..."

Pick nodded, giving him a kiss in front of everyone. Both Porsche and some of the soldiers felt bad, but they chose to look the other way. No one would go against the Emperor's orders. There was no one who would stop him from taking Rome to his chambers to isolate him from the world.

"Alpha... Can I take a few days off? I'd like to stay in the room..." The man approached him and gave him a pleased kiss. "Please? I don't want to go out..."

"Of course. I like you to stay here. I'll send Emma and some servants so you won't need anything. Wait for me every day like a good boy, and I'll reward you."

"Omegas and Betas. I don't want Alphas..."

"I'll be the only Alpha," he commented, throwing him onto the bed before moving towards his neck and kissing him. "You're mine. I'll protect you, my Rome."

The Omega hugged him and sighed. For a while, he would accept that position. He needed to calm down so he wouldn't make a mistake.

.-.-

The news that Rome was leaving his duties reached Lucia and the Queen Mother. Apparently, the boy was ill, and of course, they wanted to check on him. For some reason, they both had the same thought.

The boy was surely hiding a pregnancy.

If it was small, they could still give him an abortive tea. They entered the room, and Rome was sitting by the window, completely distracted. Sensing their presence, he ran up to hide behind the curtain. When he spotted them, he apologized and bowed. His disheveled, pale appearance didn't go unnoticed by either of them.

"Why do you look uglier than usual?" Olga said, looking at him listlessly. "Aren't you ashamed that the Emperor sees you like this?"

"I... I'm sorry. I was sleeping and just woke up..."

"Why did you abandon your duties? Are you sick?" The Omega lowered his face and shook his head. "So?"

"I'm scared..." he whispered sincerely. "I'm afraid someone might kidnap me..."

"No one would be interested in an Omega like you." The Queen Mother sat down. "And your companion? Shouldn't you be with him to calm you down? How are things between you?"

"Din is away on a trip, my lady. And we're fine. I miss him very much..."

"You should tell Pick to allow you to travel with him." Rome paled. "Why are you making that face? Your partner is more important than the Emperor. Don't forget that your goal is your freedom, Rome."

"I... I feel good about His Majesty right now..." Despite her jealousy, Lucia approached the trembling boy. The servant thought she would hit him and closed his eyes, waiting.

Rather than pain, the Empress's delicate hands took his hair and combed it. Rome froze at the woman's action, unable to say anything.

"If you are my husband's lover, at least worry about looking good," she reprimanded him. "If you're poorly dressed, how does that leave me? Everyone would say that something dirty is better than me!"

"I... I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

"Why do you have bruises on your face? Did Pick hit you?"

Rome was unable to respond. The memories were so dark that he began to sob. He needed the Alpha again. And luckily for him, he ran inside. One of the servants had rushed to call him when the two women arrived.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, frightened, seeing his wife standing next to Rome. "What are you doing to him?"

"You should thank me for combing your lover's hair," Lucia replied, frowning. The Emperor sighed reluctantly and reached out his arm to signal Rome. Embarrassed as he was, the little boy was moved by his instincts to the man's embrace.

The Queen Mother and her daughter-in-law were astonished by the Omega's behavior. The servant, who always tried to be careful with their interactions, rubbed himself against the Alpha's clothes in search of pheromones.

"What did you do to Rome?" The Queen Mother walked over to her son to see the strange behavior up close. "Why is he so shameless?"

"I gave him a temporary mark." The words fell like cold water on the two women; Especially since Pick didn't seem repentant. "Rome had an unpleasant encounter with the Emperor of Ragus, and I had to do it so he wouldn't be hurt by her pheromones."

"Dominance in exchange for protection. Well played, son."

"Mother..."

"Poor Rome... you'll have to stick to Pick for a while." The older Omega's voice sounded like a mockery. "Though it's not like it bothers you. I know you're used to living in his bed."

The servant snuggled deeper into the other's neck. The words stung him. He felt sensitive and foolish because of the mark. He needed to find a way to erase it quickly.

Lucia, for her part, remained silent. Rage coursed through her body, but she was smarter than Mistress Olga. She knew there was always a good side and a bad side. Her mother-in-law was the bad guy, so her duty was to be the good guy... or at least pretend to be.

Gaining Pick's trust wasn't easy; If she wanted to get Rome out of the way, she had to get them to let their guard down. Ignoring her mother-in-law, she walked over to the two men and gently touched her husband's arm.

"I understand you marked him, but the crown prince and I also need your pheromones. Can you give them to both of us? I have no problem lying next to Rome in your bed."

"Lucia!" her mother-in-law scolded her, to which the woman turned around and, without them seeing, gave her a clear sign. "I can't believe this... I'm leaving..."

Olga didn't fight any further. Seeing Pick's stunned state was enough to not intervene. The Empress was astute and certain she was up to something. She stomped out of the room.

When they were alone, the couple looked at each other and then turned to Rome. The little boy was guided to the bed where he lay down while still crying, surprised to be hugged by the Empress.

"Calm down, Rome. We're here for you." The Alpha liked the image. The vulnerable little boy and his cooperative wife were a dream. Without restraint, he released a lot of pheromones to make them both feel good. It didn't surprise him when they fell asleep.

Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad to share the bed with the woman.

After all, she was carrying his child. His long-awaited heir.

.-.-.

Spending time with the Empress wasn't so bad.

However, it was terribly uncomfortable. The difference between them was so clear that anyone could notice. While Pick gave the woman a perfunctory kiss to say goodbye, he grabbed Rome with passion and heat, holding his neck tightly to spray pheromone-laced saliva on him.

It was obvious to Lucia what her husband was doing. Rome was a very low-ranking Omega. One who was easily manipulated by the power of an Alpha like Pick. His instincts, along with his mark, dominated his mental state at that moment.

She needed to speed up the boy's stubborn and troubled consciousness so that the bite would disappear. Taking advantage of the fact that they were both alone, she tried to strengthen their relationship.

"Last week you told me you missed your partner," she said while sipping her tea. "Where did he go?"

"To Gong..." Rome's voice sounded sadder than he'd liked. "He'll be a long time coming back..."

"And you're overwhelmed by that?" He nodded, sipping from his cup, looking like he was about to cry. "Don't worry. As soon as he returns, you'll be cuddling again. It's good that Pick allows you to stay with him."

"I really don't know..." A lump formed in the little boy's throat. Lucia saw his weakness as an opportunity to gain his trust before stabbing him in the back.

"Why? Did you fight?" The empress softened her gaze as she walked over to the servant and sat down beside him. "I'm sure everything will be fine, dear. Tell me, what happened?" With calculated movements, Lucia grabbed one of his hands to caress him and encourage him to continue talking. Despite his hesitation, he told her every detail of the recent fights he was having with the love of his life.

"It hurts me so much that he wants to leave me and that he doesn't understand me..."

"Din is a weak man," she responded abruptly. "He can't understand what you've had to live through and accept. He clings to what he can't have and can't stand not being the one with power over you. You're not like him."

"I don't understand..." Rome felt confused.

"You are a brave man, Rome. Don't let a mere Beta make you feel less. Let's face it, you surpass him in knowledge and education. It's normal for him to be envious of you."

"My lady, he doesn't envy me. He's just upset by my close relationship with the Emperor. I'm not an important person..."

"You are. You don't need anyone; right now, you offer more than he does..."

"And most importantly, you serve me." Pick's voice interrupted them. The man's dominant presence, along with his pheromones, reached the Omegas, who instinctively lowered their gaze to show respect.

The intoxicating cloud confused Rome again, causing him to leave Lucia's side and run to Pick. In his chest, more of the man's essence covered him, almost numbing his senses.

"You're mine, Rome," he said, looking directly at the Empress, warning her to be careful with her words. "You need no one but me. Only I can protect you and give you what you need."

"Alpha..." A deep whisper left the Omega's lips. Something inside him screamed to step away and remember his entire past with Din. He knew Lucia was right, but even so, it was impossible not to be swept away by Pick's closeness and care.

"Let's go to bed. I want to take care of you."

Rome reacted to those words and pulled away, his face flushed. Although the Empress remained impassive, her presence was a reminder that he couldn't let himself be carried away.

"Your Highness, I... Here is your wife... I can't..."

"I have no problem joining. I've shared the bed with Pick and the concubines..." The servant gasped. The kisses on his neck tickled and distracted him enough to realize he was moving toward the bed.

Lucia cupped his chin in her hand to kiss him, but he refused. He didn't want to touch her.

"No, My Lady. I cannot disrespect you like this..."

"You have no right to refuse." The Omega looked at her husband seriously. "Remember your position in this palace. Follow our orders, or your owners will be truly upset."

Tears trickled down his cheeks. The uncertainty of having to do something he didn't want to engulfed him. Pick, seeing his vulnerability, pulled him into a hug to calm him.

"Do not be afraid, My Rome. We will help you feel better. Remember what you told me. This is your home. Here is a place where you belong. You are ours."

—But…

—But nothing. Don't say anything. Just stay with me and let me enjoy you.

Rome trembled, not daring to say anything else. Thousands of sensations coursed through his body, but no words came out. His mind was torn between what he wanted and what was being imposed on him. He preferred to close his eyes and not see his own reality. Better to ignore the fact that for a few hours he was no longer his own master.

Without meaning to, with that action, Lucia managed to make the bite disappear a little.

.-.-.

Lucia and the Queen Mother met at the back of the garden. They knew no one would hear them there.

"We need to get rid of him before the baby is born," her mother-in-law said. "That way we can use the child to console the Emperor for his loss. One life for another."

"If I could, I'd put an arrow through his heart." The Empress looked at the horizon. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

With a rather disturbing smile, Olga watched her.

"You read my mind." The Empress raised an eyebrow. "The hunt on May 20th is approaching. Can you imagine if an arrow kills him? So many people attend, they'll never find the culprit..."

"Mother! You're very clever!"

"Don't declare victory, my dear. First, we have to get Pick to let us go with them, and in your condition, that will be difficult."

"Can't we send someone to do the job?"

"Of course, it won't be us, but we still have to be there. Who's going to console him besides his wife?" You have to be there to fill the pain of her lover's death."

The Queen Mother was right. Convincing the Emperor wasn't an easy task, especially since he seemed quite happy with the idea of ​​just including the servant in his plans.

"We're going hunting," Pick said as Rome organized several papers on his desk. "Don't worry, it's an activity to help you forget about work for a while. Since it's your first time, I'll even let you ride my horse so you won't be scared by the arrows."

Rome exchanged a glance with Porsche and held back his laughter. It was obvious he was returning to his old self. The mark was slowly fading.

"And that face? What's up with you two? What are you hiding from me?!" Of course, Pick wasn't happy to see him taking charge of his life again.

"Your Majesty..." Rome bit his lip in embarrassment. "In fact, I've already gone hunting with you."

Pick couldn't believe it. He turned to look at his best friend, who nodded with a big smile.

"At that time, you were very focused on overthrowing your father, which is why you never saw him, but Rome was part of the servants who fixed our arrows or collected the animals."

"Although the truth is, I was never close to you because of my appearance. I used to serve the Minister of Finance until he died."

"Then we could compete to see who can catch the most animals." The Alpha pulled Rome away from the general. "If you manage to hit at least one, I'll give you a prize..."

Lucia watched the interaction with rage. Since she was a child, she had known Pick, and together they always competed when they went hunting. It was during those festivities that their love began. She never believed he would leave her out of his plans for a filthy slave. That's why she hated the Omega even more. For taking her husband away from her.

"I want to go with you," she said quickly.

"With your belly it's difficult," Pick's refusal only infuriated her further. "You've just turned seven months old, you shouldn't be riding a horse."

"I can go and see." Lucia sought support from her mother-in-law. "Will you go too, Queen Mother? You've loved competing for as long as I can remember..."

"Yes, I'm going to compete with my son. Thanks to the death of my disgusting husband, I can enjoy the festivities." Olga looked directly at Pick. "I don't see any problem with her going. She can go in a carriage and watch the competition from a distance. Rome, who has no experience, can accompany her."

"Rome..." The Empress looked at the Omega with a fake smile. "You can stay with me, right?"

"Of course!" He seemed happy to be liked. "The truth is, I prefer to be away from the action."

The women's plan was simple. The first two days were the most peaceful, but on the third day, everyone would go crazy because it was the final day and they wanted to win. That's when most of the accidents happened. At that moment, a stray arrow would finish off the Omega.

The Emperor had a comfortable and elegant carriage prepared for the Empress's comfort. They would all travel together in a procession, he and the soldiers on horseback while the servants walked. Nothing seemed different from what happened every year.

Until Lucia saw Rome and the servants setting off on foot.

"Are you going to walk?" He nodded. "Well, my husband doesn't love you as much as I thought. He even prepared this carriage for me."

"My lady, the forest is only forty minutes away. I have no problem walking; I usually do. Thank you for your concern." Despite not saying anything rude, his words annoyed her.

"I forgot you were just a servant. Enjoy the scenery..."

"Who gave you permission to walk?" Rome tensed at that voice and turned slowly. "Come here. Have you ridden a horse before?"

"No, my lord. But don't worry, I've always gone with the others…"

"You'll go with me then," Lucia couldn't believe it. "Get up here."

The Empress wanted to take an arrow and kill them both. The humiliation of seeing Rome on the horse with her husband made rage boil inside her. She was about to get out of the carriage and not go, but the Queen Mother stood in her way.

"Patience, Lucia," she whispered. "Let them be happy, death is after them."

.-.-

They left the Palace as the sun had barely risen over the horizon. In front of the caravan, Rome couldn't suppress the smile he felt as he looked out at the rocky mountains. He rarely had the opportunity to go outside and contemplate nature. High walls usually blocked the beautiful view that the Alpha enthusiastically showed him.

"All this is mine," Pick whispered as they rode peacefully on the horse. "By my side, you'll never lack space to be happy..."

"Right now, I'm very happy, Your Highness." The Omega looked beautiful and resplendent with the light of dawn on his face. "I'm very happy to be out. I love the wind and the freedom."

The Alpha pressed his lips together and didn't answer. Rome would never be able to touch the freedom he so longed for. He pressed the other man's body against his chest and, without saying a word, kissed the back of his head.

"My lord...we're in public..." Embarrassed, Rome blushed at the number of eyes staring at him. "Please don't do that..."

"Don't worry. If anyone says anything, I'll have a horse run over them." The tone of his voice was enough to make all the onlookers turn their heads away. The servant stifled a laugh at the widespread fear.

Freedom and fun, it was a good day.

As soon as they arrived, they had a light breakfast and went hunting while the rest of the servants set up their tents. Not even an hour had passed when Pick was leading the competition. Rome didn't seem surprised by the Alpha's skills, but some nobles insisted they were going to beat him.

Due to all the action, everyone skipped lunch. Despite feeling tired, Rome continued to enjoy the activity until his gaze focused on the Empress. Despite traveling on foot, the woman had managed to catch several birds and rabbits.

The servant thought how incredible she was. Hunting while pregnant was quite a feat, although if he looked closely, Lucia was sweating profusely. Rome then realized that the woman looked really tired, but her pride probably didn't allow her to take a break.

"Your Highness," he called the Alpha's attention to his back. "I have a bit of a headache. May I return to camp?"

"Really? But..."

"I'd like to lie down; the horse's movement has me a little dizzy." The Emperor frowned, and Rome knew he should use his large, convincing eyes. "Please... I'll thank you tonight..."

"That's a promise," he said, helping him dismount. "Drink plenty of water; the sun is strong today."

"Yes, sir," Rome replied and walked up to the Empress. "My lady... would you like to accompany me to the camp? I've seen your skill with the bow and arrow. I would feel much safer if you went with me."

"Rome, do you think you'll be alone? Obviously, my men will accompany you."

"But I would like to go with her, please..." The Alpha fell silent. The decision between contradicting Rome or forcing his wife to leave wasn't easy. He didn't want either of them to feel hurt.

"I'm going with him." The Empress's voice sounded tired. "I don't want to overexert myself. I have our baby to take care of..."

The servant took her arm with a smile and started to walk away from everyone when a whisper rang out in the silence of the forest. "The wife and the lover, what a..." Before he could finish, the speaker's throat was pierced by an arrow. The man's body fell from his own horse, writhing on the ground. No one dared to speak again.

Rome continued walking, ignoring the situation as Lucia held him firmly, and the two of them walked away with at least twenty soldiers following them.

"You look very well for someone who's dizzy," she gasped. "Did you lie?"

"Forgive my insolence, Your Highness, but you look a little pale..."

"Thank you for lying for me. I didn't want to look weak in front of Pick."

"With pleasure, my lady."

Inside the tent, Rome removed her shoes and was surprised to see her swollen feet. Lucia didn't meet his eyes; she felt ashamed of her condition.

"Would you like a coconut oil massage? That might help with your blood flow." Despite her hatred, the Empress understood Pick somewhat. Rome was a noble and opportune servant. Still, she didn't want to appear weak.

"Yes. Massage me. You're very intelligent for a servant."

"To survive in the palace, I have to be," he replied, squeezing her feet. "I...wanted to apologize to you."

"Why?" The woman saw the guilt in Rome's eyes and guessed the reason.

"Because of my close relationship with His Majesty..."

"Are you talking about the comment we heard earlier?" He nodded, not meeting her gaze. "Don't worry about it. You're not the first or last lover of an Emperor. Everyone always has more than one partner; even the previous Emperor loved his concubines more than the Queen Mother. You're not that special."

"Yes, of course I understand. But I wanted to tell you that I'm in love with my partner. I have no intention of being more than you, my lady. I know my place well."

"I know, Rome. It's clear to me that you know you're nothing more than a tool for my husband." Lucia gave him a fake smile. "Don't worry. I'm not mad at you…"

The Omega smiled back, unaware of the falseness. Rome was happy that the situation between them had cleared up. They continued talking for several minutes until the woman's stomach growled.

"Shall we go out? They should be back any moment to prepare dinner with the prey."

"Would you like me to prepare something for you? Despite hunting, the servants brought meat, chicken, and fish. I can grill it for you in two minutes."

"I'll wait, but I accept if you bring me water." The woman left the tent and looked at the trees. "Drink water too, you must be thirsty."

"Thank you for being so good, Your Highness."

Watching the Omega enjoy the breeze with his eyes closed, Lucia thought about her mother-in-law's words. Patience was earned with time, although Rome didn't have much time left. She grabbed her bow, and the Omega handed her the arrows with a smile. "Do you know how to handle a bow and arrow?"

—No, my lady, they scare me. You are truly talented, when did you learn?

“Pick and I… I mean, His Majesty and I used to compete when we were children,” she said with a smile. “He taught me how to improve my aim.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you two grew up together.”

“Yes, my father was part of the former Emperor’s court of officials. It’s essential for a future Empress to be instructed in the art of hunting. Do you want me to teach you?” Rome shook his head fearfully. “It’s not dangerous, look.”

The Empress shot an arrow at a branch, quickly killing a bird. Despite his refusal, she convinced Rome to try hitting a fruit on a tree from a distance. The servant obviously failed. Wanting to demonstrate her power again, Lucia fired, hitting the target, but also someone hiding.

A man with his face covered fell from the tree, and they both retreated. The Omega thought it would be the assassin her mother had prepared for Rome, but as soon as several identical men emerged from the branches, she knew it was an ambush.

The guards guarding them rushed to mitigate the attack while she and Rome ran toward the camp. An arrow pierced her leg, and a scream escaped her throat. The servant grabbed her arm and pulled her to the other side. The tent was burning; if they had been inside, they would have been dead.

They had to flee before they were completely surrounded.

"Run! Don't stop!"

"My God, they're going to kill us," Lucia began to cry as she was dragged by Rome. "They're going to kill me and my baby."

"Don't say that, ma'am. Run..." The servant tried to suppress his fear, but it was almost dark, and he didn't know where they were going.

Behind them, they continued to hear the screams and footsteps of those chasing them. Some arrows flew very close to their bodies, yet they didn't stop their run. The Empress could barely keep up, but Rome refused to let go of her hand until, as they ran, they fell into the river.

The current swept them under, practically drowning them. Lucia knew how to swim, but her enlarged abdomen made it difficult. She thought she would actually die and stopped struggling. In the end, Pick wouldn't have either of them.

Suddenly, a strong grip pulled her out of the water. Holding onto some roots that jutted into the water, Rome held them both. The servant held on tightly so as not to lose her.

"Don't let me go!" he said. "My lady..."

"Rome... we're going to die..." It was the first time the Omega had seen her so upset. The Empress was a tough and strong woman; hormones had surely changed her emotional control. He bit his lip and knew he had to control himself or they would both perish.

"Lucia! Shut up!" he shouted desperately. "Hold on to me! Use my body to pull yourself up!" She seemed stunned. "Lucia! Get in! Do as I say!"

With all his strength, Rome propelled the woman out of the water. The Empress barely touched land when she turned around and grabbed his hands. The servant opened his eyes; his life was in her hands.

"Don't push it, my lady," he said softly. "Take care of the baby. Run away and hide, the Emperor will come soon..."

Lucia hesitated. If she let go of Rome, he would most likely tire and let go. The force of the current would carry him deeper, and he would soon succumb. The servant was going to die anyway in two days; if he drowned, technically, it wouldn't be his fault. Still, she couldn't let go.

"My lady... let me go... I'm not important..." he saw the woman's hesitation. "The baby comes first. The Emperor is excited about his child... let me go... please..."

The thought of her husband filled her mind. Pick didn't love her, and he was putting Rome above her. He had already confirmed that he loved the Omega, and if she let him live, she would surely never be able to escape him. She closed her eyes and let him go.

Without looking back, she ran to hide.

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Though she only took a couple of steps and turned back. She could never hurt Pick so much. She loved him, even if it meant sharing him with the slave. Rome was still struggling to climb the roots when she grabbed him.

"My lady! What are you doing? Get out of here!"

"Don't you dare order me around, Servant!" Determination covered her features. "If you don't want all three of us to lose our lives, help me pull you up."

After a struggle, she managed to pull him out of the water. They both lay on the ground trying to catch their breath, but they knew they couldn't stay still for long. Rome helped her up, and without letting go of each other's hands, they ran to the rocky area of ​​the forest.

At one point, they heard the distinctive sound of the enemy's horses and panicked. The servant guided her to hide behind a very large rock and covered her with his body. Lucia suppressed the urge to cry and clung to Rome's body. The baby moved restlessly, so she placed her hand on her stomach to try to calm him. She was horribly surprised to find that in addition to the drops of water, the ground beneath her feet was covered in blood.

"My baby..."

"My lady, be quiet..."

"Rome... Promise me that if anything happens to me, you will take the child from my body and..."

"My lady, there's still time before the prince is born. Be quiet."

"Tell Pick that I love him and that..." He roughly covered her mouth.

"They're going downriver!" They heard a scream. "The Empress fell into the water! Bring her back! The Emperor must pay for his sins!"

They crouched for several minutes until silence once again dominated the forest. Lucia was devastated to know that her son would die if they weren't rescued soon. The only thing left for her was to trust her companion.

The Omega guided her through the undergrowth, practically leading her to dense places where they could hide. Next to the mountain, a rather uneven area served as a trench for them to hide in. They crouched in the small space and covered themselves with a tangle of leaves and brush.

Hunched in place, Lucia felt her leg throb and remembered the arrow. Due to the adrenaline, she had forgotten about it. It didn't surprise her that barely a trace remained; at some point, it seemed to have broken off and come out. Only then did she realize she wasn't the only one injured.

"When...?" she asked fearfully. "When did they hit you?" "Before we fell into the river..." the little boy replied, an arrow piercing his side. "I'm not important, my lady. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt..."

"We're going to die..." Tears streamed down the pregnant woman's cheeks again. "We're going to die, Rome..."

"You won't die," he whispered, tearing off a piece of his own clothing to bandage the opposite leg. "The Emperor is anxiously awaiting his child. You must be strong, my lady..."

"But you are..."

"I'm fine..." Despite his words, his pallor was alarming. "Do you feel the baby move?" She nodded, remembering the blood. "That's good, my lady."

"Rome... promise me." Trembling, Lucia took one of the servant's hands. "Promise me you'll take care of the baby..."

"Why would I take care of the prince if his mother will be with him?" "Promise me," Lucia began to feel dizzy. "Please... please..."

"I promise you that we'll both survive... all three of us..."

"No matter what, you must take care of the baby..."

"My lady..."

The Empress lost consciousness after that. The day's fatigue and hunger took the last of her strength.

She came to when, in the distance, someone was calling her. She opened her eyes and, in the darkness, realized they were still in their makeshift hiding place.

"Rome... Do you hear that? I think it's Krist..." she stammered, and the Omega at her side didn't respond. "Rome?" Fearfully, she removed the brush that covered them, and the moonlight illuminated the servant.

Rome's wound was still bleeding, possibly as much as her leg had she not covered it. The baby moved again, and Lucia brought her hand to her groin. If the amount of blood was too much, she wouldn't move. She preferred to die with her child in the woods and not break the bad news to Pick. Surprisingly, the only source of blood was still her leg.

She was relieved to know that the blood she saw earlier wasn't from losing the baby, but from the wound on her limb. Now, she could clearly make out Krist's voice. They were looking for her and Rome. But he was moving away. Lucia hurriedly ran to catch up with him so that her only chance of life wouldn't be lost.

"Krist!" she cried desperately. "Krist, help me!"

"My lady!" The man got off his horse and picked her up. "Thank heavens. We're close to the camp. I'll take you to safety." The woman leaned against the soldier as Rome's name danced on her lips.

Pick waited anxiously for her with the Queen Mother. Seeing her bleeding, her mother-in-law screamed to rush her to the royal palace, but the Emperor stopped them.

"And Rome? Wasn't he with you?"

"Rome... he ran off in another direction, I lost sight of him," she lied, afraid of being blamed for abandoning him.

"Where did he go?" Lucia pointed down the same path she'd come with the soldier. "Find him or don't you dare come back here!"

Porsche, along with several of his best soldiers, ran into the forest to try to find the Omega. Pick stayed with his mother and wife in case new attackers came for them.

On the Queen Mother's orders, they put Lucia in a small carriage. The idea was to camouflage themselves and sneak through the forest along a special route the elderly Omega knew. Olga sat on the front horse and gave the order to start, but Pick wouldn't let them go.

"What do you mean, wait? Your wife and child are in danger! We have to get them to safety!"

"Wait until they bring Rome!" His mother's eyes widened in shock. "I'm not leaving without my Omega!"

Pick spoke without even thinking, automatically falling silent as he grasped what he had said instinctively. He saw Rome as his Omega. He even shouted it in front of his family and men.

After several agonizing minutes, the general returned with Rome lying unconscious on a horse. Anyone would think he was dead, given the pallor of his face and the arrow still embedded in his side. Pick's heart fluttered with fear as he picked him up and placed him in the carriage with the Empress.

"Don't you dare die," he whispered into the servant's ear, despite his unconsciousness. "I won't forgive you if you die..."

Lucia's compassion vanished completely. Once again, rage and helplessness dominated her body. She regretted not letting him die in the river.

The carriage sped toward the palace. Due to the small space, the Empress was practically lying on top of Rome, mixing her blood and filth. He suddenly regained consciousness and gave the Omega a weak, bewildered expression. He tried to sit up like her, but was pushed away.

"Stay still."

"Where are we going? Why am I..."

"To the palace. Stay lying down. If anything happens to you, my husband could kill me. We both have to get there in one piece..." Unable to contain herself, Lucia began to cry while rubbing her belly. Rome remembered Pick's words. The Emperor's love for his son, and he was afraid.

"My lady, please lie down. The baby..."

"Why don't you be quiet? I don't want to hear you!" she shouted. "Silence! I don't want to hear your disgusting voice!"

Rome wasn't even bothered. He was well aware that the fear of the entire situation had turned the Empress into a different person. Without speaking, he began to pray that the royal heir wouldn't die.

Upon arriving at the palace, Pick carried Rome in his arms. Lucia, however, was assisted by Porsche, who looked uncomfortable. The two Omegas entered the infirmary where they were placed in the same bed.

Three doctors immediately rushed to Rome on the Emperor's orders. The bleeding seemed to be controlled by the arrow, while Lucia's leg had begun to bleed. Therefore, Rome insisted that she be treated first.

"The Empress..." he commented, frightened by the woman's expression.

"Be quiet! Check him first! If he dies, you'll be escorting him to heaven!" Pick shouted, threatening the doctor.

"Can't you see your wife is wounded?" the Queen Mother shouted angrily.

"Rome has an arrow stuck in his body!" Pick replied, helping the doctors remove the servant's clothes.

"Your wife is wounded too!" Olga was furious at seeing them practically ignoring her daughter-in-law. "Leave that Omega alone!"

"I won't let Rome die!"

"Mother!" Fed up with the whole situation, Lucia got out of bed against the Alpha's will. "Bring me a chair. I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as my husband's omega."

"Your Highness..."

"I don't want to hear you, Rome." Immediately afterward, the Empress grabbed the arrow still embedded in the other person's body and roughly pulled it out. "There, arrow out. Now stop the bleeding, because it's more important than my baby and me."

No one present had the audacity to reproach her. If they were objective, they knew the treatment she was receiving was unfair. Pick's loyalty should be to her. Taking pity on her condition, one of the doctors focused on treating her while the other two and their assistants took care of Rome.

"The wound is superficial, Your Highness. Don't worry," one of the doctors commented after stopping Rome's bleeding. "After we stitch it up, he'll be fine."

Pick breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he dare to move away from the Omega and approach his wife. Of course, she was looking at him without hiding her fury.

"Lucia," he said in a calm voice. "Are you in any other pain? Is the baby moving?"

"Don't act like you care about me."

"Will you calm down? He was obviously more hurt than you. Don't be inconsiderate."

"Pick, you're a cynic." Their conversation ended at that moment. She wasn't willing to continue humiliating herself, so she chose to remain silent or she would actually end up crying.

The Emperor decided to give her space. He was still worried about her, but if he was honest with himself, Rome was his priority. The Omega was still pale, but at least the bleeding had stopped and was looking at him with a small smile to reassure him. He loved that about Rome; he was a master at reading the atmosphere.

"He's out of danger now," the doctor commented, covering him with a sheet. "He just needs to rest. We'll give him antibiotics to prevent infection..." The man remained silent and then turned to the Empress. "Your Highness, are you feeling any discomfort?"

"I could have lost my baby!" Lucia complained, pointing at her stomach. "Do you realize, doctor? Everyone was focused on him!"

"Lucia, calm down!"

"I won't calm down!" Still hearing the argument, the Queen Mother approached Rome and sat down beside him. Even though the doctor said he was out of danger, she still saw him as very pale.

"Rome, what hurts?" she asked in a whisper. "Your color isn't good..."

"Your Highness... I beg your pardon..." His response was strange. "I'm embarrassed with everyone... It's my fault... the Empress was..."

"Are you blind? Lucia is fine." The Omega gave him a confused look. "Are you crazy?" Rome shook his head, his gaze lost. "What's wrong? Lucía is safe and sound."

"I... I'm very cold..." Her voice was lower than a whisper. "I'm very cold... The river was very cold..."

The woman pulled away, hesitant at the contradictory words and was about to call the doctor when, out of the corner of her eye, something alerted her. She looked down and saw a small red stain growing larger and larger.

With her heart in her throat, the Omega grabbed the sheet and pulled it back forcefully. She couldn't suppress the scream that the horrifying truth caused her.

Rome was bleeding profusely between his legs.

Everyone turned at the sound of it and felt the room go as cold as ice. That kind of bleeding could only mean one thing.

The old woman glanced quickly at Rome, afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. "Are you pregnant?" Rome shook his head, his pupils dilated, his consciousness fading from his body. "Have you been sick these past few days?"

"I can't get pregnant... I'm taking care of myself until Din returns..." Rome's eyes closed after those words.

The woman looked down. The doctor and his assistants were trying to stop the bleeding that continued to flow. Red cloths and cloths were passed from one hand to another. There was no doubt.

"The abdomen is completely flat, possibly less than two months old." The doctor's voice sounded like a sharp dagger. Pick stood like a rock, too stunned to say or do anything.

"Your Majesty..." Porsche whispered, placing a hand on his left shoulder.

"Investigate who orchestrated the ambush and bring him before me." His voice made everyone in the room bristle. "I'm going to torture him myself until he regrets being born."

With her hands on her swollen abdomen, Lucia looked at Rome's sleeping face. Inside, happiness coursed through her veins. It was fortunate that the child had died.

"Rome didn't know..." the Queen Mother whispered, wiping a cloth over the fainted Omega's sweaty face. "What will you do, son?"

"It's a secret that will go to the grave with that child. No one will tell him. I'm going to give him another son."

"Pick!" Without holding back, the Empress stood up, upset. "He's a slave. This was an accident, but that child was a..."

"Say one more word and I'll cut out your tongue." The Alpha silenced her. "Mother, as soon as he recovers, I want you to manipulate his tea. I want him completely submissive to me so that he becomes pregnant soon. And you." He looked at his wife. "I want him to spend time with you and the baby when it's born. I want the crown prince to practically be Rome's son so that his maternal instincts are awakened."

"Your Majesty..." Lucia held back her tears. "Don't you think that's cruel to me?" Accepting another Omega is one thing, but letting him bond with the crown prince…

"Cruel? If you don't want to, don't worry. You could die in childbirth." The threat was so clear that the Empress remained silent. "Your decision. Let Rome care for the prince as a wet nurse or as a stepmother."

The woman didn't utter another word. The reality of her circumstances was harsh.

Every day she hated Rome more.

"Your Majesty, you must wait a while before impregnating him, or it could be risky…" The doctor added in a trembling voice. "A couple of months should be enough. He won't know it, but his body will feel the loss of something and will need an Alpha to fill that emotional void."

"From today on, he will be in my room. No one may see or touch him without my permission."

"What is the purpose of that child?" Her mother asked, subtly supporting her daughter-in-law, who was crying in the corner, caressing her large belly.

"He will be the crown prince's playmate. His right-hand man, his brother." He looked at Porsche and received a nod of loyalty.

"But Rome wants to start a family with his partner. What will you do when he returns?"

"He will never return." No one needed any further explanation. Rome's fate was already decided.

When Rome woke up hours later, he found himself in a bed he knew very well. Pick's bed was practically the place he had been sleeping for several months, so he looked up in search of the one who was always by his side.

The Emperor.

"Your Highness..." he commented softly. "What are we doing here? And the doctor?"

"They treated your wounds, and I asked them to bring you here. Keep sleeping; you must recover. That arrow almost killed you..."

"No wonder it hurts..." The Omega looked at the large bandage covering his stomach. "And what are you doing here? How is the Empress? And the crown prince?"

"Everyone is fine." The smile on the opposite lips calmed the anguish that was beginning to form in Rome. "From today on, you're going to stay inside. I don't want you to leave until your wounds have completely healed."

Rome was about to protest, but the words died on his lips due to the dominant aura that seemed to surround the Alpha. He sighed in defeat and lay back down. He still felt very weak.

Pick's calming pheromones permeated every corner of the room, causing the Servant to close his eyes and sink into the world of dreams.

.-.-.

The next day, Pick was reading while Rome's head rested on his leg. The Servant was awake, but he didn't get up, enjoying the Alpha's caresses on his hair.

"Your Highness," Porsche's voice was heard from outside. "May I come in?"

The Emperor replied affirmatively. Rome blushed when he saw him and excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was still embarrassed to be found in his underwear inside the Alpha's chambers.

"What's so important that you dare interrupt my moment of peace?"

"I just returned, Your Majesty. We captured them. They're survivors of Odarude." The general smiled with satisfaction. "I cut their tendons so they can't escape. They're waiting for you."

Pick mimicked his smile; he took great pleasure in knowing he was going to torture those responsible for the attack. Before he could speak, a scream alerted them. It was Rome from the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Pick asked, holding his sword. The Omega looked at him from the floor, his face pale.

"Blood... I have blood on my... pants..."

The assimilation of the crimson liquid stunned the Emperor, who was unable to utter a word. It was normal for the Omega to continue bleeding for a few days, yet he couldn't respond.

"Didn't the Emperor tell you?" Porsche spoke up when he saw that Pick couldn't speak. "The arrow pierced one of your intestines. Even though they removed it, you may continue bleeding for a few days until everything that's accumulated inside comes out. You might even feel cramps."

"Really?" Rome sounded incredulous. "Is... is it because of the arrow?"

"Of course! Why would you bleed more?" The omega blushed and averted his face. "I remind you that the Doctor examined you. If you'd had anything else, he would have noticed."

"I see... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you..."

"Don't worry, come on, Your Majesty. We have to keep talking." Porsche put one of his arms around the emperor's shoulders and led him away. Pick seemed still out of his mind.

The general took him as far from the bathroom as he could and hugged him. "I'm going to speak to you as a friend, not as a subject." He whispered in the opposite ear. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know you should act strong, but it's never easy to lose a son."

Pick hugged his friend and held back the urge to cry. He knew his friend wouldn't judge him if he did; he had trusted Porsche since they devised the plan to overthrow the former Emperor. However, he didn't allow himself to be weak. He was the most powerful and strongest Alpha in the empire.

He should never cry, not even for losing a son. Much less if he was a bastard, the product of a servant. The problem was that it was Rome. Whenever it was Rome, his shields went down. The Omega was his only weakness.

If he could, he would put him in a glass case so that no one but him could have him.

He thanked his friend for his kind words and said goodbye. The promise that they would soon go torture those responsible fell from his lips. Rome appeared after a while, wearing different clothes. It was evident he had changed because of the blood incident. The Alpha guided him back to bed to rest.

"My mother and Lucia will come to take care of you," he said, surprising the younger boy.

"My lord, I don't need anyone to take care of me..."

"I don't want you to be alone," Pick whispered, giving him a kiss when he saw his mother entering with a bowl. That drink would make him much more sensitive to the pheromones and keep him docile and asleep in his bed.

Rome drank the concoction, thinking it was medicine for the pain. His body felt cold, but thanks to Pick coating him with pheromones, warmth returned to his skin. Drowsily, he closed his eyes as he watched the Alpha leave the room.

When he regained consciousness, Lucia was sitting on the bed knitting a pair of stockings. The Emperor's Mother seemed to be studying a scroll about herbs. His body movements alerted the two women, who looked at him.

Due to the drink, sleep dominated his senses. He tried to fight the heaviness in his eyes, but he was losing the battle.

"Keep sleeping," the older Omega told him, watching him struggle with his own eyelids. "The Emperor wants you to recover."

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I'm... so sleepy." Even speaking was difficult for him.

"It's normal after losing so much blood," the old woman replied carefully. "You'll get stronger in time."

"I'm still bleeding." Both women froze, but he didn't notice. "I didn't know... my intestines had been... punctured." Rome laughed to himself, rambling. "I thought... I thought I was... having a miscarriage... I almost died of fear..."

"Rome, do you want to have babies someday?"

"Of course... My partner Din and I... are saving up to buy... our freedom." The image of the Beta made him smile. "Maybe when we're thirty... we'll leave the palace... and start a family."

"I see... That Din... Are you linked?" Lucia looked worried. If that were the case, Rome would notice that Pick had taken his mate's life.

"No... Din is a Beta, the only thing that connects us is our love and our future marriage." The Empress locked eyes with the queen. She hated Rome, but at the same time, she felt bad for him. "Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity. He's asleep now." The servant's head was pushed back against the pillow, and in less than two seconds, he returned to the world of dreams.

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Rome knew it was a nightmare.

It made no sense that his beloved Din was standing before him, completely wounded. The image of the Beta took several steps until there was no distance between them and gave him a hug so warm that the Omega couldn't help but cry.

His mate's hand moved slowly to rest on one of his cheeks and wiped away the silent river that ran down his face. Unconcerned about his condition, Din approached his lips and gave him a shallow kiss. A warm caress.

"I love you, Rome..." he whispered, covered in bruises and blood. "You are the love of my life..."

"Why do you say that as if you were saying goodbye? What happened to you?"

"Don't forget that you are strong, my love..."

"Din? I love you, don't go..."

"I'm sorry for not protecting you..."

"Protect me from what?" The question left his lips as he opened his eyes. His body was still trembling from the warm sensation of his beloved's touch. That felt so real that the desire to know the Beta's whereabouts surged through him. He couldn't stay in bed.

The Omega quickly threw back the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the door. The movements made him feel dizzy. Queen Olga watched him from the window where she was playing a board game with the Empress. The pallor on the boy's face alerted her.

"Rome, what's wrong?" she asked, walking toward him. "What's wrong? Are you in any pain?"

"I... I..." The lump in his throat made it hard to speak, and the vision of Din flitted before his eyes. "I had a terrible dream..."

"A terrible dream?"

"I need to get out..." He commented, trying to push her to allow him to stand, but the woman repeated the same action, forcing him to sit down on the bed. "My lady?"

"Where do you think you're going? Pick said you're staying here. Lie down."

"I need to step out for a moment. Just two minutes to ask something, and..."

"You're daydreaming. Go back to sleep."

"No, my lady. Let me out for a minute, I..." He couldn't continue speaking. Without another word, the woman slapped him, leaving him stunned.

"I don't like being contradicted, Rome," she said, signaling a servant to bring a bowl. "I had something prepared for you to rest. Drink it and sleep."

"But I just woke up..."

"Rome." Lucia spoke this time. "Don't make the Emperor scold us. The Queen Mother lovingly prepared that tea for you to relieve your cramps. Don't be ungrateful."

"Your Highness, my cramps are gone..."

"Are you going to cooperate, or do you want us to force it on you?"

The servant stopped fighting. Din's words were surely a bad omen for having to endure the two women. He felt small and vulnerable. He rested his face on his knees after drinking the foul concoction and began to cry silently.

His body trembled with anxiety and helplessness. A huge emptiness filled his heart, and it pained him not to know why. Perhaps he missed Din so much that his body reacted as if he were sick. Five minutes after the tea, he couldn't calm down. The room had become so cold that the Queen Mother had to cover him with several blankets.

Shiver after shiver struck his bones, causing him to curl up and continue crying. Even though the Queen Mother rubbed his back and Lucia rubbed his head, nothing could dispel the cold inside him.

"My Rome..." Suddenly, the Alpha's voice reached his ears and seemed to calm him. Not caring at all, the Omega pulled away from the women and practically jumped into the other's arms. The dominant pheromones felt as warm as hugging a stove.

The small man sighed in relief. If possible, he would stay glued to the Emperor's warm, pleasant body all day long.

"Did you miss me?" Pick asked sarcastically, signaling to his mother and Lucia to leave them alone. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes... I missed you, Your Highness..." He didn't notice the mockery in the other voice. "Don't take so long again... please..."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, my dear Rome."

The wound still hadn't fully healed, but that didn't stop Pick from kissing and pampering him passionately. Even using only his mouth, the emperor made sure Rome's entire body shook with pleasure. His mission was to make him forget everything and focus only on him.

And he was succeeding.

.-.-.

Every day at the same time, Emma arrived with a dessert.

Sometimes it was ice cream, other times it was chocolates. Her friend usually gave him something sweet to cheer him up in his confinement. Rome took advantage of those moments to talk to her about the palace, but it was difficult because a guard was always watching him.

"Krist, can you get me some water? My throat feels dry..." Her friend made a move to go and stopped her. "Let him go..."

As soon as they were alone, Rome approached her to ask the question that was still on his mind.

"Emma, ​​I need you to do me a favor..." The girl suddenly became serious. "I want you to find out about Din; I had a really bad dream about him. He was hurt and he was telling me a lot of strange things. I'm afraid that..."

"I talked to him yesterday. What do you want me to ask?" Rome was surprised by her answer.

"Is he back?" She nodded and averted her face so he wouldn't notice the lie. "Din asked you about me? He and I have a conversation to talk to. What if we tell the Emperor I want to go to the garden? You can help me…"

"Rome," he was interrupted. "I don't think that's possible."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry for not telling you, but I saw Din very close to another Omega. We had a really bad fight and…"

"You're wrong, Emma. He loves me and I love him, he would never cheat on me. It's all a misunderstanding. Help me get out and I'll show you it's all a mistake."

"Din went on a trip this morning. You can wait until he gets back to talk to him, but I want you to know that I heard a rumor that his master found him in a compromising situation with another boy…"

"He would never be capable of doing that to me…"

"I'm sorry, Roro." Emma grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and slipped it into the other person's mouth. "See? That's why I didn't want to tell you. I don't want you to be sad."

"I'll wait for him and fix all this. I know there's an explanation for those rumors."

Emma knew her friend's stubbornness. It pained her to see that behind the mask of toughness, Rome's eyes had clouded over with the pain her words caused him. Still, she couldn't tell him the truth. To protect him, she had to follow the Emperor's orders to the letter.

"Okay, Roro. As soon as he comes back, I'll help you out. Now let's talk about something else. How have you been feeling these days? Anything new to share? Your body or something?"

The Queen Mother had entrusted her with the task of gathering information about Rome's emotional state in order to know whether or not they should increase the concentration of the concoction. Despite giving it to him every day, the Omega seemed to be more resistant to the Emperor's pheromones than they thought.

"Nothing new," he sighed. "I'm bored. You should get me a book or something."

"Nothing new?" Emma ignored his request. "Aren't you feeling hot or anything strange? Anxiety or tremors?"

Rome raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was the first time his friend had seemed so interested in his condition, and above all, it was suspicious that she knew about his strange symptoms.

"Why... why are you asking me that?" The girl saw the suspicion in the other's eyes. "Why are you asking me so specifically? What are you hiding from me?"

The girl approached him and took his hands without looking him in the eyes. If she wanted to lie, she couldn't meet his gaze. Emma took a deep breath to gather her courage. She was going to need it.

"Roro... promise me that... what I'm about to tell you will stay between us..." The Omega nodded and leaned closer to her. "The day... The day they kidnapped you, they wounded me and I almost bled to death..."

"What? What did they do to you, and why didn't you tell me?" The servant looked at her, frightened. No one had ever told him about his friend's situation. He felt guilty about it.

"That doesn't matter, Rome." Emma felt her heart pound with guilt at his next words. "I had a life-or-death experience. General Porsche rescued me, and ever since then... I've felt those symptoms... the doctor told me it's because my Omega instinct recognizes him as my protective mate..."

The Omega's body stiffened. If what his friend said was true, it meant he, too, was beginning to recognize the Emperor as his own.

"You must be mistaken, Emma."

"Every time I see him, I feel an overwhelming urge to throw myself at him. Sometimes I get chills that don't subside until I hug him and smell his pheromones." Little by little, Rome's breathing became labored. "Does the same thing happen to you? Since you also survived the arrow... Roró?"

His friend was crying silently. It was too much information. Taking in Emma's words meant accepting that he had feelings for Pick. He promised Din he wouldn't fall in love with the Emperor.

He would never betray Din.

"I... I don't feel that way..." he lied, wiping away his tears. "That doesn't happen to me, Emma."

"Oh... I see..." The girl's face still wore an expression of false concern. "Even so, could you help me get closer to the general? I know you're friends... His Majesty could give you some advice on that. What do you think? You can try getting closer to the Emperor so that..."

"Emma," he stopped her. "I'd like to keep some distance from the Emperor once I recover." The Omega sat up straight and pressed her lips together. Her friend had just dug his own grave. Their conversation was undoubtedly being eavesdropped on. She felt worse.

"For now, focus all your energy on regaining strength," Krist entered at that moment, knowing their conversation was over. "What did you bring us? I'm thirsty too."

"Gardenia tea, the Queen Mother sent it to you..."

"I'm sick of that witch with her concoctions," Rome whispered. "I swear, as soon as I can, I'm going to burn all her stupid plants." "She wants to poison me," her friend mocked. "Seriously. Every time I take it, my stomach hurts and my skin crawls. If one day I turn up dead, it's her fault."

Her friend shook her head, looking at the guard.

They both knew he wasn't entirely wrong.

.-.-.

Going back to work was exactly what Rome wanted.

A month had passed since the attack, and he was dying to get out of the Alpha's room. He thought asking to work would free him up, but he was terribly mistaken.

Pick said he could continue his activities on the sole condition that he remained in his chambers. Paperwork and bedsheets weren't a good combination, but at least it served to distract him. There was just one problem.

The Emperor also refused to leave him alone.

"Your Highness, do you think this is all right?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're working in bed because of me. I think we'd be more comfortable in the office and we'd have more time to spare..."

"Nothing makes me happier than being by your side," Pick replied with a smile before pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Besides, this way I can give you my pheromones so you recover faster."

He said the last sentence, looking directly into his eyes, causing Rome to blush and lower his face in embarrassment.

His heart had been fluttering lately when the Alpha got too close to him.

"Who's the incense now?" he replied, rubbing himself against the other's body to avoid his gaze. "Thank you for worrying about me, Your Highness..."

"Rome, may I be honest with you?"

"Of course. What's wrong?"

The Omega moved away from the other's chest and looked at him closely. All he received was another kiss, just as eager as before, and a burst of pheromones. He scolded the Emperor with a pout for his joke, believing he wouldn't really say anything, but that wasn't the case.

"When I found you with that arrow in your body, I was very afraid of losing you," he said, holding his face. "I want to take care of you and keep you safe from my enemies."

"Your Highness... I'm fine, you have nothing to worry about..."

"I would like you to take some time off to recover." It was impossible for the Omega to contain his horrified expression, so Pick continued speaking to calm him. "Lucia is very grateful to you for saving her life. She wants you to be part of the end of her pregnancy and also when the baby is born. Could you do that for me?"

"But my duties..."

"There's already someone taking care of that." Rome pressed his lips together, frowning. The Alpha, of course, expected his refusal. "You can do both, or stay with Lucia alone. Whatever you wish, my Rome..."

"Your Highness..."

"You can choose, Rome." There was no real choice. The Alpha was manipulating him so that, in the end, he would do what he wanted.

"I would like to do both, my lord..."

"All right," he smiled innocently at the servant again. "I'll assign you two attendants so you can give them orders and just supervise. What do you think?"

"Thank you for being so good to me." A knock on the door interrupted the kiss that was approaching their lips. The servant took advantage of the interruption to go to the other end of the bed while the Alpha gave the order for them to enter.

Emma, ​​his faithful friend, entered with a tray containing lunch. Rome greeted her effusively and devoured the food, completely ignoring the exchange of glances between the servant and her Master.

In the end, all that was left was the tea bowl.

"Thank you, Emma," he said, wiping it with a napkin. "You may take it away. Your Majesty, aren't you going to eat?"

"Later. You left the tea; are you feeling sick?"

"Oh, no. It just has a strange taste. I thought it was the contraceptive, but it tastes weird..."

Her friend paled, and Pick sighed, helping him wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Emma's the only one who prepares your meals, right?" The omega nodded several times, trying to hide her nerves. "Tell Rome the reason why it tastes different?"

"Uh... I put a little belladonna in it, Roro. To put your mind at ease, Queen Olga orders..."

"But I feel strange when I drink it..."

"She would never do anything to harm you, and I wouldn't allow it either," the Alpha commented as he took the cup and placed it to his mouth. "Drink it all, dear. I don't want you to stress out."

Rome gulped down the liquid reluctantly. He hated submitting like that. He was ashamed of being treated like a child. He didn't understand why they kept forcing him to drink such disgusting concoctions.

"Your Highness," he said to Pick as soon as they were alone, "Can I stop drinking what the Queen Mother sends me? I'm already feeling fine..."

"I don't want to fight with her. My Rome, I don't have to tell you, but Mother is taking great care of you. Almost as if you were one of her plants, so please don't despise her..."

"No, my Lord, I could never despise her. It's just..."

"Let's get back to work, Rome," the Alpha interrupted him abruptly. "That'll distract you. How many horses do I have to vaccinate this month? What were you saying about feed?"

The Omega sighed. His body felt strange. It was as if he was forgetting something, and he didn't know what. An anguish grew in his chest every day.

A feeling that only the Alpha seemed to calm.

"Your...Highness..." Unable to stop himself, a moan escaped his lips. At some point, the Emperor's pheromones began to surround him until he found himself aroused and seeking him out.

Just as in their first times, the Alpha couldn't stop tasting him with his tongue.

And he also moved up to his stomach again and again to place kisses. The servant felt shivers every time the man's lips touched that area; as if his body recognized that it should tremble in the presence of the elder. Emma's words about the Alpha being his mate still echoed in his head, but he refused to believe them.

"My Rome, what did I tell you to call me when we're alone?"

"Al...Alpha..." The dominant pheromones practically immobilized him, leaving him with no choice but to lose himself in the caresses. "What are you doing to me? Why...why does it feel so good?"

"You told me your body felt strange, dear. I want you to feel well, and every time you feel like you're missing something, think of me and how good I make you feel. Now relax." Rome laid his head back on the pillow and let himself go.

Emma was right when she said Pick's pheromones could calm him.

.-.-.

The Empress's chamber was as magnificent as the Emperor's own. Everything was a shining gold. There was nothing but exquisite decorations and paintings. The woman was certainly educated.

A worthy companion for the most powerful Alpha in the nation.

Only, in her state, she looked more pitiful than imposing. Lying on her large, luxurious bed, Lucia couldn't stand her large, bulging stomach for another second. If she could, she'd stab herself to deliver the child.

And as if that weren't enough, she was forced to share her martyrdom with the master of her murderous instincts. That disgusting Rome. The stupid Omega who lived between her husband's mind and bed.

"You'll be better soon, Your Highness. The crown prince is on his way." The servant massaged her legs with oil to improve her circulation. "You'll see that when you hold him, you'll forget these last few days..."

"Rome..." She looked exhausted and irritated. "You should get pregnant soon. Our children could be friends."

The omega was surprised by the Empress's words and shook his head while smiling.

"My lady, thank you for such consideration. It would be a very nice thing to see, but right now it's impossible. You know my companion still hasn't returned from his journey."

"And if he never returns? Will you never have children?" Rome looked down uncomfortably. "Don't you think it's taken too long? Perhaps it's time to..."

"Your Highness..." Rome stopped her. "Din is the only man for me. Even if I become an old man, I will wait for him. He said he would come back for me. Besides... look at my appearance. No Alpha or Beta has ever attempted to court me. How could I even think they would want my children?"

The young man's words ended with an embarrassed laugh at his appearance, and that infuriated the woman even more.

"You share my husband's bed." Her voice frightened him. "You can bear him a child."

"I... I could never commit such an act of treason," he explained quickly. "I'm taking care of myself. I'm drinking the contraceptive tea every day; that won't happen. Rest assured, my lady."

Lucia didn't like the answer. Thinking about it calmly, it would be good for Rome to get pregnant quickly, or Pick could be after him for years.

Her anger continued to rise every time she saw him.

She wanted to get rid of him.

Despite Emma's words, Rome needed to find out about Din for himself.

Without the Alpha noticing, he took the records from the supply wagons and, just as her friend had told her, her boyfriend had returned, but he left on a trip almost immediately. Knowing that he had returned and hadn't sought him out to talk to was painful.

Of course, he understood his boyfriend's annoyance, but it wasn't really in his power to refuse; still, he thought it wouldn't be wrong to apologize for his behavior. It wasn't Din's fault he was angry. If the situation had been reversed, he would have complained to the man as well. Taking advantage of the Emperor's busyness, Rome managed to sneak into his old room. Entering that place brought a warm feeling to his interior. All his belongings were still exactly where he had left them; nothing seemed to have changed.

But the reality was that nothing was the same. Memories of thousands of nights with Din haunted him. He went to his bed and lay down, smelling the distinctive aroma the sheets gave him together. The peace of the small space gave him tranquility.

Rome felt free.

He needed that moment of peace alone with himself. He longed for freedom.

He stayed in his small bed all afternoon; if possible, he even wanted to spend the night there. However, deep down, he knew that was impossible. The constant sounds outside told him that soldiers were surely guarding the area to take him to the chambers of the ruler of the empire.

And as if the thought had summoned him, Pick entered with a smile. The servant watched him seriously as he stood up. His body tingled, and the urge to run and hug him returned. He clutched the surface behind him to contain himself. The Alpha's pheromones swirled around every corner so quickly that Rome had no doubt about his implicit dominance.

"Your Highness? Why... why are you throwing your pheromones at me?"

"I like to remind you how good they feel," he replied with a smile and opened his arms to invite him to walk over. "Why don't you come hug me?"

His feet came to life without him being able to control them. In less than a minute, the Alpha's chest was the only thing that could perceive his face. Even if it was his own reaction, Rome was afraid. His mind and soul loved Din, but for some reason his body refused to understand.

"What are you doing in this place? My men told me you've been locked up here all afternoon." The major stared at him. "What are you looking for?"

"I... I'm not looking for anything..." The word freedom danced on his tongue. "I'm just... feeling a little nostalgic."

"Nostalgic? Did you miss me that much?" Rome lowered his face so he wouldn't know the truth, but Pick already knew. "Ah... you mean the Beta."

"He's my mate, Your Highness," the younger man whispered fearfully. "I haven't seen him for a long time. It's normal that I miss him..."

The Emperor roughly cupped his face so he could see him. In his eyes, Rome saw intensity and fire. A lethal combination that frightened and excited him at the same time. His body and mind fought between staying and fleeing.

He took two steps back in fear, but Pick pulled him back.

"Are you trying to escape from me?" His voice sounded chilling. "Don't play with me, Omega."

"Never... I'll never try to run away..." Every cell in Rome trembled as his eyes watered. "Alpha... don't look at me like that... it scares me."

"You came here looking for him, right? Were you planning on leaving me for him?" The younger man didn't understand what was happening. "Answer me, Rome."

"I'll never leave your side, Alpha. Trust me..." Tears trickled down his eyes because the opposite grip was hurting him. "I'm scared... you're hurting me, Alpha..."

Pick took a deep breath and let go. For a second, imagining him with Din awakened his most animal instincts. Dominant pheromones danced between them, a clear sign that he was the sole owner.

"Don't be jealous, My Lord. I'm yours..." Despite his conflicting feelings, Rome knew he had to calm him down or he'd suffer another spell of confinement. "Don't doubt me, I'm yours..."

The Alpha looked his small body up and down before roughly pushing him by the shoulders. The servant gasped in fear as he realized he'd been thrown onto the bed. The large opposite hand rested on his intimacy, drawing a moan from him that was as painful as it was pleasurable.

"I've been waiting for this moment since you almost died. I miss making you mine, and what better place than here..." Rome opened his eyes. Doing it here would taint their relationship and his partner's respect.

"No... Not here... Please."

"Give me one good reason why we shouldn't do it here."

"Because I don't want to." At the coldness of the words, Pick stopped. "It's not what I want. You said you'd never hurt me and that you'd protect me. Don't do this to me."

The Alpha froze. Rome was still beneath him, but his free nature still refused to cooperate. He would have to tell his mother to increase the amount of herbs in his tea. He took his lips and kissed him hungrily. Even if he didn't want to, he was going to show Rome that he was the authority of the Kingdom.

"Your Highness!" Rome shouted, pushing him away. "I told you I don't want it! Not here!" Before Pick could answer, the sound of the door interrupted them. They both froze at the soldier's words and locked eyes.

The crown prince was about to be born.

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A scream echoed throughout the room, followed by the cry of a baby.

Beside Lucia, Pick gazed with emotion at the tiny being the midwife was holding. He was so fragile and beautiful that tears welled up in his eyes. The child was placed in the Alpha's arms, who carried him with emotion.

"Our son is beautiful," he said, looking at the tired and weak Empress.

Lucia didn't respond. She simply reached out to receive the child and place him on her chest. Rome, who was at her side, wiped the sweat from her forehead and combed her hair with a smile.

"You are very brave, My Lady," the servant told her, adjusting the pillows. "The baby has ten fingers and ten toes. He is a healthy boy. What is his name?"

"Ryan..." she whispered. "It means Little King."

"It's a beautiful name..."

Despite the sincerity she sensed in the opposing words, the Empress wasn't happy. She couldn't see how her husband watched the child and Rome at the same time. It was impossible to be happy knowing she was being cast aside for a mere slave.

"Carry him, Rome," the Emperor commented when he judged that enough time had passed for Lucia to stop feeling territorial. "You will be the one in charge of caring for my son."

The newly delivered woman felt rage rise throughout her body, but she contained herself. She was too exhausted to fight. She allowed Pick to take the child from her arms and give him to Rome with a smile.

"Hello, Ryan! I'm your nanny, and I'll protect you with my life..." Without knowing why, tears fell from Rome's eyes. The Omega looked at the child, and a painful pang spread through his chest. His instinct screamed at him to run away.

The dream of Din being wounded returned to his mind. What was happening?

"Are you crying with emotion?" Pick asked with a smile. "Think of him as your son..."

"I... I must leave, Your Highness. Excuse me." Without giving Pick time to stop him, he returned the boy to his mother and ran from the room. It was incredibly painful. A part of him was broken.

A part he didn't even understand.

The Alpha caught up with him in the garden, filled with worry. For several minutes, Pick remained silent, barely delivering his calming pheromones. Giving Rome time to process the fact that only he could fill that void.

"I'm with you..." She whispered in his ear, hugging him. "You'll have beautiful children in the future, Rome..."

"I don't know... I don't know what's wrong with me..."

"Maybe it's your maternal instinct. You are an Omega, after all..."

"No... I feel my chest tightening as if someone were on top of my lungs. I think I'm going to faint..."

Worried about his reaction, Pick took him to the royal doctor. The man told Rome that the pheromones of a Dominant Omega like the Empress might have affected him. He gave a very vague explanation and said he would prepare some medicine for him to feel better.

When he was alone with the Emperor, he told him the truth. Rome's Omega instinct was reacting to the loss of his own son. Subjecting him to being with a baby would hurt him greatly. Because of that, for the first week of Ryan's life, the servant didn't see him again.

As if Rome was depressed, he stayed in bed. He cried day and night, calming only when the Alpha returned to the room and covered him with his pheromones. He didn't understand what was happening to him.

Was he so jealous of the Empress that his body invented a psychological illness to manipulate Pick? The confusion made him cry even more.

Fortunately, the Emperor didn't pressure him. Somehow, the man managed to split himself in two and assist both Omegas.

Lucia, on the other hand, wasn't so benevolent. Information about Rome's situation came to her directly from the mouth of an infirmary attendant. Even if she had to use her son, she would hurt the intruder in their relationship.

She ordered Rome to be summoned, with no possibility of refusal. Two soldiers forcibly brought in the Omega, who didn't understand what was happening. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the child and again the uneasy feeling ran through him. The painful contraction in his face was satisfying to the Empress.

She was definitely going to use everything in her power to make him suffer.

"Who do you think you are?" The servant looked at her fearfully. "How dare you reject the crown prince?"

"No, my lady. It's not that..."

"Why don't you want to hold him?"

"I don't know... I don't know, my lady. I don't want trouble, but... I feel bad when..."

"Shut up and hold him." A Beta approached Rome with the little boy and placed him in his arms. Unable to contain himself, sobs escaped the servant's mouth. "Sit there and feed my son. Remember, your reason for living is to serve us."

Torture and that was the same. The Empress's bottle of milk felt as heavy as tears. The boy, however, stared at it, almost confused by the pain he was obviously feeling.

A couple of minutes passed before the boy latched on to the pacifier and began to feed. Rome was still trembling, afraid even to drop it. Suddenly, Pick came running in.

"What did you do to Rome?" he asked, seeing him crying so heartbreakingly.

"I just forced him to give your son milk. What are you afraid of?"

"Your Highness..." The servant looked for him with his eyes, hoping he would save him. However, seeing him with his son in his arms stirred the Alpha's inner self. The dream that lived in his animal self materialized before him.

"Lucia is right," he commented with a smile. "You're the one in charge of Ryan's care. I don't trust anyone but you."

"But..."

"Thank you for your good service." He cut him off. "They'll bring a bed here. You'll sleep next to him starting today."

"Your Highness..." Pick frowned. Rome knew he had to choose his words carefully. "Alpha... I want to sleep with you. Please."

No one expected that. With just a small prayer, Rome was able to get Pick to take the child from his arms and carry him to his own room.

In the Emperor's bed, the Omega hurriedly undressed to get into action and avoid the awkward conversation. Pick, however, had other plans.

"Every morning you'll have to take care of Ryan."

"Alpha, I beg you. I'll do anything but that..."

"You know how important the baby is to me. Do you have any idea how I felt when I saw you holding him? Don't take that happiness away from me, Rome."

"I feel it hurting me deep inside, and I don't know why."

"It hurts you because you resist your instincts."

"I... I don't want children, Your Highness."

Pick watched him silently.

"That's not your decision. You're going to take care of Ryan, and I won't accept any refusals. Understand?"

Despite his hesitation and suffering, Rome fulfilled his role. He learned to change diapers and put the newborn to sleep. He even took turns resting with the Empress. Before he knew it, more than a month had passed.

"So? Wouldn't you like to have your own child?" The Queen Mother intercepted him. "This is practice..."

"When Din returns, I suppose I'll talk to him about it," he said, blushing. "For now, I'll take care of the prince."

"Pick is a very benevolent Alpha. If you tell him you want a child, he'll surely impregnate you."

"My lady! I would never have the emperor's child. We are very different, don't even say that as a joke."

The old woman sighed reluctantly. She knew that soon her son would do everything possible to impregnate Rome, and deep down, she was afraid the Omega would do something to get rid of the child when he found out.

She definitely had to make him fall in love with little Ryan.

And the boy was cooperating, laughing a lot with Rome and pulling his hair. Whenever he couldn't calm down with Lucia, the servant would produce his pheromones, and Ryan would calm down.

Every day, Lucia hated him more.

The other concubines were also wandering around the room, bringing gifts. Rome saw them moving the baby's thousands of toys and saw something large moving. An animal he would recognize anywhere.

A snake.

The omega screamed like a madman and jumped toward the Empress's bed, almost falling on top of her. Lucia also screamed in fear and grabbed the baby in fear.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she exclaimed, trying to calm the crying baby.

"Snake! A snake!" The Queen Mother walked toward the toys, and sure enough, a toy shaped like an animal fell out.

Both women looked at Rome to insult him, but stopped when they saw his condition. The boy was pale and crying profusely, shaking so much it seemed he could not breathe.

"Hey, calm down. It's just a doll," Lucia commented, rubbing his arm. "Do you have a phobia of snakes?"

"I hate them!" Rome replied, still crying. "I'm really scared, I'm sorry. I got scared..."

"Calm down. There are no snakes here." The Empress looked at her mother-in-law; an idea came to her, but she had to wait. "How long have you been afraid of them?"

"I... when I was a child one bit me, and since I was kidnapped and they threw them at me, I feel like it's gotten worse. I can't look at them because I get like this... I'm sorry, my lady..."

"Were you kidnapped? How many years ago?"

"Years?" The servant stared at her, stupefied. "A couple of months ago, my lady. Before the hunt..."

"Really?" Both she and Olga couldn't believe they hadn't found out. "And Pick knows?"

"Of course. He was the one who saved me. Thanks to His Majesty, I'm alive..."

That information left the two women confused. The thought of someone being bold enough to take the Emperor's Omega was unthinkable.

Although it wasn't official, it was an open secret that Pick held Rome in high regard. The boy had become both feared and respected due to the fury any harm to him could inflict on the nation's Alpha.

An Alpha entered the room carrying a large bouquet of red roses. He approached the Empress and handed her the arrangement with a smile. Lucia looked up, reciprocating the kind gesture and receiving a kiss on the forehead.

A caress that didn't compare to the affectionate kiss Pick placed on Rome's lips. The little servant was caught off guard, so, embarrassed, he averted his face so the woman wouldn't see them. Despite this, the Alpha wasn't bothered. He asked Lucia to hand Ryan over to him and began playing with her small hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked, enjoying the tiny fingers. "The prince is beautiful; you're both doing an excellent job."

Still annoyed by Pick's shameless caress of the servant, the Empress decided to play with fire.

"Rome was telling me an interesting story. Why didn't you tell Mother and me that he was kidnapped before the Odarude ambush?" Lucia looked at him questioningly. "I thought if someone kidnapped your Omega, you'd go crazy. Instead, it was practically a secret. Why?" Pick frowned and saw Rome's teary eyes, also searching for an answer.

"Is that why you look like you've been crying?" he asked the servant, who shook his head.

"Dear husband, aren't you going to answer me?" Lucia insisted. "How did you know where to rescue Rome?"

"Your friend Emma showed us the way he was taken," he replied, paying attention to the baby. "You can ask her if you have any questions, Rome."

"Wow... You really ran quickly to save your Omega." At her way of speaking, Rome felt uncomfortable and got off the bed.

"My lady, please don't call me that. I am not His Majesty's Omega..." As he spoke, his voice grew smaller. "I'm just the servant." To avoid a confrontation, he walked to the other end of the room and pretended to arrange some of the objects in order to give the couple some space.

"Let's not talk about that," Pick replied. "That's in the past. Changing the subject, how are the preparations for Ryan's first two-month birthday celebration going?" Pick looked at Lucia for information, but the woman refused to speak to him. "Rome? What have you decided?"

"The Empress and the Queen Mother established the colors." The boy hurriedly grabbed a folder to show him the report he had prepared. "Since your signature color is green, they will make you a dark green suit; the Empress will wear light green, and Prince Ryan a combination of both shades."

"Excellent. And what are you going to wear?"

"We servants will wear white with gold. The hall will also..."

"No. What green are you going to wear?" Pick interrupted. "Light or dark?"

"Your... Highness?" Rome looked uncomfortably at the Empress, who was clearly annoyed. "I'll wear white and gold like all the..."

"You'll wear dark green, then. That way everyone will know you're mine."

"But my lord... I'll be waiting tables and..."

"You'll be with me and Lucia. Right?"

"The Queen Mother is the one..."

"I don't like being contradicted, Rome." The servant tried to convince him with his eyes, but Pick wasn't willing to be flexible. "I want you by my side. Why is it so hard for you to understand?"

The sound of flowers crashing to the ground interrupted Rome's beating heart. Out of anger, Lucia threw the gift Pick had given her away. The Alpha sighed wearily and took Rome's arm to lead him away.

"Rome, get that trash out of here," the Empress ordered before they left the room. "Take advantage and stay outside as well."

The omega broke free from the Alpha's rough grip and picked up the plants from the ground. Clutching them to his chest, he left the room uncomfortably.

Pick glared at the woman in annoyance. He didn't want to wear himself out fighting. He was about to leave when he heard her words and grew even more enraged.

"You're going to scare him away with your obsession," Lucia commented mockingly. "I can't wait to see your face when he leaves you."

"It'll probably be just as miserable as yours."

The alpha left the room, annoyed. He saw Rome searching for a vase to put the arrangement in and snatched them from his arms. Angrily, he carried him to his room.

"Your Highness..." the little boy began. "What you're doing isn't good. The Empress just had your son, I think it's wrong that..."

"Silence. To bed." Despite the discomfort, the omega didn't resist. He missed Pick's touch. It was strange, but his body craved closer strides with each passing day.

They remained silent, sharing and delighting in each other's fragrance until the emperor's hand slid down to his stomach, tickling him.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that when we're alone?"

"Alpha..." his voice trembled with doubt. "Why are you rubbing my belly?"

"To get down here." His hand slipped into his pants. "I miss you, my Rome. You're avoiding me..."

"It's not like that..."

Actually, he was. The servant was using the baby as an excuse to distance himself. He needed space to sort out his feelings and the reactions his body insisted on.

"Don't you like my smell anymore?"

"Of course I do! It's just..."

"What's happening to you?" Pick's voice deepened as he released his pheromones and caressed him. "Why are you running away from me? Tell me the truth..."

"I... I feel confused." The younger felt like he was going to cry. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Alpha...even this way of calling you seems daring. I'm just your servant and..."

"Don't you realize you've become more than that?" Rome blushed. "You're someone important to me. I'm flattered by your feelings for me."

"Feelings? I didn't say that…"

"Do you feel your heart racing when you're by my side?" The Omega looked down, and Pick swallowed to hide his smile. The concoction was working. "When I'm not around you, do you miss me? I think you like me…"

"No! I love Din!" As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it. "I…I mean Alpha…that…Alpha, I respect you a lot and…"

"And that Beta is nothing but a hindrance in your life. Do you think I don't see how sad you look since he left? How much more are you going to suffer because of someone who treats you badly?"

"It's not like that. He's good to me. Couples often have arguments, Your Highness. Just like you and the Empress…"

Pick remained silent. He hated that Rome continued to refuse to be consumed by his pheromones. He had noticed the distance the servant was trying to create between them, but he couldn't. allow it. He produced more of his dominant essence, watching this time as the opposing body reacted and tensed against his chest.

Rome raised his face to Pick's, his eyes intense and trembling. The fear of not being able to control himself was obvious. The Alpha cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. There was still resistance.

"I don't like it when you're with me, thinking about him..." The Emperor took his lips again, slowly this time, then moved down to his neck, placing delicate kisses on his skin. "You don't have to keep thinking about him, my Rome. Forget Din forever. You just have to let yourself go. Why do you refuse to be happy? Do you even like being sad?"

"No..." the slave gasped at the caress. "It's not like that... Alpha..."

Pick liked the tone of his voice. He recognized very well when someone else's conscience began to tremble. Since he was on his side, Rome's hip was easily within his reach, so he slid one of his hands to it to pull him closer, but he never thought the servant would push him away.

"I can't just forget him, Your Highness. He's very important to me." Small drops of water trickled down the boy's face as he placed his hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away. The air in the room was clearly dominated, sapping his strength to fight. Still, he wouldn't give up easily.

"What do you think you're doing, Rome? I assure you, if you call me that again, I'll punish you. Stop fighting and let go."

"Let me go..." he begged, looking at him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop thinking about Din. "I can't keep my feelings for him to myself..."

"Listen to my voice," Pick whispered in his ear as he pulled him closer. "Omega. You're my Omega, Rome." The air grew thicker and heavier with pheromones. "Feel my scent, Omega. Let my scent enter you and soothe everything you feel."

"Alpha..." His breathing grew increasingly labored. "Alpha... please..."

"Forget your thoughts. Stop fighting with yourself, acknowledge how good you feel..."

Rome was losing. The struggle between his brain and his body confused him. The servant didn't understand what was happening to him and why he felt he needed the Alpha to calm the anguish inside him.

"You are here, now, with me," the Alpha whispered again, seeing how his body began to relax. "Everything will be very easy if you surrender to me..."

Little by little, the Emperor's scent seeped into every one of his cells, causing him to enter a state of submission and trust. The tea helped the opposing presence gain so much strength that it managed to erase all thoughts other than the strongest Alpha in the Kingdom.

"Will you forget for now?" Pick cupped his face and stared at him. "At least while you're with me? I'll make you feel so good, my Omega…"

"All right, Alpha…" His pupils were dilated. All his attention was on the older man. "My Alpha…"

With those two words, Pick allowed himself to smile. That was what he needed. Rome surrendered completely, clinging to his body and closing his eyes. The Emperor then stroked his back contentedly.

He was his, and no one was going to change that.

.-.-.

Rome was no fool. He knew that attending the crown prince's celebration dressed as a royal would put him in a dangerous position in front of the court. An Omega who could influence the Kingdom's decisions was never a good look. He didn't want to be poisoned again.

Powerless, he knew he wouldn't have the power to decide whether he was absent or not. He needed help.

"Emma, ​​I don't want to attend the celebration. How can I dress like the Emperor? That's practically blasphemy."

"It's very nice to have a man like that interested in you. Appreciate him, Rome." The Omega looked at his friend, astonished by her words. "Don't look at me that way. I wish we were all treated the way he treats you."

"Since when are you a supporter of His Majesty?" She looked away. "So you're not going to help me?"

"Why aren't you enjoying it? You'll even be able to drink wine at the party..."

The servant scrunched up his face and continued on his way. He needed to find a way not to go. An idea came to his mind, and although it was risky, he thought he had no choice.

"Your Highness Lucia..." he commented, taking a seat next to her. The woman was breastfeeding Ryan in an attempt to calm him, but the baby continued crying. "Shall I help you?"

"Grab him. Check his diaper or whatever, I can't stand his wailing anymore." The Omega grabbed the boy, and as if by magic, the incessant sound died away. "Ha! Even my son prefers you, I'm a joke."

"Don't say that, Your Highness..." he whispered, embarrassed, but nevertheless, I recognized the opportunity. "Although you're right..."

"What are you saying?" Lucia looked at him, offended. "How dare you speak to me like that!?"

Even if there were consequences, Rome was trying to play his cards right.

"Lady Lucia, I honestly don't think it's a good idea for me to attend the crown prince's celebration. My presence there would leave you in a very bad light. Don't you think we should do something?"

She looked at him and couldn't contain her laughter; she always knew the Omega was a cunning boy.

"What do you propose?"

"Help me not go..."

"What do you want to do?" Rome really had no idea how to fix it. "If you say you don't want to go, Pick will force you anyway. The only way you'll miss is if you get sick. I think I know what we'll do, but I'm warning you. If you ever say it was me, I'll tell the Emperor I found you kissing another man so he'll lock you up so you never see the light of day again."

Rome nodded several times and got out of bed. He never thought the Empress would agree to help him, but he was grateful. His mother always said that two Omegas united were stronger than an Alpha. For the first time, he understood the phrase.

Together with little Ryan, the two decided to take a walk in the garden. Several men were following behind them, but Lucia signaled them not to follow too closely because she wanted to get some air. At some point, she approached Rome and took the baby from his arms.

"Listen..." she whispered, pretending to brush a piece of dirt out of his hair. "To your left are some gray flowers. Take one and put it in your pocket. When you're alone... eat it. Tomorrow you'll wake up sick to your stomach."

"Perfect," he said, deliberately throwing one of the boy's toys. "Oh! I'll pick it up right away, my lady!"

.-.-.

On the day of the celebration, Rome couldn't stop vomiting. The contents of his stomach projected out without him being able to control it. It was so severe that Pick was drenched in the disgusting substance.

"I'm sorry... Alpha..." he said, crying, lying on his side in bed while the Emperor placed a bucket at his disposal. "I'm so sorry..."

"Calm down..." the older man replied, gently cleaning him. "Stay here. You'll be able to attend more celebrations."

A smile escaped Rome, so he faked a gag reflex. The boy's stomach really hurt to the point that he regretted eating the plant, but at least it had helped him miss the event. He only hoped it was temporary.

.-.-.

The party was as magnificent as the Empress had imagined. The best part was that the Omega wasn't there and she was the center of attention. Pick seemed quite proud of the future heir to the throne.

It seemed like nothing could spoil the atmosphere. Beside them, Porsche and Emma made sure everything was under control. Guests left thousands of gifts for both the parents and the little one.

Still, the Empress had a bad feeling.

"The party is very nice, I love the decorations," the Queen Mother commented, thanking Emma for checking everything in place of her friend. "It's a shame Rome missed it."

"Bad time to get sick," the general said, receiving a glass of wine. "In the end, his wish of not coming was granted."

"Be quiet!" the servant scolded, realizing her mistake because the Queen Mother turned to look at her. "I mean... don't say that, General..."

"Rome didn't want to come?" Olga approached them. "Did he tell you he wanted to miss?"

"My lady..."

Emma quickly realized that she couldn't trust the Alpha's tongue.

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The Queen Mother hurried into the room. Rome was calmly sipping tea, staring out the window. That almost confirmed her suspicions.

"What did you eat?" she asked in an inquisitive voice. "Answer me, manipulator!"

"My lady... I... I haven't eaten anything. I could barely stand this drink, I'm sick..."

"Not today. Yesterday. What did you eat to get sick?" Rome gulped.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Your Highness. I haven't eaten anything strange." Olga didn't believe him. She walked toward him to intimidate him, but still got no answers.

"Angie. Where are the used clothes?" The girl left and returned with the wrinkled garments. The Queen Mother checked his pockets and found dirt. Enraged, she slapped him. "Crafty Omega."

"My lady..." Rome stood up in fear. "Why are you hitting me?"

"Don't underestimate me. How do you have so much knowledge about herbs? What did you eat?" She wasn't stupid. It wasn't normal for Rome to be so smart. Someone must have helped him.

"I didn't do anything..."

"Do you want me to hit you again?" Even if they hit him, he would never admit that the Empress was his ally.

Lucia's threat was real. He didn't want to be confined for the rest of his life because of the Emperor's jealousy. He could easily withstand several blows from the older Omega.

He closed his eyes, waiting for more attacks on his body. Luckily, Pick entered.

"Mother! What are you doing?" The Alpha pulled him to his side and was enraged at his red face. "Explain to me the reason why you're hitting him!"

"Your Omega deliberately poisoned himself to miss today. Shouldn't you punish him? I told you, son, he doesn't understand his place!"

Rome turned around, ready to excuse himself, but the Emperor's serious face told him it would be in vain. Nothing he said would save him.

"Your Highness... let me explain..."

"I don't want to hear you." His voice was so thick it made him tremble. "Get dressed and go out. I'll wait for you at the party." The boy tried to mention his illness. However, it was in vain. "Do you want to stay here? Perfect. You have a whole year to get used to it. I'll ask my men to set the date on the calendar for your release."

"Alpha! No! Please! Going out is..."

"An order. I'll wait for you. If I don't see you outside in five minutes, I'll know what your decision was." Despite not wanting to, Rome hurried to dress. He wasn't about to tempt his luck with the Emperor's wrath. It was best not to protest.

As soon as he set foot in the celebration, everyone turned to look at him. He would have preferred to be there from the beginning, not when everyone was paying attention to the stranger who was late.

Embarrassed, he hid his hands inside the long sleeves of his dark green robes and headed toward the Alpha. At the most imposing part, Pick was waiting for him with a smile. The servant looked up and met Lucia's angry eyes. He felt worse.

"Your Majesty... excuse me for being late," he greeted with a bow. "What can I do for you?"

"Bring me some wine from that table." It was obvious that to reach the drink, he would have to walk practically across the room to be seen. The little boy sighed reluctantly and went to look for the bottle.

He was about to reach it when he smelled a familiar smell. His body immediately froze. In front of him, Ming was smiling shamelessly.

"It seems we meet again, Rome." The Omega couldn't get a word out. "Are you not going to answer?"

"Your Majesty... Welcome..." Though he tried to keep his voice steady, it was impossible. He turned his head to look for Pick and saw him still sitting on the throne. This was his punishment.

"You still smell as good as last time." The man moved dangerously close to him and inhaled shamelessly. "You're lucky there's a lot of people," he whispered in his ear. "I'd tear you from Pick's arms if we weren't in Araik."

Rome's tears formed. His body wasn't reacting; even breathing was painful. His mind screamed the word "Alpha" over and over again. He wanted to be saved.

"Watch your words, Ming." Suddenly, Pick's voice sounded as an arm wrapped around his waist. "Ragus must have some very beautiful Omegas. I don't understand why you're so interested in my personal assistant."

"You dress him just like you," the older man mocked. "It's clear you have dominion over him and don't plan on letting him go. There must be something good about him."

"He's good in bed." With so many ears surrounding them, Rome couldn't believe what the Alpha was saying. "He's my assistant and my consort. Did I forget to tell you?"

The urge to vomit returned with a vengeance. The entire hall gasped in unison, then fell silent. Even the Emperor of Ragus had fallen silent. Pick smiled again and gave a small bow before pulling Rome onto his throne and seating him on his lap.

While the Queen Mother remained expressionless, Lucia watched Pick, eager to kill him, suppressing the urge to leave.

"Why did you do that?" she asked the Alpha. "You just humiliated me..."

"I won't be the first or the last emperor to have a wife and a consort. Why are you upset? Not even Rome seems that upset."

Upset? No, Rome was devastated. Being the royal consort had implications he wasn't willing to accept. The most important of all was that you must remain by the Emperor's side until the day he died. Some were even buried alive.

He wanted to be free.

"Why do I have to pay for your lover's sins? It's unfair."

"Because you gave him the idea." Her expression turned both indignant and frightened. "Yesterday you went with him to the garden, and after you whispered something to him, he approached the flowers. Did you think my men wouldn't notice?"

The Empress scrunched up her face and pressed the baby against her body. "He asked me for help because he didn't want me to look bad, and it happened anyway. Thank you, dear husband."

There was no point in denying the obvious.

Pick laughed at his wife and placed a kiss on his lover's neck. The Omega didn't dare lift his head, tears falling one after another. He didn't understand why everything kept getting worse.

"Do you like to move people so much? You're making a spectacle of yourself, my dear," the Queen Mother whispered to him. "Wipe your face and behave yourself. You're the consort, don't cry like a fool."

"I'm not the consort," he replied, his red eyes brimming with tears. "I'm just a servant. Why are you doing this to me? It's not fair..."

"Rome, go to the bedroom. I'll be there in a moment to discuss your punishment." The Omega gave him an incredulous look. "Do you think you won't pay for your sin? Don't be deluded."

Irritated, Rome stood up from the other's legs and prepared to escape. Of course, Pick signaled his men to grab him and take him to his chambers. He wouldn't escape.

"How are you going to punish him?" His mother probed. "You must do something to control him. Since you've made it public, there's no going back. He must behave as well as Lucia before committing this lapse."

"Mother, thank you for the flowers you're throwing at me." The Empress stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I'll leave. The baby is hungry, and I refuse to show my breast to this crowd. They have enough with me taking my dignity."

Pick sighed as he watched her leave. He would deal with her later; first, he had to solve Rome's problem. Without the Empress and the baby, the party was over. Everyone said their goodbyes quickly, and Pick decided it was time to punish his servant.

Before leaving, he saw Porsche calling him insistently. Something strange from his friend.

"Your Highness..." he said, pulling him away from the soldiers. "I can smell your scent a little more concentrated than usual. I think your heat is approaching..."

For hours, Pick had been feeling hot and sensitive. He thought it might be a cold, but apparently, something much more interesting was happening. His friend had a very keen sense of smell.

"Prepare a carriage," he replied with a smile. "I'll go with Rome to the cabin east of Mount Araik."

"First thing tomorrow morning?" The Emperor nodded. "Perfect. Anything else?"

"An aphrodisiac. Talk to my mother. Ask her what they gave Rome the first night he was with me and tell her to prepare more. Several bottles for before sunrise. Give it to him for breakfast before we leave."

The walk to his room seemed long. Knowing he would have Rome away from everyone for his personal pleasure excited him. With a smile, he entered his chambers, but the dark aura told him a battle was imminent. He shifted his posture and pretended to be annoyed. This was no time to show weakness.

At the back of the room, the Omega was waiting for him with his arms crossed. Rome was standing, clearly refusing to touch his bed. As stubborn as ever.

"I'm thinking of a way to punish you," he commented, approaching.

"Don't you think the lie he told is punishment enough?"

"What lie?"

"About me being your consort. How could you say something as serious as that?"

"Why are you upset? You're my consort. After Lucia, you're the one who supports me and accompanies me at night."

"No! I'm not! I'm just an object for your pleasure! I'm a slave! I can't be your consort!"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to! A consort must be the son of an official, a minister, or someone important. What would you gain from me?"

"What I gain is my problem. You're my consort, Rome, accept it."

"I'm not! I can't be because I don't love you!" Pick clenched his jaw. "I'm going to marry Din. My dream is my freedom; I'm not going to stay here all my life."

The Alpha glared at him angrily. He felt offended and challenged by the little Omega.

"Do you want to leave the palace? Perfect. You're going to leave here tomorrow." Rome paled.

"Where... where are you going to send me?"

"I'll send you away. Far enough so that no one will bother you and you can enjoy your long-awaited freedom."

"No, Your Highness, please don't." Rome knelt at his feet, anguished by the unknown. "Please don't send me away. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"That's your punishment. You'll have the freedom to live alone in the forest... Well, maybe with snakes and other animals."

"Alpha... Not Alpha..." The servant desperately hugged the opposite legs. "Alpha, I'll do anything, but don't send me there alone. I'm scared."

"It's your punishment." The omega tightened his grip on his legs. "Unless you want me to accompany you..."

Rome lifted his tear-stained face and stood up, this time hugging him by the chest as he trembled.

"I can come with you if you wish." Pick suppressed his expression of pleasure as he saw that he was about to fall into his trap. "I could use a vacation... but if you don't want it, I..."

"Don't abandon me, Alpha..." he begged. "Come with me. Join me. Please, Alpha. I beg you."

"All right. We'll go after breakfast."

The Emperor then grabbed his face and placed a deep kiss on him. The little Omega responded eagerly. It was best that the Alpha be happy, or he would regret it. He would never defy him again.

***

Morning came faster than Rome thought.

Some servants would be coming along with the soldiers who always accompanied the Emperor. He was led into the carriage after breakfast and waited silently for the Alpha. Pick entered as they were about to leave, and the Omega sensed something strange.

A strangely pleasant smell seemed to surround the skin of the most powerful Alpha in the nation. He inhaled sharply and met the stranger's eyes. The carriage began to move. With each passing minute, a warm sensation formed in his lower stomach.

"You smell very good, Your Majesty..." Unrestrained, he spoke, blushing. "Excuse me, I don't know why I said something so embarrassing..."

The Alpha looked him up and down. His cheeks were flushed, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Rome looked aroused.

Pick could feel the slight heat of his heat coming on, especially since the Omega was defenseless and ignorant in front of him. Without saying a word, he pulled him onto his lap and kissed him.

Their tongues met desperately. Saliva even slid down their chins, a wild exchange. They separated, breathing deeply and inhaling the opposite scent. Pick pulled the other's clothing down his shoulders and licked it.

Rome opened his legs and positioned himself better to give him access to his skin. Gasps escaped his lips from the multiple bites and sucks.

"Alpha... Alpha, you're going to leave your mark on me..." he moaned, brushing against his masculine privates. "Alpha... it's so hot... You're going to leave your marks..."

"So? It's just you and me here..." Pick pushed him onto the seat opposite and dropped his pants. Rome flinched and opened his legs instinctively.

"Your Highness... wait..." But there was no turning back. The Alpha's scent covered the interior of the vehicle.

For the Omega, it was as if a storm of dominant pheromones seeped into every particle of oxygen surrounding his body. The temperature rose so much that he began to sweat and tremble uncontrollably. Despite being awake, he felt like he was dreaming. His arms practically moved on their own, tearing off the other man's clothing. The overwhelming need to feel the man's skin drove him crazy.

And the Alpha was the same.

Pick thought he could control himself, but the wave of heat appeared before they reached the cabin. A white blindfold covered his eyes, and he lost himself in his instincts. He was barely aware of the moans and gasps Rome let out every time he thrust into his core.

He became aware that he was the one leading the movements of the servant as he jumped on his member. A few bites were also placed on his skin, and that only excited him more. He lost himself in the pleasure, drifting away from his humanity. When Pick returned to his mind, he was sitting in one of the carriage seats with Rome on top of him, fast asleep. He was still inside, but apparently at some point they had both passed out.

He looked outside and wasn't surprised that it was already nighttime. His heat waves were usually long and pleasurable, but this was the first time he'd lost himself completely. Nor did it seem strange to him that they were outside the cabin completely alone.

His own pheromones were so strong that he was sure not even the animals would dare approach the house. Even he felt overwhelmed. It was good that they made it, at least to drop them off in front of the house.

He pushed Rome's body forward to stand, his legs shaking. He pulled him out of the sheeted carriage and entered the residence. Not caring how dirty he was, he placed him on the bed.

He preferred not to clean him. The longer his seed remained inside Rome, the greater the chances of impregnating him.

He lay down beside him, images from the previous hours coming back to him. He remembered how the servant had been driven mad by the aphrodisiac and smiled. He would have to get him to take it again. He fell asleep again and woke up again when the sensation of something brushing against his body frightened him.

With a rag, Rome took care of cleaning him.

"Your Highness..." the younger man whispered tiredly. "Forgive me if I woke you. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"What are you doing? You must be just as tired. Come and lie with me." Rome shook his head without looking him in the eyes.

“Your Highness, yesterday you went into heat, and we…”

"We had a great time," he interrupted, detailing the many marks of their wild encounter. "I'll have another wave soon, you should rest. Do you want to eat something? You'll need your strength. I had some tea made to give you some vitality."

"I'm fine. I've already eaten, I'll bring you something, Your Majesty…"

"What did I tell you about calling me that? Do you want me to get upset with you?"

"I'm sorry, Alpha…" Pick sighed. "I'll go get your food, I'll be right back."

It didn't go unnoticed by the Emperor that Rome looked clean. He didn't like that. His dominant instinct told him to return to the Omega, trapped in his inner fire. Uncontrollably, he walked to the kitchen and cornered him against a table.

"Al…Alpha…slowly…" Rome panted, trembling as he felt the pheromones of a new wave. "You're going to break me..."

"I want it..." he whispered in his ear and lifted him up.

Thousands of sensual sounds followed. Despite not having drunk the tea, the foreign scent was enough to make Rome go wild; he met each blow and thrust with a pleasurable cry.

However, being in that state didn't mean he was losing himself to madness. The servant watched in fear as the Alpha's fangs protruded like never before, and he trembled in fear. The movement was swift, but not swift enough to prevent him from avoiding the teeth sinking into his skin.

"No!" he shouted, violently pulling at the other's hair. "Your Highness can't mark me!"

"Why not? You're mine!"

"You can't! Don't do it!" The intensity of the heat wave subsided as Rome's pheromones shot toward him. "Stop, Alpha!"

"I want you to have my pups..." he said against his face, and Rome laughed.

"That's your heat talking, Alpha," he whispered exhaustedly. "You'll regret your words..."

"I would never regret giving you puppies... I love you..."

"Promise me you won't bite me and I'll let you fill me whole, Alpha..."

Pick thought for two seconds before picking him up and throwing him onto the bed.

A promise is a promise.

***

"Alpha, can we rest? We've been at it all day and my legs are numb."

"Okay, sorry." Pick apologized and pulled out of him, watching the semen oozing out of Rome. "Are you feeling cramps? Put your legs up."

"What? This is weird..."

"Let's do it together..." At the head of the bed, they both raised their legs. The scene was as funny as it was strange.

And planned. It was all in Pick's mind.

He needed to get Rome pregnant.

***

The cabin's landscape was beautiful.

With the morning dew, all the vegetation shone, creating a view that looked like a painting. Because they had been doing this practically all day, it was barely dawn when they woke up again.

They sat in the back of the cabin on a blanket. The Alpha rested against the wall while Rome lay on his chest. The only thing covering their naked bodies was a thin sheet.

Even so, the scene was intimate and peaceful. The rest they both needed.

"So you're not going to let me shower..." The Omega's voice sounded hoarse. "Or get out of my ass..."

"If you take away my scent or my seed, I'll go crazy." The little boy laughed. "It's not a joke. I feel very territorial around you." Rome sighed, playing with a dry leaf that had blown in by the wind and didn't answer. "Do you like nature?"

"I love it." He took the other's arms and held them close to his body. "I love mornings like this. Dawn is my favorite part of the day. Thank you for bringing me here, Alpha."

"I can build you a house just like this inside the palace. Maybe in the gardens or..."

"You don't have to do that, Alpha," Rome settled against his chest. "It's not the same. I prefer we come here several times a year. Or I can stay here alone and..."

"I would never leave you..." A blush covered the Omega's cheeks. "I'll have more vegetation planted in the palace. Do you want me to have a greenhouse built for you?"

"Why would you do that?" The servant's heart pounded. "You don't have to give me those gifts..."

"You have become someone very important to me..."

"Your Highness..."

"Rome, I can't ask you to be my husband, but I can ask you to be my royal consort. The only person who will be above you will be Lucia..."

The servant shook his head, leaning against the other's body and shifting his gaze to a tray. At some point, someone came in to leave them food while they slept.

"I'm surprised anyone dared to come near," his comment was humorous. "It smells so strong of pheromones that anyone would have a heart attack."

"We came with Beta servants; some of my Alpha men are the ones who tell them when they can come in. I'm very happy to be with you." The Emperor brought the food and began feeding him.

They both ate with gusto and left the tea to the end. Rome saw it and hesitated to drink it, but Pick covered it with his calming pheromones and gave it to him to drink. The little boy felt full and calm, closing his eyes at the sudden sensation of warmth.

Apparently, another wave of heat from the Emperor was coming and affecting him.

"Are you feeling okay?" Pick asked. "You're shaking..."

"I feel another round coming on, Alpha..."

"Don't you find it curious that you can feel it? We have a very special connection, my Rome..." The tension in the other's body amused him. "You don't have to be like that..."

"Alpha..."

"Do you understand why I say you're my consort?" Pick could feel Rome's insides slowly contracting thanks to the concoction. "Your heart beats so fast it flatters me, my Omega."

"Don't call me that... please..."

"Let's go to bed..." Pick commented, lifting him off the floor. The servant's pupils indicated he was out of the game. "You'll feel very good, my consort."

The Omega nodded.

***

Rome woke up again before the Alpha.

The Emperor's breathing was even and calm. He tried to move, but the opposing arms around his waist prevented him.

"Alpha... I need to go to the bathroom..." he said softly. "Let me go, please..."

"My Rome, may I mark you?" The servant twitched. "A temporary mark..."

"Why do you want to mark me? It's not necessary." "We're fine right now," Rome decided to speak to him as an equal. It was important to make his point. "We made a deal in the kitchen. Keep your word."

"I want to feel you mine."

"I'm yours, Alpha."

"Promise me you'll always be by my side." Rome looked at him strangely. "Promise me that you and I will be together forever."

"What's wrong, Alpha? Did I do something to make you doubt me?"

"Darling, I'm having feelings for you."

A bucket of cold water fell on Rome. He never thought Pick harbored feelings for him. He wanted to escape, but the Alpha's grip wouldn't let him. He decided to sit on the bed and breathe to control himself. To pretend it hadn't affected him.

"Your heat is out of control." He avoided meeting his eyes. "We're like rabbits, we should rest. I'd like to make you something to eat. Salty or sweet?"

"I can't control myself when I'm around you."

"I need you to do it. I haven't bathed in two days. Sweet or salty food?"

"Don't bathe. I like my essence to remain inside you..."

"Alpha!" Rome scolded him, blushing. "Don't be such a pervert..."

"Should I produce pheromones to make you just as perverted?"

"I want to rest. I'll ask you one last time. Sweet or salty?"

"Give me something sweet..." The Omega nodded at his words and moved him away from his body.

The Emperor remained lying there staring at the ceiling. He felt exhausted from so much physical activity, but he was sure his heat was over. It had been three wild and hot days with Rome.

He was always impressed by the Omega's stamina. Not everyone could endure his heat. Even Lucia and the concubines had to take turns so they wouldn't faint in his bed on the days he lost his mind.

Rome was incredible.

And he was taking too long. Why was it taking him so long to return with his food? Pick shot out of bed and headed for the kitchen, surprised not to see him there. He scanned the cabin, distressed by the Omega's absence. He sharpened his senses until he found him in the courtyard.

The servant was crouching in the middle of the garden. He seemed to be chewing something he was forcing down with water.

"What are you eating?"

"Ah, Alpha, you scared me!" he said, standing up. "It's purple herb. I noticed there were several of them yesterday when we had breakfast here."

"Why are you taking that?"

"It's a contraceptive. I have to avoid any accidents..."

The Emperor's fury surged.

Rome was driving him crazy.

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The blood inside the Alpha grew so hot that his pores began to sweat. Rome stood before him, silent and unmoving. Pick was certain a gust of dominant pheromones had erupted from his body beyond his control.

The Omega trembled before his eyes, stunned by the murderous aura that had taken over the entire courtyard. He took a few steps to stand in front of the little boy and, without measuring his strength, grabbed the other man's jaw.

"Who gave you permission to take that?" he asked in a low, threatening voice. "I want you to throw it up immediately."

"Alpha..." Rome's stomach tightened. "I... don't feel like throwing up..."

Without saying a word, Pick stuck his fingers in the other man's mouth and pressed against the back of his throat to induce gagging. The servant gasped, frightened by the outburst, and his body reacted out of inertia, committing an unforgivable act.

He slapped the Emperor.

Time seemed to stop for both of them. Thousands of tickles moved through Rome's body. Everything became so cold that the sweat on his forehead quickly cooled. The Alpha's gaze, along with his labored breathing, told him he might die.

"You dared to hit me?" Pick furrowed his brows, his gaze sharp as his fists clenched in an attempt at self-control. "You dared to hit your master?"

"Your Highness... Alpha... Alpha... I'm sorry..." The Omega's voice trembled. Hitting the Emperor was such a disrespectful act that there was no room for forgiveness. The man's body seemed to grow larger with every passing second.

Or he felt smaller.

"I should kill you..."

He couldn't bear it. His instinct told him to escape or he would actually be killed. He turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't bother looking back; the most important thing was to find a hiding place. Of course, he couldn't get very far. His forehead slammed into a tree, while his arms were pinned to either side of his head. Tears slid down his cheek and wet the bark in front of his eyes.

He didn't want to die.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." There was no point in struggling or fighting. "Don't kill me, Alpha... please... I didn't mean to hit you... sorry... forgive me, Alpha..."

"I'm getting sick of you..." The whisper of the other voice crept into his ear. "I've been very good to you, and you don't seem to see it."

"Forgive me, Alpha, I'll behave. I swear..."

"I should tie you here for a slow, painful death."

"I'll do anything, just don't kill me... please... Alpha..." Pick tightened his grip on his wrists before turning him around. Rome found himself staring into the raging anger of the other's eyes.

The Emperor's hot breath met his lips, and Rome braced himself for a kiss that never came.

"Show me your neck." Rome froze. He wasn't sure if the Emperor's heat had passed. If not, it would be a permanent mark. That scared him. Rome didn't want to belong to the nation's greatest Alpha.

He wanted his freedom.

"Alpha...I..."

"Show me your neck." There was no room for objection in the opposing voice. It was an order so clear that defying it meant death.

Tears continued to slide down his cheeks as he took a deep breath and turned his head to the side. He knew what was coming, and yet he couldn't stop himself from screaming. The sensation of fangs piercing his skin hurt more than he expected.

From his neck, a hot lightning bolt shot through his entire being. Every inch of his body arched, trying to escape, but the Alpha's hands gripped him so tightly that movement was beyond his reach. It was useless to fight the Emperor's strength.

Rome thought he would actually die. Pain, heat, and stabbing pains. They all mingled, shaking him. He closed his eyes, feeling the strength in his legs fading. Only then did the Alpha release him. He sank down, sitting next to the tree, his hands clutching his neck, blood seeping down his shirt.

His mind felt cloudy and confused. Each breath was heavier than the last. And at the same time, his instinct screamed at him that if he wanted relief, the answer was right in front of him.

The Alpha's yellow eyes made a fantastic contrast with the red stain around his mouth caused by his own blood. A crimson liquid that seemed to throb as much as his neck. He needed to calm the sudden despair caused by the sight of the man standing, keeping his distance.

"Alpha..." he moaned, intoxicated by the rush of emotions. "Aren't you... Aren't you going to heal me?"

"Your wound will heal itself in a couple of hours."

"But..."

"You are mine, Servant. Don't forget your place." And with those cold words, he left. Watching his retreating silhouette, Rome understood that this was his punishment. There was no need for beatings or isolation; the pheromone deprivation was far crueler.

And painful.

He stayed there for quite some time, waiting silently for Pick to return to comfort and heal him. Inwardly, he prayed that the Alpha would be able to sense his despair through their new bond and take pity on his weakened state.

The sunlight gradually faded until everything turned dark, and then he realized he wouldn't be returning. His whole body trembling from blood loss and the need for pheromones, the small servant staggered to the cabin.

The wind made a somber contrast to the darkness of the place, which remained as gloomy as it was cold. He crossed the door and lit a candle in order to see something that wasn't there.

"Alpha..." he whispered fearfully. "Alpha, where are you?"

He refused to accept that he was truly alone. With slow steps, he made his way to the room that had witnessed their three days of passion, seeing it as cold as the rest of the house. Inside him, he felt an itch from the scent of the Alpha still lingering on the sheets.

With his fragile hands, he grasped one of them and covered himself. He needed to warm up while he continued searching for the owner of the pheromones his body craved. Without realizing it, small drops fell one after another from his eyes.

It was a small river of tears that intensified when he reached the front of the cabin and realized the carriage was no longer there. He had definitely abandoned him.

"Alpha!" he cried this time, his heart beating faster. "Where are you? Don't joke, I'm scared..."

He pressed the sheet against his body and brought it to his nose. The scent might have calmed him a little, but he knew it wasn't enough. He went back inside, trying to compose himself, fear flooding his every cell.

Was the Emperor really capable of leaving him alone?

The bite was punishment enough.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a horse approaching and ran to the door, hoping Pick had regretted abandoning him.

He was wrong.

Krist, Pick's faithful servant, watched him with a sad expression. Surely the soldier was aware of the suffering his soul was experiencing.

"Where did my Alpha go?" He felt ashamed to ask it like that, but his Omega instinct dominated.

"His Majesty has gone to the palace." The reality hurt him. "I have orders to accompany you if you wish to return. If not, you can stay here. You can hunt an animal if you're hungry..."

"No..." The feeling of need made it hard for him to think clearly. "Let's go... let's go to the palace... I need... I need it... will you give me space up there with you?"

"I can't approach you or let you climb onto my horse, but I can guide you on the way while you walk."

He wasn't even surprised. The Emperor's cruelty was no secret to anyone.

He didn't know how long he walked until they reached the palace; the only thing he was sure of was that the blisters on his feet hurt as much as the brand. It seemed like a competition between the two to see who burned more.

Without leaving the sheet, he inhaled the air inside the palace to track down the source of the only painkiller that could calm his anxiety. Even though it was very late, he knew Ryan was surely awake and, consequently, the Alpha must be accompanying him.

Even if his pride told him not to go to the Empress's chambers in that state, his Omega side compelled him to move. He wiped away the trail of tears that occasionally appeared and passed through the door guarded by soldiers.

The Queen Mother and Lucia were startled by his entrance, but they didn't say anything to him. His appearance must have looked disastrous, but he didn't think about that. The image of the Alpha in front of him was blinding.

For the first time, the man gave him a hard, cold look. His heart sank.

"My Alpha..." he stammered, walking slowly toward him, but Pick turned his back on him. "Alpha... Alpha... I'm here... I've come... I need you..."

His words didn't matter, nor did the way he groveled. The Emperor ignored his condition and his pain. Not a hint of pheromones reached his being.

"Mother, Lucia, I'll go to my chambers. See you tomorrow." Without even a sympathetic look, the man approached the door. Rome ran desperately.

"Alpha... I'm back..." He repeated, trembling, holding the elder's arm. "Can... can we talk?"

"Don't touch me."

It couldn't be true. The cold treatment must be a lie from his brain. Ashamed of the rejection, Rome pulled the sheet tighter around himself and lowered his head. Every joint in his body contracted.

What was he going to do without the Emperor?

The fatigue was intense, but not as much as the desire to feel it.

"Darling, you look terrible," Olga commented, approaching to remove the blanket that covered him. "The blood... Did Pick bite you?"

"Which blood?" he asked, bewildered, struggling to keep her from taking the piece of cloth from him.

"On your neck... you have dried blood..." Rome covered himself, embarrassed that the women were noticing his condition. "I suppose he gave you a temporary mark, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to get out of bed."

"Did Your Highness tell you why he's upset with me?"

"It must be because of how messed up you look," Lucia said, approaching with a wet towel. "Let me clean you up."

More than helping him, the Omega wanted to see the mark up close. She needed to confirm the truth. It looked fresh and unhealed; it was clearly a punishment. Rome walked on his own two feet, so she assumed it wasn't a permanent mark; still, it was deep enough to last for months and control him. She wiped the cloth roughly to cause pain; she hated that the bond between her husband and the servant had strengthened once again. She didn't stop until the opposing tears multiplied from the force she applied.

"My lady, it hurts..." Rome begged, crying. "Enough... please..."

"Drink this to calm your nerves," the Queen Mother commented, handing him a tea. "Pick will probably call for you later. You can't see him looking so upset..."

Even though he didn't want to, Rome drank it. Regret came after about fifteen minutes. He didn't say anything, just left the room and bit his lip. His body seemed to be burning from within with the fire of need. The desperation for the pheromones increased from zero to one hundred in less than a minute, making the Alpha's refusal all the more painful.

Without permission, he reached the Emperor's chambers and pushed past the soldiers, entering the room where Pick was quietly reading from the bed.

"Alpha..." he gasped, trembling. "Forgive me, Alpha..."

Without waiting for a reply, he quickly stripped off his clothes and threw himself at the man. Despite the closeness of their skin, it wasn't enough. Inside him, a sea of ​​pain rumbled, only a kiss would soothe him.

"Get away." His movements froze. "Get out of here. I don't want to see you."

"No, Alpha... no, please... the mark... it hurts..."

"Don't you always say you want to go to your room? I'm giving you permission. Go."

"Alpha... listen to me, I didn't want to..."

"Take him out of here." Two soldiers took his arms and dragged him out of the great ruler's room. His clothes slammed violently against his face. His dignity was lost when he saw that the Emperor didn't care that his men saw him naked.

"Alpha!" he shouted, pounding on the door. "Please! It hurts! Please!"

No matter how much he screamed, no one opened the door. He cried desperately and even hurt his hands, but Pick wouldn't let him in. The feeling of darkness and anxiety remained. He felt like he was going to lose his mind; he needed air.

He went out into the garden. It was all the damn tea's fault. He wasn't stupid. He'd known he was sick before, but since he'd drunk it, everything was worse. He made his way to the gray flowers Lucia had used to make him vomit, only to find they were all uprooted.

Fury raged in him.

Why did he have to suffer so much?

He ran to his room, filled with rage. He began destroying everything. Going crazy. The constant throbbing in his neck made his anger worse. He screamed and screamed until his throat burned as much as the blisters on his feet.

In a fit of madness, he grabbed his nightstand and slammed it against the door, causing something shiny to fall. Din's anklet.

Din had always told him so. The Emperor was a bad man.

The helplessness of not listening to him screamed in his face. He was an idiot. A fool the size of the empire. He took his beloved's gift and cried even harder than before. His absence hurt.

But what hurt the most was the Alpha's rejection. That stupid Alpha who dared to bite him and deny him his pheromones. The discomfort in his chest spread again, mercilessly, squeezing his breath.

He realized he was trembling. Surely the fever of need was going to kill him. The Omega hugged himself in an attempt at self-consolation; he wanted to hold on to something. Anything to replace what he wanted.

Damn Alpha, he thought.

The instinct to seek him out surged again, screaming at him to run to its side. Before he knew it, the suffocating sensation overcame him. If he didn't calm it, he'd rather die.

His legs moved automatically. His exhausted and desperate mind was telling him where the only place he could cool off was. Under other conditions, he wouldn't go near it, much less at night, but nothing mattered.

Next to the palace, the lake where he found a snake greeted him. The cold wind of the early morning couldn't quell the heat, so he didn't hesitate and threw himself into the water.

The icy impact against his hot skin was like several needles stabbing each other.

And at the same time, it lulled him to sleep.

Finally, he was able to calm down.

***

The Emperor paced back and forth. His chest tightened with each passing minute. If he were honest, he could even feel his palate itch to bite Rome again. Inside his body, the accumulated pheromones burned him. He wanted to release them to please the servant, but at the same time, he wished he would suffer more.

No one who had ever struck him lived to tell the tale, and yet the omega was still breathing.

"Where is Rome?" he asked, feeling his hands begin to itch. Despite not being marked himself, his instinct told him to calm the omega.

"In his room. They say he's destroying everything; apparently, the longing is driving him mad."

"Did they give him the tea?" Pick watched the man, feeling his muscles tense.

"Yes, Your Highness. The Queen Mother practically forced it down his throat."

"He must be wanting to tear his skin off." Even though it was his plan, he felt disgusted with himself. "Did they tear the flowers off too?"

"Of course. We thought he would go to the Empress or the Queen Mother, but he secluded himself in his room."

The alpha nodded at the opposing words and paced. He was starting to despair. The doubt of how much longer he should endure the punishment for not killing Rome swirled in his mind.

Why did he spare his life? Did he adore him that much?

He had marked Rome almost instinctively. He knew his heat was over, but that didn't mean the mark was superficial. It was a form of control and a warning of belonging. The bond that formed between them was hurting him. He wanted Rome.

And he wanted him immediately.

He adored him so much that he couldn't make him suffer any longer.

Unable to stop himself, he ran to his servant's room. The mess inside showed him that the Omega had indeed lost his mind.

And he was about to do so because Rome couldn't be found in the mess.

"Where is he?" he asked, taking the sword from Krist. "You said he was here!"

"We left him here, Your Highness. I swear..."

"Find him! Where could he have gone? Why did you take your eyes off him?"

"You said we shouldn't follow him so he'd feel alone..."

"Don't answer me!" His teeth burned; he needed to feel the Omega's skin quickly. "Wake everyone up! He can't disappear!"

The Alpha's fury stirred everyone. No matter how hard they searched, there were no clues to the Omega's whereabouts. The cold night was about to end, and Rome's scent couldn't be detected.

"Your Highness, I thought I saw someone walking toward the training grounds." Pick had a bad feeling at the gardener's words.

The thought that the Omega would go to the place where he'd ordered the snakes to be released never crossed his mind. His plan was to make Rome so afraid that he'd stay away from the soldiers. Why didn't he think the Omega would be so stubborn?

Devastated by the stupidity of his own ignorance, he ran to the lake in the great field. In the distance, he saw a floating object. He didn't have to think twice. The green suit was quite distinctive.

"No..." He groaned in fear and approached the water. The cold against his pores hurt, almost tearing him apart, but it wasn't as strong as the anguish of seeing Rome with his face under the frozen liquid. "My Rome. My Rome, open your eyes..."

Despite the calls, the boy remained unconscious. The Alpha pumped his chest several times, watching water gush from his mouth and opposite nose. He couldn't lose him. It hadn't been his plan to do so.

Even the wound on his neck was open and bleeding. He felt stupid. Regret coursed through every inch of his being. The light of dawn hit Rome's pale face, showing him drops of water falling on his skin.

The Emperor was crying.

Tears of remorse. A remorse that he thought would end in tragedy until Rome coughed and vomited a large amount of water. The servant was turned sideways as he spat out every last drop.

Pick remained motionless. He waited for the contrary breathing to normalize; only then did he release a large amount of pheromones. The little Omega felt a wave of warmth spread throughout his body.

His mind was confused. He understood nothing but the feeling of the Alpha's arms and the larger man's trembling body.

"Did you try to kill yourself?" He heard that question in his ear, but didn't answer or return the hug. "Why did you go into the water? Do you hate me that much?"

Everything came back to him.

He breathed in the pheromones surrounding him with gusto and leaned back against the other man's chest, closing his eyes, exhausted but finally relieved.

"If my Alpha doesn't give me his scent... I'm not going to stay... with my arms crossed..." Despite his exhaustion, Rome was still annoyed. "I have to find relief if you don't give it to me..."

"What are you saying?" The Major pushed him away, grabbing his shoulders. "Don't you realize you could have died?"

"And die because of you, which isn't the same thing..."

"How dare you say something like that to me? Don't you understand how worried I am about you?"

"It's not my fault my words hurt you." The Omega noticed the tears and held the other man's face with a smile. "You marked me, now take charge."

The mocking sneer on the servant's face infuriated him, but at the same time, calmed him. The Alpha was blissful to see Rome indirectly accepting his mark. Without hiding his sudden happiness, the Emperor lifted him in his arms and cradled him against his chest.

If Rome wanted his pheromones, he would give them to him.

***

The amount of sunlight filtering through the windows indicated that more than half a day had already passed. The Omega huddled inside the sheets, feeling the warmth of his mate. He opened his eyes heavily and met the Alpha's gaze.

"Did you sleep well?" Pick said sleepily. "Today we have the day off; it was a chaotic night..."

"Speak up for yourself. I have Ryan to look after."

"Stay with me..."

"I know I almost died last night, but you don't need to treat me gently, Your Highness..." The Emperor frowned angrily and leaped at the servant. "What? Are you going to bite me?"

"Why do you keep playing with me?" The man's voice rumbled gravelly. "Omegas are supposed to be docile and polite. Stop denying your nature."

"If you don't like it, you can leave me alone. I'll gladly go for a swim in the lake..." The attempt at a fight was interrupted. Without any tact, the Alpha took his lips. Rome tried to fight, but the pheromones that shot through his body weakened him.

As soon as they separated, the Alpha clasped his hands and moved towards Rome's neck. The servant contracted his body as he felt the teeth penetrate his skin without warning. The pain of the mark coursed through him, but was soon replaced by pleasure.

The Emperor's healing licks felt so good. That was the order of things. Any Omega wished that after the mark came pampering. Caresses like the ones the man provided.

Rome lost himself in the pleasurable sensation, gasping and bringing the opposite tongue closer to his skin. A state of ecstasy clouded his senses, taking him away from the defiant attitude he had set for himself.

"Don't you dare ever leave," Pick whispered, looking down at him. "You are mine..."

Rome narrowed his eyes, coming back to himself. Last night at the lake, he had sworn to never trust the older man again; yet, here he was giving in again.

"Say it, Rome, say you're mine," the Alpha repeated, tightening his grip.

"Tell me."

"What good is being yours if you'll abandon me whenever you want?" Despite his skin burning with desire, the Omega resisted pleasing him completely. "I prefer to belong only and exclusively to me... Well, maybe to Din."

"Do you think this is a game?" Pick shouted, sliding a leg between the Omega's, exposing the hardness of their intimacy. "Because if you think so, you're losing."

The younger sneered and released his pheromones, rubbing himself against the opposite limb.

"Losing? Don't make me laugh, Your Highness." He felt exposed, but his stubbornness was greater. "I'm not the one who looks desperate..."

"You're playing with fire..." Pick released his pheromones, causing Rome's cheeks to turn red. The wetness on his lower body made it clear he was getting aroused. "Don't forget you have my mark. You belong to me."

"And you belong to me..." Following his example, the servant released a large amount of his own essence. Enjoying how the Alpha began to breathe heavily, needing him as well.

The Emperor's lips returned to his neck, kissing the newly healed mark hard. That touch caused another involuntary moan to leave his lips, which he was sure would soon be lost.

"Your Highness..." he sighed, almost choking. "If you're going to do it...do it to me right."

The challenge was all the ruler needed. In one fell swoop, he removed the servant's clothes and made him his. The overwhelming need to prove his dominance filled every space in his mind.

And yet, they both knew Rome was the one who won.

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At dinner time, they left the room. They had spent hours savoring each other's skin and moans. They needed to breathe. Especially Rome, who felt stupid for falling back into the Emperor's clutches.

He wanted to keep his distance.

The problem was that it was difficult with Pick holding his hand throughout the palace. Being dragged to the Empress's chamber wasn't in his plans, much less the incredulous stares of all the subjects. Some even bowed as he passed.

Only at that moment did Rome realize the recent events. He didn't stop to consider that everyone considered him the royal consort. How could he forget something so important?

"Your Highness..." Although he tried to break free, the Alpha's grip was too strong. "Please let me go. Everyone is watching us."

"And what's the problem? Let them see us. I don't want to let go of you, or you might fall. Remember, your feet are still injured."

"If you hadn't made me walk back, I wouldn't have blisters." Rome sighed. "Besides, the doctor bandaged them very well. I can walk without support."

"Your hand and mine look perfect, my Rome. I don't understand why it bothers you that others watch us..."

"There may be misconceptions, Your Highness. We still haven't clarified that I am not your consort."

"You are my consort, Rome." The boy stopped in his tracks and gave him a dumbfounded look. "Why are you reacting like this? You hold my hand and bear my mark. Accept your place."

"I am not..." He gasped as he was pulled back again. "Your Highness, I am not your consort. Stop saying that. The Empress may be upset if you continue to play like that."

"Tomorrow morning you should take Ryan to the garden. My mother planted some beautiful flowers…"

"Don't change the subject. I don't like how everyone sees me; it's uncomfortable. Besides, I can't be your consort. You can promote one of the concubines; they are beautiful and intelligent…"

"I've always been impressed by how incapable you are of realizing your own beauty." The Omega blushed and lowered his head. They were already outside Lucia's chamber. "None of them compare to you. No one has the magic you possess, my Rome."

The Emperor took hold of his face and kissed him deeply. For the little servant, it was as sudden as it was pleasurable. His heart beat anxiously and yearningly. Perhaps later they would have another encounter.

His own body yearned to feel the man's essence.

"Alpha…" he sighed, pulling away. "Come on… let's go see the Prince…"

Pick smiled at him and clasped their hands again. The servant didn't resist this time; the delicious trembling that racked his body didn't let him think. He didn't understand why the opposite words felt so good.

"My dear..." The Queen Mother greeted them. "Welcome, Rome. I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

"Thank you, my lady..." He didn't miss the Empress's angry glare. "Good night, Your Highness Lucia. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Come and take Ryan. He's been crying for you all day..."

It wasn't a secret. The little baby adored Rome and wouldn't calm down until he cuddled him against his chest. His tiny hands clung weakly to his shirt, almost as if afraid of losing him. He was definitely Pick's son; the boy also loved her pheromones.

"Were you really crying for this ugly Omega?" Rome whispered, moving the infant from side to side. "You should be afraid of my ugly face…"

Despite speaking very softly and even laughing at his own words, the Emperor was able to hear him and felt annoyed. He hated how little the Omega valued himself.

"It's good that you don't lie to him," Lucia said with a smile. "It's essential that from a young age he knows how to differentiate between what is fine and what is ordinary. In your case, from what is deformed."

Rome's lips pressed together in disgust. It wasn't the first time someone had spoken to him in a derogatory manner, but the Empress's doing so was painful. He justified his actions due to jealousy of his closeness to Pick, however, that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"The only truth is that you look beautiful with him in your arms," ​​the Alpha commented, coming to his side to pull his chin to the side in order to kiss the scar. "Do you know the art of Kintsugi?" The little boy shook his head slowly, never leaving the Alpha's lips as they brushed his skin. "It's when you take a broken pottery and repair it with gold. Instead of hiding the fractures or scars, they're highlighted, giving it new value. It becomes an even more important piece than a perfect, historyless pottery."

Rome's heart fluttered again at the statement. Indirectly, Pick was telling him he was beautiful. The man who knew his past didn't look down on him.

"Later we will celebrate your resilience..." The Alpha spoke again, this time looking mockingly at Lucia and her offended face. "Your peculiarity brings me immense happiness..."

The scene was intimate and romantic. Even little Ryan stared, entranced, at the superficial kisses the Emperor repeatedly placed on the opposite face. It was a spectacle of two people in love in every sense of the word.

Only the truth was more manipulative and darker than a simple love story.

"Son," the Queen Mother interrupted them, "I have prepared a new tea for Rome. Since I saw him so ill yesterday, I asked the doctor for instructions on how the concoction would help raise his vital energy."

The heat of the steaming cup brought back bad memories for the servant. At first, he didn't notice, but after yesterday, it was quite clear that what they were giving him wasn't just any tea. The brand he shared with Pick sensitized him to pheromones, but that damned tea drove him crazy with their presence.

He wasn't imagining it. It was truly manipulating him.

When Pick wasn't there and they gave him the horrible concoction, his anxiety would kill him. It wasn't by chance or necessity. Something felt off. He wasn't stupid, and he didn't intend to be influenced either.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I'll drink it later," he replied with a false smile. "I'll feed the Prince first."

"I'll take care of him." Pick approached to remove the child from his arms. "Sit down and enjoy the hot drink. The night is starting to get chilly."

Of course, the Alpha was also involved. Anger surged through his every vein, but he took a deep breath to control himself. He reminded himself of Din's words. He shouldn't be confused by the fine words. He was nothing more than a slave to them.

"Thank you." He took the cup and barely moistened his lips with the brown liquid. "It's good, my lady. Thank you."

"Yes? Do you like it?" "He nodded. "Is it too sweet or does it taste good?"

"It's perfect..." He pretended to drink again. "The warmth running down my throat is pleasant."

"Really?" Olga mocked. "If the drink crossed your lips, I'd believe you, but you're a terrible actor. Drink it. I want to see the bottom of the cup."

Rome tensed. It wasn't just the Queen Mother; everyone was paying close attention to his actions. The problem was that he didn't want to feel the unpleasant tingling sensation running through his body along with the scorching heat that took his breath away.

He wouldn't allow that.

"My lady, I'm full right now. Thank you very much, but..."

"Rome, are you contradicting my mother-in-law?" Lucia commented in a serious voice. "Don't think that just because you touch a little gold, you're as shiny. You're still a vessel for your owners' use. Drink it."

"And if I don't want to?" A gasp escaped from the other mouth. "I'm not going to drink that."

"Pardon?" This time it was Olga who indignantly walked toward him. "What are you saying?"

"Don't you hear me, my lady? I'm not going to drink your concoctions. I'm fed up. I don't know why you do it, but I refuse to be manipulated by them anymore."

Pick clenched his jaw as he tightened his grip on the baby. It was only a matter of time before Rome realized it, and he knew it; he just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The Queen Mother's laughter made it abundantly clear that his assumptions were correct. Rome wanted to cry from helplessness. He should never have trusted those women.

"Why... why did you do that to me? Why play with my pain?" He turned his gaze to Pick. "Was it fun seeing me crazy about you? I thought you liked me. I never thought you hated me so much, Your Majesty."

The Emperor had two options: become the victim or the victimizer. And of course, he would never lower himself.

"You asked for it," he said cynically. "If you behaved, I wouldn't have to force you into my arms."

Rome's chest tightened, this time with the pain of betrayal. He struggled to process that everyone had ganged up on him. He threw the cup to the floor in rage, not caring that it shattered. One of the shards flew and cut his ankle. Blood flowed from the wound as tears streamed down his face.

"We're leaving." The Alpha grabbed his hand after handing Ryan over. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Don't touch me!" He pulled away roughly, though he regretted it immediately. The Emperor's dominant pheromones were released, causing his legs to tremble. He nearly fell to the ground, but was picked up by the man.

"Mother, Lucia, good night." Without waiting for a reply, Pick left the room with a tearful Rome in his arms. He was upset by how things had turned out.

The entire way, they remained silent. Only the servant's sobs could be heard, echoing in the hallways.

"Why?" the little boy whimpered. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I told you I have feelings for you. Forgive me for trying to bring us closer together." The Omega's breathing became labored. "I care deeply for you, Rome. You are my consort, after all."

"I'm not!" he shouted angrily, managing to get down when they were in the room. "You are the Emperor! You can't be with me!"

"Why not?"

"I'm not going to stay in this palace forever!" he cried desperately. "How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?"

"When Ryan grows up, I'll retire to the cabin with you. Isn't that what you want? We'll be free in nature, My Rome."

The servant looked at him in disbelief and began to laugh. His mind refused to process the delirious words coming out of the other man's mouth.

"You've gone crazy..."

"So what do you want?" Pick took several steps until he cornered him against the bed. "How much longer must I wait for you to accept your feelings for me?"

"Feelings?"

"Do you think I don't notice the way you've been looking at me since I saved your life?" The servant opened his lips to answer, but didn't. "My mother started manipulating your drink just a week ago. Are you going to tell me that you weren't showing signs of recognizing me as your mate before? She and I just want you to be honest with yourself. You love me, Rome."

"No... I don't..."

"You love me." That was a confirmation of Rome's greatest fears. "Tea only intensifies what you feel." He lied shamelessly. "If you didn't have any emotion for me, that liquid wouldn't have even tickled you."

"No, Your Highness..." The Omega didn't dare look at him. "That's not true... I... I..."

"I love you too." Pick hugged him and whispered in his ear. "Forgive me for my mistakes. It was all my mother's fault. It won't happen again, my dear Rome. I'll give you the time you need to sort yourself out."

"But my lord... I'm in a relationship with Din... he's my mate."

"I can wait until you're done with him." The Omega could see the deep longing in the opposing eyes. "I'll wait for you, my dear Rome."

"Life is too short to tie yourself to me, Your Majesty. I'm just a..."

"A stubborn man." A sneer left the Emperor's lips as he joined them with the servant's. "Let's continue this conversation later. You don't have to take anything strange again, My Rome."

Even if he wanted to deny it, it was impossible to ignore the connection between them. Ever since Pick saved his life in the Odarude ambush, everything was different. He was more sensitive and needy. Was he really in love? Were his friend's words real?

His friend was giving him tea.

Did she know about the manipulation? Had she betrayed him?

"Alpha... Can I go see Emma?" he asked, unable to continue with the man with so many thoughts on his mind. "Please, Alpha..."

"Will you come back to my arms?" He nodded. "You can go. Don't be long, or I'll get upset with you. We haven't had dinner. I'll wait for you to eat, my Omega."

Did the Emperor really have feelings for him?

Pick said he loved him.

Was it true?

And he... did he love him back?

***

Porsche knew that the first thing Rome would do when he found out would be to go to his friend. He rushed to the Omega who drove him crazy to warn her. That would win him points with the girl who played with his heart.

"Good night, General." She greeted him with a mischievous smile and sat down on the bed. "I thought I wouldn't see you for a couple of hours. Did you get off training early?"

"I have something important to tell you," he said, his face serious, making Emma tense. "Rome already knows about the tea. He'll probably come see you soon."

"What? What do you mean, he already knows? Who told him?" Porsche told her what one of the soldiers witnessed in the Empress's chamber. "My God. What am I going to do? Should I try to avoid him for a while?"

"I don't think you can do it..." The Alpha inhaled the air deeply. "He should be here in a couple of minutes. He's on his way."

"How do you know?"

"We, His Majesty's servants, are trained to recognize his scent on the battlefield. Here in the palace, it's easy to detect his pheromones, especially if he obsessively applies them to someone like Rome. Your friend smells a lot like the owner of his being."

"So I smell like you?"

"I'm not your owner yet, but if you allow me, I'll gladly do so."

Emma blushed at the contrary words and leaned in to kiss him. She was falling in love with the man, and apparently he loved her too.

"Work with me, General..." she whispered against the opposite face and waited until the door began to slowly open. "How could they do that to him?!"

Rome stopped in his tracks, frozen by the scream.

"How dare they hurt Roro?" The Omega's voice was high and tearful. "They made me give him that poison! If I had known that, I would never have given it to him!"

The Omega threw herself to the ground, crying desperately. Porsche was both stunned and surprised, but the smell told him the other servant was already at the door. Playing was fun.

"I didn't know either, Emma. I just found out." And even he would help his friend. "Not even Pick knew. It was all a plan by the Queen Mother. Don't cry, dear..."

Emma stifled a laugh when she saw her friend's motionless shadow. Everything was going well.

"How is Roro? I have to go see him! He's my friend, Porsche. Let me go!"

"My dear, he's with Pick. You must be patient..."

"Then let me go to that old hag! I want to beat her up for hurting my Roro!" Porsche hugged her tightly, holding the other's body.

It was impossible to ignore the omega's desperate cries. Rome had heard enough. His friend was innocent; he couldn't be upset with her. Not wanting to interrupt the intimate scene, he turned around to return to the Alpha.

"He's moving away..." the General spoke softly. "Do you want me to bring him here so we can clear everything up?"

"Not today. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and cry again. Thank you for helping me..."

"Just thank you? I thought my actions would earn me a greater reward than mere words..."

Emma bared her teeth and pushed him until he fell to the ground. Swiftly, she climbed onto the man's hip and slid the robe that covered his body off.

"I want a reward too." Porsche shook his head, smiling.

He loved Emma.

***

Rome didn't sleep well.

Millions of thoughts continued to swirl through his mind, causing him to feel guilty. He inhaled deeply, and the Alpha's scent crossed his nostrils, reminding him that he was by his side.

Did he truly love him? Did he see him as his mate?

The heat on his skin remained, eager to feel the opposing pheromones. He was aware that the mark on his neck had a lot to do with the tickling the older man provoked, yet he still doubted whether it was real or not.

"Are you going to work today?" Pick asked, sharing a morning kiss. "Or are you staying here? You can rest, dear."

"Can I tour the palace? I couldn't talk to Emma yesterday."

"Will you visit me in the office when you're done?" Rome nodded slowly. "Then I'll wait for you. Be a good boy. Don't upset your Alpha."

The Omega hated being treated this way with all his might. He didn't like being manipulated and ordered around. The war between his mind and his body's instinctive desires seemed endless.

He needed to talk to Emma.

Her friend was in the garden, clearing weeds when he approached. As soon as their eyes met, the Omega ran to him and hugged him. It was impossible to blame her when the girl was clearly crying with remorse.

Rome sighed in defeat and returned the caress.

"I'm not mad at you," he said, rubbing the other woman's back. "I know you didn't know. Calm down."

"Roro... I feel so guilty. I was hurting you, forgive me. I didn't mean to... I..."

"You're my best friend, Emma," he continued the movements. "I know you would never hurt me on purpose. We both know the Queen Mother isn't a good woman."

"You're the best, Roro. I love you so much!" She grabbed him to lead him away from prying eyes. "How are you feeling? I heard the Emperor marked you. Should I call you Lord Consort?"

"Call me that again and I swear I'll give you a scar worse than mine." Her friend burst out laughing. "I mean it. Don't call me that. I'm not the consort. I'm a servant just like you."

"Why don't you want to be the royal consort? You'll have luxuries and comforts your whole life..."

"I don't want to because that means living here my whole life. At some point, the Emperor will get bored of me, and I'll be confined with his concubines. I don't wish that for myself, Emma."

"Roro, you're so dramatic. His Highness loves you. You should give in to his wishes."

He saw that she had a red mark on her neck and decided to change the subject.

"Emma, ​​did you have fun last night?" The woman blushed. "With whom?" The general?

"As if you didn't know..." The Omega bit her tongue, realizing her mistake. "I mean, I suppose the Emperor told you..."

"Are you in a relationship with him?"

"We're just getting to know each other. You know I don't like getting involved with the royal guard," she said, shrugging her shoulders to downplay it. "Any moment he falls for someone important and leaves me. We just enjoy having sex."

"When I tell Din, he'll die laughing." Rome scratched his neck, feeling a sudden need. "Have you seen him? I haven't checked the records, so I don't know if he's back yet."

"Two days ago," Emma shifted her gaze toward the horizon. "He left this morning. Didn't you run into him?"

Rome wanted to cry. He was disappointed to know his partner wasn't looking for him. Something as silly as asking his friend was enough to arrange a meeting, but it seemed he was the only one interested.

Did he really have someone else? Where did the years of their love go?

"You know, Roro? I think you should look ahead. It's more than obvious that Din is no longer interested in you; instead, His Majesty lives and breathes for you. Can't you really notice?"

"Do you think a man as powerful as him truly loves me?"

"Of course!" The Omega grabbed his hands. "The Emperor wants you to be his consort. You can be happy by his side, Roro; you can even bear him a child. Can you imagine how lucky you'd be? You'll never have any need in your life!"

"Emma. To you... Does freedom mean nothing? Have you never thought that being in the arms of such a powerful man could be harmful to you?"

"Why would it be harmful?"

"Do you know there are diseases that are passed down from generation to generation?" The girl nodded, not understanding his meaning. "I... I don't want to follow the same pattern..."

"I don't understand. Are you sick? What's wrong with you?" Rome smiled slightly, disturbing her. "Roro, tell me. What's wrong?"

"A long time ago..." His voice was soft as he began his story, looking up at the sky. "An Omega was born. She wasn't particularly beautiful or graceful, but somehow she managed to become a prince's concubine. At first, she was like all the others, but suddenly... he seemed to become obsessed with her."

The breeze ran between them. The small nostalgic smile on her friend's lips told her that this story had great importance.

"The Emperor of that time was quite mean to his son, the prince, so he took it out on his concubines. Many Omegas perished, but she, strong and brave, never gave up. Somehow, she discovered that her pheromones could calm that man's anger, and she used it to her advantage. Do you want to know what happened to him?"

"What?" Emma felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but wonder. "What did the prince do to her?"

"He locked her away. He didn't want anyone to see her or enjoy what was his; she wanted to and even tried to escape, but eventually she became pregnant. Isolated from everyone, she realized her condition when she felt the movements inside her. Do you have any idea how scared she must have been? Alone with a baby, he knew she wouldn't run away."

"And... Did she have the child?"

"Of course. The Prince became Emperor the day she gave birth, so he didn't go to see her. The Omega thought everything would get better, but the first thing that man did was take it away from her."

"Did he kill him?" An unpleasant feeling rose in Emma's stomach. "Did he kill his own son?"

"He told her she was fat and that if she wanted to see him again, she only had to eat once a day." Rome's eyes watered. "If she behaved, she could see him every Tuesday. Alone and hungry, she had no choice but to follow the Emperor's orders. Still, she wouldn't give up. She wanted to be free with her son. For that Omega, freedom was the most important thing."

"Could she escape?" Her friend hesitated to continue the conversation. "Did she manage it?"

"Yes, but her son didn't. He died a year later. He fell ill, and due to his mother's absence, he ended up dying. Guess what the Emperor did…"

"Rome... For God's sake... Don't tell me he punished her for that..."

"No. He was a bad man, but he 'loved' her." The Omega emphasized the word "love." "He loved her so much that he let her attend the funeral. She thought they could have another child, but he refused to let her lose her figure again. I think you understand how difficult it can be to be in someone else's clutches, Emma."

"Roro... but... the emperor isn't like that..."

"Aren't you curious to know the ending?" Her friend bit her lip. "Aren't you interested in knowing if she was happy or if she threw herself from a very high place?"

"I don't know if I want to know..."

"She was very happy." The edges of his eyes softened, as did his voice. "One of the servants who attended to her, a Beta, was the only one who held onto her last shred of hope. Being friends, she smiled again over time. When they were together, they felt infinite. In the end, they fell in love and managed to escape."

"I didn't see that coming..."

"When she became pregnant, she was afraid of gaining weight, but he told her he'd never seen her so radiant. Free and loved, why would she want to return to her prison?"

"Rome... Did the Emperor seek her out?"

"And he found her." Unrestrained, small tears slid down the Omega's cheeks. "Until the last day of her life, she was happy with that Beta. They were equals. Neither had more power than the other. I want that for myself, Emma."

"But Roro..."

"Even if it's not with Din, I want to be happy away from the palace. I promised Mother that my freedom was worth more than any luxury." He roughly wiped his tears away. "Right now, I know I'm under the mark's influence, but it won't be forever. I can't live my whole life under the Emperor's mark."

Without another word, the Omega walked away from his friend.

He hoped she understood.

***

The wait caused Pick anguish. Even knowing that Rome wouldn't escape because of the mark, it was impossible to ignore the need to have him close. Never had the office felt so cold and desolate as it had that afternoon without him, his beloved servant.

And to make matters worse, his mother had no intention of leaving him alone.

"What are you going to do, son? Your beloved consort won't drink the tea I worked so hard to prepare for him..."

"Let's leave him alone for a while; when he regains his confidence and lets his guard down, I'll personally slip it down his throat. My plan now is to make him fall in love with me."

"Fall in love with you?" The woman mocked. "Just force him. Lock him in your room, and you'll see that in a couple of years, he'll be as docile as a dog."

"You think so? Confinement didn't change you." A click left the Queen Mother's mouth. "I will give him gifts and words of love. There is no Omega who can resist me."

"Pick, what do you gain from that? Why are you so determined to have that filthy slave? You have many concubines and a beautiful wife. What do you see in him?"

"Haven't you seen his neck, Mother? He's mine."

"A temporary mark."

"For now." The Alpha bared his teeth. "I'm going to tie him to my side forever."

"What do you gain from that servant?" she insisted. "He has no class or beauty. You're just infatuated..."

"Mother. When you leave, close the door. I have things to do."

Not even he knew the answer. Since Rome came into his life, everything changed. The only thing he knew for sure was that without the Omega, everything would lose its meaning. At first he thought it was the pheromones, but the more time he spent with him, the denial coupled with the persistence in his eyes made him addicted.

If his mother was the same, he understood perfectly why Ming was so obsessed. Not every century brought such an alluring and challenging servant. His instinct was to hunt him down every day.

Although it wasn't necessary.

The little servant crossed the door, his cheeks flushed. Pick couldn't help but smile and opened his arms. Rome ran to his chest and inhaled deeply. The mark on his neck clouded his logical senses. The Emperor seriously considered that when it healed and disappeared, he would open it again. He would do so much so that the servant's will would grow smaller and more dependent on him every day.

"How did it go with Emma?" Rome didn't answer. "Did the mice get your tongue?" The trembling in the other body made him realize he was crying.

He released calming pheromones to plunge him into a trance. The younger lay against his chest, wetting his shirt, letting himself be carried away by the soft caresses on his back. "Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, Your Highness," he lied. The image of his parents came to mind again and again, reminding him that being with the man was like betraying his own flesh and blood.

"It breaks my heart to see you cry," Pick said, holding his face. "Trust me. Are you in any pain? Tell me, my Rome."

"My soul aches," he whispered, looking into the Alpha's eyes, yet he decided to lie. "Din hasn't come to see me..."

Pick used all his self-control. The Beta no longer existed in the world, yet he still stood between them. He hated him, but at least he would never appear in front of the Omega again.

"He doesn't love you the way I love you," he replied, stealing a kiss. "He doesn't understand what a precious jewel you are, my dear Rome."

"Your Highness... don't say that..."

"It's not my fault you are," he murmured, approaching the opposite neck to lick the mark. "I want to cheer you up, dear. Will you allow me to take you to see the light show?"

"Light show? Outside the palace?" Rome felt his heart beat with excitement. "Will you allow me to go out?"

"Of course. I want to put a smile on the face of my beautiful consort." Heat rose up the Omega's neck. "My life partner, the man who warms my soul..."

Confusion.

Being treated with care and affection just when he was experiencing heartbreak confused him. The darkness of his own feelings and emotions mingled with something strange. The Emperor's embraces felt as good as his beloved's kisses.

Was it because of the mark?

He refused to betray himself.

He couldn't love him.

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He couldn't accept that fate.

How could he, a mere servant, become the royal consort? It was all a horrible game against him. He needed to solve the problem quickly, or he would truly be trapped in the palace forever.

He loved Emma, ​​but he also knew that his friend would be of no help. Neither the Queen Mother nor the Empress could be trusted. Rome wondered throughout the morning who he could intercept to gain some freedom.

Who would support him from the shadows? Who would benefit if he lost the Alpha's favor?

Like a flash of light, the idea of ​​concubines came to him. Women and men who were raised to earn a place alongside the Emperor; obviously, they must hate him for stealing their place as consort.

Perhaps the hatred they felt toward him would help him get what he wanted.

Since the poisoning attempt, he hadn't visited them. He was strictly forbidden to drink or eat anything from any of their hands, but Pick never said anything about going to see them. If it wasn't an explicit order, disobedience was implicit.

Inside the great palace, there was a special place for the Emperor's intimate servants. Like a small village, several buildings were erected in an organized fashion. Each belonged to one or two concubines, depending on their importance. Among them, the Omega chose to arrive at the dwelling he was most friendly to.

As he walked toward the place, it was impossible to ignore how the concubines leaned out of their houses and bowed to him. His heart sank at their respectful attitudes; he didn't like it. It was uncomfortable to see how some even avoided his eyes as if they were afraid of him. He was a simple servant.

Walking along the path, he was strongly struck by the sight of two girls and a boy sitting in one of the houses drinking tea. All three had small pregnant bellies. For some strange reason, a sour feeling rose from his stomach to his throat.

Was the Emperor expecting more children? Without knowing why, sadness washed over him, and he scolded himself. The mark definitely made him a possessive fool.

But... why didn't the Alpha tell him?

He ignored the itch on his neck and didn't stop until he reached Betty, the most beautiful of them all. Rome found the difference in his masculine appearance curious compared to that of the concubines and courtiers. They were all tall and well-built. They dressed elegantly and moved with elegance. Their class was evident in every pore.

While he was an ugly Omega: short, skinny, with his hair styled in a high ponytail, unlike them, who wore their long, soft mane. And his skin also left much to be desired; it wasn't just the scar; they were truly very different.

How could the Emperor prefer him over such beauties?

"Good afternoon, Concubine Betty..." He greeted with a bow as he entered the woman's room.

The girl hurried over and held his arms to help him stand. Despite being gentle, her grip was firm.

"Your Highness, don't bow to me, or I might be punished." Rome wanted to throw up.

"Don't call me that." He tried to smile to hide the bad taste in his mouth. "I'm still the same servant as before."

"Your Highness, you don't have to be so humble. We understand and accept your new position." The girl smiled again and gently tugged on his arm. "I was waiting for you. I knew you would come to speak with me. I'd be happy to help you."

"Help me? Help me with what? I don't understand..."

"Now that you are the Royal Consort, it's only natural that you feel worried, Your Highness." They both sat in the center of the room, surrounding a table. "Although the Emperor is a benevolent man, I know it may be difficult to please him since you were not educated to be a courtier. There are techniques and…"

"Stop." The Omega interrupted her, his face flushed. "I didn't come for that. My intimate encounters with him are pleasurable and satisfying."

The woman's expression turned a combination of surprise and disbelief, but she didn't want to push the issue. Rome was a rather young and vigorous man. Perhaps he wasn't lying to her.

"Really? I'm very glad that, even though you're uneducated, you have the innate talent." One of the eunuchs who looked after the ladies approached with appetizers. "Taste these sweets, Your Highness."

Rome hesitated. He trusted Betty, but not that they wouldn't want to kill him.

"It's okay if you don't eat," she said, snacking. "More for me. But anyway, what do I owe your visit to? How can this humble Omega help you? Have you come to check on Ryan's companions?"

"The Emperor's other children?" he asked without restraint, to which the woman looked at him as if he'd gone mad. "I... I saw some pregnant people... Are they His Majesty's children?"

"Have you lost your mind, Your Highness? If any of us were to become pregnant by the Emperor, Empress Lucia would run us through with a sword..." Rome was beginning to hate the woman's laughter. "They are children of soldiers. There are concubines who fell out of favor with His Majesty, but he allowed them to live with his men to provide companions for Prince Ryan. You shouldn't worry about those children. Since before you appeared, none of them had been touched by him."

"I see..." he commented, a little jealous of the freedom he didn't have. "And in your case... Why haven't you sought out the Emperor lately?" —The woman stopped her movements and turned to look at him gloomily. “I mean…to please him and all that…”

“Did he say something to you?” Rome shook his head. “Then why do you have that doubt?”

“I would like you to go and be intimate with Your Highness…” The small servant didn’t know why, but he felt intimidated by the tall woman’s cold gaze. “That would leave me a little more free time…”

“I’m sorry. We can’t help you.”

“Why not? I thought that was your job…”

“Thanks to the fact that he no longer seeks us out, we can be ourselves. Some of us started studying, others returned to our families. Those of us here have no place to go, but the Emperor’s benevolence allows us to live and serve the palace. We can teach you and give you lessons to please him, but don’t ask us to intervene in your relationship.”

"What if you strive to become a consort?" He felt desperate. "From a very young age, you were raised to hold a position almost as important as that of the Empress. Your parents are noble and important people. You can live better lives and..."

"Why would we want your place?" The harshness in the opposing voice chilled him to the bone. "It's no secret that many died in the arms of an Alpha as strong as the Emperor. If you can bear it, no one will take your place. We're happy and at peace, Rome. I'm sorry."

"But... That's not natural." Small tears formed in his eyes, but he forced himself not to cry. "How would you feel if someone like me told you to stand up and pour me my tea? That's an insult."

The woman smiled slightly and brought a cup to him, where she poured the hot liquid. "Would you like some cookies with them, Your Highness?" Rome bit his lower lip helplessly. "Accept your position. You are the Emperor's Omega. We respect you as our lord. Hurry and return to your Alpha. We don't want any trouble."

No one was going to help him.

In the palace, there wasn't a soul with enough conviction to win him his freedom. Rome left the concubines' quarters and reached the gardens. He needed air or he was going to suffocate.

How could he escape the Alpha's clutches?

That Alpha who had marked him against his will; the foolish man who, if he could, would turn back time so he would never meet him again, or at least never enjoy his closeness.

Nor his stupid pheromones. It was impossible to ignore the fact that he, too, liked the Alpha's pheromones. Thinking about how much he enjoyed them disturbed him to a high degree.

Suddenly, he felt it. As if thinking about him sensitized him, the Emperor's scent crossed his senses. The warm breeze carried the characteristic blend that calmed him so much. His legs moved on their own, as did the butterflies in his stomach.

He needed to find him soon. The tension in his muscles was starting to hurt at feeling him so close. His instincts recognized it so quickly that he ended up running through the garden until he came across the roses and was surprised.

In the middle of a children's rug, a nanny was playing with Ryan. Rome stared at the boy, stunned. The little boy seemed to sense it too and turned his arms toward him to be picked up. The servant rushed to gently pick him up, still in shock.

His scent was so familiar and comforting that all his muscles relaxed. Ryan smelled just like Pick. The boy calmed him because he smelled just like the Alpha. His Alpha.

It wasn't exactly the same scent, but he could smell it. The fact that his body calmed just by smelling a bit of the emperor made him shudder. It was unbearable to know how much he depended on him and his scent.

"He looks good on you." That voice frightened him. "Sometimes I think he looks more like your son than mine."

"Don't say that, My Lady," he replied, bowing to the Empress. "He's just used to my face."

"I'm used to it too, and that doesn't make me feel at peace. Look, he's even asleep." And it wasn't a lie. The crown prince was fast asleep in the Omega's arms, holding his shirt with his small hands. "Take care of him. I'll go rest."

How did he end up in this situation?

Looking at the child, he wondered why it felt so natural to hold him. His stomach sank. Again, there was that unpleasant feeling from when he first met him.

Was his body asking for a child?

No. No. He couldn't get pregnant. No matter what his instincts told him or how good he was at taking care of Ryan, he wouldn't give up his freedom for a child.

The problem was that even though he wanted to keep some distance from the baby, every time it cried, he found himself running to save it. His body reacted faster than his mind to save the little one. He didn't understand anything.

Rome didn't say anything again as the Omega left. He'd already noticed a certain rejection Lucia felt toward her son, and it hurt. The baby didn't deserve his mother's contempt because of him. The Empress hated that her own son calmed down in the Omega's arms so obviously that everyone said and commented on it. It was a daily humiliation.

And the people inside the palace didn't help.

"Ryan and Rome, even their names match. I'm sure that's why they gave him that name. He must be the real father..." That whisper froze him. He couldn't believe the rumors circulating in the halls.

"Take back your words!" he shouted at a servant as he clutched the prince to his chest. "Say something like that again and I'll have your tongue cut out!"

It wasn't a surprise that the bold Omega who said that fell to his knees and cried, begging for mercy. Even the gossips who accompanied him bowed in fear. The scene was strange and felt wrong in his heart.

Trembling with rage, he didn't speak to them again and headed toward the Alpha's office. Ryan had begun to cry, upsetting him as well. He released his pheromones, and as if he were bonded to him, he shed tears along with the boy.

Pick smiled when he saw him; it wasn't the first time Rome had ended up crying at the same time as his son. He loved the connection they shared. He himself was pleased when everyone said the servant looked like his real father. He definitely wasn't wrong to allow them to spend so much time together.

"My dear, it's so good to have you here." He kissed each of them. "Are you crying out of sympathy again? You're an excellent caregiver."

"Your Highness! Everyone's saying Ryan is my son," he complained. "I think I should spend less time with him. I think..."

"Don't think," the Alpha gave him another kiss. "My son loves you because you've raised him since he was born. You've done more than his own mother. Don't be so hard on yourself, dear."

"But everyone's saying that..."

"Tell me if anyone bothers you and I'll kill them." The man took the boy in his arms. "Tomorrow is the Festival of Lights. Are you ready to go out?"

As if by magic, all his anger vanished.

He sighed and nodded to the man's words. There was no point in continuing to argue. Pick wasn't listening, and he wasn't going to. It was best to focus on the opportunity to leave the walls of the grand palace.

***

The moon shone brightly on the night of the Festival of Lights.

Rome felt ecstatic as he stepped out of the carriage. Beside him, Pick, Lucia, Porsche, and even Emma smiled equally at the spectacle adorning the town. At every corner, the people in charge of the decorations had placed oil lamps and paper lanterns.

It was all a joyful spectacle, bordering the temples and homes of the inhabitants of the great empire of Alpha. On the river that ran through the village, several canoes floated with flowers and lanterns, giving the water a golden hue.

"Do you like it?" the Emperor inquired, holding his hand. "We can take a walk later as long as you don't touch the water..."

"I wouldn't jump into the river with all these people watching me," he said, withdrawing his hand in embarrassment. "It smells strongly of incense and sweet rice. Can we eat something?"

"Anything you want, my Rome..." With those words, the elder placed a kiss on the top of his head and led him to a nearby food stall.

Normally, the Emperor and the royal family didn't attend the celebrations with the villagers, so it was inevitable that the people were surprised and even scared. The royal guard was imposing, but they kept to themselves to give the nobles a false sense of freedom.

Still, Rome enjoyed it all. The food stalls were delighted by his visit and gave them samples for his delight. If he approved of a sweet or special dish, the Emperor would order a whole box to be brought to the palace.

The servant unconsciously felt like a spoiled child. He'd never had the opportunity to choose so freely, so he was going to take advantage of it. And not only that, he also enjoyed the freedom of leisure.

Something called the fire dance caught his senses, and he ran to the skilled dancers. They asked him if he wanted to do it, and he was about to jump into the flames with the women, but the Alpha held him tightly.

"I never thought I'd say something like this," he said, trying to hold back his laughter. "I'd rather you throw yourself into the water than into the fire, dear..."

"But it looks fun..."

"Funny is the heart attack you're going to give me one of these days." His hands clasped together. "Let's listen to the elders' stories."

Rome groaned, but didn't separate his wrist from the Alpha's. The warmth of the opposite skin felt good in the cool night; he amused himself for a while listening to some legends told by the village storytellers.

The Alpha even took him to see a short puppet show. Rome's laughter was contagious to everyone, including the Empress at their side.

From a distance, they saw several people gathering on the riverbank. The servant ran to see what it was about and found it was a ceremony.

"Lighting a lamp symbolizes hope and purification," he listened attentively to the explanation. "Doing it as a couple is like bonding with the divine for eternity..."

"Should we light one?" Pick's voice reached his ears. "Look, Porsche and your friend are doing it."

"It seems perfect to me that you do it with Lady Lucia," he replied skillfully and pulled the woman towards the Alpha. "It's a very romantic plan, Your Highness..."

As everyone watched, the Emperor had to bite his tongue and pretend he wasn't bothered by lighting the flame with his wife. She, of course, smiled with the same falseness as him and even mocked his bad luck.

"It seems we will be united for all eternity," she whispered as they launched the lantern into the sky. "For life, dear..."

"Keep acting," the Alpha replied reluctantly. "You're lucky everyone is watching us, otherwise I'd throw the oil all over you."

"You can do it. I'm sure Rome won't leave my side until I'm fully recovered, or, come to think of it, he'd feel guilty because this was his idea..." To everyone else, this seemed like a romantic conversation between two spouses. Only Emma and Porsche were able to see the tension between the nobles.

Unlike them, Rome was completely oblivious. He, away from the crowd, lit a small lantern and sent it to the sky, asking for protection for himself and his loved ones.

Seeing the light of the moon and stars, the Omega thought of his family. He hoped that wherever they were, their souls had found rest. He missed them. Sadness suddenly overwhelmed him, taking away all his happiness.

Emma appeared before he could cry, perhaps sensing he might feel nostalgic, and hugged him. She flashed him a big smile and dragged him toward the paper games. He didn't feel like playing, but for her sake, he pretended until he was having fun again.

He tried to knock down bottles with balls, but it was impossible. He thought it was difficult until Lucia arrived at his side and knocked everything to the ground with a single throw. The Empress's skill was no joke.

And not just in that game. At every booth he approached, the woman seemed determined to outdo him at everything. Neither Porsche nor the Emperor interfered. They just silently watched the Omegas interact.

It was an unequal competition. Rome tried again and again to fit a hoop around a bamboo stick, but he couldn't.

The general thought he was going to get depressed and was about to tell Emma to stop playing, but Rome burst out laughing. Nothing seemed to faze the little boy, and that was infuriating the Empress.

"You must do something about your wife, or she'll end up throwing Rome into the fire," he whispered to Pick. "She's been trying to humiliate him all night, but you know how stubborn he is."

"She knows she can't touch him."

"Listen to my words," he whispered again. "Give her something ostentatious that will attract attention. Make her feel superior to everyone."

Knowing his friend was right, the Alpha broke away from the group and approached a small jewelry stand. He asked the vendor for the largest and most striking piece he had, something that would shine so brightly it would blind everyone.

The old man showed him a luxurious set consisting of a chain and golden earrings. Not only gold, but diamonds adorned every inch of the expensive garment. The design was elegant and magnificent, something special for the Emperor's wife.

He paid without any problem and was about to leave when, in a corner, he saw something that caught his eye. As thin as a thread, a silver chain gleamed. At the end of it, a tiny emerald, barely visible, like a drop of water. It was discreet and inexpensive.

Perfect for him.

Given the amount of money he had already paid, the tiny chain was practically a gift from the seller. He arrived at Lucia's side and handed her the large bag in front of everyone. Gasps of surprise and even cries of excitement were immediate.

The Empress's face felt hot with emotion. One of her companions helped her put on the jewel, and without waiting, she proudly showed it off. The chain and earrings were heavy, but far from bothering her, she was pleased to know that Pick had chosen it especially as a gift. Her husband was a thoughtful man. He always had been until the servant arrived.

The stupid servant who irritated her just by breathing.

Something was wrong.

Where had the boy gone? And the Alpha?

Behind the crowd, Lucia could see them. Despite the darkness, the fair's lighting was enough to see something very small and shiny in the Omega's hands.

All her joy vanished. She felt stupid and humiliated.

Unable to control herself, she walked toward them and pushed the Omega, who fell to the ground stunned. The woman grabbed her husband's face and kissed him deeply, her dominant instinct wanting everyone to see that he was hers.

Pick quickly pulled her away and looked at Rome still holding the chain. The boy looked scared by the presence of his wife's pheromones. He wanted to kill her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he complained, picking up the small servant from the floor. "Rome could have hurt himself."

"I'm hurt. Did you give him a gift too?"

"It's a pittance compared to what I gave you."

"Why did you give him a gift?"

"The price isn't even close to what one stone in your earrings costs." The Alpha sent out dominant pheromones to ward off curious people. "Behave yourself, Lucia."

"I hope you know we were happy until this ugly, deformed thing came between us." It was impossible not to feel the resentment in his voice. "It's a disgrace."

"Don't you dare talk about him like that." The Alpha hugged him by the waist. "If you don't want to be punished and publicly shamed, you'd better shut your mouth and keep acting like the sweet Omega you're not."

"Aren't you embarrassing me now while you lovingly hold him?"

"Let's go see the lights, My Omega." Without looking back, he pulled Rome away from the woman. Lucia had to use all her willpower not to grab the servant's neck and strangle him.

Would it be so bad if she drowned him in the river? Would anyone notice if she ran him through with a dagger?

She didn't give it much thought. If Pick wanted to play, then so would she. She ran up to the two lovers and anchored herself to the Alpha's arm, surprising him.

"Dear husband," she said sarcastically. "Of course we'll watch the fireworks with you."

"What are you doing?" Pick asked, squeezing Rome's hip. Rome groaned softly. "What are you planning?"

"You're not going to humiliate me. If you're going to have another Omega, then there will be two of us. I'm not going to lose my position in front of all these people. So smile and hold me like you hold him."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Don't challenge me..." the woman whispered, looking at the servant's uncomfortable face. "Remember, the palace is a place with many hands and eyes. You can't control everything, my dear."

Pick remained silent. The trembling in Rome was enough for him to understand that Lucia's threat wasn't going to affect him, but the little one, and they both knew it. He released his calming pheromones and walked with an Omega on each arm.

Rome wanted to cry. The fun celebration had turned into torture. The memory of how badly he'd been poisoned made his arms bristle. He needed something to distract himself with.

He was about to ask the Alpha to return to the palace when a sudden explosion startled him. A roar filled the air before the night was lit by a bright flower. The Omega gasped in amazement at the brilliant sight in the sky.

"What are those exploding birds?" he asked in wonder. "They're beautiful..."

"They're called fireworks. The artisans put gunpowder into a bamboo tube and then ignite it. Have you never seen one?"

"Never. It's incredible..."

"With me, you'll always see magnificent sights like this." Pick kissed the side of the servant's head. "Do you see colors? Which color do you like?"

"You sound like you're talking to a child," Lucia interrupted. "He's ignorant, but he's an adult. Talk to him like a normal person."

Irritated, the Emperor began to argue in a low voice with the woman, while Rome continued to stare at the lights in the sky. He'd already given up on the idea of ​​intervening in that marriage. After all, it was all his fault.

The night breeze blew a speck of dirt into one of his eyes, so he had to look away and awkwardly sniffle. Thanks to that, he noticed everyone enjoying the light show.

But suddenly, he felt like time had stopped.

Din was there too.

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His breathing quickened at the sight of his beloved.

Dressed in dark clothing, the Beta watched him from the shadows, smiling with his lips closed. It was obvious he was hiding, but thanks to the breeze, his hair moved, revealing his face.

The glow of the fireworks continued to illuminate everything in their path, including his beloved's escape. After muttering something he clearly couldn't hear, Din turned around, ready to leave.

He couldn't let him get away; he needed to clear the air.

The small silver chain around his neck felt heavy as he considered his next moves. He turned his attention to Pick, who was still arguing with the Empress about the special treatment he received; the soldiers who usually guarded him were also distracted by the fireworks. No one cared about his presence.

He decided to slip away.

Without looking back, he ducked fast enough to blend in with several people and then began to run. In the midst of his escape, he bumped into several people, but he didn't stop. He needed to catch his boyfriend, who was only getting further and further away, his back coldly turned. The Omega couldn't miss the opportunity to catch him and define the reality of their relationship.

Although perhaps Emma was right and the Beta didn't want to see him. No matter how desperately he called out to him, his beloved never slowed his steps; instead, he accelerated. The closer he got, the further away he felt. His little heart pounded desperately; something inside him told him this was his last chance.

Din's presence was fading before his eyes.

The sound of gunpowder continued to whistle through the air, causing him to jump every now and then, but Rome kept trying to catch the man running away from him. He simply didn't understand how much damage he had done to his mate for him to abandon him like that.

He believed the love they felt was mutual.

He ran mercilessly until his feet ached and anxiety consumed him. He didn't realize when it happened; he only felt the tears running down his cheeks and wetting his face. He felt desperate. Why was Din moving away from him?

Try as he might, he couldn't reach him.

He arrived at a desolate place. He was practically the only one standing at the dark end of the celebration. He looked around and was afraid. His mind still remembered the trauma of being kidnapped. He thought about going back the way he had come, but he felt a voice inside him telling him where he should go.

He let his feet guide him to a large tree. It was immense and leafy, full of leaves and branches so large that anyone could hide in them. He looked away from its base, and a colorful dot appeared, greeting him.

Din's flower.

When he met the Beta, the attraction between them was immediate. At first, their courtship was based on glances and a few handshakes, but neither dared to declare their love. It was Din who made the first move; after a long journey, he brought back a petunia.

Rome was surprised by the unexpected gift. The Omega loved learning new things, so it wasn't surprising that Din always brought him objects and information from outside the palace. On that occasion, he explained that petunias represented a feeling that couldn't be hidden. Just like what they felt.

From then on, the purple flower became a symbol of their love.

A shiver ran through every inch of his body, prickling his skin and causing a lump in his throat. Without knowing why, his legs felt weak and unable to support him. He fell to his knees before the flower and, with a sensation as indescribable as it was inevitable, delicately touched the petals with his fingertips.

It was quick, but he felt something warm on his back. He didn't move, he just closed his eyes, afraid of losing the warmth that felt like a hug. Din's distinctive scent covered him, and rather than soothing him, every pore of his being was covered in desolation. The tears kept falling, but he didn't dare open his eyelids.

He was scared of seeing reality. He felt like a child again, covered by darkness in a box he couldn't escape. It was more terrifying than a snake.

"Rome!" A scream pulled him from his thoughts. He jumped in place, but didn't look toward the voice calling him. He plucked the flower and held it to his chest, still sobbing. "What do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to leave?"

His arm was roughly grabbed by the Alpha, who spun him around angrily. The urge to throw himself against the other man's chest was strong, but he didn't. He was there, watching him.

The realization of what had just happened stunned him.

"Why are you crying?" the Emperor asked, loosening his grip and releasing pheromones. "What's wrong? Were you scared by the lights?"

Without saying anything, he stood still. Practically paralyzed before the man who was slowly covering him with his essence, always manipulating him at will.

"My Rome..." The Alpha began to worry upon seeing his condition. "Don't be scared, dear. I'm here with you; those lights are just for entertainment. You're not in danger..."

The Omega closed his eyes, leaning against the other man's chest. His instinct ruled him. For several minutes, he cried like a little child.

Just like when he lost everything.

"Tell me what happened to you..." The Alpha's concern increased with his silence. "Answer me..."

"I'm sorry. Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired. Can we go back to the palace?"

"My dear, your skin is as cold as a dead person's. What happened?"

"Let's go back," he said gently, pulling away. "I'm fine, really. Thank you for bringing me, Your Highness..."

Gently, he pushed the man away and wiped his tears. He refused to look at the tree or the Alpha; he needed to get out of there or he'd collapse again. Emma was just as shaken as everyone else, so, following the Emperor's gaze, she ran to her friend.

"Roró, you almost scared us to death," she commented, laughing casually. "Your Majesty was about to kill someone." But he remained silent. "Where did you get that flower? It's very beautiful."

"If I tell you, you won't believe me..."

"Your Majesty?" He shook his head. "Then who? Don't tell me you have a hidden lover."

"Din gave it to me." Emma stopped, losing all color. "Why are you surprised? He's my boyfriend, after all."

"Did...did you see him?" The Omega felt every liter of her blood freeze. It wasn't possible he'd seen the Beta if he'd been dead for months. "Did you see him Rome?"

"Yes. I was with him before you arrived."

"But... are you sure?"

"Why are you reacting like this? It's as if I'd seen a ghost." Her friend remained silent, and Rome got the answer he was looking for.

He was beginning to distrust the Omega.

***

The atmosphere in the room was sad.

Or at least that's how the Alpha perceived it. During the entire walk back, Rome remained silent, and then, without even saying goodbye to Emma, ​​he went to bed. He thought maybe it was tiredness, but the little servant remained sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at a purple flower. He seemed to be in some kind of trance.

"My dear, why haven't you undressed? You must be exhausted..." He didn't look at him; he just kept his head bowed, touching the purple petals. "Where did you get that flower?" he asked, standing in front of him. "Who gave it to you?"

"I found it on the ground." Rome's voice and demeanor weren't normal. Pick felt overwhelmed by what was happening to him.

Maybe it was the mark, but he could even tell that the sadness in his chest wasn't his own, but Rome's. The connection between them gave him clear clues that his Omega wasn't in the best mood.

He decided to apply subtle pressure and knelt in front of Rome, placing his hands on opposite knees. The boy looked at him, surprised by his bent posture, to which Pick simply smiled and placed a kiss on each of his legs.

"What's wrong with my consort?" Pick said in a sweet voice. "Talk to me, my dear. What is troubling you? I can fix it."

"I am not your consort, Your Highness."

"My Rome, what do I have to do for you to accept your place? You are very stubborn..."

"Your Highness... do you really want me to be your consort?" The Alpha nodded, kissing his bare feet this time.

"I want you to be by my side forever. I will bow before you so that you will give me your love, so tell me, darling, what is your wish?"

"Bring me Din." That was like a bucket of cold water for the elder, who stepped away as if the servant's skin was burning him.

"What are you saying?"

"If you bring him to me... I will be your consort." Rome's gaze was fixed and serious. "I will never refuse again, but bring him here."

"Why do you want to see him? I thought you had a fight."

"Can't you bring him? I thought nothing was impossible for you."

The emperor clenched his jaw. The only thing impossible for him was to defy death, and that was precisely the problem. The Beta's life had been extinguished months ago by his own command. He would have to invent something.

"Your companion is on a journey. Do you want me to go and fetch him on horseback?"

"You don't have to go yourself; you can send someone..."

"Rome, why do you want to see him so desperately? Ask me for something else." The alpha took his hands. "Jewels, clothes, land. Ask for whatever you want, dear."

"I think Din is dead, Your Highness."

Pick held his breath. He scanned the servant's face to see doubt or contention, but he saw certainty. Without saying anything, he separated from him and walked to the other side of the room. Pick felt strange.

And the Omega knew it. He didn't need words or confirmation. From the depths of his soul, a stabbing pain arose, so he clutched the flower to his chest and began to cry heartbreakingly.

The Emperor, seeing him, was moved and hugged him, secreting many calming pheromones to help his condition improve. If he could, he even wanted to knock him out.

Still, he didn't accept that truth.

"I can't bring him now, but I'll ask my men to fetch him." He kissed the top of the little boy's head. "He's on a journey, Rome. You have to stay calm."

"Don't lie to me, Your Highness. How... how long has it been since he died? Do you know what happened?"

"How do you know he's dead?" Pick bit his tongue to avoid saying anything that would expose his responsibility. "Did someone tell you something?"

"Don't think I'm crazy, Your Highness... but I saw him." Pick didn't understand. "I think he came to say goodbye."

"You're confusing me. Did you meet him? Where?"

"They say that when people suffer a tragic or unexpected death, they visit their loved ones. When Mom died... I can assure you, I saw her several times. She always disappeared before I could reach her... and today I saw Din, and the same thing happened." Rome's voice broke with each word. "He's dead, isn't he? Don't lie to me... please..."

"I didn't know you could see spirits..."

"I don't." Rome looked him in the eyes. "Alpha, is he... dead? Don't lie to me..."

Pick hesitated, but his protective instinct told him he couldn't just deny the subject like he did other times when the Omega bothered him.

"I don't know," he continued with his lie. "If I'm honest... some wagons were hijacked a while back. I didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't get scared. Din's wagon is involved. I promise I'll tell you when we know something, but for now I want you to calm down. I'm here for you, Rome."

"What?" The Omega began to cry again. "And why didn't you tell me anything? He's my partner, I have to go find him!"

"I already have my men working on that, try to calm down."

"Your Highness, I... I can go. I have no problem..."

"Rome, you can't go out."

"I've gone out before, Your Highness. If you send me with some soldiers, I can defend myself, I..."

"If you go out, I won't be able to protect you, my Rome. It's dangerous for you to go out."

"Why? I know how to take care of myself..."

"My men and I want to protect you, but we can't do it unless you let us."

"Protect me from what?"

"Ming wants to kidnap you again." Pick's mind hatched a plan so quickly that even he was surprised. "We received information that those wagons were kidnapped while searching for your mate. He wants to force you out of here so you can be his."

"What? That means... if something happens to Din, it's my fault?"

"Yes, dear." Pick hugged him, trying to maintain the act of false concern. "Forgive me for not telling you, but you can't leave here, much less leave me. I want to protect you... Or is it that you want to go with Ming? I won't stop you if that's your wish."

"No! I don't want to! Please, Your Highness! Don't let him take me!" Rome threw himself at the Alpha, trembling with fear. "I won't get out! Don't let that nasty man take me!"

"I'll protect you," he whispered, reciprocating the hug. "No one will touch my Consort."

"I still don't accept," Rome replied with a light laugh in his chest. "Bring Din to me and maybe I'll think about it..."

"You don't even give me any certainty and you plan to have me work for you," the older man mocked the younger man's changing attitude. "You're a very intelligent Omega."

"To be the Consort, I have to be one. Right, Alpha?"

***

Emma's reaction was still on his mind.

When he mentioned Din's name, it was impossible to ignore his friend's petrified, pale face. It was obvious she knew more than she was telling him. If he thought about it with a cool head, being close to the general, it was indisputable that the information about Din's disappearance had reached her ears beforehand and that she had deliberately hidden it from him.

The girl entered the room as usual to bring him breakfast. Thanks to the Emperor, Emma had practically become his personal assistant. Not just Rome, Emma had also benefited from his closeness to the nobles.

Perhaps she was taking advantage.

"Roro, good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked with a smile, but the Omega didn't reciprocate. "Are you feeling ill? Last night I saw you were a little upset..."

Emma had a bad feeling. Rome usually smiled a lot and played with her, but this morning he only gave her a cold stare. He was annoyed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she felt disturbed. "Did I say something bad to you?"

"You told me you saw Din." The girl clutched the tray in her hands. "Your Highness told me he's been missing for a while. Why did you lie to me?"

"Roro..."

"Don't call me that and answer me."

"Rome, first of all, I want you to calm down. Why don't you have breakfast and..." Rome threw the tray to the floor. The contents spilled next to the trembling Omega in front of him.

"Why did you lie to me?" Rome walked toward her, clenching his knuckles and feeling anger rise in his chest. His eyes were starting to water as he realized his friend had betrayed him.

"I... I didn't want you to worry. You came home sick from the cabin and..."

"Stop lying to me, Emma! I thought I could trust you!" Even though he didn't want to, tears flowed. "You even told me he had another Omega! Do you have any idea how hurt I felt? Why would you do something so mean?"

"I was protecting you!" she yelled, pushing him. "He disappeared after you fought! Do you think I don't know why you were going to blame yourself? That you were going to get depressed thinking what happened to him was your fault?" "I just want your happiness! I care about you!"

"Even so, you shouldn't have lied to me! How would you feel if I hid the fact that your partner is missing? You're a liar!"

"Forgive me for loving you!" Rome froze. "I'm so worried about you! I was afraid you'd try to leave and Ming would capture you! Do you know what that man wants to do to you? Porsche told me he wants to tie you to a bed and use you as a toy! I don't care if you get mad at me, I won't let him hurt you!"

"Emma..."

"I love you so much, Roro. You're my only friend here. Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, I know I acted wrong. What do I have to do to earn your trust?"

The boy remained silent as he watched her crying. Emma's words made sense. Maybe he would have done the same thing himself. She was his only friend, too; he would do whatever he could to protect her.

The entire time Rome debated whether to forgive her or not, Emma forced back tears. She was grateful that Pick and Porsche had warned her about the confrontation she would face with her friend. Her actions needed to be sharper.

She fell to her knees and covered her face, surprising Rome with the pain she was expressing due to her remorse. The Omega wept uncontrollably, a torrent of snot and sobs that would move anyone.

Including Rome.

"Don't be like that," he whispered, kneeling beside her. "I'm not mad at you... well, a little, but not enough to make me rejoice in your pain. Just promise me you won't lie to me again."

"I won't do it again, Roró." The girl jumped up to hug him. "You're the best friend in the world! Thank you for forgiving me!"

"Silly. Thank you for taking care of me." Gently, he pulled her away and wiped her tears. "Even so, I feel devastated to know he's lost. I think he's dead..."

"I think, for your peace of mind, you shouldn't think about that. I know you think of him as your boyfriend, but you two were already over." Rome sharpened his gaze. "Listen to me. It's no secret that things between you and His Majesty are improving. Don't you think it's time to move on?"

"Remember what I told you when I was recovering from the ambush?" Emma raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I want to get away from His Majesty. Help me get away from him."

"But he loves you..."

"I want to get away. You said you were my friend, didn't you? Help me then." Although she felt like refusing, Emma faked a smile and nodded.

Getting him away from the Emperor wasn't an easy task, especially since the Alpha greatly enjoyed his company. If they wanted to achieve that, they would have to make Pick angry and unable to bear his presence. However, she wasn't going to put any effort into devising something so bad as to arouse the fury of the nation's ruler.

After thinking it over together, they agreed that Rome would perform silly and childish actions, not so obvious but annoying enough that the man wouldn't want him around. That same afternoon, their plan began.

The first thing was to be a nuisance. The servant, who was always diligent and attentive, became absent-minded overnight. Any simple action like preparing a report resulted in sloppy and messy paperwork.

Not only at work, but with Ryan, he also acted distracted. He would say he was going to change the diaper and then do something completely different, sometimes ignoring the boy so the other nannies could take care of it.

Similarly, he forgot to prepare the clothes and things for the next day; he didn't get up early either, but instead covered himself with the sheets and pretended to sleep. Pick said nothing.

Frustrated, he decided to act confused to irritate him and ask the Alpha to repeat the same order several times, but do something completely different in the end.

He thought Pick would scold him, but far from it, the Alpha kissed him and told him that he understood his distraction due to concern for Din. Rome's heart fluttered at the Emperor's understanding attitude. He longed for yelling and scolding for his incompetence, but all he received were attendants who would take care of those chores.

"Take some time off. I like you to rest..." The Emperor lovingly held his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. The Omega let himself be carried away by the small caress until they separated and Pick intertwined their hands.

"Your Highness... I..."

"Let's go for a walk. I need some air." From the man's grasp, he was dragged into the garden.

In the midst of it all, Ryan was playing with one of his nannies. Seeing him, the Omega instinctively moved toward the boy and knelt to greet him. The prince crawled up to him, laughing. Rome held him in his arms and kissed him on the top of his head.

"My little one..." he said softly, but Pick heard him and smiled. "Look who came with me..." With an even bigger smile, Rome turned to the older man so the boy could see him. The infant ignored him, giving the Omega his full attention. "Don't be mean, Ryan. Daddy came to see you..." he whispered. "Daddy loves you very much."

The boy's eyes fixed on Rome's. A strange sensation ran through the servant's body again, and then passed. Clumsily, Ryan mumbled several things while looking at him. Among them, it was easy to distinguish the syllable. The little boy said "Daddy."

Tears formed in his eyes while a stabbing pain crossed his heart. He pressed his lips together to avoid answering and placed the boy back on the mat, but Ryan wouldn't let him go. The little boy was learning to stand, so with his help, he wobbled while still looking at him.

"Da..." he repeated, stabbing at his insides. "Da...da..."

"Rome..." he corrected, feeling his core shatter. "My name is Rome..."

"Da...da..." But Ryan wasn't listening.

"Darling, he's just a kid. Let him call you whatever he wants." Pick bent down, hugging him from behind. "It's nice that he calls you that."

"I'm not his father!" he shouted, pushing the Alpha, who fell to the ground in surprise. "I'm not his father or his mother! I don't want him to call me that!"

At the obvious explosion of fury, the boy panicked. Ryan's crying broke the silence Rome's words had left. Pick sighed reluctantly and carried the boy away.

"Dad's upset, let's let him rest..."

"I'm not their fucking father! Are you deaf?" His chest tightened. It was horribly and unfair that the Alpha ignored his wishes.

"First you push me, and now you yell at me." The Alpha's eyes glared at him. "You're crossing the line, Omega."

"It's all your fault! Why do you have to tell him to call me that?" His voice was so loud that even the nanny was scared.

"Rome, I'm getting angry..." Pick, on the other hand, spoke seriously, but calmly.

"What do I care!" Ryan continued to cry heatedly. "Call his mother to calm him down! I don't want children!"

"Enough!" The Alpha's pheromones indicated that he might be making a mistake.

He couldn't take it anymore. He turned and fled the scene before he did something worse and regretted it. He entered his old room and sat on the floor next to the bed, covering his mouth with his left hand to prevent his sobs from reaching the soldiers who pursued him.

He was trapped again.

The time in his personal space seemed short until a knock at the door. He knew it wasn't the Emperor because he would never ask permission to enter. He thought maybe Emma had been sent to comfort him, but surprisingly, Porsche was the one who came through the wooden partition.

"General?" he asked confusedly from the darkness. He was still in the same position, his knees bent and his face covered in tears, yet he made no attempt to wipe them away. "What's wrong? Did something happen to Emma?"

The man shook his head, his face expressionless.

"Did Your Majesty send you here to punish me? What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm sorry, Rome," he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the boy. "I know you're uncomfortable with everything that's happening, but I want you to know that Pick loves you and cares about you. He always pleases you in every way..."

"But Ryan called me Daddy. Do you have any idea how bad I felt? How will the Empress feel if she hears? It's my fault for spending so much time with him..."

"I think you have more important things to worry about."

"More important things?" Rome tensed. "Is the Emperor really going to punish me?"

"Pick is waiting to escort you. He wants to hold your hand and look after you throughout the process." Porsche touched the servant's shoulder and in a very soft voice, released him. "We found him..."

It was milliseconds of confusion before he understood what the general was talking about. An unpleasant feeling ran through his esophagus. Fear and anxiety mixed with happiness. He would finally see Din.

But the older man's face wasn't the best.

"That's... that's good, isn't it?" he commented in a shaky tone. "Where was he hiding? Did they do something to him?"

"Come with me."

A lack of response was always a bad omen. For the man to walk by without even looking at him meant the Beta wasn't in the best condition. Due to his experience the day of the Festival of Lights, he assumed he was dead; even so, confirming it would be extremely painful. Deep down, he hoped it was all a misunderstanding.

Deep down, he wanted to arrive and see that the Beta was seriously injured, but alive.

However, the first thing he encountered was Pick. The Alpha's gaze remained serious, probably annoyed at having disrespected him when they were in the garden. Rome lowered his head, afraid of the punishment he would receive for his misbehavior.

His body trembled with each step the Emperor took toward him. He expected a blow or a scream, but instead, a hug enveloped him.

"I want you to know I'm here for you," Pick murmured in his ear. "We found Din's wagon." The omega looked up with hope that quickly died. "It seems the occupants were attacked by vandals. We found several bodies; we'd like you to confirm if any of them are Din."

"Your Highness..." a sob escaped his lips. "Does it...does it look bad?"

"It's been a while since they were buried. Do you want to see for yourself? I won't let go of your hand, dear. Let me support you."

"I'm scared..."

"Your Alpha will be by your side." Pick grabbed him and, without giving him time to prepare, led him into the room his men had prepared.

Three tables were set up in the center of the room, each with a covered body. Coldly calculated, the first two dead were other people. Pick's idea was for the boy to hold out hope until the end.

Even after uncovering him, the face was unrecognizable. Being a Beta, Rome couldn't catch any distinctive scent of the love of his life. He considered denying it, saying he wasn't his mate, until he saw it; surreptitiously, the soldiers had subtly cleaned the boy's decomposed ankle. The reason for this was so that, in the light of the room, the anklet would shine. An accessory Rome shared with the Beta, which Pick had taken care to make disappear weeks ago.

"No..." he gasped in a very low voice, releasing the Alpha. "No... no... no..."

Very slowly, he approached the jewel to confirm the horrible truth. His chest rose and fell, causing him pain. Every hair on his body stood on end in preparation for the blow. The final realization that it was him.

He didn't care about the rotten and disgusting state of the corpse. He focused his full attention on his boyfriend's face and was shocked to realize that every blow and wound was identical to the nightmare he had that night.

Had he been dead since then?

"Din..." his voice broke as he fell to his knees. "My love... no... please no..."

Pick watched everything from behind him. He was practically biting his tongue to contain the smile that wanted to form on his face. The punishment he came up with served to kill two birds with one stone. It was a good thing Porsche had buried the stupid Beta in a mass grave in the palace.

With Rome destroyed, it would be easy to get under his skin, even his soul. The little Omega would always be his, he just had to act a little.

"My darling..."

"No...No...No..." the servant cried heartbreakingly, clutching the remains of his former lover. "It's all my fault! Forgive me! I didn't want to! Forgive me!"

"My darling, let him go. He's dirty..." Pick tried to separate them, but he held on tightly.

"No! I won't let him go! I won't let him go! I love him! He's the love of my life! I can't leave him alone!" Pick clenched his jaw. "My love! I love you! You can't leave! You said we'd be together forever!"

"Let him go..." Despite the Emperor's stern voice, it was ignored. "I'm ordering you to let him go."

"I can't leave him! I love him!" The Alpha roughly grabbed his arms. "No! Your Highness! Let me go! I have to hold him! He's my…!"

Pick didn't mince words. He dragged Rome away from the Beta. He didn't care about the Omega's pleas and struggles. At one point, the servant even began hitting him with all his might. Of course, he would never win.

In the hallways, everyone felt Rome's desperation to return to his beloved, but they didn't even dare raise their faces from the ground. Pick's killer pheromones would knock out anyone who got in his way.

"Let me go! I told you I don't want to! Let me go!" He continued his rampage now from the room. "Alpha! Let me go!"

Only then did Pick turn him around and slap him with a blow that resonated throughout the room. Rome froze, panicking as he realized the position he was in.

"Please..." he begged weakly. "Let me go to Din..."

"That Beta is dead. Enough."

"Your Highness...but..."

"Silence," he said, and Rome bit his lip to contain his sobs. "Let's take a bath," he declared at the sudden calm. "And then we'll go to sleep."

"I don't want..."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want to be with you." Pick scrunched up his face. "I want to go to my room."

"This is your room."

"No. My room is the one I share with Din, I'm leaving!"

"Do you want to die?" Pick shouted angrily. "Your emperor is giving you an order!" Rome looked at him, tears streaming down his face. "Don't you want him to have a decent burial?"

"I want to die next to him..."

"You can't do that." "You're my consort, Rome." The little boy opened his mouth to refute, but Pick wouldn't let him. "You told me to bring him, and so I did. From today on, you're my consort, and you're not going anywhere. In this life, you belong only to me."

Chapter Text

Din's funeral was a quiet and private ceremony.

Although he had his doubts, Pick surprisingly allowed Rome to bid farewell to his beloved. He never thought the Emperor would show mercy, yet the Alpha himself was the one who gave him the idea and even assured him that he did it out of love for him. The little servant felt strange being called consort in front of everyone. This had been an open secret for some time, but since that morning, the Alpha made sure that not a single soul remained unaware of his new status.

Drops of water fell from the sky, as frequent as those that slid from Rome's face as he begged forgiveness from the mound of earth where his former companion lay. Several flowers adorned the solemn place while a priest recited a kind of prayer that, rather than calming, made him cry more.

Saying goodbye to the love of his life wasn't easy; More than anything, because he was becoming what he swore he would never be. He was grateful that the Emperor had allowed him to dismiss his ex-boyfriend, yet it was impossible not to feel anguished about what would happen in his future.

He had officially agreed to be the royal consort. He didn't understand much about how it would affect him, but the anxiety that freedom was so far away wasn't a secret. Pick didn't even hide the joy he enjoyed in his resignation.

It was horrible; Rome felt suffocated with each passing minute. When it was all over, he approached the Alpha timidly, feeling anguish. Something important had gone missing, and no matter whether it was right or wrong, he was certain the Emperor was guilty.

"Your Highness... did you... take my anklet?" he asked, standing in front of him, his eyes trembling. "I couldn't find it..."

"Which anklet?"

"The one Din gave me..." Rome looked at him, afraid of being scolded. "It was the same one he was wearing when he was found. I remember leaving it in my room, and now..."

"I didn't know you kept that trinket. Did you lose it?" The servant nodded, containing the accusation. "I bought you another one. Do you want a specific color?"

"Your Highness... by any chance... Have you taken it?" Pick's expression hardened, and Rome felt afraid, so he tried to correct his mistake. "I... I think I've been robbed. That was something important to me. Could you help me search? Maybe the general or..."

"You want me to waste my men's energy looking for something as useless and cheap as that? That position went to your head quickly."

"I'm sorry. You're right. I'll search myself, Your Highness. I'm leaving." Before he could step away, Pick pulled him by the chin and kissed him.

"I'll send someone to search. Go directly to our room."

"I'd like to search myself..."

"I'm not asking you, dear." Rome didn't reply. He felt out of his mind. As if he were watching someone else move their body without his control. Everything was empty.

The Emperor watched Rome's body slowly move away, while his men chased him to keep him from straying from the path. It was impossible not to smile when all his plans were coming to fruition.

His attention then turned to the priest who had come at his call. The man tensed when he saw him and gripped the scrolls in his hands. The Alpha liked that.

"Father, I want to speak with you."

"Your Highness," the priest bowed, trying to control his nerves. "You have a big heart. Allowing that Omega to close the cycle with his former companion seems very noble of you."

"That Omega is my Consort."

"Oh... is that him? How embarrassing, I didn't show my respects..."

"Don't worry. Rome is a simple person; in fact, he's still unaware of his new position."

"That's obvious... Do you wish me to perform prayers on your behalf?"

"Of course. Although that's not what I came to tell you." The Emperor's overflowing expression of happiness chilled the old man's blood. "Father, in the near future, I want a small ceremony to marry Rome. I would love for you to make it official."

"Is Empress Lucia ill?" The Alpha scoffed at the thought and shook his head. "Will you have a second marriage?"

"Yes, I want Rome registered in my family registry so that no one dares to call our children bastards. I'm sure they will arrive soon."

"It seems only right. When does he want to perform the ceremony? We can arrange something very elegant at..."

"For now, this will be an agreement between you and me," he interrupted, still showing his enthusiasm. "Let's let him get over the loss of the Beta before we bind him."

The man looked at him seriously and sighed unconsciously. It was obvious this was going to be done against the Omega, but he couldn't say or do anything other than follow the Emperor's orders.

"Your Highness, is he already marked?"

"No. I'm going to do it next time I heat."

"Have you thought about bonding him with you?" Pick raised an eyebrow, not understanding. "You can make him feel love for Your Majesty. That might make things easier."

"How?"

"We'll have a full red moon very soon." The father fell silent when Porsche appeared, but Pick signaled him to continue speaking. "It's an event that occurs every twenty years, and according to legend, lovers who unite under the color red will have passion, attract prosperity, and release negative energies from the past. You can try that."

"I'll think about it," Pick said, smiling at his friend. "For now, start organizing the wedding preparations. I have to catch him before he tries to escape."

***

If he had to describe his condition, Rome would say he was a paper doll. A simple piece that had been cut out and crumpled, then left in a corner. The fragility he felt inside could only be compared to the loneliness of his new condition.

From the Alpha's bed, he thought over and over again about guilt. He wanted to leave and get away from the man who mocked him by calling him "dear." Rome was sure the Emperor's possession of him would not end well. Deep down, he couldn't help thinking he was repeating his mother's story.

Would Pick be capable of doing the same to him?

The nightmare seemed to have no end; it only grew longer and more tormented.

The Alpha entered the room, still smiling, and gently took his face in his hands. The elder's face moved toward his without hesitation to kiss him. Although Rome instinctively tried to pull away, the grip prevented him.

The caress was like a dagger to his aching heart, and he wept again.

"How much more are you going to cry?" Pick whispered against his lips. "We're here, so close that your breathing is the only thing that matters. Let's enjoy our love..."

"What love?" he replied softly. "We... we don't love each other, Your Highness. I'm just his..."

"Consort." Pick finished, pushing him onto the bed. "Every night, the memories of our encounters lull me to sleep. Why don't you enjoy the life you have?"

"The one I have to live off..." He offered no resistance to the kisses that fell on his neck. "Wouldn't you be better off with someone more important? All Emperors' partners have skin as sleek as porcelain. I'm an ugly Omega who's only good for organizing your clothes. Your Highness, think about it, I..."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore. Now that you're my consort, you'll never have to serve as a servant again." Pick looked down at him. "You'll serve only me. All I want is for you to lie down and prepare to receive the affection I want so much to give you, my dear..."

Rome couldn't stop the tremors from forming through his body. The Alpha's touch always pricked and stimulated his fragile spots. He hated himself for being so weak to caresses and pheromones.

"Your Highness, may I be called Rome?" He pleaded in an attempt at self-control. "It's awkward when you call me affectionately…"

"Get used to it." His shirt began to unfurl. "Everyone knows you're my mate. From now on, I won't just call you darling, but I'll use other affectionate nicknames. My love, my life, every person in the kingdom will know how important you are to me. I'll even say I love you in front of them, so get used to it, dear."

"Don't do this to me…" Tears streamed down his face. "Don't torture me like this…"

"Calm down. I promise I'll help you feel better, my love."

Rome closed his eyes; there was no point in objecting.

The Emperor had lost his mind.

***

Rome wasn't willing to stay in bed all day.

If Pick said he shouldn't serve anyone but him, then he would. After losing himself in the pleasure of the night, the Omega cooled his thoughts. The next morning, he set out to accompany his new partner, trying to portray a resigned and cooperative person. Although other servants were already taking over his duties, Rome was in charge of supervising them. He needed everyone to lower their guard while he found a way to change the Emperor's mind.

Pick seemed pleased with his attitude; he couldn't stop smiling and even humming a few songs. Tunes they used to sing together when they were having a good time. It was impossible not to suffer in silence from the memories and the feeling that it was all his fault.

Porsche organized several papers, infected by the Alpha's good condition.

"Rome, can you get me some mint tea? This doesn't taste as good..." The servant nodded and left, leaving them alone. Pick looked at his friend, puzzled by the request.

"What are you going to tell me?"

"Always so clever, Your Highness," the general said, laughing. "I needed your consort to leave so I could inform you of something. Tomorrow, Emma and I won't be working."

"Well, you don't even ask permission," the Alpha mocked. "May I know the reason?"

"Today is the full red moon, and I want to bond with her." Pick was surprised. "I want to do it so she'll stay by my side forever. I know she doesn't love me, but if the legend is true, she'll never be able to escape."

"And she knows that? Is she okay with it?"

"Of course not. She'd kill me if she found out." Porsche shook his head with a smile. "I'm not a married man, unlike you. Yet she refuses to accept me. I have to use my own methods to bind her. Do I have your permission?"

"You know I do. Emma here means I can continue gathering information so Rome won't leave my side. In fact, since I heard the priest, I've been thinking about bonding with him."

"What? But the Empress…"

"I don't care about her. You know I love Rome. I want to have his pups someday. The wedding will be in a couple of months, so… I'm going to bond with his soul. We'll be one…"

Both men laughed, ignoring that, on the other side of the door, Rome had turned back to ask the Emperor if he wanted anything. The little boy held his breath, absorbing the information that filtered into his ears.

It was painful to confirm his friend's betrayal; however, he had to warn her. What Porsche wanted to do to her was dirty and vile. Forcing Emma to love him was unfair. That Pick would want to do it to him no longer surprised him. He needed to warn his friend. He walked over to the Omega and took her arm without speaking.

"Roro, what's wrong?" They both walked away from the kitchen and into the garden. "Why do you look so agitated? You're scaring me."

"If I told you something, would you keep it a secret or would you tell Porsche?"

"I would keep it a secret."

"What have you told him about me?" The girl remained silent, paling. "The Emperor said you told him something about me so I wouldn't leave his side. What was it?"

"What... what are you saying?" Emma trembled at having been discovered. "Maybe you misheard and..."

"You sold me out..." he said, his voice full of resentment. "What did you say? Answer me!"

The Omega kept her lips sealed. She couldn't confess that because of her, Rome had been manipulated for months.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Roro."

"I thought about it on my way here, you know? Never in all the years I've been working here have I seen a snake inside the palace, and it just happened when I was vulnerable from the kidnapping. The only person who knew about my phobia was you. You told him, right?"

"It's a coincidence."

"Stop lying to me! Emma, ​​how could you?" Rome felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Do you know what I'm stuck in?! How could you override my dreams and goals? You're my friend!"

"Rome... Listen to me..."

"Why did you do this? Don't you realize how much you're hurting me? If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have grown so attached to the Emperor. I even left Din behind for..."

"I'm saving you! You think leaving will be good? They kidnapped you and revived your fear, what's wrong with me using it to protect you? We're safe here!"

"I believed in you! I trusted you, and you betrayed me!"

"Understand, Rome, we're comfortable here, and..."

"Din was right," he said in a defeated voice. "The comforts clouded your judgment."

"Din was a fool!" the girl cried, exasperated. "He couldn't give you anything you deserve!"

"You know, Emma? There's something I had with Din that I'll never have with Pick, and that's freedom. With Din, I could be myself; I didn't have an Alpha wanting to own my life. They do things behind our backs!"

"You need to calm down. If we cooperate..."

"The general wants to bond with you tonight," Rome declared. "I'm not such a bad friend that I wouldn't tell you. If we're going to escape, we have to do it now, or else..."

"Why would I escape? I'm in love with him..."

"You'll be under his command forever!"

"I already am! Not just me, you too! Stop lying to yourself, Rome! We're never going to escape them. They love us and treat us well, so why can't you just settle?"

"Didn't you say I shouldn't settle? When Din cheated on me, you filled your mouth with words so I'd understand that it wasn't right to have more than two in a relationship. You said I deserved someone who loved only me, someone to marry and have children with. Your Highness is a married man. I'm always going to be a second fiddle. Don't you understand, Emma? You and I aren't in the same boat."

"But he loves you!"

"I don't love him, and I never will!" Rome turned away, tired of the argument. "And if I can't escape, at least I won't make things so easy for him."

The Omega ran away from Emma. Now that he knew the truth, he knew he was in danger. At least for that night, he had to hide, or he'd never truly be able to escape Pick. Deftly, he slipped into the stables and burrowed under the hay. He knew no one would look for him in such a smelly and neglected place; Especially since the horse that resided there was aggressive and ugly.

Just like him.

For the rest of the day and all night, the omega heard the soldiers and guards running up and down the mountain looking for him. He imagined Pick's desperation to find him before the red moon set, and he couldn't help it; he felt satisfied knowing he had foiled the opposing plans.

The time alone allowed him to reflect on his own feelings. Ever since the story with the Emperor began, he'd felt confused by the undeniable chemistry between them. It seemed paradoxical to him that, on that occasion, it was his friend who had dashed his hopes of loving the Alpha. Now that everything had changed, she was taking advantage of his status.

Rome wondered how much Pick knew about him. It didn't surprise him that the older man treated him so well and always emphasized his beauty despite his scar; something that made him insecure and that Emma knew. He felt stupid and used.

He blamed himself for not being able to stop the anxious throbbing inside him every time he thought of the Alpha. At the point he was at, he didn't know if it was the pheromones or the mark, but he definitely wasn't himself. Maybe he had developed feelings for the man, and Emma was right. He'd never be able to escape.

At some point, he fell asleep. The sound of morning birds pulled him from his dream world, bringing him back to reality. It was time to leave his hiding place and face the consequences of his actions.

When he stepped outside, the palace seemed calm. The soldiers were no longer frantically roaming the halls. Judging by the amount of light, it was probably six in the morning. He took a deep breath and walked through the kitchen door. Everyone present stared at him in astonishment.

"You didn't run away?" another servant said, surprised. "We searched for you for hours, even the army left the palace..."

"I fell asleep somewhere," Rome tried to downplay the situation so they wouldn't notice his nervousness. "What's for breakfast? I'll gladly take it to the Emperor..."

He didn't need to search for it. A strong grip on his arm caused a moan to escape his lips. Pick was holding him so tightly that it wouldn't seem strange if his arm broke. It hurt a lot.

"Where the hell did you go?!" he demanded with a shout so loud it caused everyone present to lower their heads and kneel. "Answer me!"

"What's the deal? I fell asleep next to a tree and..." He couldn't continue speaking. His face twisted to the side from a slap. The Alpha had hit him again; it was the second time he'd hurt him. Rome bit his lower lip, stunned by the pain. The humiliation of being attacked in front of everyone heated his blood, so he tried to break free. However, Pick tightened his grip and carried him away from the onlookers.

No matter where they passed, everyone fled from the man's presence. Suddenly, his body was thrown into the water in the bathroom of the major's room. The Emperor ripped off his clothes without explanation, even damaging him with his nails. Rome tried to complain and stop him from undressing him, but received another blow.

"I'm going to post guards at the stables..." Pick said angrily. "Do you think I can't tell that you smell like a horse? I didn't know you were an animal."

"Well, you treat me like one every time you hit me..."

"I don't want to hear you, shut your mouth."

"I suppose Emma already told you about my plans."

"Rome, if you don't want me to punish you, you'd better keep quiet."

"What are you going to do to me? Put a chain on me so I can't run away? I don't love you, Your Majesty. When will you understand? If I'm with you, it's out of obligation, not because I want to!"

"You're going to be my consort, Rome!"

"No! I'll never be yours! Why don't you understand?"

"In this life, you're going to serve me until the day you die!"

"Then kill me!" Pick brutally grabbed his face so he'd look at him and be afraid, but Rome didn't flinch. "Are you upset because you couldn't find me or because you couldn't bond with me?"

"Shut up! I don't want you to talk! Shut your mouth!"

"I'm not going to be yours!"

The enraged Emperor pulled him out of the water and dragged him into the room. The Omega's rage also grew with the passing minutes. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man, who dodged it. Pick tried to grab him by the arms again, but Rome was the one who threw a blow so hard that it turned his face to the side.

That was the last straw the Alpha needed to reach his limit. A burst of pheromones was released directly into Rome's body, paralyzing him. His knees weakened, causing him to fall to the ground and lie prostrate at his feet.

Pick released so much of his scent that the servant found it difficult to breathe. Rome felt him kneel in front of him and cup his chin. The older man forced him to look at him before smiling and pushing him back. Rome lay on the edge of the bed with the Alpha aiming for his neck.

It was obvious what he was going to do to control him.

The bite penetrated his skin, painfully, just as it always did; it was impossible not to cry. His body felt powerless, unable to react and push away the Alpha who was now depositing him on the bed.

"What are you going to do to me?" he murmured, affected by the opening of the connection.

"As long as you behave, I won't do anything to you." Pick kissed his lips sweetly. "Stay here and sleep."

"I don't want to stay here. You don't take my feelings and thoughts into account," he whimpered between sobs. "I don't want to always be under your control. You have to let me go..."

Pick heard his words and burst out laughing. Rome was startled when he felt another bite; a painful gasp escaped his lips, which quickly changed when he was licked. The little boy began to lose the mental battle against the Alpha's tongue. He hated that his instincts were ruling him once again.

"Let yourself go, you know you like this..." The licks continued, drawing small moans of pleasure mixed with guilt from him. He couldn't stop his body from automatically pulsing against the older man's. Still, he didn't give in easily.

"Alpha... don't do this to me..." He released his pheromones, which, instead of calming the nobleman, excited him more.

"You say not to do it, and your body keeps shaking under my hands..."

"You're such a manipulator..." Rome moaned, kissing the other man's neck, slowly losing his sanity. "You're... the worst thing that's ever happened to me... I hate you."

"Do you hate me?" Pick repeated, smiling as he pulled away. "Do you want me to stop? I'll go then..."

"No..." The servant gripped his shirt tightly. "If you're going to do something... do it right..."

"Make up your mind, Rome. Do you love me or not? I'm having a hard time understanding you..."

The Omega didn't reply. The nature of his instinct had already taken complete control of his body. For an Omega like him, it was impossible to resist the pheromones and the mark of an Alpha as dominant as the Emperor.

After surrendering, his animal side seemed to diminish and give way to his consciousness. However, it was obvious that the Alpha was willing to interrupt any mental thoughts of leaving.

"You can't lock me up forever..." His eyes were closing from the wave of pheromones. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you, you know that."

"And I..." His eyelids no longer moved. "I hate you... I'm... going... to... leave..."

"An Alpha must always protect his Omega." Pick kissed him on the forehead. "You are mine and you will love me forever."

The older man rolled his head to the side, revealing the recently healed mark. He bent down gently and kissed him, causing the servant to shiver.

Rome knew that under the Emperor's mark, he would never be free.

Author's Note: Thanks for waiting. My wrists are sore, so maybe the updates will be a little slower from now on. It's not certain, but I'll try to keep up. Kisses!

PS: Are you enjoying it?

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Emma entered the room where Rome was sleeping with light steps.

According to what the Emperor explained, her friend was in a deep sleep because of the mark. The pheromones had knocked him out to the point that he had been unconscious for over a day. Porsche told her that, from that moment on, every time Rome had intimate encounters with the Alpha, he would cover him with his scent until his mind and body were at peace.

Her friend was restricted by a veil he couldn't imagine. She saw the mark on the other man's neck and felt a contraction in her chest. She knew Rome hated feeling vulnerable and dependent, but they had no escape now. They were both in a similar situation.

She pulled back the sheet from the other man's body and found multiple signs of the passionate night he had evidently spent with the Emperor. Her only consolation was the certainty of knowing that Rome enjoyed those encounters; the chemistry between them was undeniable. If only her friend weren't so stubborn, they would surely have a very happy relationship.

With the help of the damp cloth, she cleaned her friend's arms, legs, and abdomen. She didn't touch his private parts because the Alpha was very clear in telling her that his scent must remain inside Rome. Emma felt guilty because she knew that child would come soon and her friend would go crazy.

When she finished her task, she dressed him, and even though he was unconscious, she sat him up so she could comb his hair. Emma even applied perfume to keep him in tip-top condition; she loved him, even if she had to act against him.

"What are you doing?" Rome's sleepy voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"I'm cleaning you because you smelled terrible..."

"Are you here to betray me again? Do you have a snake in that container or something?"

"I didn't betray you," she replied, gently brushing his hair. "Just because I didn't hide like you did doesn't mean I betrayed you. I like the general, so why couldn't I bond with him?"

"You know that's not what I meant," he replied in a tired voice. "So? How does it feel?"

"We didn't." Her friend was surprised. "We were looking for you all night; we couldn't bond under the moon."

"I'm sorry for damaging your bond."

"It's okay. Now I know the general wants to live with me forever. I think I can accept it."

"Are you going to lecture me to accept His Majesty?"

"No. I came to apologize." Without stopping her work, the girl continued speaking. "I'm sorry for disposing of you and betraying you. I was a bad friend and should have supported you. I realized that yesterday. I wholeheartedly regret what I did to you…"

"You know? I've slept so much that I'm not mad at you anymore, but at myself. I don't know how to get out of this situation, and that frustrates me."

"His Highness wants to marry you and have children." Emma blurted out the information, hoping her friend would trust her and be upset, but he remained calm. "Did you already know?"

"Yes... I heard when he told Porsche." The servant pushed her away, hiding his face in his knees. Without Emma expecting it, he began to cry. "What am I going to do? Even if I wanted to, I can't escape right now because of this stupid mark." The last time I didn't feel his pheromones, I almost died...

"If you want my advice, stay calm for a while. Play it cool and pretend you've reconsidered and that you're going to get married but you want it your way, postpone the wedding..."

"But I'm going to end up getting married..."

"We can keep doing things that infuriate the Emperor; things that annoy him so he gets bored of you and realizes he doesn't truly love you. Let's get him to stop being so infatuated."

"And babies? I don't want children, Emma..."

"If you don't say anything... I can bring you the contraceptive every day." Rome narrowed his eyes. "I'll drink it at the same time as you. You know I don't want a child either. This time, I'm going to help you, I swear."

"And why didn't you help me yesterday?"

"Yes, I did," the Omega smiled proudly. "I didn't bond with Porsche because I was busy lighting so many incense sticks. Do you think I didn't see you when you went to the stables? I dispelled your scent as best I could; I even burned a couple of pots, and the Emperor scolded me. You can ask him or any other servant. I did a lot for you yesterday. In fact, cleaning your smelly body is my punishment…"

"Emma…thank you…"

"It doesn't matter if I stay alone, Rome. If you want to be free, I'll help you escape."

"Don't you want to escape with me? We can be free."

"I'm not interested in freedom. I'm fine with the general. I told you I love him."

"Okay…thank you, Emma. I think I'll have to take a bath. I need to get this smell off me." The girl nodded and took the bowl of water. She bowed and left the room. She took a few steps outside, and a tear fell down her cheek.

Porsche was waiting outside to give her a hug. "It's over..."

"I feel terrible for cheating on him..."

"It's all to protect him, my omega."

"Alpha...don't tell him we're bonded..."

"I won't, don't worry. Trust me. We'll make Rome let his guard down and fall in love with Pick. You'll see, the thought of leaving will be erased from his mind."

The omega continued to cry with guilt. Now that she was bonded and constantly needed the alpha, she understood Rome's words.

She was no longer in control of herself.

***

The next morning, her friend kept her promise.

With breakfast, Emma brought him a cup of hot water and several plants. Despite just waking up, Rome watched everything with suspicion. His friend's cooperation seemed strange, especially in the palace, where thousands of eyes were watching everything he did.

"What's all this?" he asked, without touching anything.

"I know you're not going to drink any concoction, so I brought the ingredients for you to prepare it yourself." The girl mocked. "I know your stubbornness…"

"The worst part is that you say it as if I were the bad guy in the whole situation when you sold me out…" Rome shook his head, sharing her laughter. "After what that old witch did to me, do you think I'd trust any drink from here?"

"You can trust me, I'm your friend…"

"You have to earn my trust again." Emma had the nerve to look offended. "Don't make that face. At this point, I'm sure you cooperated when they gave me that tea. So, since I can now ask you, tell me, was the purpose of that liquid to make me desperate for His Highness and his pheromones, or did they want to drive me crazy? I don't understand why they started giving it to me..."

"I don't know..."

"I don't believe you at all. If you're on Porsche's side, it's pretty obvious you know more than you let on. How long are you going to lie to me?"

Emma pursed her lips and didn't answer. She preferred to pretend to organize the room while he ate. It was obvious the omega wasn't going to tell him anything, but still, he felt hurt. Deep down, he had hoped the girl would tell him the whole truth because of the loyalty their friendship represented. Instead, the silence was a clear sign of pure betrayal. Disappointment began to turn into anger.

After finishing eating, Rome handed the empty plates to the girl with a serious face. Despite Emma's attempt to smile at him, his expression didn't change.

"I'll take the plates and come help you dress."

"I don't require your services." His voice was clearly annoyed. "Leave."

"Roro? What's wrong? What do you mean you don't want my services? I'm your personal assistant..."

"I don't want you to be." He looked at the guards. "Please tell her to leave."

"Rome, don't be like that. Why are you still upset? I thought..."

"You thought wrong." The Omega held back his tears, his helplessness and fury toward his friend increasing with each passing minute. "Leave me alone. I'm fed up."

"You're the consort. The orders are clear, we must assist you in..."

"I want another assistant." He turned back to the men. "Tell the Emperor I want someone new. Someone who isn't very experienced or hasn't worked with me before."

Without waiting for replies or complaints, Rome lay down on the bed and pulled the sheet over himself. He had endured so much, but he reached his limit. He felt very sensitive and sad. Tears streamed down his face, and the need for pheromones overwhelmed him. He hated himself, yet he silently called out to the Alpha. He hoped he would actually calm him.

After a few minutes, he felt a soft caress on the outside of his makeshift hiding place. He lay still until a warm wave of calming pheromones reached him. Without hiding his desperation, he stuck his head out and met Pick's smile.

"I heard you kicked Emma out…"

"Yes. I don't want to see her for a while." He replied, lying down on the other man's lap. "I'm upset that she helped you lock me up here."

"They've hired new servants. I'll ask for one to be assigned to you..." The man didn't even deny his words. "I have to work. Will you be okay while I'm away? We can have lunch together."

"Do I have a choice?"

"You're incredibly docile. Are you feeling ill?" Pick stroked his hair. "I worry about you, My Omega..."

"I'm getting tired of fighting." That was a half-truth. Emma's plan wasn't all bad; For a while, Rome wanted to get the Alpha to trust him so he could escape. He needed to break down the barriers that stood in the way of his freedom.

"Who are you, and what did you do with my Rome?" The older man mocked with his childish pout. "Though I'm not complaining, I enjoy the peace with you."

"Shall we have lunch then?" His eyes began to close. The Alpha's scent still held an incredible power over him because of the mark.

A very soft kiss unexpectedly landed against his lips, causing the feeling of heaviness to completely cover him, and he eventually fell asleep. The Emperor watched his sleepy body with a smile. Even if Rome didn't see it, he was slowly falling in love with him.

From the doorway, Emma watched everything, crying. She went to look for him herself when her friend practically told her he didn't want to see her. She hoped the Alpha would fix the problem and that Rome would forgive her, but apparently, the man didn't care about her situation in the slightest.

Alphas were definitely not to be trusted.

***

A sudden noise caused Rome to open his eyes in a flash. He looked into the room and found that the person who woke him was a complete stranger. He was a little startled by the presence of the servant with his back to him.

His hair reached his shoulders and he walked with a slight hunchback. He even looked well-fed, someone new, just as he'd requested. The clothes he wore were quite old and revealed some wounds on his arms; he was sure they were burns.

He'd also gotten them when he was a kitchen assistant; the first job for the newcomers in the palace. He held back a laugh when he saw the boy remained completely oblivious to his gaze. A young, distracted omega. Just what he wanted. Someone he could mold to his liking. He'd have to intimidate him a little first.

He made a noise in his throat to let him know he was awake and had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. The stranger jumped in his tracks and turned around as if he'd seen a ghost. The servant quickly ran to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor, trembling.

"Your Highness, nice to meet you. My name is Mix, and I just started working here…" His voice was so quick it stumbled over the words. "I will serve you faithfully. Count on me for whatever you need. I've heard you've already had breakfast. I'd be happy to bring your clothes, I mean I'll bring your clothes right now. I have colors. I have green, blue, pink. What color would you like to wear? Or if you'd like, I'll help you take a bath first, and then you can get dressed. Or if you'd like, I can bring you some dessert, and then you can bathe and then get dressed. Or if you'd like, I can bring you some tea. Or I don't know if you like tea…"

The boy spoke so much in such a short time that Rome couldn't maintain his serious facade. The new servant's nerves sent a warm sensation through the older man's body; at least Mix seemed sincere.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," he replied calmly. "And don't call me Your Highness or sir. My name is Rome, and I'm a servant just like you." "What?" Mix's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God, they're going to kill me! Are you a servant? Then who the hell is the Consort and where is he?! They're going to cut my head off!"

The frightened face, along with the exaggerated expression, gave Rome a thousand years of life. It was impossible not to laugh at the boy's panic. He thought about teasing him again, but his kind heart wouldn't allow it; he looked incredibly young.

"Calm down, Mix. Yes, I am the Consort, but I prefer you to call me Rome." The Omega got out of bed. "I don't like being called Your Highness. I'm a real servant..."

"So... are you a slave, or are you a servant, or are you the Consort? What are you? Should I speak to you respectfully or as an equal? ​​I was ordered that the Consort was to be addressed as Sir or Your Majesty... I... I..."

"Call me Rome or I'll get upset," he spoke seriously. "You're new to the palace, aren't you? When did you arrive?"

"It's fine, Lord Rome." The boy bowed while the older man sighed. "I arrived three days ago. I was assigned to the kitchen, and suddenly today I was told I'd have to assist you. Well, the consort. But if you say you're a servant, are you a consort servant?"

"Are you really going to ask me that again?" Rome involuntarily raised his voice. Mix panicked and threw himself to the floor.

"Forgive me, Your Highness Consort Rome! I've committed a mortal sin, but don't kill me! I have a family to support! My little brother and my mother are waiting for me!" "God..." The older man sighed, stunned by the boy's immaturity. "I won't do anything to you. You better relax, show me the fabrics you brought, and then help me bathe. I'm feeling a little weak."

"Aren't you going to kill me now?"

"When did I say I was going to?" The boy remained silent.

Everyone had told him that the Consort was a jealous and ruthless Omega who didn't accept mistakes. The other servants told him the boy was so savage that not even the Emperor, known for killing people, could handle him. Even the Empress ran away from him, which was why no one wanted to work alongside him.

He shouldn't get too confident.

He gently grabbed Rome by the arm and led him to the bathroom. He blushed when he saw the boy taking off his clothes, so he turned away so as not to see him. The older man shook his head and tried to modulate his tone of voice so as not to scare him.

"You're supposed to help me bathe. Wash my hair and back." Rome handed him the shampoo and a bowl. "I usually do it myself, but I think I have a slight fever. Do you know how to use shampoo, or should I teach you?"

"How could I not know how to use it?" Not that I were…" The boy pressed his lips together. "I mean, yes, Your Highness Rome. I'll help you right away. Excuse me, this is the first time I've seen another person without clothes."

The Consort struggled again not to laugh. Mix was funny because he couldn't control his tongue. Rome knew it was a double-edged sword, but at least it would serve as a distraction for a while.

Rome chose to wear blue. A subtle way to show Pick that he still had a say in his own decisions. With Mix, he headed toward the Alpha's office to keep the lunch he had promised.

As soon as he entered, his body moved on its own, and he shamelessly hugged the Emperor, rubbing himself against his clothes. He missed his pheromones. Pick welcomed him gladly and kissed him eagerly. He loved the state Rome remained in when the mark was newly formed. He became so docile and needy that he would go looking for him.

Without letting go of his embrace, he shifted his gaze to his Consort's new servant. The boy froze upon feeling his gaze and a second later threw himself to the ground.

"Long live the Emperor of Araik. Long live the strongest Alpha of the entire empire, the great Emperor! Long live justice, peace, and love!" Rome felt anger at his servant's words. He hated that memorized speech he himself had to recite in the past.

They were all bad memories.

"You may leave," Pick replied, seeing the new Omega's devotion. "We will call you when we're finished. Thank you for your work."

"Count on me, Your Highness." Mix hurriedly ran away from the sight of both of them.

The soldiers who always accompanied the Alpha also left the room. A glance from Pick was enough for them to tremble and understand that they wanted to enjoy that lunch alone with their company.

"So? What do you think of Mix? He's the newest guy in the palace…"

"It's obvious he has no experience at all. I'll have to teach him basic etiquette and protocol."

"He was originally hired to sweep floors and wash dishes. If you want, I'll change him."

"No. I'd rather he wasn't tainted by the falsehood of this place." Rome looked the Alpha in the eye. "At least he's honest with me."

"I'm honest with you." Pick took his hand. "Right now, I want to rip your clothes off and make you mine on the desk. I'm holding back because I know you're hungry, baby."

Rome blushed and lowered his head, separating his hand from the older man's. He wanted it too, but he hated being so easy. Their food hadn't arrived yet, and that made him nervous. His eyes wandered toward the closed door; he needed the food.

"They won't come in until I give the order." The Omega scrunched up his face. "I want to pamper you before we eat. How about some dessert?" Rome sighed in annoyance. "Your future husband wants to give you love. Why are you reacting like this?"

"My future husband or my jailer?"

"We had a deal. I brought you the Beta just the way you wanted." Without a care, the older man grabbed his jaw. "You're mine, you belong to me, Rome. Be a man of your word."

"I'm a man of my word; I just can't get used to what you do to me."

"What am I doing to you?" Pick let him go just as abruptly. "What am I doing to you? Give you love?" Keep you living well? Take care of you?

"Give me love?" Rome felt irritated. "You mean have sex until I pass out and then cover me with your pheromones, so much so that I have trouble leaving the room. I'm drowsy and asleep the whole time. I know they're not giving me some strange concoction to keep me out of the game, but what you do to me is enough to make me feel like I don't belong to myself, and I don't like that feeling."

"Why are you so dramatic? I cover you with my pheromones because I like you to rest. It's no secret that you've been exhausted these days."

"You do it to keep me locked away."

"It's not like that." The emperor slid his hand to the other one and interlaced their fingers again. "It's a side effect of giving you love. My pheromones relax you because of the mark; that's not something I can control. You like them, and I enjoy giving them to you. Is it a problem wanting to please you?"

A tingling sensation ran through Rome's body. Despite feeling annoyed, he knew the older man was right. His body's reaction to pheromones was something that had been happening for a long time, but he never paid attention to it. Ever since they met, he often fell asleep. Maybe Pick was right.

"Do you realize it's not my fault?" The Alpha's sweet voice confused him. "I know you're upset with me and you see things where there aren't any, but I won't give up. I'll make you love me, darling."

"Why?" The Omega felt confused. "Why would you want someone like me to love you? I don't understand, Your Highness. Why marry me? I've even heard you talk about children. What would you gain from that?"

"I gain the pleasure of you being mine."

"I don't want to be yours..."

"Rome, I'm warning you. Mention anything about freedom again and I'm going to be furious." The servant pursed his lips and let go of Pick's hand. "You should enjoy your new status. You no longer have to worry about cleaning floors or serving anyone. Dedicate yourself to continuing to smile and making me happy. How long has it been since you visited Ryan? I've heard you've drifted away from him..."

"Are they bringing the food yet? I'm hungry..." Despite Rome's attempts to change the subject, Pick wouldn't let him.

"Don't you want to see him because he called you Dad? If you're my mate, you obviously become his stepfather. Get used to it, dear."

"I don't want that. I'm not his..."

"Watch your words. Don't you dare slight our son." That was all.

Whatever patience remained in him ended with the Emperor's last sentence. Although he loved Ryan, he wasn't his son and never would be. Even when he spent a lot of time with the boy, he still felt uneasy inside. He hated the looks the servants gave him when they were together. Ryan's existence remained a constant reminder that he was the third party in a relationship.

He needed to keep his distance.

Without wanting to share more with the Alpha, he decided to stand up and leave him alone. If they weren't going to have lunch, he'd rather starve in his room. He didn't understand why, but his eyes watered and his chest ached. Again, there was the feeling of missing something he had lost.

Before he reached the door, strong arms covered him, halting his steps. The Emperor held him tightly and released calming pheromones as he placed a shallow kiss on his neck, exactly on the mark.

The touch caused tears to trickle down his cheeks. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop crying. He covered his face with his hands as Pick picked him up and carried him to the couch.

In the Alpha's lap, he let the emotion take over. He clutched his shirt and wept painfully. It was strange, yet soothing to his soul. The closeness to Pick confused and comforted him in equal measure.

"I'm sorry," the elder whispered as he rubbed his back. "I know Ryan isn't your son. I don't mean for you to think I want him to replace your bloodline. I promise you that in the future I will give you many children, my love. As many as you want. They will run rampant throughout the palace and be respected by everyone."

"What if I don't want children?" The Alpha held back the urge to refute. "I...just getting married seems like a big step..."

"Let's worry about one thing at a time. Let's organize the wedding first, and in the future we'll discuss the subject of babies. What do you think?"

For the Emperor, there was nothing to discuss. Rome was going to give him children whether he wanted it or not, but for now, he was going to put on a little pretense and try to make the boy trust him. The fact that the servant was no longer so reluctant to the idea of ​​marriage was already a huge gain.

"It's... it's fine..." he answered, still from his chest. "The wedding... can we have it after Ryan's birthday? I wouldn't want to overshadow the Empress's celebration..." Rome's sudden plan was basically to postpone the date until the Alpha's patience allowed it. It was foolish, but he felt desperate.

"Sounds perfect to me, however, you're forgetting something very important, dear."

The Omega looked at him, uncomprehending. What could he be leaving out that was more important than the prince's birthday? Pick turned to look at him, still smiling, and took his lips lovingly. A soft, calm kiss that, instead of calming his heart, managed to stir it.

"What am I forgetting, Your Highness?"

"Your future husband's birthday." Rome's eyes widened in surprise. "Think about what you're going to give me. I'm eagerly awaiting it."

"And if I don't give you anything?"

"Your very existence is a gift to me." Heat spread across his cheeks. "My mother and Lucia are taking care of everything. Don't worry about doing anything other than continuing to warm my heart like you do every day."

Rome found it hard to resist the words of love that frequently left the Alpha's lips. It was difficult to ignore the honesty and emotion with which they often came out. Although he tried to hide it and pretend he didn't like it, his rebellious heart was moved.

It was strange. Although he still mourned Din's death, he found himself expecting to be treated so sweetly. It wasn't just the mark or the pheromones anymore; he was beginning to enjoy being with the Alpha, and that made him uncomfortable.

And now he had another problem. The Emperor's birthday celebration was a big party, one he would surely attend as a partner instead of a servant. He didn't like the anxiety and nerves of knowing he would have thousands of eyes on him.

He finished lunch with the Alpha and decided to walk with Mix to clear his head. Even though it wasn't an obligation, he had to think of something to give the man. The real problem was that he didn't have the money to buy anything valuable. Even if he sold some of the gifts he'd given him, it wouldn't be enough.

Mix noticed he looked thoughtful and mistook his worried face for tiredness.

"Your Highness Rome, would you like to sit down? You look dejected..."

"I'm not. I'm just thinking about what to give Pick..."

"The Emperor? It should be something useful."

"Like what? It may not seem like it, but I don't have much money. They froze my salary months ago, and I refused to ask His Majesty for money for his own gift..."

"You can give him a handkerchief embroidered by yourself." Rome looked at him, surprised by the good idea. "It's something simple, but it has a lot of meaning, Your Highness."

"I like it!" The eldest replied with a smile, "Let's go to the sewing workshop. We'll get fabric and thread there. I doubt the seamstresses won't give them to me."

The two of them headed to the aforementioned area, chatting about trivialities. Mix's company was just what Rome needed to relax. The boy was reckless, but that's why he found it entertaining.

They chose a beautiful green fabric and gold thread with which Rome would embroider the emperor's name. The tailors in the workshop looked busy, but none of them refused to help them.

For all of them, having the consort's favor was as important as having the favor of any original member of the royal family. The atmosphere was peaceful and happy until Empress Lucia appeared.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Rome rudely. "Do you think I'm going to allow you to take care of the Emperor's birthday outfits? Don't be so cheeky!"

"My lady, I didn't come here with that intention." He bowed, which Mix mimicked. "We're here looking for scraps of fabric to sew in our spare time. I know my place; I would never dare interfere with your plans…"

"Yes. You're doing enough by interfering in my husband's bed." Rome clenched his fists angrily, but he didn't lift his head. "You don't have the right to participate in Ryan's birthday party either. Just attend with your deformed face."

"It will be so, my lady…" was his only response. Mix, on the other hand, was breathing rapidly due to the rage he felt. Rome held his wrist and squeezed it silently. If Lucía ever laid eyes on Mix, the boy wouldn't have such an easy life.

Even the people in the workshop tried to control the unpleasant feelings the woman's voice provoked in them. Rome had never interfered with them, so they unconsciously defended him and remained loyal.

"The nannies also told me you haven't been to see Ryan. Why do you keep snubbing my son? Do you want me to punish you? Do you think you're better than the prince himself?"

"No, my lady. I'll go see him today. I was sick, that's why I didn't go..."

"No wonder your face looks more disgusting than usual." Mix clenched his jaw uncontrollably, and unfortunately for him, the Empress saw him. "And who is this? Your new servant? It's a shame that even he's more handsome than you. Be careful, my dear. Pick likes unimportant Omegas."

Rome remained silent. He shouldn't be provoked by Lucia's venomous words. He had only recently met Mix, but he trusted him; he knew Pick would never see the boy differently.

And that thought frightened him.

Why should he care if the emperor looked at the boy differently?

Wouldn't that be good for him because Pick would leave him alone?

Did he really want that?

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Rome left the sewing workshop feeling a pit in his stomach. Lucia's words hurt his pride, especially because he subconsciously knew that everyone was looking at him more since he became the Consort.

He was ashamed to think that the other servants saw him as lesser; they were surely talking behind him about how ugly he was. How could the Emperor be with someone as unpleasant as him?

Would Pick be ashamed to walk beside him?

"Your Highness!" Mix cut in front of him, blocking his way. "Don't run, Your Highness! I'm not used to exercising..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how fast I was going..."

"Your Highness..." Unexpectedly, the servant brought one of his hands to his face and wiped away a treacherous tear that had fallen. "I am incapable of looking at the Emperor differently. Don't believe the Empress's words."

Rome looked at him in surprise and burst out laughing. He hated it when his reactions were obvious to other people.

"I know, you're a very young and handsome boy. I know that if something happened between you, it wouldn't be your fault, and you wouldn't have a choice. Don't worry."

"But I'm not the Emperor's type! He likes omegas like you!"

"Omegas like me? What do you mean?" Rome clenched his fists. He hoped Mix would respect him, but it seemed like he was going to offend him, so he went ahead. "Let's be honest. Between you and me, your beauty surpasses me. You're taller, you have a better body. You don't have to..."

"No, Your Highness," he interrupted. "I'm not talking about physical beauty, but about your aura. You are someone imposing. It's clear you've been fed and cared for in the palace; your build is very beautiful, even though you're short, and it's obvious His Majesty is crazy about you. Don't speak negatively about yourself…"

"Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but…"

"But don't be stubborn, Your Highness Rome. Empress Lucia hates you; that means, in terms of attraction, the Emperor desires you more than her. Don't look down on yourself when you have such great power."

The Consort remained silent after that speech. A small part of him felt calm. Mix was right; there was a reason Pick was practically obsessed with him.

Perhaps he was being too hard on himself.

***

After leaving the pieces of cloth hidden in the room, Rome set out to visit Ryan. He didn't want to receive another scolding from Pick or Lucia, so he made it his mission to see the child before the day was out.

The little boy burst out laughing upon seeing him and crawled toward him with a stuffed animal. The servant knelt down to greet him, and it was impossible not to hug him. Ryan was beautiful, and he adored him.

"Daddy... daddy..." However, it was difficult to hear him call him that. He grabbed the toy and pretended his chest didn't hurt at the nickname.

"For me? Thanks..." he said with a smile. He greeted the nannies, who left to leave him alone with the boy, and he sat on the floor so he could play.

Ryan's room was large and contained many toys. Mix seemed impressed by the amount; he took some and gave them to Rome to share with the infant.

The servant was surprised to notice that his master was gently releasing pheromones. He didn't know if he did it on purpose or not, but the boy seemed to enjoy them. Rome's scent was similar to peaches, sweet and fruity. There was even something sour, yet addictive, that made you want to get closer and smell more. It was strange, but it brought peace to feel Rome's pheromones.

And the little one adored him. Ryan couldn't stop laughing over and over again with every childish word that left the older one's mouth. It was impossible to deny the emotional connection between them.

"I've never seen so many toys together," Mix whispered, sitting down beside him to play. "You have a very beautiful son, Your Highness." Rome caught his breath and stopped smiling. "He was born with your eyes and nose. His Majesty fell asleep, and you did all the work..."

The older one turned his face to search for the malice in the other's words. He was going to throw him out after insulting him, but he noticed that Mix was serious and even laughing sincerely as he waved a toy horse in front of Ryan.

"You know he's not my son, right?" The boy paled. "Even though he calls me Papa, I didn't carry him in my belly."

"What? Your Highness Rome, I'm sorry! I didn't know!" Without expecting anything, the servant knelt at his feet, trembling. "Forgive me, Your Highness! I didn't mean to disrespect you! I'm an idiot!"

"Yes, you're an idiot," said the older man, playing with Ryan. "You have to learn to control that tongue or it's going to get you into trouble."

"I really didn't mean to offend you, sir. You two look alike, forgive me. It wasn't my intention..."

"I've been taking care of him since Ryan was born, maybe that's why he looks so much like me." The boy burst out laughing again, which Rome couldn't help but share. "Empress Lucia hates me for this. I'm not just with her husband, but with her son as well."

"Is it true that before you were the Consort, you were a servant?" He nodded, rolling his eyes. Mix still refused to believe him. "If you were a servant, how did you get into the Emperor's bed?"

As soon as those words left his lips, Mix opened his eyes, surprised by his own recklessness, and pressed his forehead to the floor. One after another, the pleas and begs for forgiveness followed. The boy even began to cry, begging for mercy. He was sure Rome was going to cut his head off.

On some level, the elder Omega wanted to hit him and punish him for his disrespect, but for some reason, he felt he could forgive Mix for anything.

"Get up," he replied in a serious voice. "The worst part is, I don't even know how I got into the Emperor's bed. Before, I had my partner and my things. I never crossed paths with His Majesty, and from one moment to the next, everything simply turned so that I ended up in his clutches."

"You don't have to tell me, Your Highness. Forgive my indiscretion..."

"How old are you, Mix? You're quite young." Reckless, childish, immature. These were words Rome truly wanted to say, but he held back.

"I'm fifteen, Your Highness." The consort was surprised. "I know I'm very stupid; my mother always scolds me for that."

"Start being careful now if you want to come of age."

"Thank you for your consideration. I'm working for my mother and brother. If they find out about my disrespect, they'll hate me."

"And your father? Did he die?"

"Yes..." the younger man made a superhuman effort not to cry. "He worked bringing supplies to the palace, but his wagon was ambushed and his life was taken. Mom still mourns for him at night..."

And everything fell into place. That's why he couldn't treat him badly. Mix was identical to his father, Din's master. Now it made sense because his face reminded him of something. Like the love of his life, surely the father of his new servant lost his life because of him.

Rome said nothing more.

That was his sin.

***

The cold, quiet of the night was interrupted by small moans escaping the omega's mouth. Pick's hands rested on his hips, urging him to shed tears of infinite pleasure.

Rome kept his eyes closed, allowing himself to be carried away by the strength and warmth of the other's skin. His baser instincts dominated every inch of his body, allowing him to move and respond to the Alpha who drove him wild.

Bite after bite, he sobbed until they both ran out of energy. Several marks shone on Pick's shoulders, proving that, over time, Rome was becoming wild and possessive.

"It's a good thing I wear clothes with sleeves, otherwise the whole palace would see how fierce My Consort is..."

"My lord, you're exaggerating..." he replied, still sleepily, over the man. "It's not my fault your skin looks so appetizing..." And he bit him again.

The Emperor groaned, but ended up laughing. He loved how brazen Rome was in their intimate encounters. He was greatly amused by his outbursts of aggression and dominance.

"Your scent is delicious today..." The older man kissed his bare shoulder. "I ate peaches today and I remembered you. You're an incredible Omega, I can't stop sniffing you."

"It must be fun being a Beta and not smelling like anything..."

"If you were a Beta, you'd ache for your Alpha," Pick mocked. "We'd be Soulmates in another life, and you'd cling to me."

"But if I were a Beta, you wouldn't recognize me."

"No matter what life it is, I'll always recognize my Soulmate." Rome blushed and hid again in the other man's neck. "I'll always find you, dear. I love you..."

"Your Highness, don't say such embarrassing things..."

"I'm not ashamed to say how much I love you." The Alpha slowly pulled away. "Hold on to me, darling. I won't hurt you."

Rome didn't reply. He lowered his gaze and leaned back against the other man's chest. He felt both uncomfortable and excited by that phrase. Pick stirred his mind every time he spoke to him lovingly.

A wave of pheromones began to wash over him, calming him and driving away difficult thoughts. He didn't want to fall asleep, yet he felt he was losing the battle against the older man's familiar manipulation.

"My lord... I mustn't go to sleep... I haven't cleaned myself..."

"Don't," Pick whispered, moving him to the side of the bed as he released more of his scent. "Sleep peacefully, dear. You look beautiful when you sleep…"

"Between Mix and me… I think he's more beautiful…" The Alpha scrunched up his face, hating the sense of insecurity in the omega. "He's charming…"

"He's my Consort's servant, why do you tell me that? I would never be interested in someone so…"

"Empress Lucia said you liked him…" The younger tried to hide his anxiety. "I was like him…"

"The only one I like is you. Don't be jealous, dear."

"But he's young and beautiful…"

"No beauty can compare to yours." Pick took his lips passionately, showing him that he was the one he desired. "No one will ever be as incredible and wonderful as you. Now sleep."

Rome closed his eyes with a smile.

He needed to hear that.

***

The sheets on the Emperor's bed were so soft that Rome sometimes struggled to get out of them. As a servant, it was rare to sleep in. For that reason, waking up to see the sun fully overhead unsettled him. He knew Pick's pheromones relaxed him, but he still couldn't get used to spending so many hours lying down.

He felt movement next to the bed and noticed Mix sitting on the floor. Quietly, he slid to the edge to see what the boy was doing and was surprised to see him cutting several pieces of cloth.

His new servant was preoccupied with arranging scraps of various materials, perhaps so Rome could choose the one he liked best for the Emperor. He smiled; the boy was very pure.

"What are you doing?" he asked in his ear, causing the boy to squeal and jump in fear.

Rome had to hold back his urge to laugh, especially since several guards entered the room due to his scream. The older man had to cover his naked body with a sheet, embarrassed.

"Get out of here," he said to the soldiers, his face flushed. "I scared him, and that's why he screamed. It's okay, get out."

The men looked at each other, but none of them contradicted him. Rome's orders were important and respected. If they weren't in danger, they couldn't defy him, or the Emperor would cut them in two.

"A thousand apologies, sir." Mix bowed. "I didn't mean for them to see you without clothes..."

"It was my fault for scaring you," he commented, covering himself. "Why didn't you wake me? I would have helped you."

"His Majesty forbade me from disturbing your sleep." The boy bent down to pick up the scraps of cloth scattered around the room. "Do you wish to bathe or eat first? It's already past noon."

"Bring some food for you and me. You haven't eaten, have you?" The servant was surprised by his master's benevolence. "Ask Emma for the herbs and hot water. She knows what they're for."

Mix hurried to comply with Rome's request. It was enough to see how the soldiers trembled at his commands to make him afraid. In the kitchen, the consort's lunch had already been served. He wasn't important, yet he didn't dare defy him.

"Emma, ​​His Highness Rome told me to bring something for me as well." For some reason, that omega scared him. "And he also asked for herbs and hot water." He said you'd know which ones...

"You're doing very well with Rome, aren't you? He must be the Master of your dreams." The girl's voice was anything but friendly. "Enjoy it, because when you least expect it, he'll get bored of you and kick you out."

He didn't reply. In his mind, it was an immense sin to speak ill of the Royal Consort, so he couldn't understand how any Omega dared to commit such an act.

When he returned to the room with the tray, he was surprised to see that Rome was already bathed and dressed. His master was waiting for him, sitting at the table by the window. He looked serious, and he thought it was his fault.

"Why did you bathe without me, Your Highness?" He regretted his complaint the second he spoke. "I...I'm sorry. I mean, you should have waited for me, Your Highness. It's my job to assist you..."

"That tongue..." the older man replied, pointing to the other chair. "Sit down and eat with me. Hunger is taking its toll on you."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. This is my first job, forgive me..."

"If you don't sit down and eat with me, I'll get really upset." The servant looked at the table doubtfully. "I'll have to tell the Emperor you're disobeying me..."

"No! I'll sit down! I'll sit down!" The eldest Omega couldn't help but laugh. Annoying Mix was fun. He felt like he was his little brother.

After eating, he prepared the herbal tea and continued detailing the landscape. The palace gardens were beautiful, yet seeing the vegetation reminded him that he was still inside a gilded cage. He missed Din and their conversations about leaving the walls of the empire.

"Do you want to go to the garden, Your Highness?" the younger one interrupted his thoughts. "I see you're looking at the flowers. Dad always brought tulips to my mother; would you like to plant some?" They're not common, but...

"Yes..." The boy's idea surprised him, filling him with enthusiasm. "I love flowers. Tulips, in particular, bring back good memories. Let's go."

Nostalgia lingered in his mind as he dug a hole in the ground. The activity of planting flowers was an act of renewal and optimism in itself. Rome wanted to believe that coincidences didn't exist, and the fact that Mix had suggested it was an omen that something better was coming. A small glimmer of hope ignited in his body.

Emma said he should be patient and cooperate. That's what he was doing, and life seemed to go faster and easier. The real question was, how long could he endure the pressure? It still hurt to think of Din. Although he gave himself with passion and desire to the Emperor, the emotions inside his mind confused him.

The Mark on his neck suddenly stung, and it stunned him. His skin craved the opposing pheromones, but was that instinct coming from the bite or something deeper? He couldn't stop rambling.

"Your Highness, would you like some water? It's hot..." Mix broke his mental tornado. "Or a snack? We've been at this for a long time..."

He nodded at his servant's words and went to a bench. He felt physically and emotionally exhausted. Guilt kept him from enjoying the comforts. Would living without love be his lifelong punishment?

"Your Highness, are you feeling okay? You don't look well..."

"It's the mark, don't worry..."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Rome shrugged with a sad smile. "How did you get it? It must have bled a lot. I once squeezed a pimple on my cheek and it was a bloodbath; I can't imagine a cut like that."

The major turned around, shocked by the misunderstanding. He was already aware of his servant's sympathetic nature, but he never thought he would ask so directly about his scar. That was a difficult and painful subject for him, especially because it lowered his self-esteem.

He remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Could he trust Mix?

"I'm sorry..." The servant scratched his head uncomfortably. "Forgive my indiscretion. I didn't mean to be imprudent. Sorry..."

"Mix, do people in the palace talk about my scar?"

"No one in the palace mentions it, that's why I was curious. I'm sorry..." His answer served to calm Rome's anguished heart. "In fact, when I first saw it, I was surprised because no one warned me..."

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Despite his smile, the older man felt hurt. "Is it difficult to see me? It must be hard being by my side all day..."

"Do you really think a simple scar is more important than who you are? You should work on your self-esteem." Mix surprised him with the content of his speech. "A pressure cooker exploded in Mom's face. I know how difficult it can be to have something so distinctive on your face, but believe me, it doesn't make you any less. I greatly admire the courage of people who are different and don't allow anyone to make them feel less. Don't damage that perception I have of you, Your Highness Rome."

Mix's direct and crude words sank in. The eldest Omega couldn't help but cover his face and cry. With Pick, he learned to stop hiding under his hair, but he was still anxious about people staring and mocking him.

"Besides, everyone respects and fears you for your tenacity. When you smile, you're beautiful, Your Highness. The only thing that should matter to you is how the Emperor looks at you, and that man loves you." Rome looked at him blankly. "This morning, you were sleeping, and he came over to kiss your hair affectionately. He stared at you for several minutes and then kissed your face lovingly. Isn't that the most important thing?"

"Thank you," he whispered, giving the boy a hug. "You can't imagine how much I needed someone to talk to me like that."

The servant silently reciprocated the hug. He felt bad for having misunderstood the whole situation, but at least he had resolved it. However, he wasn't honest with Rome. Many people were talking about his scar and saying that he had a bad temper because of it.

It was good that those comments didn't reach his ears. Pick had warned him never to bring up the subject in front of him. He couldn't believe his lack of discretion. He was a fool. He decided to change the course of the conversation.

"Your Highness, should we go play with Prince Ryan?"

"I don't feel very inclined to go. He's so perceptive, he can sense my feelings and start crying," Mix watched as he wiped his tears with a laugh. "He's definitely like my son..."

The servant took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to him. Rome didn't deserve to be sad because of him. He needed to cheer him up.

"Would you like to go to the training camp then? You can use a sword on something to vent your anger..."

"Do you know how to use a sword?" the boy shook his head. "So? Do you want to learn? We can tell the general..."

"You don't know, Your Highness? I thought all nobles were trained in the art of combat weapons..."

"I'm not a noble, Mix. I told you I'm a servant like you..."

"Yes...but now you're not. You're the Consort, it's important that you know how to defend yourself. Have you never wanted to learn?"

Rome thought about it. Living in the palace under such an important status, he became a target, just like when they tried to poison him. If his life were at risk like in the ambush, how would he defend himself? Mix was right.

"I once tried using an arrow, but I did it terribly. I think I should learn how to use a sword. Would you like to do it with me?"

"Of course! If something ever happens, I have to know how to defend you!" The elder was surprised by what he had said. "Yes, I say that because I heard that a servant saved Empress Lucia from an ambush because he knew how to use a sword."

"What? Who told you that?"

"Ah, the other servants talked about it one night. They say it was when the Empress was pregnant with the prince and they attacked her, but the servant used his sword and cut off the heads of the bad guys." Mix waved his arms, pretending to attack someone. "And that thanks to that, the Emperor promoted him to minister. Can you imagine if he hadn't known? It could all have ended badly!"

Rome was astonished by the level of gossip. Especially by how poorly it was told.

"Do you want me to tell you a secret?" The younger man looked at him excitedly. "That servant you're talking about... that's me..."

"What? Really? How did it feel to cut off their heads?"

"I didn't cut anything off," he said, laughing. "My lady and I ran, but I never had to use a sword or an arrow. We just jumped into the river and then hid."

"But didn't the bad guys hurt you?"

"It was truly very dangerous. I almost died after that because my intestines were pierced by an arrow and I bled for quite a while. However, don't believe what they say, the Emperor was good to me before then."

"I admire you very much, Your Highness. I know that's not why you earned your position as Consort," Mix wanted to clarify to avoid hurting his Master's self-esteem. "You're incredible. I heard that attack was very severe and that several people died. Someone even lost a baby!"

Rome was shocked. It was the first time he'd heard about a loss.

"A baby? Who lost a baby?"

"You didn't know? They say an Omega didn't know she was pregnant and fell off a horse. Her husband carried her, and she started bleeding badly..."

"My God, poor woman." The elder felt a pressure in his chest. "I couldn't bear that." Losing a child is a pain you never forget…

"Have you lost a child?" Mix asked, instantly regretting his recklessness. "I'm sorry! I don't know why I keep saying such impertinent things!"

"Don't worry," Rome looked at him with a smile, ruffling his hair. "Believe it or not, I'm happy you're so bold. It's nice to say what you want without worrying so much about what people will think. I haven't lost any children, and in fact, I don't want them right now. I'm waiting for…"

His mouth was faster than his mind. He no longer had anyone to wait for. The dreams and plans of a family in the future with Din were part of the past. Tears formed in his eyes again; he had to hide them by looking away.

He would never forget the Beta.

"Is that what the herbs are for? To prevent pregnancy?" The older man nodded, wiping his tears away again. "I haven't even had my first heat." Those topics embarrass me."

For the older man, it was impossible not to raise his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I didn't think the word shame existed in your dictionary," he mocked. "Don't worry. I know you'll meet a good Alpha who will help you through your heat. I'll give you some advice later."

"Your Highness!" Mix's face was as red as an apple. "That's embarrassing! Don't make fun of me! I'm sure the first time you were with the Emperor, you were embarrassed too!"

"You know, we actually already had some tension between us," he said, recalling. "So when we went to the next level, it was very easy. I got carried away by the atmosphere and..."

"Did you get drunk?"

"No. I remember going to him because the Queen Mother asked me to. The concubines helped me get ready because I was nervous. They gave me tea to calm me down, and when I saw him..." Rome stopped. He'd never analyzed his behavior that night before.

After that drink, he remembered how dizzy and light-headed he'd felt. So, he'd been manipulated for a long time. He'd felt angry and helpless. He'd definitely let a lot of things slide.

"And what happened?" Mix insisted he continue his story, but they were interrupted.

Pick directed a wave of pheromones toward them, causing Rome to instinctively get up and hug him. Despite being upset by his new discovery, his body craved closeness with the Alpha.

"How are you, dear?" Pick asked, giving him a kiss. "Were you crying?"

"I remembered something sad," he replied, rubbing himself against his chest. "How did you find me?"

"How could I not find the love of my life?" Both Omegas blushed. "Mix, leave us alone."

The boy stood up from the bench and bowed before leaving. He watched his Master being kissed lovingly and then guided to the bench. The Emperor definitely loved him; there was no other explanation for him sitting him on his lap to pamper him in front of everyone.

Both he and the guards could see them from a distance.

That was the love he wanted for his life.

Although Rome looked somewhat tense.

"What were you talking about?" Pick insisted, seeing his companion's red eyes. "Don't lie to me, dear."

"About death and miscarriages." He wasn't going to tell the Emperor. There was no point in explaining that he already knew the nature of their first meeting. "I cried because I remembered my family."

"Why were you talking about such ugly subjects? I don't like you doing that." The Alpha kissed his scar with devotion. "Better think about beautiful things, like our..."

"Did you know that one of the assistants in the ambush lost a child?" Pick pulled away, tensing his muscles. "Did you know?"

"Yes, the wife of one of the ministers. Who told you?" This was real, yet the Emperor was frightened by the thought that Rome would talk about himself.

"I heard it somewhere. Poor woman, that must feel horrible. I feel like I'll never recover from losing a baby…"

"Don't think about it." The Alpha hugged him, trying to contain his tremors. "Forget that, it's not your problem. I'll always protect you."

"I know…" he said, reciprocating the gesture. "Even so… can I go with Mix to the training camp? I want to learn how to use a sword."

"Why?"

"I want to learn to defend myself. What if someone attacks me one day?" Pick raised an eyebrow in doubt. "Or the prince? I have to protect my son!"

The phrase left his lips so spontaneously that it felt both good and bad. Time was shaping his feelings for the boy. He thought the Alpha would emphasize his comment and make him feel bad, but instead, he received a soft caress on his cheek.

"Okay. I'll take you after my birthday. Do you have my gift yet? It's only a few days away…"

"Yes…" He silently thanked Pick for not pointing anything out about Ryan. "Shall we have dinner together?"

"Of course." He received a kiss on the forehead. "Let's go to our room."

The Alpha continued to confuse him in every way.

Chapter Text

Ever since Rome was little, he had the ability to differentiate between dreaming and not. Those lucid dreams didn't usually happen every night, but it was a phenomenon that repeated itself with some insistence. There were signs like the scenery changing from one moment to the next or people appearing and disappearing before his eyes. That was the reason why he knew it was happening to him at that moment.

From a green meadow, he transported himself to the Festival of Lights. He knew he would have to go to Din's tree, probably to grab that flower he was still keeping in a drawer. To his surprise, the one waiting for him sitting there was the Beta.

He was surprised, especially since his common sense told him he was dead. Fearfully, he approached his former companion. The words stuck in his throat, yet he didn't stop his steps.

"Did you miss me?" the boy said from his spot. "Your face looks like you've seen a ghost..."

"What are you doing here?" he asked, the words "you're dead" swirling around his tongue.

"Are you comfortable?" The Beta ignored him. "Are you going to escape today?" Rome pressed his lips together uncomfortably. "It might be too late if you don't do it today..."

"Why would it be late?" She crouched down in front of him, hugging him. "I've missed you... you can't imagine how much..."

"Comfort clouded your judgment..."

"You always tell me that," Rome replied reluctantly, still holding him. "Could you speak to me kindly? Even in death, you don't stop..." He trailed off. Those words were cruel to his boyfriend's spirit.

He heard his signature laugh and felt his heart pound with excitement. He missed the quiet nights where they snuggled up in the small bed in his room. He didn't want to let go and wake up.

"Don't go..." he begged fearfully. "Din..."

"I'm sorry I can't prevent it..."

"Prevent what? Your death?"

His ex-boyfriend gave him a warm smile before hugging him again. Rome squeezed him, afraid of losing him. Slowly, tears began to flow. It hurt to know his imagination was playing tricks on him.

"Don't go, Din..." he begged again. "Din... please... Din..."

Everything suddenly shook, frightening him and causing him to wake up.

In front of him, Mix's worried gaze met his gaze. "Your Highness Rome..." The boy wiped a handkerchief across his forehead. "You have a fever. Should I call a doctor?"

"No..." he said, sitting down. Tears continued to fall from his eyes. "Don't tell anyone. Today is the Emperor's birthday. Let's not spoil the party."

"It's fine, Your Highness. But... do you want me to call Din?" The Consort opened his eyes in surprise. "You were calling him in your sleep... do you need me to pick him up? I don't know him, but I can ask who it is and bring him here if you need to talk."

"Din is my boyfriend." —The servant froze in place at the revelation. “My dead boyfriend…”

“Your Highness…I thought you were committing adultery. I thought the Emperor allowed you to have another partner.” Laughter exploded from the younger man’s lips. “Or that I would have to keep the secret. I swear I saw my head rolling down the hall.”

“I would never be unfaithful to Your Majesty…”

He didn’t want to say anything. Whenever he dreamed about the Beta, he would think about it all day long. It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed about him since he died, but it was the first time he’d said such confusing words to him.

“I brought medicine for the fever.” Mix approached with a tray. “I won’t say anything, but you have to be okay, Your Highness. The party is a big event with many important people coming. You can’t faint or look weak.”

"I know. Stay by my side at all times and keep this a secret, Mix. I trust you…"

The Emperor of Araik's birthday was a special date celebrated with excitement every year. There wasn't a single soul in the palace who wasn't involved in making sure everything went perfectly for the empire's most imposing Alpha.

Very early in the morning, several servants entered the room to prepare Rome. The boy was bathed before being covered in cream and essential oils. Mix's expression of disgust and tension was obvious. Hiding his illness seemed to be difficult for him, yet Rome pretended to be fine in front of the others.

Although the party was at night, he had been getting dressed and put on makeup since midday. Rome felt uncomfortable and wanted to escape, but many eyes were watching him. He waited patiently until he was left alone with his personal servant so he could complain at his leisure.

"My God, I thought they'd never leave," he murmured, walking to the mirror where he silently examined himself. The empress personally chose his outfit.

A red tunic with a straight neck and wide sleeves, paired with baggy pants. The suit had no shape, so his body seemed covered by a meaningless sheet. It was like a scarf wrapped around a tree trunk, all his curves hidden behind the ugly fabric.

"How do I look?" he asked doubtfully. "What do you think?"

"It looks good, it looks like a giant drop of blood." Rome glared at the servant. "I mean, it looks like a giant rose..."

"It's ugly, isn't it? I'm not surprised by the Empress. She wants to humiliate me in front of the guests."

"Can't you wear something else? The Emperor has given you many beautiful and colorful outfits..."

"I can't overrule the Empress." He moved the fabric, trying to find a shape. "This is a disaster."

"Would you let me try something?" Although hesitant, the elder nodded. He was resigned to his fate.

However, he had forgotten that his servant was a skilled boy. Mix took a green and gold sash, and although Rome hesitated, he not only matched it, but shaped his waist. The younger also folded the sleeves and tied them with gold trim, giving the outfit an elegant and sophisticated aura.

"Can I change your hairstyle? Your hair has grown long and beautiful..." Rome seemed hesitant to give up his signature ponytail. "You said you trusted me..."

He agreed again. Mix left the hairstyle the same, adding several braids and gold ornaments. When Rome thought he was finished, the boy smiled and approached him with an eyeliner. It was the first time his eyes had been lined.

"You have very beautiful features, Your Highness..." Rome lowered his head in disbelief. "I applied more foundation to your face. Your scar is less noticeable, you can rest easy."

The older Omega's heart thudded with relief. He was glad that, without needing to be told, Mix understood his insecurities. He gathered his courage and returned to the mirror, finding himself looking beautiful.

"Wow... I... I..." Not a word came out of his lips. He felt dazed at the sight of seeing himself beautiful for the first time. "Mix... thank you..."

"You're welcome. Although I feel something's missing, do you have a necklace the Emperor gave you?"

Rome thought for a moment and took out of the drawer the small chain Pick had given him on the day of the festival. Unintentionally, the accessory matched his aesthetic perfectly.

He hoped the night would be peaceful.

***

Entering the social hall was like entering a battlefield.

Rome knew thousands of eyes were desperately waiting to meet the new Consort. The poisonous looks and nasty comments wouldn't be long in coming as soon as he set foot inside that place.

"Your Highness, don't be nervous." Mix placed one of his hands on his back. "You are above them all. Remember that His Majesty chose you as his Companion. Don't be intimidated, walk straight and answer firmly."

"I know... but..."

"I'll pinch you if you go blank." The servant gently pushed him. "Let's go in, my lord."

With the younger man's help, Rome gathered his strength and crossed the divide between the hallway and the large room. Just as he expected, everyone in attendance turned to look at him. He knew the striking color of his clothes would be impossible to ignore.

The Omega didn't want to move, however, Mix wouldn't let him stay still and pushed him forward. Each step felt heavy and uncomfortable under the thousands of gazes. In front of him, Betty and several concubines passed by, halting his progress.

"Our lord..." To his surprise, Betty and the Emperor's former bedmates bowed to him with a smile. That gesture showed not only respect, but also support.

Immediately everyone else did the same. It was strange to see how heads lowered in submission to him. He never thought he'd receive respect from the Emperor's subjects.

From everyone except Empress Lucia.

"What do you think you're doing, Rome?" The eldest woman's face displayed such anger that he was frightened by the possibility of a sudden blow.

"Excuse me?" he asked, taking a step back, which was met with a pinch from Mix. "What is it, my lady?"

"Your clothes..." Of course Rome knew she would be upset. The Empress was dressed in an elegant gown and wore the accessories Pick had given her the same day at the fair he received the necklace. It was no wonder the memories of that night rankled the woman. However, Rome didn't want to receive any more pain from Mix's fingers.

"My lady, I take this opportunity to thank you for the clothes. This tunic is made of the finest fabric. You have exquisite taste." He ended his speech with a bow. Faced with his blatant flattery and everyone's attention, Lucia decided to play along.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said with a smile, lifting him by the arms in a rather firm grip. "You know I can't allow my husband's lover to come underdressed to his birthday." Rome had to bite his tongue to keep from insulting her.

That was the first of the humiliations he would have to endure this evening.

"Your Highness, let's sit and wait for His Majesty," Mix murmured, trying to help him.

"Wow, are you that desperate for my husband? He hasn't arrived yet, my dear. You must learn to be patient."

"No, my lady." He clenched his fists angrily. "I know the Emperor hasn't arrived yet. If His Majesty were here, he would be by my side, as he has some difficulty keeping his hands off my body. You don't have to explain yourself to me, don't worry."

The room fell silent at the boy's intelligent response, but Lucia wasn't going to let him.

"Of course, he's an Alpha after all. Young flesh calls to him..."

"I know. I have a hard time getting out of bed every morning."

"Really?" The Empress's cackle echoed throughout the room. "I wonder, my dear, what's the difference between a prostitute and you?"

"That I love Rome, but I don't love a prostitute..."

At that voice, both omegas froze. Pick had just arrived, and judging by the smile on his face, it was certain he had heard their entire exchange. The Alpha walked past everyone, his expression still blissful.

Rome lowered his head, embarrassed by their little quarrel. Like Lucia, he bowed, waiting for the emperor to reach his throne. However, he stopped at his feet.

He thought Pick would scold him for making a spectacle of himself with the empress, but instead, his lips were gently and carefully touched. Rome opened his eyes and turned away, blushing at such a public display of affection.

Pick continued with the mocking grimace and turned around, walking toward the throne. The Omega then looked at the ministers who had once viewed him as inferior by bowing to him, and he felt intimidated.

Had the Emperor just given a silent message that no one could touch him? Even the Empress left, leaving him alone.

"Come on, Your Highness," Mix whispered, moving him along to follow the celebration protocol.

It was best not to think about the Alpha's actions, or he would feel even more confused.

According to custom, members of the royal family were supposed to approach to give the first congratulations and gifts. Olga was the one who opened the gift-giving ceremony. Pick received his mother without much enthusiasm; she continued to tell him things about her consort every day.

The Queen Mother was definitely enjoying the situation between Rome and Lucia. The latter was the next to offer her congratulations. Several servants entered after her command and left more than twenty boxes containing expensive and exquisite fabrics and jewels in front of the Emperor.

Those present gasped, impressed by the quality and quantity of gifts the Emperor's wife had given him. Now, it was the Consort who remained. Rome trembled in place.

His embroidered handkerchief was nothing compared to the wonder of the subsequent gifts. He was embarrassed to hand Pick the small box he himself had painted dark green. However, he had no choice.

"My lord..." His voice wavered with a lack of confidence. "Please accept this humble gift from me. It is a handkerchief that I myself embroidered with your name. I have added a wolf that symbolizes your Alpha Dominant lineage. I am not so bold as to ask you to wear it, but I sincerely hope that you will keep it in a drawer near your treasured possessions..."

Pick grabbed the package, his face full of surprise. His eyes shone at the finely wrapped piece of fabric. It was obvious that Rome had taken the time to make it, for the golden thread showed no signs of imperfection.

"A handkerchief? For the strongest man in the nation?" Lucia couldn't stop herself from teasing him. "Your Majesty deserves much more than that..."

Rome's heart felt ashamed. He lowered his head to avoid the merciless eyes and comments; he knew it was a mockery of the Alpha.

"You embroidered it yourself, Rome?" Pick's deep voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to fall silent.

"Yes, my lord. It's humble, but I wanted to do something personal for you..."

"It's the best gift I've received today." The Alpha's mouth formed a smile so wide that all his teeth could be seen. "I love it because it wasn't something you bought to win my favor, but something you made with your own hands. That makes it priceless, Rome. Thank you."

Heat rose to Omega's face, and he couldn't help but let out the breath he'd been holding and shared the smile of joy with the elder. Pick stood up from the throne and took his arm. The Consort allowed himself to be dominated without any problems, happy to be defended.

A kiss was repeated between the two before everyone's eyes. The gesture was unexpected and tender, causing some people to blush. The tension in Rome's shoulders vanished, along with his insecurity. Holding Pick's hand, he sat next to Alpha, proud of having made him happy.

"I'll carry this with me every day," the elder whispered in his ear. "Thank you very much. I love you..."

"Your Highness..." Rome replied, red as an apple. "I...I...please don't say that..."

The Alpha's smile was immediate. He gently touched the younger's lips again and then kissed his forehead. There he broke away, and his expression changed from happiness to concern.

"Do you have a fever?"

"No...?" Pick squeezed his eyes shut in disgust. "I may have a slight cold, but I'm fine, I promise. Let's get on with the ceremony, Your Highness..."

"If you feel ill, tell me immediately."

"Relax, my lord, I will not disturb your celebration..."

"Nothing is more important to me than your health. Do not hide it from me." He turned his attention to the servant. "Mix, if my consort's stubbornness is keeping things from me, it is your duty to tell me."

The little boy nodded several times in fear. He would never go against the Emperor.

The next to appear were the Empress's parents. It was the first time the Consort had seen them, and it was impossible not to tremble at the contemptuous glances they sent his way. He expected no courtesy from them; after all, he was Pick's lover.

"Dear son-in-law, happy birthday. We hope you remain healthy so you can continue caring for our daughter." The mother approached, handing over her gift. "Is this person at your side the one Lucia told us about?"

The Emperor nodded as he examined the gift he had received; Pick was unaware that if his in-laws could, they would kill Rome with the way they looked at him. Their eyes were almost silently insulting him.

"I have to admit I'm surprised." This time it was his father-in-law who dared to speak. "Not even the most important and beautiful concubines like Betty were shameless enough to sit next to the Emperor at palace celebrations." The servant shrank in his seat. "You have a lot of nerve."

"I asked him to," the Alpha interrupted, containing his anger. "Rome's presence is the only thing that alleviates the bad feeling of having unwanted guests."

"But normally, only the official family remains seated next to the throne..."

"Yes, that's why we'll be married soon." Pick smiled at Rome, taking his hand. "Darling, at our wedding, I'll make sure there aren't so many cockroaches damaging the cake."

"Pick..." His mother scolded him for the lack of respect.

"I'm not referring to my in-laws, of course. You're not even invited, or... do you want to come?"

Lucia's parents scrunched up their faces at the same time and shook their heads. They were very clear that their presence would not be welcome at the circus that would be held at this wedding.

In the past, both were important ministers who managed lands for the former Emperor, which was why Pick respected them. However, times had changed. The Alpha now ruled all the kingdom's lands with his bloody sword. It wasn't false that the prosperity of the empire had brought peace to all. Without wars, even corruption had diminished.

That was why they endured his bloodlust. A couple of deaths were worth it if it meant wealth. And it was until Rome showed up and everything calmed down.

The Omega was untouchable.

"We have to toast before continuing with the gifts!" The Empress interrupted the conversation, no longer able to bear the mistreatment of her parents. "Today I want to toast with this wine as precious as my husband..." Everyone raised their glasses. "To the greatest Alpha of the nation, I wish the greatest happiness and prosperity of the century. I hope we remain as united as we are at this moment and that Ryan can grow up filled with the unity of his parents. Cheers!"

Her words sounded as empty as they were practiced. It was so obvious that her own husband didn't even crack a smile; he just drank in silence. Lucia, who had expected an affectionate caress like with Rome, became enraged again. This wouldn't stay that way.

"Now..." she spoke again, drawing attention, "I yield my words to my husband's consort. I know he is unskilled in public speaking and ignorant, but I'm sure he must have something good to say."

Rome stopped breathing. His body screamed at him to flee from that humiliation; he didn't know what to say because it wasn't untrue that his manners were insufficient. He shrank back in his chair for a second, but Mix's pinch prompted him to speak.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Emma, ​​who glared sulkily at the servant as he refilled the Consort's and the people around him's glasses. The younger servant saw her disgusted face and hid behind his master, trembling. He hoped the girl wouldn't hurt him.

"Uh... thank you all for coming..." Lucia snorted at Rome's shaky voice. "Thank you, my lady, for giving me the opportunity to express myself." Still, his ego screamed at him to stop the disrespect. "To Emperor Pick, the nation's most important Alpha, I want to wish you a very happy birthday in front of everyone. Thank you for making me feel adored day and night. Just like you tell me twenty-four hours a day, I love you very much, dear... Cheers!"

The Omega finished the prayer by downing the entire contents of his glass. There wasn't a single soul who didn't snort in astonishment at his sincerity, but everyone shared his toast. Amidst the situation, Pick couldn't stop grinning foolishly. He never expected to receive an "I love you" from Rome, but he was so happy it was impossible to hide it.

Lucia surrendered to the humiliation.

She would have to get rid of the Omega later.

***

After the gift-giving was over, the people dispersed to enjoy the party. Some danced, others ate, and the most manipulative sought to gain the trust of Rome; the Emperor's new favorite.

The same ministers who had once looked down on him and treated him poorly would approach him to greet him with false enthusiasm. The men's impudence was so exaggerated that the Queen Mother herself couldn't stop mocking them with every interaction.

“Consort Rome, although there are some detractors, most of the officials are very happy with your presence…” One of the older Alphas grabbed his hands, making him uneasy. “It’s no secret that the nation has progressed since you appeared! The Emperor’s work has become very diligent, and the bloodbaths have decreased.”

“That’s a coincidence…” Rome replied, shaking his head as he politely stepped aside. “Your Majesty has always worked diligently…”

“Consort Rome…” Olga, who had been watching the interaction with a laugh, approached. “Even when you were serving them wine and food, you weren’t so busy. Do you enjoy all the attention?”

“My lady, please call me by my name. I don’t feel comfortable if you treat me differently…”

“My lady? It’s about time you called me mother-in-law, dear…” Several people joined in the laughter, unnerving the Omega. “After all, we’re practically family now.”

Rome took a step back; the widespread stares made him want to throw up and run. He hated being the center of every conversation.

And to make matters worse, he still felt the Empress's murderous rage on his back.

But he didn't have time to worry; another round of questions quickly arrived along with the Emperor's presence. The Alpha was pleased to see him mingling with other nobles. He silently congratulated him, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

"Your Highness, does your Consort participate in your decision-making?" One of the detractors approached them; he looked slightly drunk, so Pick refrained from cutting his head off.

"You can ask him yourself if you have any doubts." The man didn't even spare Rome a glance; it was obvious he was purposefully ignoring him. "My dear was my assistant in the past, that's true. However, at the moment he's busy with family duties. He has no interest in politics or my imperial decisions."

"And why haven't you had children? Rumor has it he visits your chambers every night. Even the noises you make disrupt people's sleep. Shouldn't there already be a child or two running around the palace?"

Rome blushed at this information. The thought of his fertility being questioned so directly at a public event had never crossed his mind. Luckily, Pick grabbed his hand in a supportive gesture.

"Rome is taking care not to get pregnant. We're going to get married first, and then have children. Do you want him to commit a sin? Aren't you ashamed to suggest that with the priest here?"

"And the empress?" The insistence was infuriating Pick. "Will she get pregnant again? Rumor has it…"

"Prince Ryan's pregnancy was risky for her health. Unless you want to kill her, I have no plans to impregnate her so soon. My son isn't even two years old. Why do you seem so impatient?"

"You're right, Your Highness. Forgive my indiscretion. Drinking is bad for me…" The old man laughed. "Rome is a healthy Omega. I hope you two get married soon. In fact, you should do it today since the priest is here! Or does he not want to?"

All the blood drained from Rome's face. If the emperor wanted them to marry, he would have no choice. He turned to Pick, afraid that he would accept the minister's proposal, but what he saw was fury.

"Why do you keep pressuring me? Do you think you're capable of giving me an order? Guards!" Several soldiers restrained the man. "Take this insolent man to the dungeon. A week locked up will surely lower the alcohol in his blood."

Screams could be heard throughout the room. No one prevented the minister from being taken away for crossing the line of trust with the Emperor. The punishments and fear the Emperor instilled before Rome returned to the minds of those present. They could almost smell the blood.

"Does anyone have any other questions?" No one even looked up. "Perfect. My Consort and I will continue enjoying the party."

The Omega walked away from the ministers with Pick. He didn't know what to do or say other than to follow him. Mix came to his side, sensing that he needed a glass of wine; Rome gladly accepted it and drank it in two gulps.

"Bring me another," he ordered the servant. "Quickly..."

Mix hurried to find a whole bottle. There were several on the center table, so he quickly grabbed the container and ran to his master, so fast he couldn't avoid tripping over Emma's malicious foot.

The blow echoed throughout the room. The boy lay amidst sharp objects and expensive wine. His face turned pale with fear of being punished. Porsche approached him with a serious expression, so he instinctively closed his eyes to absorb the pain of a blow.

A blow that never came. The general lifted him from the floor and asked other servants to clean up the mess. Rome also approached to save his charge, while Emma followed his example, enraged.

"Why are you lifting him up? Let him go!" she yelled at Porsche. "Can't you see he's dirty! Take your hands off him!"

"Emma, ​​stop." The general's gruff voice chilled the girl's blood. "Clean up the mess. I saw you."

She didn't need any more words. She lowered her face in shame and began to gather the wine with the other servants. Her partner's face frightened her so much that she preferred not to push her luck. Porsche was capable of beating her as punishment for harming Mix. Even if Rome found out the truth, he could demand a whipping, and no one would stop him.

"Are you okay?" Rome grabbed his servant. "Did you cut yourself or hurt yourself?"

"I'm fine, my lord. Don't worry. Forgive me for falling and wasting such expensive wine…"

"I prefer to see the wine spilled, not your blood." The Omega held the boy's hand firmly. "Thank you, General, I owe you…"

The Consort quickly led the servant away. He didn't like the boy around powerful men like Porsche. Inside, he lived a constant fear that someone might take advantage and harm him. Mix was still very innocent.

"I don't want you to be alone with the general," he whispered in his ear. "With no one. Remember, the palace is a dangerous place where you can be betrayed at any moment."

"But I haven't fought with anyone…"

"You're my little boy, that's enough for you to have several enemies. Promise me you'll listen to my advice."

"I promise, Your Highness. Calm down…"

Rome felt anxious. His head ached and his body trembled from the stress. He wanted so badly to go to the room and lie down with the Emperor. Only the Alpha's pheromones could calm the uneasy feeling of uncertainty about everything happening around him.

He thought he would find Pick on the throne, however, the only one there was Lucia, who wasn't enjoying the evening either.

"Are you looking for my husband?" she asked with a smile. "If I were the lover, like you, I would be very nervous right now..."

"Excuse me? I don't understand, my lady..."

"Enjoy your position for as long as it lasts. I didn't think I would tell you this, but right now, Pick is capable of anything."

"My lady? I don't understand your words..."

Lucia laughed as she sipped from her glass and toasted the air. Only it wasn't at nothing, but at the sight of the Emperor speaking with a young man. Rome froze in place, watching the interaction.

"Have you met Tay yet?" The Empress elegantly sipped again. "My husband's first love."

A bucket of cold water fell on the boy.

It was the worst party of his life.

Chapter Text

It wasn't the first time he'd seen him.

When Rome had just arrived at the palace, Tay's presence was often seen next to the Emperor. Although the Omega only watched them from a distance due to his position as a servant, it was quite noticeable that there was something between them.

During hunts and social events, they were practically glued to each other. Rome often collected the animals killed in his archery competitions. They were inseparable.

While he was just a slave living among corpses.

"Tay was the first, both in and out of bed..." Lucia continued with a smile. "They even had plans to get married until my father and the former Emperor agreed to our marriage." The woman's voice sounded more unbearable than ever as she celebrated that victory. "I thought I had won, but apparently I was wrong."

Rome remained silent, his gaze lost in the two men. It was undeniable that there was a certain chemistry and camaraderie between them that, for obvious reasons, he didn't share with the Emperor. No education, no status, no money, or beauty. He was nothing.

"Tay hasn't been to the parties for a while. Could it be that my husband is going to raise his level of adultery another notch? Now that you're the consort, the lover's place is free. Isn't that funny?"

The Omega felt fury course through every inch of his body. The smile on the Empress's face was not only mocking, but also one of enjoyment at his agony.

"You're not even married yet, and Pick's already putting someone else in your bed... How pathetic!" Lucia's laughter was so loud that some people turned around and, to gain her favor, shared it. Everyone ignored that the gesture was a direct insult to Rome.

Something inside him stirred, almost blinding him. He left the woman behind and headed to where the Alpha was still having a good time. He would reclaim what was his.

Mix stopped him just in time.

"No, Your Highness. Don't make a scene." The younger man pulled him to the other side. "You must behave accordingly..."

"How am I going to behave? Can't you see that my..." He interrupted his words. He was about to call the emperor his partner. His heart pounded uncomfortably. This wasn't right. He couldn't mistake his feelings if he was going to leave in the future.

"I understand, Your Highness." Mix saw his teary eyes and tried to comfort him. "Lord Tay is just a friend, look." He pointed out that, despite their laughter, there was a certain distance between them. "All they do is talk. Don't let the Empress manipulate you."

He shifted his gaze to the Alpha, and indeed, his servant was right. Even so, he was still annoyed to see the man eclipsing Pick's entire attention. He felt confused by the inner turmoil that was stirring all his self-control.

"I need a glass of wine," he said to the boy. "Please bring it, I'll sit here."

As the Omega left, Rome took several deep breaths. He needed to calm down or he might end up crying from helplessness. He always hates celebrations, and with everything he was going through, that feeling only increased with each passing minute.

And things were about to get worse.

In the distance, he saw the priest coming toward him and bowing. Rome felt uncomfortable with the show of respect, but he didn't say anything. He was already determined not to contradict anyone who wanted to debase themselves in his presence; after all, he was Pick's official partner.

"Your Highness Rome, I wanted to apologize." The old man remained bowed. "The last time we met, I was unaware of your status as Consort. I beg your forgiveness..."

"No, Father, you have nothing to worry about." However, his gentle nature sometimes got the better of him. "I am nothing more than a servant..."

"Your Highness, don't be so humble. You will soon marry the Emperor. Everyone in this room knows it. Don't be shy."

Rome remained silent. He picked up the drink Mix offered him and drank more than half of it in one gulp. The priest, seeing that he wasn't going to answer, continued speaking.

"I wanted to ask you, Your Highness, do you have any wishes for the wedding?"

"Wish? What do you mean?"

"Yes, do you want it to be large or small, elegant or simple? Empress Lucia wanted a lavish ceremony that lasted several days. Do you want the same?"

"No!" Rome cried out in anguish. "I don't want anything!" The father was surprised and gave him a dirty look that made him feel embarrassed. "I mean... I want something simple. Few people. It doesn't have to be in a big room. I'd like it to be in the garden, next to the flowers..."

"Excellent. I'll keep that in mind, but I want to give you some advice, being the old man I am." The man leaned close enough for his words to be a secret. "I have many years of experience and have seen all kinds of people take the throne. Don't take your position for granted. Many want to overthrow you. Be strong and don't show weakness, even if you're dying of pain. The Emperor is someone admired and desired equally."

Just at that moment, the music changed. Tay was standing next to the band, so Rome assumed he was the one who gave them the order, and judging by the Emperor's face, it was more than obvious he was pleased with the new rhythm.

The people celebrated the new tune, ignoring Rome's fists clenching at the sight of his future husband with another man. Seeing everyone dancing while he felt desperate for the Alpha infuriated him. His muscles tensed, his head throbbed repeatedly, so much so that his vision blurred.

"You shouldn't get too confident, Your Highness..."

"Thank you, Father. I'll keep that in mind." Without looking back, he walked away from the priest. He didn't want to continue exchanging words with that old man. The glass in his hand emptied as quickly as his patience.

He needed to leave.

He felt like he was suffocating under so many smells. Parties were always used as a time for matchmaking, so it was normal to smell pheromones all over the place. Normally, he ignored them, but with the rage he was experiencing, the task seemed impossible.

He hated having to practically walk around the entire hall to get away from the festivities. Rome wanted to take Pick's hand and go to his room. He hated himself for wanting a man who ignored him and had a good time with his ex. He was irritated.

Suddenly, he smelled it.

A scent he easily recognized entered his nostrils, terrifying him. He grabbed Mix's hand and ran to get away from the stimuli, but crashed head-on into it.

The Emperor of Ragus.

"Rome, where are you running to in such a hurry?" the Alpha asked with a flirtatious smile, looking him up and down. "I have to admit, you look incredibly delicious today; the red makes you look like a very sweet chocolate..."

"Mr. Ming..." he replied, trembling.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to do anything to you." He looked at Mix. "Who's your friend?"

Rome stood protectively in front of the boy.

"He's no one. Don't look at him, don't smell him." His voice sounded louder and ruder than he'd intended, surprising Ming.

"Well, now that you're the consort, you've become bold." The old man sniffed to mock his clumsy prohibition. "Though, to be honest, he doesn't smell as good as you do. You still interest me, dear."

"I'm with Emperor Pick."

"For how long?" Ming looked at the aforementioned. "From what I see, he's having fun with Tay. If he weren't an Alpha, he'd surely have Lucia's position. Did you know that was the only reason the previous emperor ended their relationship? Although now that Pick has a son, I don't see why they can't be together. They make a lovely couple, don't you think?"

"Excuse me, I'll go..." he whispered, resisting the urge to hit the older man.

"Are you already thinking about what you're going to do when Pick gets bored of you and discards you?" The Emperor of Ragus moved dangerously close to his face. "I highly doubt the Empress will allow you to stay here. And if I'm honest, that would suit me perfectly. I'll ask her to send you to my palace. You know I love the way you smell..."

Rome pushed him away and held back the urge to cry.

"No... I don't wish to go with you..."

"You'd make me very happy if you came to the palace with me..."

"I'd rather kill myself than go with a disgusting old man like you," he said, unable to contain his rage. "And I'm not interested in continuing this conversation. Goodbye."

He roughly pulled Mix by the hand again and led him away. He felt agitated and tired. He couldn't believe Ming had approached him and his Alpha never appeared to defend him. He grabbed a glass from one of the waiters and downed it quickly.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't drink alcohol so quickly..."

"Mix, right now, let me get drunk, or else I'm going to kill at least five people at this stupid party." Anger was gradually rising in his face. He felt so hot that his cheeks burned. Every step he took in the hall felt heavier than the last.

"Your Highness, you don't look so well," Mix murmured, holding him after he tripped. "I think..."

"Don't you dare call him," he scolded his servant when he saw him turn his head to look for the emperor.

"But he said..."

"You say anything to him and I'll cut out your tongue." The older man gripped the younger man's chin harshly. "Do as I say or I don't respond."

"Nothing good ever sticks." They both froze. Pick watched them with a smile.

"Are you going to be so stubborn as to pretend to be well until you faint?" he commented, placing his hand on Rome's lower back. "You've worked hard, let's go and lie down."

"But the celebration..."

"I told you there's nothing more important to me than your health."

The consort lowered his gaze as he said goodbye to his personal assistant. Despite still being annoyed, Pick's closeness calmed his aching heart. He allowed himself to be led to the outer part of the hall, intending to go to the bedroom and snuggle with his Alpha, however, they were intercepted by Lucia.

"Wait!"

"What do you want?" The Emperor didn't hide the annoyance her presence caused him. Her husband's annoyed look infuriated her.

"I want another child." Rome's eyes widened as he squeezed the eldest's hand. "You heard the people, I want another. As soon as two years have passed and my body is healthy, we'll give Ryan a sibling."

"Fine, we'll deal with that later," was his only reply, and he turned away.

Rome walked forward with the Alpha, feeling completely unsure of himself. Everyone's words seemed to have a negative effect on his own self-esteem. Would the Emperor see him as lesser now that Tay had appeared? Would the elder regret it and take his place as consort?

What if Ming really claimed him as his own? In his mind, there wasn't the slightest possibility of leaving with that man. Just as he'd told him, he'd rather die than leave for the Kingdom of Ragus. They remained silent the entire way until they entered his personal space, then the elder turned to look at him.

"My dear, you're trembling. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so ill?" The servant looked the man in the eyes and hugged him, holding back the urge to cry. "Are you cold? What hurts?"

"My lord... will you really give the Empress another child?"

"You know I can't refuse, Rome." Pick squeezed the other man's body in an attempt to comfort him. "Lucia is my wife, after all. I have duties and responsibilities to her."

"I know... but I still get jealous..." Pick was surprised by the sincerity. "Just thinking about you touching her makes me jealous..."

"I'll think about you all the time, I promise..." He whispered, rubbing his back. "Believe me, if it weren't for her status, I'd never see her."

"And Tay?" The older man's body tensed. "Do you want to touch him? I knew you two were together..."

"Tay is a good friend." With his hands, he cupped the other man's face and drew him into a deep kiss filled with thousands of sensations. "I'd never have anything to do with him, I just want to touch you... My dear Rome."

The aforementioned man let out a light laugh and reciprocated the kiss with eagerness. Their tongues met in the heat of their breaths, leading them both to demonstrate how good they felt. Pick thought about throwing him against the bed, but to his surprise, Rome began to grind against his body.

The boy's saliva tasted of alcohol, so the older man thought he was probably drunk as well as sick. How could he not notice Rome was overdoing it?

Still, he wanted to play it cool.

"Will you tell me you love me again?" He pushed his luck. "For my birthday..."

"I love you, Alpha..." The older man laughed until a sudden gasp escaped his throat before he could stop it.

Rome held his member firmly; he hadn't even noticed when the boy slipped his hand inside his pants. He'd definitely have to give him more drinks in the future.

"Darling... what are you doing?" he asked, moaning at his consort's brazen movements.

"Alpha..." Rome whispered, pulling down his own pants to gather their privates. "I want you so much, my Alpha..."

The back of his mind screamed at him not to take advantage of the Omega and his vulnerable state; instead, his animal instinct rejoiced at the sight of him ready to make them both have a good night. Rome's fever turned his hands so hot that it was hard not to want to continue feeling it.

The entire room was slowly filling with his pheromones, making the atmosphere spicy and seductive, just the way they liked it. Suddenly, Rome pushed him forcefully onto the bed.

Pick was surprised, but he didn't stop him; he liked it when the boy dominated him. Rome's scent entered his nostrils, intoxicating and exciting him equally from the depths of his gut. The servant's tongue slid down his chest, inflaming him to the point of exploding.

That action was what set off an alarm in his mind.

"Wait!" He stopped him abruptly and brought him into view; he needed to check something.

Just as he expected, Rome's cheeks were red and hot; his breathing was rapid and shallow, but the most striking thing of all were his eyes. Bright, dilated pupils amid a yellow color.

Rome was in heat.

***

Mix knocked on the door before entering.

He took a step inside like every morning and froze in the doorway. The room smelled so much of sex it suffocated him. Rome's pheromones were everywhere, making him uncomfortable.

Beside the boy, the Emperor looked at him with a smile. The older man was dressed and ready to go; as far as the servant could see, he had prepared himself.

"Good morning, Your Highness," he commented, bowing, unsure of the protocol for dealing with the man. "Do you need help with your hairstyle?"

"No. I'll wear my hair down today; you can open the windows. Is it smelly?"

Mix didn't reply. He felt embarrassed by the fact that he had to admit that he knew the nature of what had happened between them the night before. His cheeks turned red as he ran to the windows to let in the breeze. Pick mocked his childish reaction.

"He's going to sleep for a long time, but when he wakes up, he'll be ravenously hungry," he murmured, kissing the sleeping Omega's forehead. "Bring him plenty of food and call me immediately, okay?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." He bowed again. "Is Your Highness Rome still sick?" His face looks red with fever...

"Not fever, but heat." The alpha laughed at the boy's confusion. "When you're older, you'll understand. For now, clean it up a bit. You know, just the outside, don't touch the inside. Be as light as a feather so you don't wake him."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

"And Mix..." The servant looked at him closely. "If anything strange happens, call me immediately. Your duty as Rome's personal servant is to look after him. Even if he orders you not to tell me, you must. Anything out of the ordinary is dangerous, and his Alpha must know, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I'll inform you of everything. Don't worry."

"I knew I could count on you. Thank you for your services. I'll see to it that your mother is sent a gift for such excellent performance."

The younger boy remained with his head bowed until the man left. Knowing that his mother would receive provisions made him very happy. He was only doing his job, and yet he was being rewarded. That was a blessing. Following the instructions, he uncovered his Master's upper body and blushed at the numerous marks. He still couldn't get used to seeing the traces of Rome's passionate nights with the Emperor. While cleaning his arms, he took the opportunity to place a damp handkerchief on his forehead.

If being in heat caused a fever like that, he didn't want to be in heat.

After finishing the first area, he moved to the lower part where he also carefully uncovered it. He didn't remove the sheet from the intimate area; he was embarrassed that the Omega's most vulnerable part wasn't covered. He still couldn't get used to the task. He moistened the cloth in the bowl of water and gently wiped his legs, startled when he suddenly heard a scream.

"What do you think you're doing?" His body froze at the girl's outcry. "Guards! Catch him!"

Several soldiers rushed in and pulled him away from Rome's sleeping body. One of them slid the sheet back over the sleeping Consort. No one dared look at him; they might lose their necks.

"Emma? What did I do? I don't understand." Mix felt his eyes water from the terror of being held so violently.

"Are you groping the Consort!"

"No! It's not like that! I'm cleaning him! The Emperor gave me the order!"

"Do you think I'm going to believe you? I saw it with my own eyes. You slid your filthy hands down his legs! You even went up and touched him more!" The younger man was stunned by the accusation. "Take him to the dungeon!"

"No! No! Your Highness Rome! Your Highness! Wake up!" His screams were so loud that they managed to disturb the consort's deep sleep.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up slowly. "Why are you screaming?"

"This pervert was groping you while you were sleeping, Rome." Emma came to his side and adjusted the sheet, which slipped with his movement. "I came in and just saw him pervertedly caressing your legs."

"I was just cleaning you! I swear! Your Highness! I swear on my mother!" Tears streamed uncontrollably down the boy's face. "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"Good Lord..." The Omega felt his head about to explode. "Let him go. It's true, Pick told him to clean me up."

"But Roro, I saw him..."

"He's my personal assistant, Emma. It's his duty to assist me even if I'm sleeping." Rome didn't even look at the girl. "I'm not going to repeat it. Let him go and leave, or I won't be held accountable for my actions."

As quickly as they entered, everyone left the room, leaving them alone. Mix remained on the floor, crying inconsolably. He thought he would really die at the hands of the soldiers or that he would live in the dungeon from then on.

"Calm down..." Rome whispered, feeling heavy again. "They've already left..."

"Your Highness, thank you. Thank you! I didn't know you were awake when the Emperor left this morning..."

"I wasn't," he said, rubbing his temples. "But this isn't the first time Pick has asked you to do this." The boy opened his eyes, surprised by Rome's trust in him. "However, that shouldn't matter to you, Mix. It seems you have an enemy in the palace. Emma seems to hate you..."

"Your Highness...she...she..." The servant hesitated, but told him about their conversation that time when the Omega had spoken ill of him.

"She's jealous of you, you must take care of yourself. Don't accept any food or drinks from her." The older man put his hand to his head, unable to bear the heaviness. "I feel like I've been run over by a carriage. How much did I do last night?" His body lurched to one side; luckily, Mix managed to hold him. "I'm very sleepy..."

"Sleep, Your Highness. The Emperor said you would be very tired..."

It didn't take him a minute to fall back asleep. The energy he'd used the night before still hadn't returned to his body. At least he was able to save his new faithful friend.

***

Despite not wanting to wake up, the growling in his stomach told him it was time to open his eyes. The Omega shifted to the side, feeling something wet drip from his forehead. He still felt exhausted, but at the same time, he wanted to wake up to find something to eat.

"Your Highness, have you woken up?" He blinked several times until he could focus on the boy.

From the light coming through the window, he sensed it was almost nightfall; this time, he had slept considerably. His mind was cloudy, probably from the fever. He hated getting sick.

"Your Highness Rome, please eat some..." Without giving him time to refuse, the servant shoveled a spoonful of soup into his mouth. It tasted heavenly; he was starving.

"I'm starving, give me that," he said, taking the bowl from him. "Is there any rice? I want to chew on something..."

The little boy nodded, passing him a tray of rice and meat. The eldest devoured the dishes without regard for manners; his body desperately craved food. He felt ravenously hungry.

When he finished eating, he turned to Mix and was surprised to see his eyes still watering. He felt bad for not having paid attention to him until that moment.

"It's been so many hours, darling. Stop crying about it..."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." A tear fell down his cheek. "It's just that I'm so grateful to you. I was so scared. I thought I'd never see my mother again..."

"I won't let anyone hurt you." Rome stroked his hair like a child. "Don't be afraid. As long as you're by my side and with His Majesty Pick, you'll be safe."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness Rome." The boy unexpectedly hugged him. He liked the gesture, but he couldn't help but notice the coldness of his body.

"Mix, you're freezing. Are you feeling okay?"

"More like... you're the one who's hot," he retorted, his cheeks flushed red, to which the older man looked at him in confusion. "Because of the fever and..."

"Am I still sick? No wonder I feel strange..."

The younger man looked him in the eyes, analyzing whether he was serious or playing a joke. However, it genuinely seemed that Rome wasn't aware of the truth of his condition.

"Uh... Your Highness... you're releasing a lot of pheromones..." he commented, turning even redder. "Is... is that moment..."

"That moment?"

"Your Highness! Don't make me say it!" The servant covered his face in embarrassment. "Why are you playing with me? Are you getting revenge for my comments earlier?"

"Mix, are you crazy? I don't understand you..."

"How is it possible that you're not aware that you're in heat? The room smells like peach fudge!"

Only then did Rome understand. He remained silent, staring at himself. The heat of his body, along with the heaviness and sensitivity. Blurry memories of the previous night crossed his mind. He felt embarrassed by the way he threw the Alpha down on the bed and licked him.

"Shit," he exclaimed, feeling the heat rise through his body, turning him on. "I hate this. I'd forgotten because it's been over a year since I had him."

"Over a year? But that's impossible..."

"It isn't. When you're older, you'll learn to suppress it. You can't get pregnant if you want to work." Rome roughly threw back the sheets. "I need to go out. I have to find some herbs to make it stop."

"But if you didn't have it that long and you stop it, isn't it dangerous?"

"I can't lose my mind, Mix. During this time, we become susceptible to everything; most of us get pregnant and make mistakes." The servant tried to stop him, but the older man kept dressing. "Last year I was with the Emperor; if Emma hadn't helped me, I would surely have gotten pregnant. Come on, we have to hurry."

The little boy was scared. He knew that Omegas often curbed their heat, but he also knew it was very harmful. He looked at his Master; he still had a fever and was frequently rubbing his stomach.

"Your Highness, don't rush, you just ate." Rome fell to his knees and writhed against the boy's body. "What's wrong? What hurts?"

"It's this damn heat. Pass me the Emperor's clothes." Mix rushed over and threw it at him. "I need that stupid Alpha..."

"I'm going to get him!" The elder stopped him and shook his head. "What?"

"Don't bring him. Get the herbs, Mix." The consort curled up against the bed and covered himself with the Alpha's clothes. "In the garden, I'll explain where..."

He listened silently to the instructions and nodded. With each passing minute, Rome grew worse, rubbing himself against the bed and sobbing with need. Mix knew what he had to do. He left the room and went to the opposite side of the garden.

He would go for Pick.

He entered the office without even asking permission, causing the Alpha to draw his sword and scare him. The younger boy sucked in his breath when he felt the blade against his neck. When he was no longer in danger, he told him everything.

The smile on the elder's face told him he had made the right decision. His duty was to protect Rome, just as Pick had ordered. His Master had been very good to him, so it was only natural that he would do anything to protect him.

"Pretend to come in so he doesn't suspect you..." Pick whispered from outside the room, handing him a tray of various herbs. "I congratulate you, you've done an excellent job. You will be rewarded."

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty. I am happy to help you. Please take good care of Your Highness Rome."

"Believe me, I will." The elder laughed softly. "Perhaps I'll impregnate him again during this heat..."

Although it was a whisper to himself, Mix could hear it. He felt confused; Rome had told him he was never pregnant. Perhaps he was mistaken?

The servant took a step into the room where Rome was trembling as he clutched Pick's clothes. Seeing his personal assistant, he jumped on him to quickly prepare the medicine, but was stopped by a wave of pheromones.

Both Omegas fell to the ground, paralyzed. While Mix trembled in fear, feeling that for the first time, Rome growled, eager to feel even more pheromones.

"Stand back," he ordered the younger of the three. "Now!"

The servant trembled as best he could to the door and left. His body felt strange and heavy. He could barely move. Several soldiers watched him, some even laughing at his reaction. It was no secret that the boy was very young.

"What are you doing there?" Porsche crossed his field of vision. "You look like jelly. What's wrong?"

"I...I...General...I'm waiting for my Master to free himself. The Emperor just entered, and perhaps they'll summon me..."

The older man sniffed the air and sneered. He understood the boy's condition and placed a hand on his waist to help him. The other man's body tensed, making him laugh even more.

"They're not going to leave for now. Rome's heat will last a couple of days; you can come back tomorrow to help him. For now, it's best if you stay away from his pheromones."

"General, I feel strange..."

Mix could feel something warm sliding down his legs, scaring him. Porsche, being such an experienced Alpha, could easily sense the boy's arousal. However, he was a minor; teaching him would be very boring. It wasn't his time.

"Listen to me," he said when they walked away from the soldiers. "The Emperor's pheromones have made you a little wet." Mix blushed. "It's okay, it's only natural. Clean up and come to the kitchen. It's almost time for dinner. See you there!"

The servant felt like he would die of embarrassment. It was the first time this had happened to him, and the fact that the general had noticed made it worse. He didn't want to go to the meeting, but he also didn't want to break the invitation and be disrespectful.

As soon as he entered, he saw the man sitting at a table. He was alone, so he walked toward him. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Emma's presence until a shove sent him flying.

"Excuse me, did I hit you? I just wanted to be near my partner."

"No...no, I'm sorry..." he muttered, frightened, from the floor. Rome's advice to stay away from her was still fresh in his mind.

"Don't be rude to him, he's just a child." Suddenly, Porsche lifted him off the floor. Mix didn't refuse the help, nor did he resist being brought to the same table as the man and Emma.

Luckily, she didn't serve the food, otherwise, he wouldn't have eaten a single bite. The general looked for topics of conversation, and to his surprise, Emma did too. Mix learned several secrets of the palace and laughed at the man's jokes. He stopped being afraid of them.

In the atmosphere of trust they enjoyed, his common sense diminished, so he dared to ask about the thing that intrigued him so much.

"Has Master Rome been pregnant before?" Porsche stopped his spoon mid-flight and looked at him seriously.

"Why do you ask that?"

"I asked him once and he said no, but I heard the Emperor saying that he would impregnate him again during his heat..." With each word, the general's face grew more annoyed.

"You misunderstood. Pick meant that the Empress became pregnant during her heat, not Rome. Don't spread rumors like that, or you could get into trouble."

"No, sir. I didn't mean to spread anything, I just had that doubt…"

"If Rome had already told you no, why do you keep asking?" The elder's hoarse voice made Mix feel like he was going to cry again. "Behave yourself and never bring up that subject again. The consort will hate you if he finds out."

The servant covered his face and began to cry; he didn't want to make mistakes; he was afraid of the consequences. He felt foolish for having that slip. Rome always told him to watch his tongue. What was the problem with listening?

Underneath the fear and sadness, Mix completely ignored Emma's pleased face.

A new plan was running through her mind.

Chapter Text

A scorching heat enveloped him uncontrollably.

Rome could feel the weight of his own body resting on his knees, rendering him unable to move. The tiny Omega trembled from the wave of pheromones that surrounded him without regard. The influence they had on every cell of his being was so great that it tightened his chest to be overridden by a power external to his desire.

The throbbing inside him made even a simple act like breathing hurt. He shifted his gaze to the tray of herbs. If only Mix had been quicker, he could have avoided falling into the Alpha's clutches.

Everything he needed for self-control was close at hand, yet he knew he couldn't even touch them. He bit his lip in worry as he felt the Emperor's gaze shining on him. He tried to breathe deeply to calm himself, but it only made the fire inside him worse due to the man's scent.

He squeezed his legs together in a foolish attempt to hide his arousal; far from helping, the action caused a wet sound that sent heat shooting up his face. The shame of not being able to hide the level of desire coupled with his animal instinct was driving him crazy. In the back of his mind, a voice screamed at him to throw himself to the floor and spread his legs for his Alpha. His Omega wanted to submit against his own will.

"What do you think you're doing?" The Emperor's voice was thick and sensual, causing his breath to catch. "Or rather, what did you want to do?"

The sound of the door closing let Rome know they were alone. The Emperor's presence approached his, kneeling before him with a low laugh. The Omega met his gaze with the other, and inside his pelvis ached. And more than hating it, he liked the feeling. It was an ache of longing that he knew only Pick could fill.

"Alpha..." He whispered, leaning shyly into the other's chest, still trembling. "Alpha... I want to feel you... Alpha... My Alpha..."

"The problem is that you did something wrong, Rome," the older man replied, caressing his back, sending a thousand satisfying shivers down his spine. "How should I punish you?"

Rome remained silent, fear crossing his mind, and rather than speak, he chose to release a lot of pheromones while rubbing himself against Pick. A subtle response of surrender and submission.

A laugh escaped the older man's lips; Pick stretched out one of his hands until his fingers touched Rome's dark hair, where he first caressed and then roughly pulled, drawing a painful gasp from him.

The Omega's neck was exposed and vulnerable to the warm, wet tongue that slid over his skin. A pleasurable moan was heard throughout the room. Unable to control himself, Rome pushed himself against the stimulus; he wanted to feel more.

"Alpha... Have mercy..." he begged, his eyes closed. "Let's go to bed..."

"No. You don't deserve this." The boy blinked in confusion. "You wanted to stop this. I should have let you writhe in despair..."

"No, Your Highness. Don't do that to me..." Small tears trickled down his cheeks; desperation and inner pain were beginning to cloud his vision. He broke free from the other man's grip and grabbed the Alpha's face; the contrast of his warm hands against Pick's cool skin tickled him. Again, he wanted more. "Please... Your Highness..."

"I could stop here and go. What do you think?"

"You can't do it, I won't let you..." Pick was surprised.

The state of dominance Rome entered when he was aroused was definitely his favorite phase. He loved the boy.

"I can't? And who do you think you are to stop me?"

"I'm your Omega," the servant shamelessly licked the Alpha's lips, transferring his pheromones to him. "I'm your Consort, your mate, your owner..."

"Does that mean you remembered?" Rome looked at him blankly, to which Pick only mocked and grabbed him by the legs, throwing him onto the bed.

The Omega's body fell onto the sheets and he felt the warmth he so craved. The Emperor's lips began a sloppy, hot journey over every inch of his body, drawing uncontrolled moans from him. Rome felt like he would explode at the passion covering his skin. He needed more.

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded after the Alpha's long preamble. "Come in..."

"My Omega didn't order me to," he replied mockingly as he stole another kiss. "My owner didn't tell me to penetrate him, so I'm waiting."

"You're an idiot," Pick couldn't believe the insolence, but he liked it. "Put it in me or I'll get furious. Now!"

"Why is my master so impatient?" The Emperor quickly complied with his command, shaking him at the heated intrusion. The servant's nails dug into the Alpha's back, the thrill of receiving what he'd waited for enchanting him.

The elder's touch was so pleasurable that he felt a whirlwind of satisfaction driving him crazy. His entire body burned painfully, but every time their skin touched, relief coursed through him. Their pheromones continued to be released, making the atmosphere increasingly heavy and spicy.

Just the way they liked it.

Suddenly, Rome's teeth stung. The roof of his mouth wanted to bite, and it frightened him. The memory of his previous heat paralyzed him. Again, the same feeling of wanting to mark the Alpha. He had to move away for a moment, or he wouldn't be able to contain himself.

"Wait!" he shouted, pushing him. "Wait... please..."

"What's wrong?" Pick bit his nipples. "I can't wait, this feels so good..."

"No... back off... or I'll... I'll..."

"Are you going to mark me?" Rome froze, surprised by the look the Emperor gave him. "Do you think I'm a man who can be used, marked, and then left? Who do you think you are?"

"Your Highness? No... I don't... I know I can't... I can't do that... I would never..."

"Really?" Pick pulled away without leaving him and opened his shirt. Only then did Rome realize the man had never undressed.

And besides... he was already marked.

Between Pick's shoulder and neck was the fresh wound. There was no blood, but the swelling of the flesh, revealing that this hadn't even been done twenty-four hours ago.

"How could you forget our beautiful moment last night? You make me feel sad..."

"No..." Something broke inside Rome. Images of himself thrusting into the older man came back again and again. But there were no memories in his mind of sinking his teeth into the opposite skin. When had he bitten the Emperor?

Try as he might to remember, his wave of heat clouded his mind so much that he couldn't even imagine the reason why he didn't control himself.

"Yesterday you were a little drunk," Pick unwittingly answered his inner question. "If you don't remember, does that mean everything you told me was false?"

"Your Highness... don't play with me..." The servant couldn't stop seeing the Mark. "I... what did I say?"

"You said you loved me and that you wouldn't let anyone else have me." The alpha threw himself against his chest, hugging him and enjoying the sound of his racing heart. "You marked me permanently. Now I can only smell your pheromones. I belong to you."

"No..." Rome pushed him, jumping out of bed in terror. "No... it can't be."

"Where are you going so fast, dear?" His body fell to the floor, influenced by the dominant pheromones. His insides trembled helplessly with each step the man took, releasing his scent to subdue him.

"No... don't come closer..." he sobbed in anguish.

"Don't make a mistake." The older man hugged him firmly from behind. "I'm still in charge here. There's no point in resisting, dear, you're made to obey me. You're mine."

"Please... don't do this to me..."

"I can't smell or sense anyone but you. Are you planning to abandon me?" His grip tightened. "Do you want me to go crazy because of your absence? Yesterday you said you loved me, and that's why I let you bite me. Did you lie to me, Rome? Did you play with me?"

The Omega tried to break free from the other's arms, but it was useless. Complete control of the situation was far from his, even his mind was beginning to become clouded with confusion. He couldn't escape the heat that had him reeling.

"Come on..." Pick whispered into his ear. "Let me keep making love to you..."

He rambled for a couple of seconds until the Omega inside him pushed hard, finally getting him to nod and surrender.

Fleeing or resisting was futile, at least until he was back to his senses; the softness of the bed welcomed him, causing him to forget all the bad thoughts in his head.

A struggle broke out inside him. A small part of him still wanted to escape, but the other part celebrated the Alpha's acceptance. Rome hated that last part, especially, because it made him break the last barrier that existed.

He caught the back of the Emperor's neck in his hands and pulled him violently to his mouth. The bite was already there, so why not feel the pleasure of sinking his teeth into flesh again? Pick groaned in pain, but content.

Rome biting him meant he was no longer fighting himself.

"I love you..." he moaned through the suffering. "I love you, my dear Rome..."

The servant's mouth was wet with the Alpha's blood. That action felt so good that he had no doubt he would repeat it. No matter the betrayal of his principles, he wanted pleasure.

Perhaps when his heat passed he would regret it, but for now, all that was left to do was enjoy the Alpha and his Mark.

***

Pick wasn't a good man.

He himself knew he was manipulative and possessive. Since he overthrew his father, he thought he would never have to deal with situations that were out of his control again. Everything had been under his control for so long that he grew accustomed to the tranquility.

And he grew bored of it.

That's why meeting Rome turned his life upside down.

He looked at his lover's sleeping body and smiled. Tying down a young, innocent Omega was never in his life's plans. Lucia was evil and boring, but she was his wife, after all. He'd resigned himself to his fate until he smelled the scent of peaches.

It was an ordinary scent, yet there was something deep within it that stirred his inner Alpha. The first night he shared Rome's side and made him his, he assumed it would calm his cravings, but instead, everything got worse.

The desire to possess him and bind him increased with the passing days. His smiles, his sighs, even his tears; everything about him had to be his.

He removed everyone from his path, from his friend to his partner. He isolated him so slowly that his little, innocent Omega didn't notice until it was too late. He smiled again, and the boy pressed himself against his body, half-asleep.

If he could, he'd even control his dreams. His neck throbbed painfully, so he inhaled, calming himself. There was no point in regretting the mark anymore; it was another strategy to bind Rome to his being.

His coldest and most evil gamble.

He no longer needed to impregnate him; the Omega would never leave because he would never hurt him. Now there was an invisible bond between them that only death could destroy.

He lay staring at the ceiling, unable to stop rejoicing. Memories of his birthday night continued to dance in his mind; The tension in the air, the servant's body betraying itself of its own volition. It was too funny.

Controlling Rome's mind was so easy he still couldn't believe it. The gaze lost in his neck, the doubt on his features. It was all a pleasant reminder that, thanks to vulnerability and luck, he had forced Rome to mark him.

And the best part was, he didn't remember it!

He closed his eyes, and the words of resistance flooded his mind, causing even more laughter that he had to suppress.

"Your Highness... stay away from me..." Rome's eyes shone as he stared at his neck. "I feel strange... I don't want to... I can't do this..."

"Yes, you can, my Rome," his own voice swirled through his memories. "Yes, you can, if you want. Stop resisting and follow your instincts..."

"No... it's not right... you... you..."

"I'm yours..." He roughly grabbed the back of the other man's neck and pulled him down against his skin. "Mark me, darling. Imagine I'm someone normal, someone you love... someone you promised you'd be together forever..."

"I... I..."

"I'm just like Din, I love you..." His voice was as manipulative as his pheromones, clouding his mind. "I'm the love of your life. We'll leave this palace, but you must mark me... Or is it that you don't love me?"

"I love you!" Rome pressed himself against his skin, crying from the pain of his own teeth. "I love you... I want us to escape..."

"And we will if you bite me. Stop holding back..."

A meek sigh was heard before the pain tore through him. Rome's first bite was so painful it surprised him. He squeezed the other's body in a hug, his entire insides exploding like fireworks while the scent of peaches grew so potent he could see the ripe tree in front of him.

If he had been obsessed with the idea of ​​ having Rome before, Pick felt that after the bite it was worse.

"Mmm..." His Omega's moan brought him back to his memories. He shifted his attention to the boy who was opening his eyes heavily.

"Did you wake up, baby?"

"Alpha... Why aren't you sleeping?" He whispered half-asleep before closing his eyelids again without even waiting for a reply. The Emperor placed a kiss on his forehead and covered him with the sheet. He still had a fever; another wave of heat was sure to come very soon.

The possession and desire continued to course through him. Now he could use the excuse of the mark to sustain his growing desperation. No one would judge him; the blame would fall on Rome for making him addicted to his pheromones.

"No matter what you think, you're mine," he said to the air, wanting it to reach his prey's subconscious. "There's no going back. You marked me, and now I can never let you go."

Capturing him was pleasurable.

***

Rome twisted uncomfortably in the sheets. Pick's dirty T-shirt covering his body wasn't enough to calm his craving to have him near. He hated the fever of his sensitive season and the fact that his Alpha had to leave.

"Your Highness, how long does your heat last?" Mix covered his forehead with a damp cloth. It had been four days and his Master was still experiencing hot flashes.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've gone through it without medication..."

"I'm sorry. Every time I come in here, they check me to make sure I don't bring any herbs." His assistant looked down, embarrassed. "But... wouldn't you feel better if you go through it with an Alpha? Do you want me to call His Majesty?"

"I'm fine..." He stopped the boy's attempt to escape. "Relax. Yesterday I was feeling tense about a possible pregnancy, but I'm realistic; I've been interrupting my cycle for a long time. I highly doubt I'll be able to get pregnant for now, and besides, the Emperor said he would come as soon as he resolved some important matters. I don't want to upset him."

"I'm glad you're calmer..." He was still afraid Porsche would tell Rome about his indiscretion. "Don't worry about anything other than recovering..."

"Yes. Right now my biggest concern is…" He stopped himself. He didn't know if people were aware of the sin he committed with the Emperor. "Mix… How do you see His Majesty these days?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes… Do you notice anything strange about him? What are people saying?"

"Well…" the boy rubbed his head and blushed. "Everyone's talking about how interested he is in you. The other servants say that he definitely loves you because he's taking care of you during your heat, and besides…"

"Besides what? What else are they saying?"

"Well… you know the prince's birthday is in a couple of days. He's postponed it until his Omega is fully recovered. The Empress wants to kill you… my lord…"

Rome couldn't contain his laughter. He imagined Lucia furious, and it amused him. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but take a childish glee in irritating the woman who sometimes treated him meanly.

"The truth is, I don't want to go to the party," he said, snuggling between the pillows that smelled like the Alpha. "I had a terrible time at the Emperor's birthday."

"Me neither. I was tense the whole time with so many people bothering me." The servant was sincere as he rewetted the cloth. "I'd rather stay here with you and nurse your fever."

"Aren't my pheromones overwhelming you?"

"No, the Emperor's are." Mix turned red and looked down, which seemed suspicious to Rome.

"Did you have a reaction to my... partner's pheromones?" The boy quickly raised his head, worried about being misunderstood.

"Your Highness Rome, I didn't mean to. Something like that has never happened to me before. I got really scared and didn't know how to react. I started to wet myself, and General Porsche took me away..."

"What? What did the General do to you?"

"No, no... he noticed my condition and sent me to clean myself up..."

"Mix, I don't want you to be alone with that man, do you understand?" The other nodded. "It's normal for you to start reacting to people; after all, you're growing up. If you feel bad or uncomfortable, you can tell me. I'll give you some medication, at least until you grow up and find a partner to go through your heat with."

"Thank you for being so good to me, Your Highness..." They both shared a smile. "Are you feeling better now?"

However, Rome's was fake. If he was sincere, he longed for the Emperor with all his might. His body was beginning to throb, telling him that at any moment a wave of heat would hit and drive him crazy. He needed the Alpha.

In his mind, he called out to him, repeating his name as clearly as if he could hear it. He told him he needed him urgently, and to his surprise, Pick entered the room, throwing himself at him. The older man hugged him tightly, completely unaware that Mix was watching them.

"I missed you with all my heart, and it's only been two hours since I left..." Rome blushed, as did his assistant. The Alpha didn't seem interested in being seen by others.

"Mix, please leave. I'll call you if I need you." The boy bowed and hurried out. He was afraid of feeling the dominant pheromones again and reacting.

"Your Highness!" the omega scolded him when they were alone. "Aren't you ashamed to be seen like this? Mix was with me!"

"I was dying of anxiety without you..." he whispered, ignoring him as he breathed in the opposite scent again. "I missed feeling your pheromones... release them for me..."

The Consort's entire interior heated with that revelation. A shiver followed the heat, pricking his body as he released a bit of his scent. Seeing the Emperor under the influence of his Mark was as unexpected as it was uncomfortable.

Still, he liked it.

"And from what I see, you missed me too..." The Omega tried to move away, sitting on the edge of the bed. However, Pick remained hugging his hip, his cheek right where their intimacy lay.

"My lord...I..."

"Your fever is rising, isn't it?" Despite being a question, Rome knew it was more of a statement.

The Emperor began placing kisses over his hardness; the sheet was the only thing separating his lips from his heated skin. Rome's breathing quickened, and he squeezed his legs together; More than a dominant wolf, the Alpha had become a kitten playing with his weakness.

"Your Highness," he murmured in a trembling voice, feeling the heat growing ever more, "It hurts..."

"Or do you like it?" Pick pulled back the sheet, revealing his erect penis. "What do you want me to do? Should I taste it?"

"Please... Don't play..."

"I've received no orders or incentives to do so..." he said against the skin, ensuring that his hot breath reached the Omega's firmest part. "You know what you have to do..."

"Alpha, do it... now!" Rome never thought the older man would enjoy that power play so much. He released an enormous amount of pheromones, feeling Pick's in response.

The sensation of the Emperor's mouth engulfing his member was enough to awaken his last wave of heat. He roughly grabbed the older man's hair and thrust eagerly into the warm cavity.

Pick was under his command, and he loved it.

***

Outside the room, Mix was leaning against the door, blushing red. Although they were distant, Rome's moans were beginning to be heard. He still hadn't gotten used to his Master's sounds of pleasure. He wanted to leave.

"We'll call you when they're done," a soldier said, taking pity on his innocence. "Don't get aroused by the pheromones, or you'll be in trouble. Better go."

"And you? Why aren't you affected?"

"Kid, when you're an adult, you can control it. They aren't that strong, but it must be difficult for you. General Porsche warned us to take care of you, so now leave or we'll get scolded."

"Did the General tell you?" The younger boy observed the man's statement and fled the scene. He couldn't believe the General had told everyone about what had happened to him. He felt ashamed and betrayed. He supposed this was his punishment for having talked too much about Rome.

It was definitely best to avoid him for a while.

If his Master found out, he'd be finished.

***

The last wave of heat had vanished.

All the heat and need in his body were dulled, yet he wasn't sleepy. He was more awake than ever. His humanity rested on the Alpha, who lovingly rubbed his back. Some places burned from certain bites and scratches, but the caress relaxed him.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Pick whispered sleepily. "You must be getting tired. I'm dying of sleep..."

"I am, but my brain refuses to sleep..."

"Your fever is gone. I guess your heat's over. Do you want me to call Mix so you can get something to eat? You need to get your strength back; Ryan's birthday is coming up soon."

"Your Highness, don't take this the wrong way, but... please, could I miss the prince's celebration? I'd like to avoid people for a while..."

"Do you despise Ryan?"

"Never. I love him." The Omega stared at him so there would be no doubt of his affection for the boy. "But the truth is, I'm feeling sensitive these days, could I miss it? Please..."

"I'll organize a family lunch for just the two of us to celebrate; I want Ryan to remember your presence in his special moments."

"Ryan is a baby..."

"Don't contradict me." Pick stole a kiss. "Lunch or the party, which one do you want to attend?"

"I'll gladly enjoy lunch, Your Majesty..."

"Let's go to sleep, darling. I'll arrange everything for you."

Rome smiled, feeling reassured, and leaned against the older man's chest before releasing more of his scent. Missing the event would give him time to process everything and, at the same time, interfere with Lucia's plans to humiliate him. He needed peace.

Especially because of what he had done.

"Your Highness..." he whispered, afraid to even touch on the subject. "About...about the mark...can we keep it a secret?"

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?"

"No! How could you think that? I care so much for you!"

"I thought you stopped loving me after you bit me..." Rome lowered his face, biting his lip. The word love still didn't fit the feelings he felt.

He was still confused, and the Alpha could see it.

"I won't say anything," he said, lifting his face. "But it's time you stopped making that expression when I tell you that you love me. Why do you refuse to accept reality?"

"I don't know if I love you, Your Highness," the boy was sincere. "At this point, I know we're no longer just servant and Emperor, but calling you my beloved seems wrong."

"Doesn't your heart beat when you're with me?" The older man took the other's hand and placed it on his chest, precisely where the heart beats. "Mine flutters with happiness when I'm by your side, Rome. Now that you've bitten me, do you realize I could die without you?"

"No... don't say that... please..." Small tears formed in his eyes as he tried to pull his wrist away from the other's skin, but the strong grip prevented him. "I still think that..."

"Stop thinking." Pick placed a kiss on the back of his wrist. "For a while, would you stop thinking? I wish you would try to love me, Rome. I'm no fool. I know you don't love me, but I know you can. I long for you to give yourself to me and acknowledge me as your Alpha. Your Omega has already acknowledged me, and you know it. He bit me…"

The words weren't absurd. Everything the Emperor said was real. Even if he continued to resist, there was no point in running away from what his instinct had accepted long ago. Slowly, the tears fell; the realization that the puzzle he'd tried to piece together was now complete overwhelmed him.

Would Din forgive him if he accepted his hidden feelings for the Alpha? To feel things for the Emperor was to kill the part of him that made him up. It was to kill the free Rome he'd worked so hard to create. Could he do it and not regret it?

"What makes you hesitate so much?" The older man lovingly held his hand and placed it on his own cheek. It was a subtle way of giving him space, but without abandoning him. "Why are you crying and hesitating? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of dying..." he said sincerely, to which Pick's face wrinkled.

"I will never allow anyone to hurt you."

"If I agree to love you..." he sobbed, removing his hand from the Alpha's face. "If I agree to love you, a part of me will die forever."

"You'll still be you. Why would you stop being that?"

"I don't want to stay locked up here all my life... I want to be free..."

"We can be free together..." Rome looked at him, stunned. "I have riches and power. Let's travel the world, dear. I'll take you wherever you want to go. You don't have to kill the curious and adventurous part of you; you just have to share it with me. What do you think?"

"Really?" Pick nodded, wiping away his tears. "Will we leave the palace? Won't I live locked in this room forever?"

"I would never lock you up." A light kiss touched his lips. "Let me show you the world, my love. Just give me your love and be happy by my side."

Their gazes met in the darkness of the room. The full moon was the only thing that illuminated their conversation; Rome's body trembled because it was the first time he felt all his physical and mental barriers fall beneath the Alpha's words.

He no longer had a compelling reason to reject him.

"Okay," he finally said with a smile. "I'll try... I'll try to love you... my Alpha..."

Pick smiled and hugged him with emotion.

Finally, Rome was completely his.

Chapter Text

The first morning of their new relationship was different from the others.

Rome had long since grown accustomed to sleeping much more than the Alpha. Due to the constant presence of the dominant pheromones, he often spent more hours than necessary in the dream world.

Sometimes, it went so long that Mix would wake him up to get something to eat. First, he would fill his stomach with a delicious breakfast and then bathe with the help of his Servant. The order of his routine as Consort was so established that any disturbance put him on the defensive.

The sun had barely shone its first rays of light when he woke up. Something was making him so hot that it disturbed his delicious sleep. He shifted with annoyance, but realized he was trapped. Warm legs entangled his like the tentacles of an octopus.

It didn't take much to notice that the one sharing his bed and his nakedness was the Emperor. A kiss fell on his shoulder, making him tremble as he turned to face the person responsible for that caress.

"Good morning, my dear. How did you sleep?"

"Very well... and you, Your Highness?" Pick's gaze was so deep and penetrating that it tickled him thousands of times. He couldn't even hold his eyes with the other without feeling nervous. What had happened the night before was so intimate and sincere that he still struggled to accept it.

"Perfectly. Can you release pheromones for me, my dear?" He did so without objection, knowing that, thanks to the mark, the older man needed it. "Excellent. Now, I want you to start calling me by my name."

"Pardon?" Rome tried to back away, but the other man's arms wouldn't let him. "I can't do that, Your Highness. That's a serious lack of respect."

"Then call me by some affectionate nickname. Which one would you like?"

"Your Highness... That's embarrassing." Unable to help it, he hid in the other's chest. "My lord... please... don't make me do that..."

His face was taken without warning, and thousands of kisses crashed against his lips. Inside his stomach, a revolution of sensations formed as if thousands of butterflies were crashing together. It was as pleasurable as it was relaxing; he didn't want the Alpha to stop.

"Now that we're a couple, I'd like you to speak to me with confidence." The servant tried to avert his face, but he wouldn't let him. "You're the only person who has power over me. Please me, dear."

"My lord, it's just that it's difficult..."

"Try it." He kissed him again several times until laughter exploded without explanation. "I love your laughter. Now call me by my name. I want to hear you."

Rome hesitated, but deep down, he wanted to. He was happy, and frankly, the opportunity to have even a false power over the Emperor pleased him.

"Pi...Pick..." he said timidly, receiving another kiss that filled him with courage. "Pick."

"My beloved Rome." The Alpha pulled him towards him in a hug. "You are the most beautiful thing in my life..."

They bathed together amid another morning kissing session. They did nothing more than that, but they didn't need to. Pick found it more fun to play with Rome's resistance until he gave in and called him by name. The Emperor pressured him so much that in the end, the Consort's voice sounded as natural as if they had been childhood friends.

As natural as when he called the Beta. The older man couldn't get that out of his mind. If he could call Din with confidence, why wouldn't it be the same with him?

Back in the room, Mix was organizing the consort's clothes. The boy could no longer hear the water running from the bathroom, so he assumed his Master would emerge at any moment; no one had the decency to warn him that the Emperor was still there.

Therefore, when he saw him standing beside him, he felt his heart stop. The fear of death coursed through every inch of his body, causing his legs to buckle and he fell to the ground.

"Long live the Emperor of Araik! Long live the strongest Alpha of all the empire, the great Emperor! Long live justice, peace, and love!" His shrill voice echoed loudly, surprising Rome, who was walking behind Pick.

The Royal Consort looked at the boy kneeling with his forehead on the ground and felt pity. He had been in that position many times; he didn't blame him for being frightened by the Emperor's imposing presence.

He decided to cover the Alpha and then cover himself with a towel before walking over to the little boy and crouching down beside him. Mix tensed, and Rome gently held his arm to calm him down.

"Get up," he said with a small smile. "Why didn't you knock?"

"My lord, I did. But since you didn't respond, I thought you were bathing, so I prepared your clothes. Please don't kill me..." Rome looked at the Alpha with a grimace before answering.

"Rest assured. Pick and I are not upset." The Emperor widened his eyes, pleased by the way his new partner called him. "Right, Pick?"

"That's right. Before we went in to bathe, I told the guards to let you in so you could assist the Consort. There's no need to panic."

"Your Majesty, I apologize for my intrusion. I didn't mean to see you without clothes, though I didn't see anything because I looked away, don't worry..." The elders burst into laughter. Mix was too sincere and innocent.

"It's fine." Pick slid one of his hands around his partner's waist before placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Help Rome get dressed. You'll be showing him around town today, so choose something casual that won't draw too much attention."

"What? Really?"

"I told you yesterday, didn't I?" The older man gave him a smug expression. "I'll show you the world, but let's start with what's closest to home. Mix will introduce you to his family as well. Buy a gift. Don't make me look bad."

The Consort's servant felt his eyes water because he missed his mother and brother. He couldn't believe he had that perk. The Emperor was definitely a good man.

"Are you coming with us?" Pick squinted at Rome and pinched his hip. "Ouch... Are you coming with us... dear?"

"Of course. I told you I'd accompany you to your freedom."

The bubble of love they woke up in that day was obvious to everyone in the palace. Their body language spoke volumes, and they didn't need to express the new turn their relationship had taken. The kisses and affectionate glances screamed how happy they were.

And the trust. Everyone could notice the way Rome called the Emperor. Some couldn't hide their expressions of surprise upon hearing the name "Pick" come from the little Omega's lips. Anyone else who spoke the Alpha's real name would lose their life immediately, yet the Consort demonstrated to everyone the power his position enjoyed.

"I think we're attracting too much attention..." Rome was uncomfortable noticing so many barely concealed glances. "Why did you decide to have breakfast in the garden today? We could have stayed in the room..."

"They can look at whatever they want. Let them be jealous of our love..." For Pick, the more people watching, the better. He wanted to make it clear that the Omega was madly in love with him. Rome was his property.

"I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Don't ever be ashamed of what we've had together..." he said, taking the opposite hand and kissing the back of it. "I love you, darling. Last night you promised me you'd try to love me. Could you give me the pleasure of hearing your voice say you love me?"

Rome blushed and lowered his head. Saying that in front of the soldiers heated every inch of his ears. Still, he wanted to try. A promise was a promise.

"I...I...I love you..." His voice was low, but enough for Pick to hear, and he kissed his wrist again. "I love you, Pick..."

They exchanged a knowing smile before they joined lips. He didn't know if it was because he was still sensitive after his heat or if it was the fact that he had bitten the Alpha, but Rome felt that the closeness with the older man caused him many delicious tingles.

"In the afternoon, we'll go to the village. I'll leave you at Mix's house while the General and I go find out some things. Do you promise me you'll behave?"

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"I trust you. I know you wouldn't run away from me when..." Rome pressed his lips together, trembling slightly. "When we share, you know what... or... do you want to hurt me?"

"Never. I care about you very much. I promise I'll behave."

"I trust you," he repeated. "I'll take you to all the countries of the world..." Rome couldn't believe it. He tried to find the lie in the other's eyes, but it wasn't to be.

"Thank you..." he whispered, this time approaching the man to give him a hug. "I feel very happy with you. Thank you very much for everything you do for me."

"Feeding you, from top to bottom. I would be very grateful too." At the annoying voice, they separated. Lucia watched their interaction with a furrowed face.

Rumors of their rendezvous in the garden spread like wildfire, even reaching her chambers. She wasn't surprised, however, the news that they seemed more affectionate than usual made her head over to where they were.

She had to confirm it with her own eyes.

"Darling, you look radiant. Is my husband's penis that good?"

"Why have you become such a vulgar woman?" Pick scolded her, disgusted by her behavior. "I ask you to respect Rome."

"Don't make me laugh," she commented mockingly as she sat down at the table. "I'm hungry too. Bring my food."

Several servants hurried to place several plates in front of the lady. Lucia was enraged by the stupid blush that appeared on Rome's cheeks every time he saw her husband. If she could, she would stab him in the heart.

She wanted to kill him.

"How did you sleep?" she asked the former servant directly. "Were you uncomfortable by the presence of my child's father, or have you gotten used to it?" Pick clenched his fists, ready to scold her, but the Omega stopped him.

"My lady, I had a good night. Thank heavens my fever is gone. How are you feeling?"

"Tomorrow is Ryan's birthday. I thought I'd have to move it, but seeing you, I guess it's all right now." The Empress didn't even bother feigning interest in continuing the conversation. "Are you going to make a spectacle at the party, or are you going to act polite?"

"I'm not going." This time, Rome was the one who had to restrain himself. Despite everything, he respected the woman. "Your Highness Pick and I have agreed that we will have lunch with the prince, and that evening I will stay in our room."

Lucia couldn't believe it. Happiness surged through her in a second, causing her to smile like they'd never seen her before; she even began to clap.

"What excellent news!" she shouted excitedly. "Finally something good! Emma, ​​come here! Guess who won't be going to the prince's party!"

There was one detail Rome didn't know. Since he kicked Emma out, the omega was assigned as the Empress's caretaker. Obviously, this was a plan by the Emperor himself to keep an eye on his wife.

The Consort didn't like that union. He didn't trust either of them.

Emma knew too much about him. Rome was afraid that his former friend would tell some of his deepest secrets to a woman like the Empress, who wouldn't hesitate for a second to use them against him. Perhaps it would be a good idea to bring his former best friend back before it was too late.

"Emma, ​​this will be the best party ever! Arrange for my chair and the Emperor's to be the only ones on the throne. I want everyone to see how happy we are without any bruised presences..." That was a direct attack on his appearance and self-esteem.

He looked away from the two women in discomfort and embarrassment, but suddenly felt a pinch on his back. Mix was squeezing his skin tightly, a clear sign that he wouldn't allow foolish words to hurt him.

Therefore, he raised his head as if it hadn't affected him. He preferred to pretend and ignore Lucia, instead focusing on the Alpha, his love, and the new power she had over him.

A secret only they knew.

"Pick..." he said suddenly, drawing their attention. "I want to take a walk in the garden. I'm full from eating so much, dear..."

The emperor smiled and kissed him on the forehead. Without even saying goodbye to his wife, he intertwined his fingers with Rome's and they left, leaving her alone. He was about to intervene and even punish Lucia, but his Consort crossed before he could. He preferred to calm down and leave the two Omegas alone. Being ignored was the greatest offense he could inflict on them.

And he wasn't wrong.

Lucia gritted her teeth in rage, throwing the food to the floor.

"Who does that damn servant think he is?" She commented exasperatedly, "Did you realize that he didn't even say hello to you? With those friends, who needs enemies?"

"He and I aren't on good terms..." The girl watched the consort walk away without giving her the slightest regard; Mix trailed behind them, along with the soldiers who always guarded him. "Now he has a new idiot to look after him."

"Are you talking about Mix?" Lucia watched the little servant talking to a guard. "Since he showed up, you've disappeared. I think he's getting a little cocky too. Do you think we should teach him a lesson?"

"My lady? I think..."

"Don't tell me you're not even a little jealous of the way that rat reacts to your companion." Emma's expression turned one of bewilderment and surprise. "You didn't know? The boy is young and handsome. Every time he sees General Porsche, he blushes and runs away. Maybe something happened between them?"

"No... he would never do that to me..."

"Do you still trust Alphas? You have too much of a good heart, Emma. If I were you, I'd show that fool that Omegas have codes. It's not right to mess with other people's Alphas."

"What do you want to do, my lady?"

The Empress smiled, sipping from her cup of tea. She knew she couldn't touch Rome, but it was always possible to harm him indirectly. If her husband's lover had any affection for her servant, she would use that to her advantage.

How easy they'd made it for her.

***

The village of Araik was large.

Rome met it on the day of the Festival of Lights and was left wanting more. Since arriving in the empire, he'd only known the palace, so walking the busy streets was a whole new experience. Despite the many people staring at them, he tried to ignore it and enjoy it.

In the daylight, it looked more majestic than that night. Children ran from side to side playing, while adults worked at food and craft stalls. A quiet and simple life, just as his parents had taught him.

He pressed his lips together in unease and continued walking. He was just beginning the walk; there was no point in being saddened by memories and desires of his past self. The best thing to do was to lock his anxiety away in the back of his mind.

In the town square, several women and men were selling fruits, vegetables, and much more. Among them, an Omega stood out because of her appearance. Rome felt a shudder when he saw her face deformed by a large, wrinkled red mark.

“A pressure cooker exploded in Mom’s face. I know how difficult it can be to have something so distinctive on your face, but believe me, it doesn’t make it any less so.”

His servant’s words suddenly came to him. There was no need to ask who his mother was; the description of that time was enough to engrave it in his memory.

“Mom…” the boy walked past him, his eyes watering. “Mom… I’m back…”

The Omega threw down the basket she was holding and ran excitedly to her son. The woman knelt on the ground, touching him up and down, as if in disbelief it was really him. Rome’s eyes also turned to tears; the scene was too emotional. He missed his family.

“My boy… my little one… what are you doing here? Were you kicked out of the palace?”

“No, Mom,” the younger boy turned, pointing at Rome, Pick, and his entourage of guards. “The Emperor has given me the gift of coming to visit you.” At the word "Emperor," everyone present bowed fearfully. The Alpha was known for his low tolerance for bad manners. Thousands of cheering phrases and words followed, making Rome uncomfortable.

"Mix, can we go to your house?" The boy nodded, helping his mother pack up before heading to his old home.

Mix's mother's house was a simple one-story structure. Inside, the home was exactly as Rome imagined it: small but cozy; warm and with just the necessities for living. The smell of wood combined with the neutral color of the walls reminded him of the refuge where he lived with his parents and brother.

He wished he would never leave.

"I have some matters to take care of. I'll leave you with Mix to get settled in." Pick's words surprised him; he didn't believe the emperor would truly leave him alone. "I told you I trusted you. Wait here for me like the good boy you are."

"What if we want to go out?"

"My men will be taking care of you, don't worry..." A light kiss landed against his mouth, causing the butterflies to flutter again and color to rise on his cheeks. He still hadn't gotten used to the Emperor's sudden acts of love.

As soon as they were alone, he sent for gifts for his servant's mother. Food, clothing, even some jewelry; it was the first time the omega had been able to give things, so he spared no expense. Although, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to fill the void that guilt caused inside him.

He still hadn't forgotten that Din and Mix's father died because of him.

"Your Highness Rome, I have no way to repay you for being so good to my little one..."

"My lady, don't call me Your Highness. I'm fine being just Rome, and with pleasure. Mix is ​​a very skilled young man." They both looked away at the Omega, who was fixing a broken wooden shelf. "He has helped me a lot."

"If his father were alive, he wouldn't believe your words." An uncomfortable throb crashed into the Consort's chest. "He and I always tried to take care of Mix. It was very difficult for me when he left for the palace."

"We will come often. I like this place; it reminds me of my past. I can come back, right?"

"You are welcome to live here if you wish," she mocked. "However... Your Highness Rome, may I abuse your kindness?" The roughness of her hands on his felt exactly like his mother's. He looked up and saw the lady's worried eyes, which he didn't like.

"Please, how can I help you?"

"I have a request to make of you. Something between you and me."

"Of course. What's wrong?"

"Please... take care of Mix." He bowed his head, not understanding. "He's already at the developmental stage. I don't want any Alpha to take advantage of his first heat. Forgive me for saying this, but can you take care of him? He's still very innocent, and I keep thinking that someone might hurt him and..."

"You don't have to ask me." He squeezed the woman's hands tightly. "Mix has become my little brother. I've got my eyes on him, don't worry." The Consort looked at the boy and then at his mother, still smiling. "He no longer shares a room with anyone. I've moved him to my old place. There he'll be alone and can get over his heat without any problem. I'll take care of giving him medicine as well. You can rest easy, my lady…"

"You're a sweetheart…" Small tears fell from her eyes. "Thank you…thank you…"

"No, thank you for raising him." Rome wiped away the drops of water that wet the other's cheeks. "Really, rest assured."

The visit concluded with a hug and many words of thanks. Saying goodbye to his brother and mother was very difficult for the little servant, but at least his Master promised him they would return soon.

They walked a little further into the town; some soldiers followed them; however, they didn't feel persecuted, but protected. Rome had grown accustomed to the presence of men who always kept watch over their surroundings and remained alert for any danger.

Therefore, the fact that a dagger was so close to him that it could cut a piece of his clothing alarmed him. Thanks to his reflexes, he managed to back away and avoid compromising his humanity.

"Damn nobles!" a vagrant threw himself at him to wound him. "You think you're better than us!"

The man tried to attack him again, but before he could even touch him, his head flew off, staining Rome's clothes and face in the process. He hadn't seen a bloody scene for months, too many. The Emperor had truly changed since he arrived.

Unlike him, who was calm, Mix screamed in horror at the savage spectacle and threw himself against his body, crying. The consort hugged him, clutching him to his chest, seeing that the sword that had saved them was held by his partner.

Pick had saved him.

"Did he hurt you?" The Alpha quickly approached to wipe the crimson liquid running down his face with a green handkerchief. Rome recognized him immediately, but said nothing. "I'm going to kill your guards for not taking care of you."

"No..." Rome squeezed Mix's body, which trembled with every word that came from the Alpha's lips. "I'm fine. Let's go now, it's time to return to the palace."

The boy couldn't stop crying. In the carriage, he was practically sitting on top of his Master. The image was even funny, since Rome was smaller than his own servant, and yet the protective aura was clear.

"We'll take self-defense classes," he whispered in his ear. "No one will hurt us. You said you would protect me. How will you do it, crying like a baby?"

"Your Highness... you are so brave. I've never seen so much blood..."

Rome shook his head, continuing to rub the little Omega's back. He had certainly seen so much blood and murder that he was already numb. It was best to leave before his servant was traumatized.

On the way home, Pick continued wiping the crimson drops from his face. A few hairs had fallen out of his hairstyle, sticking to his forehead; the Emperor carefully brushed them away to continue with his task.

"You're using it..." The Omega couldn't contain his joy at seeing his own gift.

"I told you I would." Rome leaned on his shoulder, smiling slightly. "When I carry it with me, I feel like you're with me everywhere..."

"I'll embroider several so you have a different one every day."

Despite the shock, the lovers were very close inside the vehicle. They continued to gaze deeply at each other. Mix fell asleep at one point, causing Rome to feel tenderness.

"He's like a child," Rome murmured, combing his hair. "Thank you for letting him see his family again. He's suffered so much at such a young age..."

"He's behaved well, I don't see any problem with giving him a reward."

"And me? Did I earn a reward?"

The Consort's flushed gaze stirred the Alpha's heart. Of course, he would also give him a reward, but for that, they would have to wait until they reached the palace.

"After you, I'm not so lost anymore..." Pick sang in his ear. "I like you a lot..."

"Your Highness..." Rome moved away from the hoarse voice, feeling a thousand fireworks inside him. "Don't sing so close..."

"Why?"

"Because I'm embarrassed..."

"You call me Your Highness again. Where is the darling? I'll have to punish you with thousands of kisses..."

The Alpha hugged him excitedly, at which Rome burst into laughter. He liked watching the servant slowly lose himself in the sensations of love. The Omega was certainly doing some serious work in terms of trying to love him. He hoped that in the near future he would truly tell him that he loved him from the bottom of his heart.

"When we arrive, I'm going to make love to you," he whispered again in his ear. "What do you think?"

"Aren't you tired? We did a lot yesterday. Besides, tomorrow is Prince Ryan's luncheon, we should be rested..."

"Don't worry. You'll rest when we're done."

And more than a threat, those words were a promise that thrilled the Omega.

***

If anyone ever asked Rome to describe the discomfort, he would surely talk about that celebration. At the same table were the Emperor, his wife, his mother, and his son.

What was he, then, but a stranger in that family?

And to make matters worse, little Ryan refused to let anyone else carry him. Why had the lunch he'd been looking forward to turning into a nightmare?

"Thank you for joining us," Pick spoke up, ignoring his face that seemed like it wanted to run away. "I'm so happy to be here with my family. It's not every day my prince has a birthday. Let's make a toast to him."

Several servants came in to serve them wine; Rome grabbed the glass, unsure whether to drink. He didn't want to lose his mind again, but Mix's reassuring look let him know he'd barely add two inches of liquor. He felt reassured.

"Be careful!" Lucia's shout made them all turn around. Mix had spilled some of the wine on the table; the boy was trembling with fear. "Why are you putting a useless person to serve me? Get out of here!"

The youngest ran into the kitchen. Rome glared at the woman, she had no right to speak to the servant like that.

"As useless as..." The empress closed her mouth at her mother-in-law's interruption. "What is it, my lady? I don't mean this to be mean, it's just that I can't believe such useless servants remain in this place. It's almost becoming a habit to keep defective people here..."

"Don't stress about it, my dear." Olga smiled at him. "I'm sure the boy will receive further punishment from his Master, right, Consort?"

"Yes. I'll take care of it myself." He lied. He would never touch Mix, especially not because of the Queen Mother and her poisonous words.

"Excellent. We can't accept mistakes at tonight's celebration; very important people will be attending. Are you sure you don't want to attend? The other night was very entertaining."

"My lady, thank you for your interest, but I'd like to stay in my room." I haven't been feeling very well in my stomach today...

"Stomach? You have to be careful, dear. It could be bones." Olga laughed at Rome's puzzled expression, which contrasted sharply with Pick's enraged one. "Yes, didn't they tell you I swallowed a bone? I was sick for several days because they didn't clean the breast properly..."

The Omega wasn't stupid. The suggestion of a possible pregnancy frightened him, but he decided to pretend it didn't affect him. The fear of getting pregnant during the heat cycle continued to frighten him, which is why he took the herbal teas every day to avoid it.

In fact, his stomach wasn't even upset. That was just an excuse for not showing up.

"Rome is in perfect condition," Pick interrupted her. "Don't plant strange thoughts in his head, Mother. I'll be furious if that happens."

"Excuse me, Consort." The Omega's voice was false and mocking. "Enjoy your meal, my lord..."

The rest of lunch passed normally. Between banal conversations and Ryan's laughter, Rome's torture was over. He returned to his room with Pick hot on his heels. The Queen Mother's words continued to disturb him, but he wasn't about to tell the Alpha. The subject of children was something that would worry his future self.

"Ignore my mother..." A hug enveloped him. "Stay here the whole time. Sleep, dear."

He didn't reply. He simply released his pheromones and waited for the opposing ones to envelop him. The truth was, he wanted to sleep and wake up the next day. The faster the night passed, the better.

The dominant scent of his Alpha relaxed him so much that within minutes he lost the battle against sleep. Being surrounded by pheromones felt like sleeping in a vast meadow. The scent of the grass and flowers enchanted him.

But suddenly, something began to smell different in his sleep. A giant piece of candy fell, almost crushing him in his peaceful sleep. He reached out to touch it, but before doing so, he opened his eyes in fright.

He sat up in bed, unable to understand the meaning of that sweet dream. It was so real that he could still smell the scent of candy surrounding him. If he chewed, the taste danced on his tongue.

It was too real to be just a dream.

A moan made him turn around, and only then did he see him. Crouching on the floor, his servant clutched his stomach as he cried. A puddle stained his pants, and the scent of candy grew stronger.

Rome jumped out of bed to come to his side, finding his hands very warm. He lifted the boy's face, and the yellow eyes alerted him.

Mix was in heat.

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For Rome, the world stopped.

What were the chances that he had just promised his mother to take care of him the day before Mix's heat arrived? He clenched his jaw, wanting to cry, and tried to calm himself. Eventually, the boy was going to grow up; there was no point in it affecting him so much.

He was an adult now and had to behave accordingly. His duty was to act quickly to mitigate the horrible suffering of his little charge.

"Darling, I want you to breathe with me..." he whispered, brushing back the boy's hair. Sweat, along with tears, had stuck the strands to his face, making him look a total mess.

"Master... what's wrong with me? God... it hurts so much..." The servant could barely speak due to the painful throbbing. "I'm scared... I think my stomach is going to rupture..."

"I know, darling. Listen to me carefully, what you're feeling is normal; It means you're growing..."

Rome summoned all his patience to explain to the young man about the annoying symptoms he would experience in the coming hours, however, he noticed he wasn't paying attention. Mix's pupils were dilated, and his gaze looked as disoriented as it was lost. He hugged him, trying in vain to calm him with his own body.

He felt tears well up in his eyes when the boy began to rub suggestively against him. There was no point in denying it anymore; Mix's mind was being completely dominated by his Omega instinct.

At least he wasn't kicking him out yet and asking for an Alpha. He had to give him the medicine before it got to that point, or he'd really be in trouble. All the mental strength Mix always displayed helped him realize his status at that moment.

He was the Consort.

If he asked for something, no one could contradict him. He needed help from the soldiers, but first, he had to secure his little one, so he dragged Mix's body to the bed and covered him. It was important to him to protect the Omega's pride, especially at such a vulnerable moment.

The caramel-scented pheromones bathed the entire room, frightening him that if he opened the door too wide, the Alphas outside might smell it, causing him to lose control and even do something to the little one. He released his own scent as he watched the boy thrash about under the sheets, screaming and crying.

"Guards," he said, sticking only his head out; he wouldn't allow anyone to see the child like that. "Go to the kitchen and get some heat-inhibiting medicine. I only want Betas out here. Quickly!"

"Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness? Should we bring the Emperor?"

"No, and don't make a fuss. Mix is ​​the one who's unwell, so bring the medicine, but don't worry anyone. This is a secret between you and me; if anyone betrays me, I'll run them through with a sword myself."

Despite his small size, the consort was intimidating. No one doubted that Rome would make good on his threat if anyone went against him, so they hurried with their request.

He watched them leave and went back inside, finding a difficult sight to process. He didn't have to be very intelligent to understand the nature of Mix's movements under the sheets. He smelled strongly. He bit his lower lip uncomfortably and walked over to the boy.

Somehow, he had to help him.

***

Prince Ryan's party was a resounding success.

From the decorations to the food, every guest was enjoying the celebration to the fullest. Everyone, except the Emperor of Araik, who was bored. Pretending to be a happy, united couple with Lucia was tiring him.

He couldn't wait to be done with the theatrics and return to the arms of his beloved Consort. Most likely, Rome was drinking tea and biscuits while playing a game with his loyal servant. He felt envious. He, too, wanted that peace.

Suddenly, something caught his attention. A soldier entered the room and exchanged a few words with another before the latter left his post. The changing of the guard wouldn't happen for several hours; what was going on?

And even stranger, the one now at the party was a man he himself had chosen to guard the outskirts of Rome's room. Did he dare disobey him?

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his face wrinkled. The man jumped in fright when he saw him and bowed. "Why aren't you guarding Rome? I was very clear, no one is to leave my partner's door."

"My lord, Your Highness Rome has requested that the entire guard be replaced by Betas." Pick's expression tightened even further, pleading for an explanation that didn't come.

"Why did he do that?" The soldier lowered his face uncertainly. "Do you dare hide the truth from your Emperor?"

"No, Your Highness... it's just that the Consort threatened us that if we said anything, he'd kill us..." That surprised the Alpha. He didn't wait for further words.

The best thing to do was to get straight to the point and find out what was going on. In the hallway, just outside the room, he found himself confronted by a strange scene. Just as the soldier had told him, they were all Betas. The men looked at each other, worried about the commotion coming from inside their chambers, yet none of them made a move to enter. It seemed like a huge fight was taking place inside, and they couldn't intervene.

"What's going on here?" he shouted, annoyed by his lack of control. "What's this commotion? Why aren't you coming in?" The eldest of them approached the Alpha, his face flushed, halting in his tracks.

"Your Majesty, it seems young Mix has come into heat for the first time, and the Consort is trying to help him. He won't let us cross the door. He said if we set foot inside the room, we'll see our blood flow..."

"We dare not defy Your Highness Rome, forgive us, my lord," another added, scratching his head.

"I don't want to die either. I have a son at home..."

Pick felt proud. Knowing that Rome didn't hesitate to use his power to protect those he cared about pleased him. He pushed the men aside and entered, feeling a slap crash across his face.

From the outside, he didn't feel it, but inside, the scent of caramel was so strong it made him want to vomit. The Mark throbbed within him; Mix's pheromones didn't affect him, but that didn't mean he couldn't smell them. They were unpleasant.

"Get out of here immediately!" Rome shouted at them from the bed. "Now!"

The soldiers behind him fled in terror and closed the door. The Alpha watched his mate on the bed, trying to keep Mix lying down. However, the boy was doing everything he could to get to his feet.

"Pick! Didn't you hear me? Get out of here or I'll be furious with you!"

"His pheromones don't do anything to me, remember I'm marked for you..." the Omega held his breath at the truth on the other man's lips. "Do you need help?"

"I don't want him to smell you." Rome's possessive instinct had kicked in. "Get out of here. Can't you see he's in heat? Go!"

The youngest of the three was already naked. The torn traces of his uniform scattered everywhere indicated that he had ripped off his own clothes before Rome could stop him. The boy screamed and cried, pleading for an Alpha.

"We need to bring an Alpha to help him..."

"I already gave him the medicine, I just have to wait for it to take effect..."

"The pheromones will be faster, I'll bring an Alpha and..."

"No! If you bring one, he'll react to it and hurt him! You can't!" With each scream, a tear slid down Rome's cheeks.

Pick thought for a moment. He couldn't leave his mate to take care of the boy. Rome was also an Omega, so if he didn't calm Mix down, his instinct might lead him to attack his Master to get an Alpha. If he looked closely, his male mate already had a couple of scratches on his pretty face. His duty was to protect his fiancé.

He left the room quickly; he couldn't stand it anymore. The rancid smell was killing him. He needed to think of something fast to get Rome out of there, or at least to calm Mix down. His men looked just as helpless as he was; they were all Betas without pheromones.

What good would they do?

And like a flash of lightning, something occurred to him. When he returned to the room, a soldier was standing beside him. Rome looked at him as if he wanted to kill him, but he noticed it was a Beta.

A Beta soldier completely covered in Alpha's pheromones.

"He won't react because he can't smell him." Pick brought the young man closer to the bed. "I covered him in Alpha's pheromones so Mix can feel them and calm down. Don't worry, my Rome. He'll be fine."

The consort wiped his own sweat and stopped pressing the little boy's body against the bed. His servant practically jumped on the soldier, throwing him to the floor as he rubbed against him. Rome hurriedly covered him with the sheet so Pick wouldn't see. The Emperor stifled his laughter and turned his back on them, not wanting any more angry screams from his mate.

"Get in bed," Rome ordered the soldier who was trying to hold Mix's arms, which were struggling to get under his clothes.

The Beta guard got between the sheets with the Omega, who continued to rub against him. Mix was in a trance, kissing the other's neck, completely lost, biting and licking. He wasn't even himself, and yet Rome felt embarrassed by such a performance.

"Who owns the pheromones?" Rome needed to test the unpleasant feeling he was feeling.

"Porsche's; he's a dominant Alpha, so I figured they'd do the trick. Why?"

"No reason," he replied, shifting his gaze to the soldier. The boy was as red as an apple as he watched the couple talking. The discomfort was obvious, yet there was nothing he could do.

"Your Highness Rome..." the boy spoke, breathing heavily. "He's touching me... and I... even if I don't want to..."

"Keep your penis in your pants or I'll cut it off," Rome said guiltily. "I'm sorry, but you can't use it. You must resist."

A couple of minutes later, the sound of gasping petrified the Consort. The young soldier had finished with only the groping of his servant. The Omega was stunned, while Pick burst out laughing.

"Are you a teenager? How can you come just from that?" The Emperor mocked the boy, his face flushed.

"My lord..." The Beta refused to even look them in the eyes out of embarrassment. "I just turned eighteen. I've never had a partner, nor have I ever been touched like this... this is my first time with an Omega..."

"Calm down." Rome calmed him down and hit Pick. "Don't listen to my husband. Even I would have reacted if someone got agitated like that around me. Thank you for what you're doing; it seems the medicine is starting to take effect."

Just as the older Omega predicted, Mix fainted a few minutes later. The position he was in was compromising: naked, with his legs wrapped around the Beta. The Emperor helped Rome move the sleeping body, finding a mixture of sweat and semen on both bodies.

The Beta lowered his head, bringing his hands to his lower body. What had happened to him was also visible.

"Come with us to clean him up, and you'll clean yourself up right away." Rome gave the boy a friendly smile. "I didn't ask your name. What's your name?"

"Earth, Your Majesty."

"That's a good name. I haven't seen you around here. Have you worked in the palace long?"

"I've been in the army for a year, my lord. This is the first time I've been assigned as a royal guard. It's an honor to meet you..."

"They don't assign you because only the strongest have the right to guard my husband," Pick intervened jealously. "Today is your lucky day because everyone is at the party, otherwise you wouldn't even know this place."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord..." The Omega shook his head at the obvious jealousy. He liked the feeling that the Alpha desired him enough to show his affection in front of others.

He sighed, finally feeling at peace after his servant's heat. He asked the others to leave the bathroom while he carefully cleaned Mix's body. The first heat was difficult, but at least the first wave had passed. Perhaps he would have two more before it was completely over.

He felt bad knowing that when Mix came to his senses, he would be embarrassed by his behavior. It was lucky he was there; otherwise, who knows who would have taken advantage of the poor boy.

When he finished, he stepped outside and found himself faced with a funny sight. The young soldier waited for his instructions under the Emperor's unblinking attention and his insane jealousy.

"Earth, you will stay here until Mix is ​​better," Rome said as he placed the younger man's body on his bed. "Go out so you can be filled with pheromones and come back. We must work as a team."

Pick wasn't sure he'd allow the boy to spend his heat in his room, but he knew his partner had already made the decision without consulting him.

"I'll sleep somewhere else. Should I wait for you, or will you stay here?"

"I'll stay for the duration; I don't want him to be alone."

"I'll miss holding you before I sleep," the Emperor took him from behind. "Can't you leave him with Earth?"

"I'll make it up to you when this is over," he replied, squeezing the other's arms. "Thank you for helping me."

"That's what we're here for. I love you," he kissed him. "My Omega..."

"And I love you...Alpha..." Rome's cheeks turned red. He still wasn't sure whether he loved the older man or not, but he was starting to like telling him so.

"Did you notice you called me 'My Husband' tonight?" The Consort looked away shyly. "Does that mean you want to get married soon?"

"See you tomorrow, Your Highness..."

"Your Highness?"

"Pick...see you tomorrow..." They kissed goodbye, and the Omega lay down next to his personal assistant. The medicine would knock him out until the next wave; he felt anxious, but just as the boy always told him, he had to show his strength. He closed his eyes and prayed to heaven for peace.

It was strange.

Mix woke up the next day without a fever and with little memory of what had happened. The young Beta expected him to jump on him and make obscene movements on his virginal body, but the boy didn't even look at him. Rome didn't understand why the heat was so different from what he knew. He expected waves of heat and more suffering, but as quickly as it came, it went.

What was wrong with Mix? Did he have a serious illness?

He told Pick to bring the doctor; if his servant was sick, it was best to take all necessary measures to ensure his life wasn't affected.

"So you feel okay? You might have an internal fever..."

"No, Your Highness Rome, I don't feel anything." The doctor examined him and found no problems; apparently the boy had irregular cycles. This was common in omegas who developed very young, yet the Consort was still worried.

"If you feel anything, tell me immediately. You may not remember, but you were in a lot of pain yesterday."

"I'm sorry for my inappropriate behavior..."

"Don't worry. It's not your fault you're growing up, although I would be very happy if you stayed in bed all day today." Rome turned and pointed at the soldier. "Earth is our assistant for the day. He will take care of you in case you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me." Mix blushed; he had certain memories of some of the things he did with the boy. "Your Highness Rome..."

"I'm going out, and someone has to take care of you." Rome pushed the Beta closer to the bed. "I trust him; talk and get to know each other. Goodbye!"

The Consort didn't wait for them to answer. He left the room and headed for the garden. He needed a break from the smell of caramel. He felt like throwing up, as if he were intoxicated by someone else's pheromones.

He took off his shoes and walked across the grass. The sensation on his feet calmed him enough to sit down and drink a cup of jasmine tea with biscuits. Perhaps the kitchen staff had found out about everything and were indulging him.

The palace staff had been kind to him lately. It was good to enjoy the peace, or at least that's what he wanted to do until he smelled the expensive and unpleasant perfume characteristic of an unwelcome person.

"My dear, how are you?" Lucia greeted him with false happiness. "We had a great time at the party yesterday; it was probably because you weren't there."

"I'm very glad," he replied curtly as he stood up. "If you'll excuse me, my lady, I'll go take a tour of the flowers."

"Do you dare leave me talking to myself?"

"I didn't know you needed to talk to me." Rome stood up. "How can I help you?"

"I don't need anything from you; I just wanted to be friendly." Rome snorted unconsciously. "So? Did you sleep well?"

"Of course, the Emperor hugged me all night..." He was tired of pretending in front of Lucia, but he wasn't going to give her any real information about himself either. "And you?"

"Did he really hug you all night?" The Empress mocked him, as if knowing his words weren't true. "I thought you'd be alone..."

How would Lucia know he spent the night alone because he was taking care of his servant?

"My Lady?" He turned to her suspiciously, his intuition telling him that something smelled worse than perfume. "Why did you think I'd be alone?"

"I said that?" The Empress began to play with her hair, making light of the matter. "You must have heard wrong."

No. It couldn't be true. He knew the Empress's evil gaze very well. His anger began to rise. He had to ask her.

"Did you...make someone give him something?" Lucia smiled, baring her teeth. "Did you give Mix anything?"

"Me? I haven't touched your disgusting servant, although I heard from a little bird that after I scolded him at lunch, he drank something in the kitchen. Did he get a stomach ache like you?"

"He's a child. How could they do that to him?" Rome had no doubts; she was guilty.

"A child? From what I heard, he became an adult yesterday." The Omega's laughter made him clench his fists. "He must have had a rough night."

"Why did you do that to him?" Rome knew the soldiers hadn't betrayed him; they would never tell anyone about Mix's sudden heat. Lucia's information was firsthand; she was the cause. "Why did they drug him? He's just a child!"

"You're wrong, Rome. He's not a child anymore. He's an adult who works and supports his family. It's just that you've spoiled him, and someone needs to educate him. Instead of being upset, you should thank me for teaching him a lesson and..." She couldn't continue speaking.

A slap crashed across her face.

The Empress brought her hand to her cheek, stunned by the blow. Rome had attacked her. The small, deformed Omega who slept with her husband had dared to raise his hand.

"Mix is ​​my servant, and if anyone's going to discipline him, it's me." The boy was so red with rage he could barely breathe. "You have no right to touch him..."

"You dared to hit me?" Lucia couldn't believe it. "Do you want to die?"

The woman grabbed him by the arm, but Rome broke free and pushed her away. The Omega was practically breathing fire. He was fed up with her.

"Do you want to die?" he asked her back angrily. "Don't touch my things, or I'll make your life miserable!"

"Do you think you can threaten me? You're nothing more than my husband's whore!"

"I am the Emperor's Consort! So don't interfere in my business!" The Empress and the soldiers beside her were as stunned as they were incredulous. "If I have to protect Mix or anyone else, I will. I don't mind having to step over you!"

"Are you so deluded that you think you have more power than the wife herself? You're going to pay for this. I won't hit you because, like me, you have guards, but don't forget, Rome. You're nobody. You're still a disgusting servant."

Rome mocked Lucia, turning his back to let her speak to herself.

He did have more power.

****

The kingdom of Araik had been peaceful and tranquil since Pick took command. Wars tended to take place far away, and unless it was a direct threat, they didn't intervene in the battles of other empires. Of course, there were exceptions, such as if someone attacked one of their strong allies; in that case, they had to help, or their population's supply would be cut off.

That was exactly what was happening.

"If conflict breaks out, we'll have to go to Ragus's aid." Porsche was stressed. A letter from Emperor Ming had arrived that morning. The man suspected someone was planning to attack them and was requesting reinforcements for the impending conflict.

"Start by reinforcing the army's training. We must be prepared for anything. If necessary, we'll go and operate from a distance. Ming may not be my favorite, but if we don't help him and they seize his lands, we'll be cornered into starting a war. Let's prevent that from happening."

"If we have to go, who will be in charge of Araik and the palace? If you and I leave, we should at least arrange for the person in charge to be fair to the people. It could take us months to return."

"My mother, of course." Pick said it as if it were the most obvious thing. "I trust her knowledge and inflexibility will be enough to handle everything."

"Really? I thought you'd leave Rome in charge." The general laughed at his own words. "Although, to be honest, he doesn't have the education to govern. However, as a friend, I ask you, don't you think it might get a little difficult for him without you being here? I don't think the Queen Mother would take his side in a dispute with Lucia."

"Have you gone crazy? Rome is coming with me. There's no way I'm crazy to leave him here at the mercy of those two snakes."

"I don't think that's right either. It could be dangerous and even become a hindrance. Remember what happened in the Odarude attack? He could only run and…"

"You're overstepping your bounds, Porsche." The Emperor clenched his jaw. "The ambush is an untouchable subject, so I don't want to hear you mention it again."

Before the Alpha could refute or apologize for bringing up such a sensitive topic, they heard the crash of the door opening. The Empress dragged her humanity to where they were arguing. There was no doubt she was enraged by something, or rather, someone.

"That whore you have as a Consort dared to hit me." Pick stood up, distrusting her words. "We were talking in the garden, and out of nowhere, he hit me. Look at my face! Do you think I'm going to stay still? I demand his head, right now!"

"I'm not going to kill my mate!"

"Then make an example of him!" Lucia began to cry, making a spectacle for everyone to see so Pick would feel pressured. "Lock him up or beat him, but do something! He disrespected me in front of the royal guard! Am I not your wife? Make him feel guilty for his sin!"

The Emperor hurried to the room. Of course, he couldn't allow Rome to disrespect the Empress. There were levels and hierarchies that Rome had to respect, no matter that he was her partner.

As soon as he entered, he found him in his bed, helping Mix sleep. Their closeness tired him out; whether they took advantage of the boy or not was not his problem. His partner had to understand that his condescension had ended because of his unforgivable fault.

"Pick..." Rome crossed his arms, frowning, surely anticipating what would happen.

"Earth, please take Mix to his room." The Consort made a move to go with them, but the Alpha stopped him sternly. "You stay here."

The guard picked up the little boy. The tremors from the dominant pheromones frightened him, so the servant hugged the Beta's neck and hid. Rome didn't like his reaction very much, but he didn't move; he knew Pick had come to talk about his stupid wife.

"Could you let me talk first?" he asked as soon as they were alone.

"Why did you hit her? You know very well you've gone too far." The Alpha walked toward him, cornering him against a wall to intimidate him. "I allow insults, but not blows. She asked for your head."

"Then cut it off and give it to her on a platter."

"Why did you do that?" They were both breathing heavily, one furious and the other stupefied. Pick thought Rome would be sorry for his actions, however, the Omega looked as proud as ever.

"Ah... she told you I hit her, but she didn't tell you why. My lady is definitely smart."

"I didn't stop to ask her. You know there's no justification for what you did; she's the Empress. Your position is beneath her! You have to respect her!"

"She drugged Mix." Pick was surprised by the boy's calmness. "It wasn't heat. Your dear wife drugged him to produce it. That's why the medicine took so long to knock him out, and I wouldn't have discovered it if the Empress hadn't come to me to laugh at his prank. Should I have stayed put? Really? Be thankful it was just a slap. She deserved much more, and if I had the chance, I'd do it again."

"Anyway, it's wrong. You should have told me so I could punish her." Pick knew the younger man was right, however, he couldn't let the lack of obedience go unnoticed. "You'll stay in this room for a month until things calm down. Behave and don't do anything stupid."

"She doesn't know you're marked." Rome's voice turned somber as he released a great deal of his pheromones against the other man's body. "She purposely put an Omega in heat in your room. The way he was, you would have reacted, and not even I here would have been able to stop you. You realize what she was planning, don't you?"

The Emperor felt several emotions. First, he felt foolish for not seeing the complete evil behind his wife's actions. Second, happiness coursed through him at the realization that his little consort was jealous of his own servant. Third, the fact that Rome had said it to his face meant that his plan to let himself be marked was bearing fruit. The bond's influence also affected the boy. He was blissful; all his anger vanished.

"Oh, is my cute fiancé jealous?" Rome pouted childishly as he uncrossed his arms. "I would never touch anyone but you."

"I hate that woman..." the older man pulled him toward him in a hug. "I was so afraid that you..."

"I love you," Pick squeezed him tighter. "I love only you. I told you that you own me, don't doubt my feelings for you."

"Me too..." Rome whispered very softly. "Me too..."

The Alpha smiled without letting go of the hug.

He would have to thank Lucia later.

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Rumors of Rome's punishment spread like wildfire through the palace. According to reports, the Emperor locked him up after beating him for two hours without stopping. Those who had seen it claimed that his hands and feet were chained, even his mouth was gagged so he couldn't complain; he was allowed to eat and drink only once a day.

No one knew exactly what she had done, but the Empress was also punished for messing with the Consort; she was only locked up for a month. She didn't receive any beatings, only isolation and the joy of knowing that Rome couldn't even stand from the beating.

Lucia was unaware that the person behind the gossip was the very object of her fury. Rome and Mix were laughing their heads off and even added details. Inside the Emperor's chamber, they had a good time along with some allied servants. The Consort's servants increased over time, as he treated them well.

"Tell them you found me crying," the older Omega mocked. "That His Majesty put me in cold water and poured vinegar on my wounds."

"Your Highness, you are savage..."

"Let's give the public what they want to hear..."

"You're crazy," Pick mocked, entering the room. "But your crazy ideas serve to calm Lucia's fury. She still has the mark of your hand; you went too far."

The little servant bowed and left, leaving them alone. The Emperor hugged Rome after kissing him and inhaled deeply; he craved the scent of his fiancé. He, of course, released his pheromones at the touch; he liked the Alpha sniffing him desperately.

"Don't squeeze me so hard, you're hurting my wounds," Rome added mockingly. "I missed you so much, Alpha..."

Pick was surprised. His little servant wasn't usually so affectionate out of the blue. It was obvious he was in a good mood and perhaps wanted to ask him for something.

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing him well, to which the other smiled. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Can I teach Mix to read and write?" The Alpha raised a confused eyebrow. "I was bored and started studying. He seemed curious, and I offered him a book to read, but he confessed he can't do it. Will you let me teach him?"

"Why are you asking my permission? You can do whatever you want, dear."

"I need paper, brushes, and ink. I can't do it without them, and the servants refuse to bring them because 'I'm grounded.' Could you get them for me?"

"Wow, I didn't think your faithful subjects could refuse one of your requests." This time it was Pick who mocked his expression. "I'll have my secretary bring you several materials. If you need anything else, let me know right away."

"Thank you!" Rome jumped up to his neck, giving him thousands of kisses. The clothes covered the mark, however, the Omega opened his shirt to caress him right on the wrinkled, scarred skin.

They both enjoyed the closeness. The confinement, for some reason, had made Rome a little more affectionate than usual. Pick assumed it was due to the lack of people and the fact that he had taken it upon himself to bathe the room with his pheromones.

He felt increasingly possessive of Rome; he imagined a future where the Omega was waiting for him in his bed every day. If only the Consort would forget those strange thoughts of going out, he would be very happy.

But Rome always found new ways to drive him crazy.

The Emperor entered his chambers one afternoon, as usual, and found himself confronted by a confusing sight. Standing there, Rome pointed at a piece of paper taped to the wall, while, from the floor, several servants and even the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding him listened to his explanation.

"What's going on here?" As quickly as his words came out, everyone ran around pretending to be doing their chores. The Alpha had to stifle a laugh. "What's my cute Omega doing?"

"Alpha..." Rome ran up to him and kissed him. "I was teaching Mix how to read, and some servants stared at us because they couldn't read either, so I decided to teach them, and then Krist and the other soldiers joined us."

"You know that the study of letters is only for nobles and a few important servants..."

"If they're serving me, they're important to me," Rome countered, annoyed by the insinuation. "I was just like them, and you taught me. Can't I do it?"

"I'll never win an argument with you." Pick hugged him with a sigh. "Fine, but don't let them neglect their duties because they belong to your makeshift academy."

"Thank you! When I can go out, I'd like to get a blackboard and teach classes in the garden. Could you get it for me? I want to teach more people, and there's not enough room for everyone here..."

"Are you planning on teaching the entire palace?"

"The artisans and seamstresses are very good to me. Some concubines have also come to take some of my classes, and the kitchen helpers..."

"Wait a minute. All those people came in here? When did you do all this? And why didn't anyone tell me anything!"

"I told them you knew." Rome hid in his neck and kissed the scar. "They think you ordered me to do it as punishment so I couldn't sleep or rest. Please don't punish them."

"My dear, you're pushing yourself too hard..."

"I like doing it. It's very boring being locked up here, and besides, you know I'm used to working. Don't take that away from me... Please... Alpha..."

"You know I can't deny you anything if you talk to me like that. Although you'll have to teach your classes in the afternoons. I want you to start working out in the mornings with the army."

"What? Work out? Have I gained weight?"

"Even if you were fat, I wouldn't stop liking you." The eldest led him to sit on the bed. "In a month and a half, we'll leave for Ragus." Rome tensed. "Emperor Ming is being threatened and has asked for our help. We won't be entering the war, but we'll be close, and I don't want you to be in any danger."

"Is it necessary for me to go?"

"I can't live without your pheromones." The eldest pressed his forehead against his. "And I don't want to leave you here alone either. Would you feel comfortable in the palace under the Queen Mother's command? If I leave, I can't protect you..."

"If you tell her not to do anything to me, she'll do your bidding..."

"Are you sure? My mother won't intervene if Lucia messes with you."

"Do you think she wants to do anything to me?"

"Do you doubt it?" Pick laughed without parting their skin. "As soon as I leave, she'll be capable of cutting off your head and claiming you did it yourself."

"But you know I'd never do that..."

"And what good would it do me to know if you won't be here when I return? Come with me, I promise I'll protect you."

Rome hesitated, but he knew the Emperor was right. He ended up closing his eyes and nodding. It was best to cooperate, or the Empress might actually kill him.

***

When Rome arrived at the training camp, he was afraid. The first time he'd met him in the past, he'd had a hard time with the soldiers; from what he could see, a lot of new people had joined the army. Surely they wouldn't want an Omega like him around.

However, this time he wasn't alone. The Emperor held his hand tightly, giving everyone the perspective that they were a couple.

"Good morning," he greeted them with a serious face. "Some of you already know Rome, but those who don't, I'll introduce you. He's my Consort and soon-to-be my second husband. He'll be training here starting today, so I want to leave you with a warning. If anyone mistreats him or even dares to look at him dirty, prepare to be stabbed to death. Actually, come to think of it, it might be good practice. Would you like to do it right away, my love? Did any of them give you dirty looks?"

Rome shook his head, watching as everyone lowered their heads in fear.

"Excellent. I expect everyone's cooperation; Porsche will assign someone to teach you how to use basic weapons. If anyone dares to bother you, let me know, and I'll come and cut their jugular myself."

"Pick, dear, calm down. They'll be good to me, don't threaten them..." The Omega blushed at what he was about to do and kissed the older man on the cheek. "I don't want to see blood today, but rest assured, I wouldn't mind seeing it later. I'll let you know."

The general held back his urge to laugh. It was obvious Rome and the Emperor were joking with the soldiers, yet no one seemed to take the threats lightly. In fact, that was a problem. None of them wanted to work as a team with the Omega because of the fear he caused.

Being covered in the Emperor's pheromones was enough to make all the Alphas want to flee, and the Betas didn't want to take the risk either. Luckily, Earth was there too. Porsche approached the Omega with the young soldier; in their presence, Mix hid behind Rome. The consort didn't know if it was the general or the Beta; he sincerely hoped it was the latter.

"Teach them the basics. First, how to shoot arrows. Be careful not to hurt each other." The general was in a good mood; Mix's reaction made him laugh. "Using a sword is a little dangerous, let's leave that for later."

"Yes, sir!" Earth replied with a smile. "Your Highness Rome, come with me."

The Omega quickly took his servant's hand and pulled him away from the man. There was no way he'd leave him by his side, especially since he saw the boy blushing slightly.

"Are you okay? You look red. Do you have a fever?" The younger man's face rose. "Or did seeing the general do that to you?"

"Your Highness, don't be mean to me," the little boy replied, snuggling further into his arm. "Smelling the general reminds me of what happened to me; I'm ashamed that he knows I used his pheromones to calm me down..."

"Don't be silly," Rome wrapped one of his arms around the other's neck. "He's a grown man, and he also has a partner. Helping a teenager is of no importance to him. You can relax about that."

"I'm still very embarrassed, sir..."

"Forget it. Let's focus on Earth's explanation, lest you accidentally shoot me with an arrow." They both laughed. Obviously, the joke didn't please the nervously trembling soldier.

Harming the Consort after the Emperor's threat was a direct death sentence. Before even letting them touch an arrow, he explained in detail the dangers of holding a weapon. Far from being scared, the Omegas' excitement at learning something new was tangible.

"If you hit the tree, I'll give you a foot massage," Rome commented in a laughing voice. "If I hit it, then you'll give it to me."

"Could I have blueberry jam instead of the massage?"

"I can give you both." The consort shot the arrow, missing the target. "Your turn."

Of course, the servant also missed miserably. Their laughter could be heard throughout the camp. Despite their initial fear, some soldiers were amused by the failed attempts. A couple even approached to offer advice.

Specifically, those who belonged to Rome's small academy. They already knew of their Master's benevolence, so they spoke to the others to help them lose their distrust.

"Let's buy cranberry jam for everyone," Rome said, celebrating having been able to hit a tree. "For those far from us too, I don't want to exclude anyone..."

"How do you expect them to respect you if you give them things they haven't earned?" The consort turned around at the Empress's question. "Give that to me."

Lucia roughly took the bow and arrow from him. Under everyone's gaze, she aimed at the same tree Rome had shot from before and hit right next to where he had hit. A clear display of skill to make him look lesser.

"I thought I taught you well that time; you'll have to practice more. How can you kill if you don't have good aim? What a disappointment."

"Don't worry, my lady, I'll practice a lot so this doesn't happen again. I still remember you crying in fear and asking me to take care of Prince Ryan. My heart wouldn't want to repeat that episode because I didn't know how to use an arrow..."

The tension in the air increased. Imaginary laughter rang out in the Empress's head, infuriating her. She took another arrow and aimed it directly at Rome, who, far from backing down, crossed his arms, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

Of course, not only Mix but several soldiers also crossed in front of him. The general also came to interrupt the possible attack; he couldn't allow the Royal Consort to be injured.

"Porsche, why are you running? You know I'm just playing with him," Lucia mocked, lowering her weapon. "You're all very dramatic. This is an inside joke between Rome and me."

"I don't find it funny being pointed at with an arrow, my lady." The Omega still had his arms crossed, but nevertheless, he stepped out of the human barrier to face her. "I would appreciate it if you didn't joke with me like that."

The wrinkle on Lucia's lips was clear to everyone. That wasn't a threat; everyone present was sure that if she'd had the chance, Rome would have been dead by now.

"God, you're very sensitive," the Empress said, throwing her bow to the ground. "Mix, how do you stand your Master? It must be difficult. How are you, dear?" The little boy hid behind Rome. "There's no need to be so shy; after all, the three of us are equals now."

"Pardon?" The servant made a clear face of confusion, but Rome took the hint.

"Yes, tell me, how did it feel to ride my husband's penis? Did you have fun? If you need any advice, you can ask Rome; he's an expert." The boy, along with several soldiers, blushed at the implication of the woman's words. "What's more, if you do it right, you could even take his place."

"My lady, I..." Rome raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

"You can rest easy, my lady. I will take care of training Mix to please His Majesty."

She burst into mockery. She was even clutching her stomach at the sheer volume of laughter. The Consort looked at the men surrounding them, signaling them to leave him alone. He hated being humiliated in public.

"I knew you would eventually give in; after all, he is younger and prettier than you." Lucia fixed her hair and clothes, still giggling. "And to think you threw Emma out for your fiancé's lover. How ridiculous."

Rome watched her go and clenched his jaw. He felt anger rising in his body, but it was best to do nothing. He had to protect Mix.

"Your Highness, why did you do that? I have done nothing to the Emperor."

"If I had told the Empress that her plan went wrong, she would have been upset. I'm protecting you, fool..." He squeezed the younger man's cheek. "Say yes to everything she says and run away immediately. You know the Empress isn't a good woman."

"Okay, Your Highness, but I really didn't touch the..."

"I know, have you forgotten I was there?" Rome pointed at the Beta who was still standing next to them. "Earth was the only one affected..."

The aforementioned covered his face with his hands. The shame of that was still fresh in his mind; he could barely look Mix in the eyes.

"But if she thinks that, everyone else will think that. I don't want them to..."

"It's better that they think that." The Consort picked up the bow and arrows from the ground. "I know from experience that if you have the Emperor's favor, no one will dare touch you. You have to learn, Mix. Here within the palace, there is a silent battle of powers. It's best to stay on the side of strength, or you could end up very badly. Let's keep practicing."

***

The practices continued daily, as did the encounters between the Emperor's two Omegas. Porsche was uncomfortable with this. He needed to tell his friend that the tension between the Empress and Consort was increasing day by day, even disrupting army training.

"They really could end up killing each other one of these days..."

"You know? We have an impending war right in front of us; I don't have time to worry about Lucia and her stupidity. If she touches Rome, I'll lock her in the dungeon until she's a grandmother."

"What if you forbid her from going to the training camp?"

"How difficult could it be to control them? Have them practice in separate places." Pick shuffled several papers with stress. "How are Rome's skills going? Has he progressed, or is he still a mess?"

"He's improved a lot. Soon Earth will teach him how to use a sword..." And the general wasn't lying. The Consort might not have been the most skilled, but he could already hit close targets without missing.

He and Mix practiced for many hours, yet the elder was more skilled. For example, the servant kept missing and causing the arrow to bounce, sometimes accidentally wounding someone.

"Be careful, or you'll stab me," Rome mocked. "I don't want to feel that pain in my gut again."

"Oh yes, you told me. Your recovery must have been difficult. Who looked after you? Emma?"

"Unbelievably, the Empress and the Queen Mother. Pick made them do it."

"No wonder they hate you." Mix immediately covered her mouth. "I mean, the emperor putting them in charge of a servant must be a disgrace to the ego..."

"You know, I'd never thought about that before. I was very weak after the attack; I lost a lot of blood. I slept for almost a whole week. I barely woke up to eat and fell back down."

"The important thing is that you recovered, Your Highness."

"Yes, I was lucky because the doctors treated me as soon as I arrived. In fact, Pick also had a fight with the empress because of me. He didn't care that she was pregnant and made them treat me first."

"From what you've told me, you were in much worse condition than her. I'm sure the emperor was scared."

"Everyone." He gave a light laugh. "Even the Queen Mother. I don't know why she thought I was pregnant." Mix paled; the subject still made him nervous. "I remember her asking me about it because the arrow pierced my abdomen. The worst part is that because of her, when I woke up, I thought I was having a miscarriage in the bathroom. How embarrassing! Now that I think about it, the general found me with my pants down!"

"You're laughing about it, but it all sounds so ugly..."

"It's been a long time. There's no point in botching up the negative emotions from that moment." Rome looked for arrows and saw that they had already run out. "Can you get more?"

The boy pulled away, and a sigh escaped the Omega's lips. Mix wasn't wrong when he said it was difficult and horrible. If he had died in the forest, he wouldn't have experienced all the comforts he knew now. Since that day, for some reason, he had become much closer to his current partner. Still, he sometimes thought about Din.

"God, I thought he'd never leave." Someone pulled him out of his thoughts.

"What do you want, Emma?"

"You don't have to be defensive with me." She flashed her best smile. "Remember, I'm your friend."

"You were, past tense. You betrayed me."

"Okay, was. So, as your ex-friend, I'm here to ask, are you going to need herbs this month?"

"Why wouldn't I need them?"

"Well... your assistant... eh, forget it."

"What? You started, now finish. What about Mix?" Emma bit back her grimace. He fell right into her trap.

"Well, he said you're trying to conceive." The omega frowned. "He said that ever since you were in heat, you wanted to have the Emperor's child. I'm not really judging you; things seem to be going well for you..."

"That's not true."

"Really? He said it during a meal a while back. Mix usually has dinner with me and Porsche sometimes. You can ask whoever you want, they'll tell you." The girl looked both ways. "What's more, hey, come here. Rome doesn't believe me that Porsche and I eat with Mix, tell him."

"It's true." The soldier nodded several times. "Mix is ​​close to the general, so they have lunch together too. I didn't know you knew, Emma. I thought you were super jealous."

"Excuse me?" This time it was the omega who was surprised. "They eat alone without me?"

"You didn't know?" The boy's face drained of color. "Well, I'm leaving."

"From what I see, Mix is ​​going to end up pregnant before you." Emma spewed venom, the new information twitching every muscle in her body. "I'm leaving. I have to talk to Porsche."

Rome watched her leave and angrily threw the bow at the grass. He couldn't believe his former best friend's words. He constantly told his assistant to stay away from the general, so why did he stay by his side? And worst of all, why was he spreading rumors about something so delicate? When he told him about his fears, he never thought Mix would be capable of betraying him.

"Are you talking about me behind my back?" he asked as soon as the young man returned.

"Your Highness...I...I..."

"Are you talking about what I told you about me being pregnant?"

"No...it's not what you think...I did say it, but..."

"Silence." Rome felt hurt by the little boy. "I don't want to hear you, let's go."

The consort didn't know what to do. Whether to kick the boy out or not. He was very fond of him, so much so that he believed him blindly and told him his story. He made himself available on a silver platter for the entire palace to hear. What other secrets hadn't his servant kept?

"So that Let's be clear, I'm not trying to get pregnant." He concluded, walking quickly to leave him behind.

He didn't want Mix to see his tears.

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Something inside Rome snapped with Mix's betrayal.

The only person he truly trusted within the palace turned out to be disloyal and a gossip. For the first time, he realized the grandeur and loneliness that surrounded him; without the little boy by his side, he felt susceptible and vulnerable to any attack.

Since his friendship with Emma had ended, he focused all his energy on the teenager. He had grown accustomed to the constant company of his faithful servant; the mornings where they had breakfast together and then trained seemed distant.

That night, he practically didn't sleep; he spent it tossing and turning, overthinking each and every conversation he had with the servant. How much personal information had he told the boy over time? Had he ever said anything negative about the Emperor? He knew Mix was aware of his poor relationship with the Empress and the Queen Mother.

Would Mix use that to his own advantage?

The day after the revelation, he didn't even get out of bed; his body was aching from the lack of sleep. Mix entered the room as usual and approached him cautiously. The younger man's face clearly conveyed the fear Rome now caused him. It made him feel worse.

"High... Highness Rome, are you all right? Are you sick?"

"I fell asleep," he replied tersely. "I'm going to take a bath, bring me my breakfast."

His anger at the revelation of his secrets prevented him from being friendly. He could barely bear to let the young traitor continue to care for him. He really wanted to request a change of assistant, but the promise and the guilt over the boy's situation compelled him to keep him by his side.

As ordered, Mix brought only his breakfast and remained standing while he ate. They didn't exchange glances or words; the atmosphere was tense. The consort wanted to cry due to the helplessness of having to restrain himself for fear that his words would be heard by the other servants.

"I'm going to lie down for a while," he said when he finished. "Take the dishes to the kitchen. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Aren't you training today, my lord?"

"No, and don't ask any more questions. Go." Being rude to the only person he considered a friend hurt him. His whole being wanted to apologize and even hug him. Mix's smell, laughter, and joy enlivened his daily life.

Without it, he felt depressed.

He cried in the sheets when he was alone. He barely got out of the pillowcases at lunchtime and then wrapped himself up again. The sadness and disappointment wouldn't go away so easily.

Before he knew it, a week had passed and nothing had changed. He hid his sea of inner pain from Pick. He lied, saying his red eyes were due to a combination of dust allergies and a cold. Obviously, the Alpha didn't believe him because he knew him well enough to know when he was lying. However, he didn't press him.

The guards informed him that his fiancé had apparently had a fight with his personal assistant. They commented in surprise that they hadn't gone out for walks together in a while and that they no longer heard each other's knowing laughter. All the soldiers also mentioned that Rome seemed moody and sensitive.

Not just with Mix; the Consort seemed irritated and bitter with everyone. His patience was at an all-time low. He barely ate; he often told them his stomach felt strange. Even his private lessons were suspended.

And this, rather than worrying the Emperor, filled him with emotion.

"What's wrong with my Omega?" Even though it had been more than half a day, the Consort refused to get out of bed. He didn't feel like doing anything.

He missed Mix and his cheerful words, yet he didn't want to tell the Alpha. He was ashamed to tell him about the rumors that were surely circulating around the palace.

"I... I don't feel very well," he whispered, leaning against the Alpha's neck to sniff his pheromones. "I'm feeling low on energy. I want to lie down all day..."

"Then lie down all day..." Rome pulled away from him and turned around so he wouldn't see him cry. With that action, Pick took the opportunity to hug him from behind. His hands surreptitiously went to his abdomen. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mmm... can you get me some blueberry jam?" It was silly, but eating that made him feel closer to the other Omega. "I feel like eating it..."

"Whatever you want." Pick identified the symptom. Cravings. His inner alpha rejoiced to know that his male mate was expecting his child after his heat. The baby was perhaps a month and a half old. "Do you have any other ailments? Would you like me to call the doctor to check you out?"

"No. This used to happen to me when I was young." The Consort pressed himself more tightly against the other's body. "I just need a big hug and it'll go away. It's a period of adjustment."

"Adjustment to what?"

"To this life, dear. To the solitude of the palace. Sometimes I miss the time when I was nobody; I miss my family and friends so much."

"I'm your family now." The Emperor released many of his pheromones as he carried out the task of joining their bodies. "And you have Mix. He's your friend. I don't know what happened between you, but I'd like you to get things right. It's important to me that your mind be at peace. That's essential to maintaining a... healthy marriage."

Pick didn't know if Rome was aware of the pregnancy or not. The boy was young and inexperienced; if he hadn't been aware of the previous pregnancy, the same would surely happen this time. And if he thought about it, that was for the best.

He knew the Omega well enough to know that he would go mad and even want to interrupt the fruit of their union. The Emperor wouldn't allow that; he would watch over him obsessively to avoid any harm.

"Make up with Mix; he's a good boy," he insisted. "Porsche told me he's seen him crying over you several times. Some soldiers give him apples and sweets to cheer him up, but it doesn't work."

"Really? So many men are approaching him?" He felt scared.

"Calm down. Earth seems like his shadow; I know that, even though you're upset, you ordered him to always take care of him and not leave him alone." Pick smiled at his fiancé's stunned face. "There's nothing I don't know about my beautiful Omega."

"How scary. Are you watching me all the time?"

"I'm taking care of you all the time." Rome closed his eyes and began to cry again. He knew many people were watching him, and that caused him anxiety. With Mix, he had overcome that feeling; without him, all the bad things would return.

Maybe it was best to talk.

"Don't cry, darling. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better in the short term?"

"Stay with me..." Pick clicked his tongue. He couldn't comply with his partner's only request because he had to take care of some matters with Porsche.

Luckily, he came up with something that would calm his pregnant Omega. If his suspicions were correct, Rome would soon feel relief. He separated from the boy and went straight to his closet, grabbing most of his clothes and throwing them on top of him.

A nest.

Something pregnant or endangered Omegas craved. The small ex-servant curled up in the clothes, taking comfort in the extra weight. Pick released plenty of his calming pheromones into the makeshift cave, and just as he thought, the younger fell into a deep sleep.

***

Rome couldn't find the words to speak to Mix.

Although he wanted so badly to fix the problem, he was still suspicious. He was afraid that their conversation would end up in the ears of the entire Kingdom. If he opened his heart to the servant, he might be betrayed again.

Seeing his ambivalence, the Emperor suggested he first try to relax a little. Pick invited him to play with Ryan; the little prince always managed to make him smile.

"Daddy," "Rome," and "Mix" were new words in the boy's vocabulary. It endeared him, especially since he spent almost every week playing with the little boy. And to his mental pain, it also reminded him that Mix always accompanied him in this activity.

"Your Highness Rome, the nannies say it's time for the prince to feed." His assistant approached him, afraid of angering him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt..."

"It's okay." He handed the child to the servant. "Take it to them and come back here. I need to talk to you."

When Mix returned, it was impossible for Rome to ignore the tears.

The boy was easy to read, just like a book.

"Your Highness... please... don't fire me..." he sobbed childishly. "I'm sorry, I really am, but don't fire me. I won't speak to anyone again. I promise, but don't fire me. Mother will be very disappointed. I'm only fifteen, if I don't work here I don't know where else I can..."

"Calm down." The consort choked back his own tears. "I never said I was going to fire you. I just want us to talk."

"Don't lie to me. I know you want to fire me for my indiscretion, forgive me, Your Highness. I love you very much and I never meant to ask if you'd lost a baby. I didn't mean to, I..."

"What? Are you asking that? Who are you asking that to?" The younger boy felt the blood drain from his face. "Is that what you're talking about me?"

"Only Emma and the general, I swear! I haven't spoken to anyone else about you."

"Why are you asking that?"

"His Majesty Pick said he would impregnate you again during your heat." Mix looked confused by the entire situation he was telling him, which only infuriated Rome more because he realized it was all a misunderstanding caused by Emma.

"If you had doubts, you should have asked me. No wonder the general got angry; although I didn't know the Empress got pregnant during her heat, I would have been confused too if I'd heard the Emperor say that..." Rome clicked his tongue. "Well, that's not important. I'm sorry, Mix. I acted like an idiot because of Emma. I shouldn't have trusted her and taken it out on you without talking first. Could you forgive me?"

The response he received was a hug. The little Omega threw himself at him, bursting with joy; apparently, they both missed each other equally. They cried and laughed for several minutes before separating.

"I thought I'd go crazy without you," Rome murmured. "I'm a fool for believing her."

"Your Highness, I was so scared. I really thought you were going to kick me out. I even imagined Mom scolding me for disrespecting you. I'm really sorry."

"Let's forget that. Let's leave the past in the past."

When they returned to Ryan, they were met with a bittersweet surprise. The little boy was in his father's arms, smiling happily; the sad thing was that the Empress was also there, watching them with a frown.

"Did you finish your walk?" Pick approached them with the boy. "Ryan missed you so much."

The little prince, seeing him, stretched out his arms and mumbled, "Daddy... hold..." This caused Rome both happiness and fear. Lucia's furious gaze was impossible to ignore. At least with the Emperor there, she wouldn't hurt him.

With the child in his arms, Rome moved away from them to play on the special mat that rested on the garden. He was careful not to trip over any toys; falling wasn't an option if he was carrying Ryan.

What he didn't expect were Lucia's words, distracting him.

"Rome! Watch out! A snake!" He didn't even turn around to check if it was real or not. He just ran like crazy. He was going so fast that his own feet got tangled up and he ended up crashing into a flowerpot.

The sound of breaking pottery alerted everyone; blood began to stain the garden. No one could understand how the Consort had been quick enough to turn around and avoid Ryan from taking the blow.

Even so, it was his lower back that was severely affected by the impact. Rome scrunched up his face in pain. The prince began to cry loudly; the other servants' attempts to help the Omega frightened him.

He handed the child to Mix and tried to get up, but a shock surge through his back prevented him from doing so. He lay back again and took a deep breath to calm Pick. His face looked as if he were in life-or-death danger.

"Calm down. Just give me a moment to recover..."

"Don't move! It's dangerous!" The Emperor was practically hovering over him so no one would touch him. "Stay still!"

"My dear, I'm fine. I just cut my arm on the pieces of the vase." He pointed to the source of the bleeding. "Calm down..."

Far from calming down, Pick was going crazy. Rome kept telling him he was fine, yet he couldn't stand up because of the pain in his back. That blow could cause a miscarriage.

"For God's sake, get up from the ground. Can't you hide the fact that you like attention?" Lucia's voice enraged the Emperor. "It was just a joke, and look at all the spectacle you're making. How dramatic."

The Emperor drew his sword and pointed it at the woman, causing her to take two steps back in fear. Pick didn't move away from Rome, but if he wanted to, he could kill the Empress with just one move.

"Pick...dear...calm down..." The Empress was trembling with fear. "He and I often play this way..."

"If you kill my son, I'll cut you in two," Pick declared, running the blade of the weapon down her arm, causing a wound. "Take her to the dungeon, I don't want to see her."

Lucia opened her eyes in astonishment and looked at the wounded Omega. In the midst of the struggles, she never stopped staring at him. She couldn't believe that the damn servant had managed to father her husband's child. She let out several whimpers as she left. Would the Emperor completely forget her and Ryan now that a baby was on the way?

From his position, Rome remained silent. His partner's words sounded strange and distant. Which child was Pick referring to? Who was pregnant?

"Alpha... What child are you talking about?" he asked fearfully. "I'm not pregnant..."

"Be quiet." was the only response he received. Carefully, his partner lifted him off the floor and carried him to his room. The doctor was already waiting for them there with several instruments. The Omega felt like crying with every passing minute. He didn't understand a thing.

"Alpha, I'm scared," he whispered, lying on the bed, while reaching for the other's hand for support. "I don't..."

"Be quiet and let the doctor work."

It couldn't be true. The old man gently felt his stomach and even forced him to remove his trousers to examine him better. It was all humiliating and chilling. Was he really pregnant? How long had the Emperor known, and why hadn't he told him?

What if the blow killed his child? Would Pick be upset if he suffered a loss?

Could he even recover from that?

"My dear..." He tried again to get information. "Why... why didn't you tell me I'm expecting a baby?"

"I only found out yesterday," the Alpha confided. "Doctor, talk to me. How is my son?"

The man's face had a strange expression. Pick didn't know if it was fear or bewilderment; all he could see was the old man's mouth opening and closing several times, as if doubting his verdict.

"My lord, please forgive this servant's insolence..."

"What? Speak up and tell me what the problem is. How is the baby?"

"My lord... There is no baby..."

"Did I lose my child?" Rome began to cry, to which the doctor denied.

"I mean, you are not pregnant, Your Highness Rome..." The old man addressed the Emperor this time. "Your Majesty, who told you that the Consort was pregnant? It seems there was a misunderstanding..."

"Rome spent the whole week depressed and craving sweets. I thought it might be a pregnancy; we shared his heat a month and a half ago."

"I understand, My Lord, however, the consort didn't conceive. I'm so sorry." Far from feeling sad, Rome wiped his tears and sighed in relief.

Pick, on the other hand, felt miserable. He had already made thousands of imaginary scenarios where they were happy with their baby. He sat next to his mate and watched him seriously. It was impossible to ignore the happiness in the Omega's eyes.

"I... I'm taking care of myself so I don't get pregnant..." Rome whispered, embarrassed, with a small smile. "I'm not that careless, you don't have to worry. I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Stop taking care of yourself." Pick looked at him with teary eyes. "I want you to give me a child."

"But you said we'd get married first, and then..."

"Then let's get married soon. I want to start a family with you." The younger man blushed. "I promise I'll take care of you. I never want to feel the loss of a child again."

"But we didn't lose him... It was all a misunderstanding..."

"Rome, you have no reason to refuse. Please do it for me."

Those words made him hesitate.

Was this the right time to get pregnant?

***

Rumors of Rome's miscarriage spread quickly through the palace. Even if he wanted to stop it, it was impossible for Pick because during the fall, many eyes saw the blood, along with his threat to Lucia.

In fact, the Empress was still locked away because of her mischief. Some commented that the doctor did everything possible to sustain the pregnancy, but due to the Omega's poor genetics, it was useless. Not even an Alpha as powerful as the Emperor of Araik could save his child.

Of course, Pick was irritated by everything he heard. Unlike him, Rome was dying of embarrassment. He didn't even dare leave the room. He didn't like being talked about, and it saddened him.

He preferred to stay in bed and recover from his injury, because the only truth was that the blow had hurt his back. He had trouble getting up and exerting himself; paradoxically, this confirmed the gossip as true.

And at the same time, it opened his eyes to a new reality. Some servants, soldiers, and even concubines dared to defy the Emperor and, against all odds, visited him. Flowers, sweets, and other gifts were placed on his bed. None stayed long enough to bother him; they just wanted him to know he could count on them.

They loved him.

His subjects appreciated him and were somewhat saddened by his loss. He didn't dare tell them the truth; it filled his heart to feel the sincere support of the people. Pick was also pleased with that. Each visit cheered Rome, so he stopped forbidding them. Of course, he never expected the Queen Mother to also come to his bed.

"My deepest condolences for your loss, dear," she said, handing him a bouquet. "I know it's difficult, but you're a young Omega; you'll be able to conceive soon if you put enough effort into it."

"Thank you for your consideration, My Lady..."

"No reason. You're my son-in-law and almost the father of my grandson." The old woman gave him a sad smile. "I, too, lost a son before having Pick's older brother."

"Does the Emperor have an older brother?"

"He died when he was very young due to an illness." Olga looked somewhat hesitant, but it was clear she wanted to say something. "My dear, I'll ask you something. Did your mother miscarry when she was young?"

"Pardon?"

"Yes, sometimes Omegas have difficulty conceiving, and that's inherited from generation to generation. Do you know if that problem ran in your family?"

"Not that I know of..." Rome felt very uncomfortable. "The truth is, my mother was always very healthy. I'm a recessive Omega because my father was a Beta, but there's nothing else behind that."

"I see. I'm very glad. Forgive my indiscretion; it's just that I was worried about the reason for the loss."

"The reason was the Empress's joke; I fell and hurt myself. It's the first time this has happened to me, so you can rest easy, My Lady."

"That's a relief. Then I'll be going, dear. I'll leave you to rest; you're still a little pale. Remember to take your medicine without fail..."

The Queen Mother left as soon as she arrived. Her questions were quickly forgotten, as was the tragic situation Rome had experienced. The subject became taboo, so no one mentioned it again.

Everything seemed to be going on as normal. Classes and training resumed, and with Mix by his side, the Omega felt strong and full of life again. The palace workers said he was focused on doing many activities to distract himself.

No one judged him, except for one person.

Emma had noticed that, with Rome's new happy season, her personal assistant was also having a great time. They ate, played games, and drank tea together. She thought about putting up with it as usual, but at dinner, when the teenager sat with her and Porsche, the Omega would fly into a rage.

Training with her boyfriend, Mix had learned many new things. They shared anecdotes and jokes that only he and the general's soldiers would understand. She felt isolated and jealous. Porsche swore she would never look at the boy differently, yet she could see something odd in their conversations.

Her boyfriend constantly cracked jokes to make the boy laugh; she only had to walk over in the morning to find them talking before shooting arrows or fighting with swords.

She was fed up.

She needed to get rid of the nuisance, but first, she had to deal with something. It was no secret that Mix had a soldier chasing him all the time. The Beta was hiding, but the skilled servants were very clear about their job.

Emma needed to get him out of the way first.

She told someone passing by that something important was apparently happening and all soldiers should report to the camp. Word spread quickly, reaching the guard, who also responded to the call.

That was her chance.

"Mix, can you take this to the blue stable? Jerry asked me to transport it, but I have a lot of things to do."

"Master Rome asked me to..."

"Can't you do me a lousy favor? You're having a good time the whole time, so help me this once. You're a servant like everyone else. It's just a bundle, please."

Despite his hesitation, Mix grabbed the bag and headed for the aforementioned place. It was a bit far from where he was, but Emma was right. He lived a quiet life, unlike many servants.

Like Rome, he wanted to become someone kind.

He entered the stable and immediately felt strange. Normally, soldiers roamed around the place, but due to the widespread summons, not a single soul was there. He left the bundle on the ground and turned to leave. He didn't like being alone.

The only problem was that he wasn't really alone.

In front of him, four Alphas stood at the door. They all watched him with a chilling smile. Mix felt his heart leap into his throat and tried to run away from them.

He didn't get far; he could never compete against the strength and speed of the elders.

Tears came quickly; he wasn't stupid enough to not know what they were going to do to him. He tried to mediate the situation and prevent his purity from being ripped away.

"No! Don't do anything to me! If you let me go now, I won't tell the Consort! I haven't even seen your faces! I won't say anything, I promise!"

"Poor thing. He thinks he's going to get out of here alive." Those words chilled him to the bone. One of them pulled out a dagger and cut part of his shirt. His chest was exposed to the predators with a superficial wound.

Scared and filled with fear, he kicked out, and luckily, it caused the man to lose his balance. He took advantage of the moment to run away, however, before reaching the door, he saw a familiar figure. Emma hugged him.

"Emma, run!" he said agitatedly, trying to free himself from the girl's arms. "Let's go!"

The girl pushed him away and with a single impulse, pushed him back, causing him to fall right into the chest of one of the Alphas. Mix opened his eyes, realizing the betrayal.

"I'll tell Rome I found you torn to pieces. Enjoy your last time, fool." The young man screamed desperately for help. His mind refused to process that he really had no way out.

A blow to the face silenced him. His body slammed into the ground as all his clothes were ripped off. He blurrily saw Emma's retreating figure and closed his eyes. He hoped to die soon.

The Omega walked away from the future crime scene, laughing. The men she had hired were disgusting, ignorant beasts who hadn't the slightest idea who they were messing with. Surely the Emperor believed they were barbarians who had snuck into the palace and that Mix had unfortunately found himself in the wrong place.

Her evil plan was playing out in her mind when her body suddenly froze. The sensation was so strong that her knees buckled, and she ended up falling to the ground. She recognized her mate's dominant scent immediately.

"My dear..." He ignored her, drawing his sword. "I...I..."

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for her death, which never came. Instead, she heard the commotion coming from the stable. Screams and whimpers loud enough to know a massacre was taking place inside. She didn't move. She was paralyzed and terrified.

Porsche emerged after a while, covered in blood from head to toe. In his arms, Mix was wrapped in the man's outer garments, yet the crimson liquid still covered him completely.

"Darling... listen to me... there's an explanation for everything," she said, trembling.

"No, and shut up. You'll sit there until I feel like it," he declared and left her, knowing it could be hours or days.

Mix alive meant she was finished.

Rome was going to kill her.

***

Earth, like other soldiers, returned in a bad mood after the fake meeting.

No one knew where the instruction that caused them to waste time came from, but when they arrived at the camp, neither the general nor anyone else was waiting for them. The young man went to the kitchen looking for his protégé, and a whisper caught his attention.

"I don't know, the general took him to his room..."

"Did you see the blood? If it was an animal or a person, it must have been torn to pieces..."

"What happened?" The Beta was surprised to see the bloody shoe prints. Whoever was wounded was surely already dead.

"General Porsche brought Mix from outside. We don't know what happened, but they both looked like they were straight out of a battle." The soldier felt a chill run down his spine. "They say they locked themselves in the general's room. If Emma finds out, Mix won't come out unscathed..."

Anguish grew quickly inside him. He ran to the garden where he knew Rome would be watering his flowers and told him what he had heard. The Consort, hearing this, became afraid and rushed to save his little boy. He didn't even touch the door, just stepped through the wooden frame and found himself confronted by an unimaginable scene. On the edge of the bed, Porsche lay with Mix on his lap. The blood on them created a grim contrast with the nakedness of his faithful assistant.

"What... what did you do to him?" Rome asked in a whisper. At his question, the Alpha looked at him with obvious fury. "Mix... is he alive?"

"Yes," was the General's terse response. It was impossible for the Omega to ignore the overwhelming pheromones in the air; he felt dizzy and wanted to flee, yet he couldn't abandon Mix in the hands of an Alpha.

"General... what happened? Why isn't Mix looking at me or answering my questions?" The man remained imperturbable. "Porsche... Please speak to me."

"Your Highness Rome, I would appreciate it if you would step aside and leave us alone." The Omega was surprised. "Please, My Lord. Leave us alone."

"No." Although his legs were shaking, he wouldn't leave without his friend. "You owe me loyalty, you're under my command. Answer me, what did you do to him?"

Porsche let out a small laugh. He honestly hadn't expected Rome to back down, but he at least wanted to try. Telling the Consort that his mate tried to kill his protégé was like stabbing her with a knife in the chest. He loved Emma too much. How could he betray her like that?

"I saved him. Apparently a group of Alphas snuck in from outside and took him to a stable." Rome stopped breathing. "They tried to take advantage of him, but I got there in time. The blood isn't his, don't worry."

"Where are they? I'm going to kill them!"

"I already took care of them." He gestured to the red liquid still dripping from his clothes. "I'll take care of calming him down. He seems still dazed by the whole situation."

"Don't worry, General. I can do that."

"Rome." The Omega looked into the man's eyes. There was something strange about them he couldn't decipher, and it scared him. "I'll take care of this."

"Mix, do you want me to help you clean up? The General must be busy..." Still, he tried to persuade the older man. "It might be uncomfortable for you..."

"This isn't my first time seeing a naked Omega," Porsche replied, releasing more of his pheromones. "I'll take care of it; after all, I have to shower too. You can go."

The Consort didn't want to leave. He refused to abandon the little boy, who was obviously not only still stunned, but was most likely immobilized by the Alpha's pheromones. If he, being older, felt self-conscious and his instinct was telling him to run away, he couldn't imagine what Mix might be sensing.

"General, if Emma finds out about this, she'll be mad at you." He pulled out his last card. "Let me take care of it."

"Stand back, Rome."

"But Emma will get jealous if..."

"Emma won't say or do anything. Leave us alone."

That was the ultimatum. Despite being the Consort and having more power, he could never outnumber an Alpha as dominant as Porsche. He pursed his lips in disgust and turned away, Earth chasing after him. There was no point in trying.

The door closed, and the general let out a deep sigh. The boy in his arms had stopped trembling, but that didn't relieve him one bit.

"Mix..."

"What are you going to do with me?" His voice sounded tired. "I know you know it was Emma who did this to me."

" "They didn't manage to touch you..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to tell Highness Rome everything..."

"What do you want to keep quiet? I'll do whatever you ask."

"Really? It's not very cooperative of you to keep me immobilized with your pheromones, General..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want the Consort to find out. Tell me your price; I can give you anything you want, not only for you but for your family as well."

"I want revenge." The boy pressed himself against the older man's body, trembling again. "I want her to suffer."

"Revenge? You're not like that..."

"General, are you aware that the Consort will demand the head of the culprit? Why should I keep this a secret? She threw me into the arms of those filthy Alphas. They may not have made it to the end, but they certainly hurt me. I didn't open my mouth, but I have several cuts on my body. Do you think I don't feel pain? My blood is mixing with those bastards' right now."

"I'll help you, but don't touch Emma." Porsche felt his eyes sting. "Please..."

Mix nodded silently and leaned against his chest. He already had in mind the quickest way for her to suffer without having to lay a finger on her.

What's more, no one would touch her again.

***

Rome didn't need to look back to know that Earth was following him. The man's tense footsteps were almost as heavy as his own, yet he didn't stop until they reached his room.

There he turned and, unable to stop himself, raised his hand to slap him. The boy's shining eyes made him stop, so he lowered his arm and pushed him away, not knowing what else to do. Every inch of his body trembled with rage and helplessness. Tears flowed one after another, causing even the soldier to shed a few.

"What the hell were you doing?!" he yelled, crying even harder. "I told you to take care of him! Where were you hiding?!"

The man knelt before him, unable to justify himself, and held out his sword. A clear indication that he was putting his life in the Consort's hands to do whatever he wanted.

"You and I both know this is no coincidence. Someone tried to harm Mix! If the General hadn't arrived, he... he..." he burst into tears again.

"Forgive me for my sin, Your Highness Rome. I betrayed your trust. Please take my life as punishment for my lack of loyalty."

"Don't be silly," he replied, crossing his arms and kicking the weapon away. "I could never kill you."

"What's going on here?" Pick's presence frightened them, especially since the Alpha was gripping his own sword tightly.

Rome quickly realized his mate was on his way to wounding the Beta, and he, faithful as ever, simply lowered his head, awaiting his fate. He had to run to get in the way.

"Darling, calm down. Nothing's happening."

"No? Why does it seem like this disgusting Beta is swearing eternal love to you?" They were both surprised. "Does he want you to take his life if you can't reciprocate his love?"

"No, Mix was attacked, and he's apologizing for neglecting him." Pick narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "Earth, go."

The boy didn't wait for another word, practically flying before the Emperor's fury snuffed out his young life.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

"Go ask Porsche. He just kicked us out of his room to take care of him himself." The Omega hugged him, letting tears soak the other man's clothes. "They tried to harm my friend..."

"Did they really attack him? Who did it?"

"I don't know, and I want you to find out for me..." Rome pressed himself against the other man's chest. "Because of me...for not taking care of him..."

"Darling, it's not your fault." He hugged him back, surprised by Rome's heartbreaking cries. "I'm going to find the culprit and lay their head before you. Would you be happy with that?"

"Only if you torture him first," the Omega laughed along with the man. "Yes, that's enough, although I have another favor to ask. I want Mix to come with us. I refuse to leave him alone."

"You know it's dangerous."

"I'll go with Mix or I won't go, your choice."

"Rome, I can force you to come with me. Remember who the Emperor is here."

"I'm just asking you for a favor," he whispered, rubbing himself while releasing pheromones. "We'll behave, please. I don't want to leave him alone in the palace. I'm begging you..."

"Imagine for a second if we're attacked and he gets hurt. Can you handle the guilt?"

"I'd rather do that than blame myself every day for abandoning him here. Can I count on you?"

"You know that if it's something that will make you happy, I will always do it, my Omega."

"I'll reward you, my Alpha..."

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Porsche cleaned Mix as much as he could before taking him to his room. Many eyes were still following them, but the boy refused to stay by his side any longer. The General then set about solving his biggest problem.

Emma remained kneeling in the same place where he had left her. Being a very remote stable, it was obvious the caretakers hadn't yet returned to their duties.

"Thank goodness you're back." She hugged him, breaking the previous order; the Alpha's return so soon meant he forgave her. "No one saw me, we can leave before..."

He pushed her angrily. The girl fell back, incredulous at the brusqueness she had received from her lover.

"I have to fix this mess." Porsche looked down at her, his face wrinkled. "Go to my room and clean up the blood. When you're done, gather your things and leave."

"Leave? What do you mean?"

"I can't be with someone like you." Although it pained him to hurt her, it was more important to save her. "Ask for a shared room. I don't want to sleep next to you anymore."

"No... Alpha, you can't do this to me. We're bonded..."

"Do you really believe in that stupid legend? I used it to manipulate you!" Tears left the Omega's eyes, so he had to avoid looking at her or he'd give in. "I don't want you to appear in front of me again..."

"It's because of that idiot, isn't it? What did you do with him? Mix knows it was my fault."

"I threatened to hurt his family. He'll stay quiet as long as you don't mess with him. Don't push your luck, Emma. I can't protect you if the Consort finds out. Stay locked up for a while."

"Don't do this to me. I love you..."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done something so stupid."

" The smell of blood coming from the stable where the massacre occurred mingled with the servant's sobs. No matter how much she pleaded, her companion never turned around; he just walked away, shedding silent tears.

***

His personal assistant didn't show up for work that morning; worry that something might happen to him caused Rome to not even finish his breakfast. As soon as he could leave his chambers, he headed to the little boy's. He knocked on the door a couple of times before a faint voice allowed him in.

"Mix... how are you feeling? I heard you had a fever last night..."

"Your Highness..." The little boy burst into tears, unable to bear it any longer. Rome immediately hugged him in an attempt to comfort him. "It was horrible. I was so scared, they... they..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you." The older boy cried with him. "Forgive me, I won't leave you alone again; it's a relief that the General arrived before they went any further..."

"I'm not quite sure about that..."

"What do you mean?" The Consort tensed, feeling his chest tighten. "Did they...?"

"I don't know. They cut my clothes with a dagger, and it scares me to look. I felt a very strong burning..."

"Do you want me to check you?" Mix burst into tears even harder than before, but he nodded, lying down so Rome could help him. "There's nothing. Why didn't you let me treat you? The General..."

"I couldn't move, Your Highness." The boy curled up on his side, ashamed of what he had just experienced. Recognizing his shame, the older man lay down behind him and hugged him again. "I thought I was going to die..."

"But you didn't die. I'll take care of you forever, forgive me. We'll leave in a week. I already spoke to Pick, and he says you can come with us."

"I don't want to be a burden to you..."

"You would never be a burden, I love you, little one. Don't worry."

Mix squeezed his eyes shut and held back the urge to cry. If his Master knew his little one was threatening the General, he would surely be very disappointed. He wanted to call the man himself and tell him not to do anything, but it was impossible to ignore the anger Emma's actions had caused.

He still closed his eyes and saw her laughing at his fate.

He hated her.

***

There was no point in hiding. Porsche knew the Emperor would want an explanation about what had happened. Showing courage, he decided to go to the Alpha's office himself and tell him the truth.

He would lie to everyone, except his best friend.

"Wow, that was quick..." The Emperor sneered. "Take a seat."

"It was Emma." His friend's smile died. "And Mix saw her."

Pick clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair. If the servant knew, they would have to get rid of him, but if he did, his poor Omega would suffer greatly.

"Rome doesn't know," he said. "Or at least he hasn't told me anything. What are you going to do? You know that hurting Mix is a direct death sentence. He demanded the culprit's head..."

"Mix should remain silent. I made a deal with him." The general looked sad and heartbroken. "If he weren't the Consort's protégé, we could kill him, but with Rome's condition as bad as they were when they fought, and his recent loss, I know I can't ask you to do that. I had to give in to his whims."

"Whims? What could a little Omega possibly ask of you to make you look like you've been killed?"

"I'll break up with Emma. He asked me to break up with her."

"Wow, Mix turned out to be worse than I expected..." Pick couldn't believe it. "Why does he want that? Don't tell me he's in love with you."

"You're wrong." The general sighed in defeat. "He wants revenge. What Emma did to him is unforgivable." Porsche put his hands to his head. "You know, I can't forget her smiling face. She looked so happy as Mix's screams echoed in the stable. Do you have any idea how I felt watching her celebrate the fact that four Alphas were about to kill the boy? I can't believe my mate is like this."

"Her attitude shows she has character." The Emperor crossed his arms. "She may be evil, but you have to admit she's a strong and determined Omega. Remember when she gave us the idea for how to take down Din? She's an intelligent girl who wouldn't hesitate to stand up for her own. I don't think you should break up with her."

"I'm bonded, Pick. Of course, I'm not going to end my relationship with her because it hurts me too. However, I have to punish her for what she did. I'll pretend I don't love her while Mix calms down. That will teach Emma a lesson."

"It seems the right thing to do; I'll make sure Rome doesn't get suspicious. If Mix remains silent, we don't have to worry about anything; it's better to focus on the upcoming trip."

"Are you planning to get Lucia out of the dungeon?" The general changed the course of the conversation. Like Emma, he held a special affection for his cousin. "I think she's spent a lot of time there. She must have thought things through."

"I've already given the order for her to be released the day Rome and I leave the palace. I don't want them to cross paths and she dares to mock his loss."

"Do you think she's capable?"

"I don't think so, I'm sure."

The lie about his loss was a half-truth that only Rome, the doctor, and Pick knew. Maybe Mix too. Although at first the Emperor wanted to discredit it, he realized that a failed pregnancy served to silence the mouths of those who judged his partner's fertility.

No one would doubt his ability to conceive, nor would they push for a new child knowing he had recently lost one. He always thought of everything to avoid future problems with the ministers and their stupid questions.

Even those who pressed from court for a fruit of their union offered their condolences after the tragedy. They no longer even dared to inquire about his marriage. Who would hold a celebration after such a devastating death?

***

The news of Emma and Porsche's breakup shocked the entire palace.

Some said the general had fallen in love with another Omega and had been unfaithful. The hunt for the supposed third in the relationship led people to spread the rumor that Mix was the culprit.

Everyone said that after the General saved him and saw how God had brought him into the world, he was smitten. Of course, that rumor drove Emma crazy; she spent her time crying in the halls, not caring if anyone saw her.

The Omega tried to convince her former love to come back, but he rejected her in front of everyone. He even humiliated her and told her he didn't love her. His last words to her were of hatred and abandonment, as he, like the rest of the army, would leave the next day.

From a distance, Rome watched everything and couldn't help but feel bad for his former best friend. Unwittingly, he asked Mix to bring her candy to cheer her up, and although the boy agreed, the reality was that he never even came close.

He wanted her to be miserable.

"Are you enjoying it?" Porsche asked, arriving at his side. "You know I'm suffering because of the bond too, right?"

"General..." he commented, frightened. "I was just watching..."

"Yes, I see that. You're enjoying your wickedness." The servant didn't reply. He chose to leave rather than face his own actions.

"Hey..." the Beta, who had become his shadow, stopped him. "Why didn't you bring Miss Emma the candy the Consort said? Don't tell me it's true you're dating the General..."

"Earth, stay out of my business. I've had enough with your stinky ass following me everywhere." The soldier was surprised. Ever since the attack, Mix had been angry with him.

He knew the boy might be upset at having neglected him. His duty was to regain his favor, as Rome had asked.

"Your Highness..." the Beta commented, kneeling before him. "Mix didn't hand over the candy. He just stared at Miss Emma from a distance until the General arrived; they exchanged a few words and then parted."

"I don't like that..." the Omega commented. "Do you think there's something between them? I'm afraid that because of Mix's experience, he feels he owes him something. Could it be that he fell in love? What if his Omega recognized him as his protector? It happened to Emma, and she became obsessed with the idea that sensing Porsche's pheromones would protect her."

"What do we do, Your Highness? Is there any way to stop him from falling in love?"

"Maybe if he falls in love with someone else..." The Consort looked the soldier up and down. "What I'm going to ask you may sound a little crazy, but... could you pretend you like him?"

"What? Your Highness, but I..."

"Only until he gets over the idea of hovering around the General." Rome approached him and took his hands. "I trust you, Earth, please..."

"I'd be happy to help you, but I have no experience, My Lord."

"I'll teach you. Tomorrow we'll leave for our trip. Let's take advantage of the fact that we'll be away from the palace to close the distance."

"Okay, My Lord. I'll do it..."

"What's okay?" Pick appeared in front of them again, and although Rome tried to be quick, their clasped hands didn't go unnoticed by the Emperor. "Useless Beta, get out of here."

The soldier practically fled the room. He didn't need to sense the Alpha's killer pheromones to know that if he lasted even a minute in there, his life would be in jeopardy. Rome, on the other hand, could sense them. His body was paralyzed and trembling as he watched the man get closer and closer to him.

"Let me... let me talk..." he murmured with difficulty. "Pick... please..."

"This is the second time I've encountered you with that Beta." The Emperor gripped his chin tightly. "Do you like Rome? Does he remind you of Din? Do you adore the lack of pheromones that much?"

"No... it's not like that..." The mention of his former love sensitized him. "She was asking him for a favor... just that..."

"Why are you touching him to ask for a favor?" His grip tightened. "And why do you have to ask him for 'the favor'? You're the Consort, give him the order and he won't be able to refuse."

"Alpha... you're hurting me..."

"I'm very upset with you," he said, pushing him until his legs touched the bed. "Tomorrow we'll go to Ming's palace. I thought about marking you so you wouldn't feel his pheromones, but I see that I'll have to do it more to remind you that you're mine."

His body fell onto the sheets at the same time his clothes were ripped off. Being bitten outside of heat was always painful. He pressed his lips together to keep the moan out and showed his neck submissively.

Pick climbed on top of him and sniffed at his skin. Rome began to tremble in anticipation of the pain; one of the Emperor's hands slid down his leg and lifted it, making their position even more docile.

"Tell me, darling, do you want me to make love to you, or do you just want to feel my teeth?"

"Alpha... love... please... I don't want it to hurt this much..."

"Your wish is my command." His lips were brutally taken. Rome quickly released pheromones to try to keep Pick's fury from overflowing and causing him real harm. He knew the bite was going to hurt, but at least it wouldn't be so horrible if his mind was clouded with pleasure.

During the first round, the Alpha kissed every corner of his body. The Omega didn't know if he was doing it to make him feel good or if he was actually checking for evidence that someone else had touched what was his.

Pick knew exactly where to grope him so he'd lose himself in pleasure. He completely forgot what would happen until they were on their second encounter and the sharp teeth pierced his skin. A strangled cry left his throat; it was impossible to contain himself from the stabbing pain that ran through the back of his neck.

The Emperor's thrusts didn't stop, they accelerated as he tightened his grip on his fangs. Tears left his eyes; the sudden change from pleasure to pain was as if a great blow had stunned his senses. "Forgive me, Alpha..." he began to beg and ask for forgiveness, feeling his wrists pinned against the pillows. "I won't touch him again. Forgive me..."

He knew this was punishment for his inappropriate behavior. He was an idiot for getting so close to the Beta, knowing his mate's jealousy wasn't just a game.

The older man released his brutal grip and, without letting him recover, turned him over. The movement caused more pain in the back of his neck, yet he remained silent. Pick watched him from above with a smile and, without warning, pulled at his hair, exposing his neck.

For the first time in their entire time together, the Omega received two bites in a single encounter. His eyes widened at the sensation; he hugged the Alpha and dug his nails into his back. Pain and heat bubbled inside him, causing him to release pheromones uncontrollably to calm him.

"Alpha... Alpha... please stop..." he whispered through his tears. "I love you, Alpha, I love you, please stop... it hurts..."

"Do you really love me?" the Emperor asked, finally pulling away. "Do you love me, Rome?"

"I love you with all my soul," he said, trembling. "I love you so much, I'm only yours, please don't hurt me..."

Pick showed him a happy expression and then began to lick the mark to heal it. Rome continued to cry under his touch; although the stimulus had become pleasurable, the memory of the suffering he had just felt remained.

"I don't like it when you cry, dear..." the Alpha brought one of his hands to his mouth and touched the small canines with his thumb. "I want to feel you too. I love you, Rome. Bite me."

He didn't resist when Pick brought his neck right up to his mouth. He simply bared his teeth and complied with the request. The double shot of pheromones coursing through his system confused his brain enough to realize that biting each other during sex was a way to strengthen the bond between them.

He released many more pheromones; it felt good to give and receive his mate's scent. His entire body clung to the person panting words of love into his ear.

An "I love you" that hurt and burned, but felt good.

His eyelids grew heavy after that. Although Pick intended to continue their encounter, he gave up. He no longer had the energy to confront the master of his life.

He was at the mercy of the Alpha.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed they were already outside the palace and he was inside a carriage with Mix. His faithful servant was sitting next to him, resting his head on his legs, acting as a human pillow.

"Don't move, Your Highness," the teenager whispered upon seeing him awake. "His Majesty Pick said you would wake up very dizzy and yearning for him. Stay lying down until the carriage stops."

"How long have we been out?"

"The sun is almost setting." Mix opened the window a crack to see outside. "You've been sleeping all day, My Lord. I have food and drinks for you; would you like anything?"

"Pick," his soul whispered.

His head was throbbing, and the only thing that could calm him was the Emperor. His Omega instincts were screaming in the back of his mind, sensing the pheromones of the man who marked him. This time, he felt more sensitive than before.

"Are you cold?" "You're shivering, Your Highness," the boy hurried to cover him, and Rome realized it was the Alpha's clothing. "His Majesty Pick said this would help you until you see him again. He had to go in another carriage with the General…"

"I'm fine…" he replied, feeling something slimy and warm between his legs. "Uh… Mix? Didn't you clean me up?"

"Yes, I did. The only place I didn't touch was..." Rome didn't need any further explanation. He knew of the Alpha's desire to impregnate him.

"Did you bring my herbs?" The boy blushed and nodded. "Good. Don't tell anyone, and put them in my tea. I trust you..."

Rome snuggled into the clothes and leaned back against his servant's thighs. He had forgotten the feeling of being dependent on Alpha pheromones. Unable to stop himself, he began to cry.

He foolishly missed the Alpha.

Breaking all protocol, Mix hugged him. It was an ineffective consolation, but it meant a lot to the Omega. He had just woken up, and yet he was very sleepy. The weakness increased with the minutes until he finally closed his eyes and fainted.

A voice brought him back from the dream world. He would recognize it anywhere; it was his mate. Apparently, he was giving the boy instructions.

"If he wakes up, feed him and then put him back to sleep. I don't want you to leave here without me or a soldier. Understood?"

"Yes, My Lord. I'll take care of the Consort."

"Alpha..." he moaned quickly when he saw him leaving. "Alpha... come..."

He thought his punishment would be extended and that he would be rejected; the good news was he was wrong. Pick practically ran up to him and gave him his pheromones. Rome pressed closer to him, rubbing himself against his scent.

"Mix, food. Quickly." With his companion's help, he ate until he was completely full. He didn't even realize when he fell asleep again. All he saw when he opened his eyes was darkness. The night was already well underway.

His faithful servant was sleeping soundly, propped up on the bed. He stretched, and pain shot up his neck. He placed one of his hands on the spot, surprised to see it was bandaged. In short, the Emperor had overdone it with the bite.

He covered the boy with a blanket and began to wander around the room.

Ragus's palace was just as splendid as Araik's, so it didn't surprise him that the place assigned to them was so luxurious. He looked out the window and a giant garden greeted him. Across the center, a path of flowers that looked like lilies caught his attention.

His mother's words came to mind.

"The smell of lilies is my favorite; your father knew it and, to encourage me, planted many right in front of my room. The man who held me captive never realized that with simple acts, a mere servant stole the heart of his most important prisoner..."

Would Emperor Ming be so heartless as to have assigned them the same place where his mother had once lived? He felt nauseous just thinking about it.

The urge to cry rose in his throat; he held it in so as not to make a sound and wake Mix. He needed his mate urgently because the lack of pheromones was making him act very emotional.

He called him in his mind several times until he miraculously walked through the door. He didn't even wait; he ran to the man and threw himself into his arms.

"I missed you so much. Alpha, where were you?"

"I love how cute you get when you're freshly bitten." Pick reciprocated his gesture and kissed him. "How are you feeling? You slept practically all day. It's already midnight."

"You were... you were very rough with me..."

"If you behaved, I wouldn't have to be."

"But you didn't let me explain."

"You don't have to. Earth already told me everything." The elder looked at the sleeping servant. "Are you sure you're doing that? He could get hurt."

"Have you spoken to the General? What did he say?"

"The same thing he told you. He was patrolling because he was warned of a possible infiltration into the palace, and he heard Mix's screams. There were four Alphas, and he killed them all. He says they didn't even touch him. I don't know if you want a doctor to examine him more thoroughly."

"No need, I did it myself." Pick scrunched up his face. "He's like a son to me, don't get any ideas that aren't true..."

"Rome, you're mine. Remember that well. You belong to me..."

"I know, but I don't like you talking to me like that." The younger dared to look at him with a pout. "I'm a person, not an object."

"You're my Omega." Pick hugged him tightly. "Don't forget that you marked me. Don't you dare look at others, or I'll go crazy. Understand?"

"I would never dare."

***

The news that Ming had invited them to breakfast didn't sit well with Rome. He was still terrified of the man, but Pick swore that as long as he was by his side, nothing bad would happen.

The walk to the table was long. The little Omega just wanted to run away because the scent of the owner's pheromones was everywhere. Luckily, thanks to his mate's bite, he could barely smell him. Two marks were more than effective in keeping his instincts from reacting.

Pick squeezed his hand tightly; unlike him, the Alpha took steps with confidence. It didn't matter that he was in foreign lands, the Emperor of Araik continued to demonstrate his power.

As soon as they arrived, they took their assigned chairs: Ming, Pick, and then Rome. A chair opposite his mate was empty. The Emperor of Ragus gestured to the remaining space.

"I apologize. My wife will accompany us, but she seems to be delayed."

"Don't worry, we're unexpected guests after all. Thank you for the welcome; the room you offered us is very comfortable."

"I'm so glad you liked it!" Ming glanced at Rome. "And you, Consort, did you like it?"

"Yes, sir, thank you very much..." His voice was low and shy, eliciting an even bigger smile from the man.

"Rome, I heard about your loss. I'm so sorry. I hope you can conceive another child soon..."

"We'll get to work soon." Pick interrupted the interaction and rubbed his partner's back. "We're still young; we're in no hurry to do so and put Rome's health at risk. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Before Ming could respond, the sound of footsteps caught the attention of the party. An elegant, elderly woman was approaching the table with a smile. She was tall and quite elegant. Compared to Lucia, the Empress of Araik would be just another Omega.

"My dear, I apologize for being late. I had a problem..." The imposing lady curtsied. "You too, forgive my lack of respect."

"Of course not. Queen Cecil..."

"Pick, my dear, it's been over five years since I've seen you." They both shook his hand, and he placed a kiss on the back of it. "How are you feeling?"

"Very well, My Lady. I'd like you to meet My Consort. We will be married soon..."

Rome stood up to repeat the Alpha's action, but the Omega looked completely frozen. The Queen of Ragus remained as still as if she'd seen a ghost.

"They're like two peas in a pod, aren't they?" Ming sneered.

"You told me you killed that Omega..." Cecil turned to look at her husband. "You said you killed her yourself!"

"And I did. Are you blind?" Another laugh left his lips. "He's her son, but he looks exactly like her. Can you believe he denies it?"

Rome felt his heart sink; like the Queen, his body didn't move. The tremors began suddenly, alerting Pick, who took his hand for support.

"Your Highness Ming, please don't upset my Consort with your theories." His mate intervened and pulled him to a sitting position. "You are wrong."

"Pick, you cannot defend the indefensible."

"Are you going to take it?" Cecil cried, scaring the little Omega. "Are you going to replace me again? Do you think I can't see it's her? You marked her face so no one would want her, but it's her! You can't fool me. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Cecil, please sit down."

"Jasmine! You damn bitch!" No one expected her to turn around and throw herself at Rome; they both fell to the ground. "Don't you get tired of chasing my husband? Damn you! I hate you!"

"Guards, please take Cecil away..."

Rome was on the verge of tears. He couldn't even get up from the floor after the attack. He hadn't heard his mother's name for years; in fact, he'd never spoken it for fear of them discovering his true identity.

"Alpha... I want to go..." he whispered to Pick, who helped him back to the table.

"I didn't notice at first," Ming scoffed as a glass of wine was poured. "I have to admit, when I met you in Araik, you were poorly dressed, so I didn't get a good look at your face, but now, you're definitely the spitting image of Jasmine when she was your age." The old man's gaze turned somber. "In fact, that was the last time I saw her in my bed. Jasmine escaped from her owner. Will you follow in your mother's footsteps?"

"I... I didn't..."

"What will you do, Pick? Your consort is going to escape..."

"Rome is with me because he wants to. I'm not forcing him." The boy hugged him. "Unlike you, he and I love each other."

"Are you sure? Jasmine said she loved me, and as soon as she had the chance, she abandoned me with a disgusting Beta."

"I want to leave," Rome repeated in the Alpha's ear, but he ignored him.

"He and I will get married. If she ran away from you, it's because you were a bastard. However, I have done nothing but give my mate the love he deserves, right, dear?"

"Yes... that's right..." They exchanged a perfunctory kiss. "I love him..."

Ming sighed, irritated by the little boy's response. Although one thing he liked was the fact that he had discovered the truth. Rome was indeed the son of the Omega he loved most with his life. He would never mistake those pheromones. He wanted him too.

***

Ragus's training camp was practically the same as Araik's; the only difference was that it didn't have stone walls, but rather walls of nature. Large trees and undergrowth stretched to the outskirts. The consort found it even more frightening because any animal could hide there and attack.

Perhaps that was the reason why it was that way.

While the soldiers reviewed their plans to attack the enemy, Rome and Mix practiced sword fighting among themselves. Neither of them was good at it, but at least the exercise served to distract them.

Especially Rome. He couldn't stop thinking about Ming's words. He had long since pushed plans for freedom to the back of his mind. With Pick and everyone else treating him well, leaving the palace seemed like a childish whim.

The Emperor said he would give him freedom; however, he was no fool. The freedom he promised was also under his command. Rome knew well that he had no power or control in his own life.

And that made him anxious.

Knowing that he belonged to the eldest disturbed him. He looked away at the forest and bitterly remembered his mother's words. Many times he and his brother listened with emotion to the story of how they achieved freedom; she and their father sneaking into the woods; the fear of being caught and punished for their escape.

The blessing of having achieved their goal and rebuilding their happy life in the north. If he escaped... would Pick find him too and destroy his humanity?

Suddenly, a rough grab brought him back from his thoughts. The very person he was thinking of was the one holding his arm as he shook it.

"Why are you looking over there?" Rome tensed with fear; he knew his companion's punishing eyes. "Is what Ming says true, and are you thinking of escaping from me?"

The Omega was more than certain that the conversation with the Emperor of Ragus would bring him trouble. Pick's jealousy only needed a small spark to ignite and harm him. Rome knew that if he didn't say anything quickly, he would prove him right, so he hugged the older man and made up a quick lie.

"I saw... I saw something move..." He hugged him, hiding his face. "Just... just like that time with Lady Lucia when we were attacked..."

"Guards!" Pick immediately called for his men. "Go inside, you're very pale." He lifted his face and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Mix, give him some tea with sugar and tell him to lie down. Earth, accompany them, don't let them stop anywhere."

The servant grabbed his Master's arm to slowly lead him to the palace. Behind them, they heard the sounds of a battle. Rome turned, surprised because they had, in fact, found spies watching everything.

He thanked heaven.

That would calm his crazy fiancé.

***

Inside his room, Rome sat on the edge of the bed.

He felt a little nervous about the whole situation. He kept thinking about his mother being locked up and her escape. Would he repeat history? But… didn't he love Pick? If he was by his side, it was because he already loved him in some way.

Or didn't he?

He hated feeling doubts and wanting to rationalize everything. Since when had he fallen in love with the Alfa? Did that mean Din was already a thing of the past?

The tea Mix offered him was incredibly sweet, so much so that he disliked it. He told him to make another, and to his surprise, the soldier followed him. Rome didn't know if the plan to deceive his little one was good or bad, but he refused to let him fall for Porsche.

The door to the place suddenly opened, surprising him with the speed of his servant.

"Did they move the kitchen next door? That was quick," he commented jokingly.

"No, but if you want, I can arrange for it." The Omega stood up immediately upon recognizing the voice.

He grabbed his sword and pointed it at the older man. Despite his fear, he wasn't going to stay still. Pick's mark was protective enough to prevent Ming from overpowering him.

"St...Stay back," he ordered, trembling. "I...I...if you come closer, I'll cut you down..."

"Do you really think you could hurt me? I saw you in the field; you're a mess." The Emperor of Ragus laughed at his foolish attempt at defense and walked over to him. "What do you think of the room? It's special to me because it holds a secret. Do you want to know what it is?"

Of course he already knew everything.

"No. I'm not interested in knowing anything. Please leave."

"Well, this is giving me a deja vu." Ming laughed. "Why are you so afraid of me? Aren't you supposed to be Jasmine's son?"

"You tried to kidnap me..." he said, waving his sword. "I'm not afraid of you, but I know what you're capable of. You've wanted me for a long time. You killed my mate to get me!"

The old man's expression changed completely. It was impossible to deny that his expression was utterly confused; as if it was the first time he'd heard that.

"When I tried to kidnap you?" he asked genuinely. "Kill your mate? Isn't Pick your mate? How am I going to kill the Emperor of Araik?"

"Don't think you can play with me! You've hurt me so much!"

"Being with that frenzied Pick is hurting you." Ming sneered and skillfully disarmed him with his own sword. The consort fell to the ground in fear. "Why would I kidnap you? Ever since I met you, I've realized Pick is crazy about you."

The Omega felt tears of terror run down his cheeks. Ming released so many pheromones that it paralyzed him a little. The man's hand reached for his shirt and slid it down, revealing his bite mark.

"He even marked you when you weren't married." The man stepped away, leaving him in his place. "No wonder you didn't throw yourself on the floor and spread your legs as soon as I walked in. That idiot is as smart as his father."

"Don't hurt me..." he begged from his position.

"I can't touch you, dear." The Alpha sheathed his sword. "You are the Consort. Doing something to you like kidnapping you or killing someone you love would be a betrayal of Araik, which is an allied nation. I can't afford to start a war over an Omega; I recommend you think harder about who is causing your misfortunes. Who would benefit from your tragedy?"

The Emperor of Ragus left the room, leaving him stunned. If his words were true, then who kidnapped him? Who killed Din?

He felt a pang in his chest.

The only person who benefited from what happened to him was Emma. She told Porsche about his fears and troubles. What if she allied herself with the General to make him and Pick fall in love? She hated Din and was manipulative. It wasn't unusual for her to manipulate even the most powerful Alpha in the nation to deceive him.

She would curry favor with the Alphas.

That had to be it.

The thought that his partner was the cause of this was dismissed by him. The influence of the brand and his emotions blinded part of his common sense. He felt so attached to Pick that it was impossible to see him as the bad guy.

When night fell and his partner appeared, he quickly threw himself into his arms. He needed the calm of his scent after a whole day of thinking about everything that had happened in the last year.

"Earth informed me that they found you crying this afternoon. Were you very scared in the field?"

"Yes, dear, but that's not why I was crying..." Pick raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Emperor Ming came."

"What? When? Did he do something to you?"

"He didn't do anything to me. I confronted him and pointed my sword at him." The Omega shrank into the other's chest and looked him in the eye. "I complained to him about kidnapping me, and he denied everything. Tell me the truth. Was it all a plan of yours to deceive me?"

The Alpha clenched his jaw; his eyes darkened as he pulled the boy away from his body.

"Rome, I hope you don't take what I'm about to tell you the wrong way, but..." He placed a hand on his cheek. "Are you really that innocent?" The Omega didn't understand. "Do you really think Ming is going to accept what he did? Do you know that attacking my supply wagons and trying to kidnap my Consort is a direct declaration of war? Do you think he would accept the blame? Forgive me, but you are guilty of being naive."

"I..."

"I know you're not well-educated in matters of war, but you know very well that we have a good relationship with Ragus. Ming wouldn't be foolish enough to admit that he tried to kidnap my current Consort; that would break all our alliances. Or do you want them to break?"

"No! Of course not. I know that alliances serve to keep the townspeople from suffering from lack of supplies..."

"Then don't bring it up again. I don't want to start a war and have my people suffer." Pick squeezed his shoulders tightly. "Now that I know Mix's mother, I have to be more careful. Don't you think so?"

"Yes... I'm sorry." Rome hung his head guiltily. "I won't bring this up again, excuse me."

"And I have to tell you, it hurts me deeply that you doubt me."

"No, Alpha! Forgive me. I don't doubt you. I never would. I..." And he stopped. It was still hard for him to say it.

Pick smiled.

"I love you too. Listen to me, Rome." This time he let go of his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. "I never thought I'd love someone so much. You've become a part of my soul. You're the most beautiful thing I have in my life. I love that you're my Omega, my beautiful Consort."

The younger man blushed. The man's hands opened his shirt and his lips touched his mark. A small, pleasurable gasp came from his mouth. He watched as the Alpha opened his own clothes and revealed his scar.

He kissed him too.

An exchange of pheromones and caresses in the union that resided between their skin. The act calmed Rome's insides. All the thoughts that had troubled him faded away, leaving only the pleasurable feeling of closeness with his mate.

"Leave the past in the past," Pick whispered in his ear. "Our present is more important."

He nodded, closing his eyes.

Pick was right.

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The reciprocal kisses quickly turned into something more intimate.

Rome found it incredible how much sex he could have with Pick in such a short time. Perhaps it was the bond they shared, or something else, but the desire to merge with the Alpha constantly ignited his nights.

The Emperor often sought him out as well. Although they were in Ragus's palace, that didn't stop the former servant's moans from escaping into the corridors. Unbeknownst to him, the wall of the room was especially thin. On the other side, Ming heard everything while caressing a necklace with a white flower at the end.

A curse escaped his lips.

He missed Jasmine.

Seeing Rome brought back painful memories. If the boy had longer hair, he would be a very similar replica of his mother. He didn't care about the denials; the peach scent was the same. He dreamed for years of feeling it again, so no one was going to tell him he was wrong.

Every day since he killed her, he regretted it; the rainy night when he let his rage take over was his own sentence of pain. How could he extinguish the flame of the only person he'd ever loved?

He needed to have Rome.

He continued listening to them until their encounter ended, giving way to a disturbing silence. He huddled closer to the hard surface and waited for them to make another sound.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you..." Pick's voice crept into his ears; it was low but audible. "Tomorrow at training, I'll assign someone to help you improve your sword skills. Today was stressful, wasn't it?"

"It was..." Even his sighs sounded like his mother's.

"You have good eyes, dear. None of us had noticed it because he was a Beta."

"Yes... I saw a shadow moving very fast."

"I hope that's it, and not that you have an exceptional ability to attract Betas. You seem to like them a lot…"

He found the answer he was looking for.

Pick was definitely just as jealous as his father. The boy mentioned that his mate had died; that was a clear indication that the Emperor of Araik was moving his pieces from the shadows.

How difficult could it be for the Omega to distrust his mate?

Ming was plotting an evil plan, unaware that Rome was completely blind. Nowhere in his mind did the thought that the one who swore to love him was a bad person reside.

"So, you always surround yourself with Betas? Are they your fetish?"

"No, Alpha. It's all a coincidence. I swear…" The Omega began to tremble. He felt very vulnerable because of the bites; the mere thought of his mate punishing him made him want to cry. "I'll never look at anyone other than you, I promise..."

"I'm joking..." Pick replied, seeing him flinch in fear. Although, if he was honest, he enjoyed Rome's weakened mind when he was under the power of his pheromones. "I know you wouldn't do something as foolish as lay eyes on another person, much less a disgusting Beta. In fact, I'd rather you didn't speak to any of them."

"Why? Don't you think it's too much?"

"Why?" he repeated in a deep voice. "Is it hard for you to stop?"

His essence was released, causing the younger to cling closer to his body as he trembled and shook his head several times. Pick found the action very pleasurable.

It was impossible not to smile.

***

Sword fighting wasn't easy.

The weapon was heavy and cramped his arm. The movements were difficult to make without the handle slipping from his hand and ending up slamming the sharp blade into the ground. Like him, Mix also had difficulty even lifting it. They didn't understand how the soldiers could fight with swords so fluently.

Rome was engrossed in practice, trying in vain to hit a straw doll, but without warning, someone groped his chest. Seeing the unknown hand touch him caused him to take two steps back, dropping the sharp object.

"Well, then you are a man." Queen Cecil watched him with a smile. "Forgive me if I frightened you, dear, I had to see for myself."

"My lady," he said awkwardly, bowing. "Good... good afternoon..."

"Are you really not her son?"

"No, my lady. I'm not the person you're looking for."

"Good heavens. You can't blame me. If you cover the scarred half of your face, you look just like that stupid Jasmine." The Omega clenched his fists and pretended to pick up the sword so she wouldn't see his angry expression. "Are you sure you're not lying to me? Denying your mother is a sin."

"My lady, my parents, and I were born and raised in Araik. I regret not being who you expected."

"Although you smell strongly of your Alpha, beneath that scent I can sense some of the peach stench she had." Cecil approached him, making him back away. "It's such a strange coincidence. In fact, I swear that if her relatives saw you, they would think the same."

The consort was surprised.

"Did she... did she have a family?" He couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Of course. She was Ming's concubine, just like you. To be with the Emperor, you must be the daughter of a noble." Cecil explained the obvious. "Her parents are still in Ragus; although they lost much when Jasmine fled, they live in the village. I believe her uncles do as well. Why? Are you interested in seeing them?"

"No... of course not." He obviously longed to meet them.

For half his life, he thought he was alone and had no relatives left. Knowing that his grandparents and even other members of his family were still alive excited him.

Would it be good to visit them?

The topic of conversation between him and the Empress soon changed. She, like Lucia, handled weapons well, and seeing that Rome didn't really desire her husband, she decided to help him improve his weaknesses.

"To properly handle the sword, you must hold the handle this way; Alphas and Betas have more strength, so we Omegas must do it differently..."

Cecil even proposed a small battle between the two. It was gratifying to Rome that she didn't really exert herself; it was clear she wasn't even attacking him with force.

If he was honest, he enjoyed himself. Learning new things always brought him great joy; besides, Queen Cecil also treated him as an equal. He liked that.

In the middle of the afternoon, a servant approached and offered them cold drinks. Perspiration trickled down Rome's forehead and neck, so Mix hurried to wipe it away while Cecil sat down on a nearby bench.

"Sir, would you like me to bring something to eat, or would you like another drink? We have..."

"No, thank you," he said politely, interrupting him. "I have a personal attendant, and he will attend to me if I need anything, thank you very much. You may go."

Mix felt somewhat dazed. He didn't understand why his Master had pushed away the boy who offered to serve him. He wasn't even an Alpha, but a Beta. The younger man looked away in confusion and found Pick watching them with a smile.

Had he forbidden the Consort to speak to other people?

***

At the end of the night, the Emperor of Araik lay down, exhausted. Very soon they would leave Ragus and head for the enemy troops. Going into battle was always stressful, but unlike other times, now he had someone important by his side.

"Darling, would you like me to massage your shoulders? They feel very tense..."

"My sweet Omega, yes, of course, do it..."

A bottle of oil was poured over the Alpha's shoulders before he felt his partner's soft fingers move skillfully. Rome's hands, which had initially been rough from labors in the palace, had become soft and fleshy.

Just what he needed.

"I saw you fighting the Empress today. Did you have fun?"

"Yes, she taught me how to use a sword. Did you know that Omegas must move differently so that our strength isn't brute but rather direct to a specific point?"

"I like it when you learn something new," the Alpha laughed. "You put on a small voice while you explain."

"Don't make fun of me..."

"I'm not making fun of you." Pick pulled him close. "I'm telling you how much I love every aspect of you."

"Alpha..." he whispered, blushing. "Don't say such embarrassing things..."

"I'm not ashamed." He squeezed him. "You worked very hard today. Tomorrow you can take the day off. Do you want me to send for something special? Maybe you can continue teaching Mix how to read."

The Consort hesitated over whether to speak. The Alpha knew of his true origins. Perhaps if he told him, because of the love he professed for him, he would let him see his family.

"Darling..." he stammered against his chest. "Can... can we go to the village?"

"To the village? In Araik? You'll have to wait until we get back." The eldest gave a small laugh. "Do you want to visit Mix's mother?"

"Uh... no. I meant the village of Ragus..."

"Why?" He didn't like the tension in his mate's muscles. "What did you talk to Cecil about? Don't you dare lie to me."

Rome hesitated. He could have made up a lie, but he knew several people were surrounding him when he spoke to the woman.

He was sure their entire conversation had already reached the Alpha's ears.

"Mrs. Cecil told me that my mother's family is still alive..."

"What? Did you tell her you're her son?"

"No! Of course not! I denied everything, and she commented on how much we look alike..."

"Do you want to be discovered?" The older man frowned. "If they see the resemblance between you and your mother, they'll know her blood runs through your veins. Are you willing to let your identity be revealed? What will you do when Ming finds out? I thought you loved me."

"Yes, I do," he replied fearfully. "It's just that for a moment I felt happy..." Rome looked at him with crystal-clear eyes. "I thought I had no one left in the world."

"Am I no one?" The alpha pushed him away. "Do you feel so lonely when you're with me?"

"No! Of course not! I'm very happy with you."

"So why do you want to meet strangers? Do you think they'll greet you with hugs and kisses? Haven't you considered that seeing you would remind them of the daughter they lost? I didn't know you were so heartless."

"I don't want that... I don't..."

"You didn't think about that, did you? If your grandparents are still alive, leave them alone. They must have grieved for your mother's death, so why reopen a wound from the past? Don't be so cruel, Rome."

"You're right..." Small tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm very selfish."

"You are, but I love you like that." Pick hugged him against his chest. There was nothing in the world he would let Rome meet his relatives.

It only took a second to imagine him happy with his relatives and saying he wouldn't leave with him. He quickly thought about the omega escaping with their help. He would never allow that. He would isolate the youngest, just as he had done up until that point.

However, his little fiancé continued to cry even after an hour had passed. It kept him irritated.

"If you want so much, we can go. You can cover your face and..."

"No. I don't want to. I wouldn't forgive myself if they saw me by mistake and disaster broke out. Thank you for stopping me before I made a mistake. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"It's okay. You're the love of my life. I'll always be there for you." Rome leaned against his chest, feeling guilty for the temptation to want to meet his family.

Ragus was his mother's prison.

It was best to leave soon.

***

The Consort took his Alpha's suggestion into account and decided to rest that day.

A servant knocked on the door, and Mix looked in. The boy told him that Queen Cecil was inviting his Master to drink tea with her. Although he hesitated, the Omega knew that failing to honor the hostess's invitation showed poor manners.

He was afraid, but nonetheless, he accepted the offer. He sent Mix to notify Pick and stayed with Earth; if anything happened, the soldier would protect him without any problem.

The room where Cecil was waiting for him was beautiful. Despite being inside the palace, thousands of flowers grew everywhere. A few hummingbirds flew over the colorful landscape, making Rome feel strange.

"I wanted a greenhouse inside the palace, and Ming managed to build it," said the eldest, pointing to a chair. "There's a door in the back that leads to the garden. If you open it, it's as if this were an internal extension of the outside."

"This is very beautiful, My Lady," he explained with a bow, taking a seat. "Thank you for inviting me..."

"You're welcome. We Emperors' wives should have good relations with each other." A cup of tea was placed in front of each of them. "Do you like this place? Ask Pick to build you one like it."

"A greenhouse is already being built outside our palace..." For some reason, she felt embarrassed. "I like flowers too, so he had it made as a birthday present..."

"So romantic..." he mocked, sipping. "How old are you? You look quite young..."

"I'll be twenty-four next month."

"Oh! So there isn't much of an age gap between you. Pick dethroned his father when he was quite young; it makes sense that he would have a wife and a Consort so quickly. It's a good thing he's always had a vitality."

"Yes... he and I are only four years apart..."

"And how many children does he have at the moment? Between mine and the concubines', Ming has a dozen." Rome pursed his lips uncomfortably. "You don't have any children yet, do you? You're taking too long, dear."

"His Majesty Pick only has Prince Ryan. The Queen Mother and the Empress have a strict rule that concubines and other Omegas take contraceptives to avoid children outside of marriage…"

"God, Olga is still as old-fashioned as her husband. That's why Pick never had any siblings, what a waste… Oh, but come to think of it, does that rule apply to you too? Is that why you haven't gotten pregnant?"

"I was expecting a baby until a little less than a month ago." Cecil's smile died. "I had an accident and lost it."

"Forgive my indiscretion. No one told me."

"Calm down, My Lady. You wouldn't have to know..." Rome had to drink from his own cup to keep from laughing at the lie. He felt blessed to have deceived the angry woman.

"Jasmine lost a child once too, I think that's what broke her." The Consort looked at her blankly. "The child was stillborn, but to keep her from being sad, Ming gave her another baby to deceive her. Can you believe he brought him to her every day so she wouldn't have time to notice his features? The child's mother nursed him for several months, but one night he died in his cradle. That was common in those years..."

That was new information and contrasted with the truth Rome knew. From his mother's point of view, Ming had taken her own son from her arms. On the other hand, the Queen was very clear that it was all a plan to comfort her.

"With that dead child, everything went down the drain. Jasmine didn't want to eat, and that was driving Ming crazy, so he used reverse psychology and told her she was fat and could only eat once a day. The fool believed him."

Rome felt rage. He still remembered the pain his mother felt for many years because of Ming's cruel words. If it hadn't been for his father, his mother would surely have eaten only one meal until the end of her days. He wouldn't let anyone speak ill of the Omega who gave birth to him.

"Emperor Ming was very impractical. If he had impregnated her again, instead of telling her that, she would surely have eaten for the new baby."

"Yes, he did, but she almost died of a miscarriage." Rome felt like a blow had hit him directly in the chest. "Ming decided to never risk losing her. I don't know what lie he told to keep from getting her pregnant again, but whatever it was, it depressed her enough that she seemed dead in her tracks. I remember back then, Ming was going crazy giving her gifts to cheer her up, and nothing worked until..."

"Until what?" He wanted to cry. Everything he'd ever known about his parents' history was a misunderstanding. He couldn't believe his mother was manipulated to the point that everything she believed was false.

"Oab showed up. Can you believe that with the most powerful Alpha in Ragus, that fool set her sights on a Beta?" Cecil looked at the soldier accompanying the Omega. "Don't get me wrong, Rome. I know there are wonderful Betas, but that one in particular was a disgusting servant. He came from the bottom of the pit."

"All people are valuable, no matter where they come from."

"Darling, I know that being a noble means you see everything through privileged eyes, but believe me, they're different from us. They're like animals..."

"They're not animals!" He couldn't stand it any longer. The urge to cry was about to explode in his body. The helplessness caused by other people's words infuriated him. "I'm not a noble! I was also a servant until Emperor Pick granted me his favor."

"Really?" Cecil didn't seem surprised. "So if you were a servant... what happened to your parents? Were they killed in the north, by any chance?"

Naive and innocent. That's what Rome thought of himself. The whole stupid story had a purpose that he was slow to see. The Queen wanted to pull at his heartstrings to tempt him to reveal the truth.

"My parents died a couple of years ago in Araik. I'm not who you think I am, I've already told you that."

Cecil sipped his tea again with a smile and turned his head to sign. One of the servants who had accompanied her left the room for a couple of minutes before returning with an elderly couple.

The Consort didn't have to look twice to know who they were, especially since the Omega's eyes were just like her mother's.

"I know you're not him, but I'm still impressed by your resemblance to Jasmine. I called her parents to come see their daughter again."

The pair looked him up and down, losing some of the color in their faces. Physically, they were dressed very simply, but the nobility and elegance of their blood was evident. Rome made an immense effort not to run away. He felt he would collapse at any moment.

"My dear, are you all right? You've gone pale..." Cecil's voice pierced his ears, reminding him not to lose his composure. "Were you moved to see your family?"

"They're not my family." "He said, feeling ill. "My lady, I beg you to please stop. I'm feeling uncomfortable with your persistence."

"You don't have to be so delicate." She stood up and drew the guests closer. "What do you think? He looks very similar, doesn't he?"

"He has a certain air of similarity, but he's different." This time it was Grandfather who spoke. "And with that scar, his face looks quite ugly. When we were told that the Consort of Araik resembled our daughter, we thought he was like a double."

"But they do look similar..." Cecil couldn't believe it.

"With all due respect, perhaps your memories aren't so clear," his grandmother added. "Nice to meet you, Your Highness. Forgive us if we make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, you don't." The Omega was quick to show his respect. "This is all a mix-up. Excuse me for not being who you expect."

"You better not be. That ungrateful woman. We gave her everything, and she left us for a Beta."

"Betas are dangerous; Oab was no exception. You know what they say about servants: you give them a hand and they take your arm," the man said.

Discomfort crept back into him. It wasn't just the Queen, but his own family was speaking ill of what he had been in the past. While he didn't want to contradict them, he couldn't remain silent.

"I have great respect for my subjects. I would appreciate it if you didn't refer to them that way." He stopped the criticism. "Before I was Consort, I was a servant myself, so I find your words offensive."

They both fell silent and looked at each other. Cecil sighed reluctantly. He expected an emotional reaction from the younger man, but the maturity and firmness with which Rome expressed that this was not his family deflated his evil plans.

"Well, I'm leaving," she commented with boredom. "When you're done, you can go. Let's go."

Her entire entourage left, leaving only Rome with several of his soldiers and the elderly couple. The Omega felt strange; he doubted they were really alone there.

"Is this your first time in Ragus?" He nodded at the woman's question. "Excellent, are those your subjects?"

"Yes, ma'am, they came from Araik with me..."

The man then began to talk about Ragus. He recounted the wonders of the town and ranted a thousand and more rude things about why his daughter was evil. Rome looked at him, thinking he had gone crazy because his voice was so loud while he explained about the forest and a thousand other stupid things. Suddenly, he felt his hands grabbed.

The old woman smiled at him, mouthing words only he could understand.

"Are you White or Black?" The omega was frightened. He tried to pull her wrists away, but she shook her head and told him to be quiet. "The walls have ears." Only her mouth moved again. "Don't lie to your grandmother..."

"White..." She smiled and let him go. She took a letter from her clothes and tucked it under his robes.

"Open it when you're alone..." Rome nodded, and then the old man finished his speech.

"But anyway, let's not talk about Ragus anymore. How long are you staying? I can see you smell like Alpha..."

***

In his room, Rome devoted himself to reading the letter.

“Hello, beloved grandson. We are so happy you survived. We lost track of you many years ago; we are glad you have a home and a husband in Araik. Your mother would be very happy to know one of her two children survived.

We were in contact until her last days; it is a shame it all ended this way. We feel guilty; it was our fault you were tracked. We should have been more careful sending her information. I hope you can forgive us one day. We are so sorry you got that scar, but we had to avoid being recognized at all costs because you were beginning to resemble her. We love you. Please leave Ragus as soon as you can and never come back. Stay away from Ming, never trust an Emperor like him. We will always be here when you need us, but if possible, disappear. Never stop pursuing your freedom. Burn this letter as soon as you finish reading it.”

Tears rolled down his cheeks. His family knew about him and loved him. Discovering all the truths surrounding his life and that of his parents devastated him. He felt no resentment; after all, his mother had taught him that family was the most important thing.

The fire turned the paper to ash as quickly as the gust of wind that blew it out of his hands. From the ground, he noticed Mix staring in horror. Pick held the burned remains, his gaze dark.

"Go," he said to his personal assistant. "Tell the General that he'll have to continue his training alone."

"Yes, My Lord." The little boy was afraid for his Master. "Your Highness, it's almost dinner time. I'll bring you both food, or..."

"Rome won't be having dinner today. Go and don't come back until tomorrow." The look the Omegas exchanged was the same. Uncertainty and terror mixed.

The rush of pheromones that coursed through him weakened his legs. More than furious, the Emperor of Araik actually looked like he was going to kill him. The mark on his neck began to throb from the strong stimulus. It ached and stung, causing him to cry even more.

"What's so secret that you have to destroy the evidence?" The approaching footsteps shook him with panic. "How long have you been burning letters, dear? Who are you corresponding with behind my back?"

Rome couldn't move or speak.

He was paralyzed.

"What should I do to you?" His breathing was loud and deep; it hurt Rome to move the air in his chest. "I trusted you, and this is how you repay me..."

"Alpha..." He let out a shaky gasp. "Let... let me talk..."

"Do you have a lover, Rome?" Their eyes met. "If you don't want to be tortured, tell me right now who the hell he is."

"No... It's not like that..."

"No? Then why are you trembling as if I'd discovered your mischief?" His cheek turned to the side. He never expected that slap. "Who the hell gave you that letter?!"

"My...my grandmother..." Sobs escaped his lips. "My grandmother, she...she was...I swear..."

"And what did it say?"

"That they know who I am, but they'll keep it a secret..." The Omega dared to look at him. "Please...Calm down...I'm scared..."

"You should be; you shouldn't have burned it, but shown it to me. You just betrayed me, dear..."

"I was afraid Ming would see it." The Emperor's hand that had hit him earlier rubbed his reddened cheek and then slid back.

The tug on his hair was as swift as the exposure of his neck. He closed his eyes and held back the scream the bite caused. If it was so recent, he didn't understand why the Alpha was injecting his pheromones into him again.

Despite that, he silently released his own essence, hoping it would calm Pick enough for him to let go.

The bites of dominance and submission were something Rome was getting used to. In the past, the thought of allowing someone to do that to him was unthinkable. He'd always been strong and independent. He never believed he'd end up dependent on a man as powerful as Pick.

Perhaps that's why his mother ran away.

The letter had said it: he shouldn't trust an Emperor. Pick was one.

The heat of his own blood slid down his neck as he looked at his mate. Something inside him told him to run or it would be too late, yet his legs refused to move.

"From now on, you're going to behave as if you were my servant," the Alpha said, licking the open wound. "I don't want to see you out of my sight for even a second. Understood?"

"Yes..." Of course, Rome was completely unaware that, to Pick's twisted mind, him having a lover would be far better than him talking to his family.

He could kill the lover, but not his entire family.

"If you ever try to run away, I'm going to do something very bad to you," he whispered in front of the mark. "Remember that I love you and you love me, Rome. Don't play with fire, or I'll burn you."

Chapter Text

Attending to the Emperor was something that, even though Rome hadn't done it for a long time, he hadn't forgotten. Bathing him, dressing him, and even feeding him wasn't difficult or burdensome.

What truly exhausted him was returning to his role as a human air freshener; constantly producing pheromones required a great deal of physical and mental concentration, as well as a willingness and strong knees to endure being next to the man.

At the training camp, a tent served as the high command's office. There, the Emperor of Araik was performing his duties while reveling in the Omega's strong scent. It was so much so that Ming couldn't hide his pleasure upon entering; Pick saw him smile gallantly and glanced at his partner, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes downcast.

"What did Rome do to you? Why are you punishing him?" the old man asked, mocking the little boy. "Good morning, dear. How are you?"

The boy didn't respond.

He simply rested his head on the Alpha's leg, keeping his face down to avoid meeting the opposing gaze.

"He can't speak..." Pick didn't hide his smile at the submissive behavior. "My fiancé has lost some benefits for a while. If you want to talk to him, you'll have to wait, Your Highness Ming."

"Don't be so harsh. He's a good Omega, like his mother was... oh, I mean, like Jasmine. The smell is breathtaking here."

"Enjoy it while you can." Pick didn't even pay attention to his companion's trembling due to the obvious way the old man was ogling him. "Let's talk about the ambush plan. We'll soon depart for the borders of Ragus..."

The Omega listened intently to the exchange of information until suddenly everything went black. The sensation of receiving the full weight of his opponent against his lower limb let Pick know that Rome had fainted from exhaustion.

Ming watched the Alpha gently lay the boy on the ground and cover him with a blanket.

"Even though he's at your feet right now, I have the feeling it's quite the opposite," the old man commented. "You punish him, but you care for him. Have you really fallen in love?"

"Why else would I get married?" The older Alpha laughed. "Are you finished? Let's get back to our work."

Pick hated him, however, to ensure the peace of his kingdom wasn't compromised, it was necessary for them to act together. Nevertheless, he had already decided; in the future, he would have to get rid of Ming.

Rome was his.

***

The Consort came to, feeling heavy in his body, and thought that perhaps Mix was watching over him. Instead, he remained in the tent on the ground, Pick's clothes protecting him from the cold.

"Did you wake up?" —His fiancé's voice frightened him, so he twitched in place, stopping his movements. "Are you hungry? Dinner will be here soon. You must eat well; I don't like it when you faint, dear…"

"Alpha…sorry…" He felt his eyes water at the thought of a possible punishment. "I didn't mean to…"

"I know. If you keep behaving, I'll let you talk to Mix. What do you think?"

"I won't hide anything from you again," he said, squeezing the other man's clothes. "I love you, don't punish me again…"

Pick smiled elegantly and nodded, agreeing.

Trapping Rome in pheromones fascinated him because it always made him docile and tender. More than punishing him, his idea was to keep him intoxicated with his scent. Weak and mentally clouded, too far from thinking about anything other than himself.

They ate together on the floor; Mix felt uncomfortable with his Master's behavior. The Omega seemed drunk; he wasn't able to stand on his own two feet and slept all day on the floor next to the Alpha. In the midst of mental limbo, the time to leave to attack the enemy arrived.

Of course, Pick mounted Rome on his own horse. It felt like déjà vu for the Consort, who clung to his Alpha's body and dedicated himself to remembering the Araik landscape.

"Do you like seeing nature?" Pick asked in his ear, making him tense. "My Rome?"

"Yes, Alpha. I love seeing it..."

"I told you you'd see many places by my side," he murmured as he placed a kiss on the back of his hair. "I'm still upset, but I appreciate you enough to allow you to enjoy what I have to offer."

"Thank you for being so good to me..."

"It's impossible not to be. When we reach the final point, I want you to continue behaving well, Rome. You won't be able to accompany me every day, so I hope you don't make me angry."

"What do you mean I'm not going with you? Are you going to leave me alone? Why?"

"Calm down." The major hugged him enthusiastically, sensing the desperation in his voice. "The camp will be a kilometer from the battleground. I can't take you into action. It's dangerous, but don't worry. I'll be several meters away from the fighting and I'll return to your side every night. I promise."

"I know how to shoot arrows and use a sword. I can go..."

"I prefer you stay and wait for me. If you go with me, who will heal my wounds?" The little Omega turned around in fear; his danger instincts kicked in, and Pick noticed. "You have to calm down. I already told you I'll keep my distance; I'm only saying this because having the love of my life waiting for me will give me the drive to never give up. You love me, right?"

Pick's pheromones shot violently against the former servant's body. The other Alphas accompanying them separated, giving them their space. It was no secret that during the day, Rome was usually bombarded with his mate's scent. After that, the boy would go completely mad, closing his eyes and letting the older man do the deed. No one understood the reason for this, but they didn't judge him either. The days in Ragus had made Pick more jealous than usual.

"Yes... I love you..." the Omega whispered, losing consciousness after feeling like his eyes weighed more than a thousand tons. It was so fast that, if it weren't for the Emperor, he would have fallen off his horse.

"Your Highness." Porsche bravely approached, observing the spectacle. "The carriage for Rome is available. Mix is ​​waiting inside..."

Both men slowed down and stopped in front of the horse-drawn vehicle. Inside, several sheets were arranged to form a makeshift bed. Mix held a small metal device with herbs inside.

"Light it," the General demanded. "You'll feel dizzy and probably fall asleep too."

The teenager didn't fully understand what the men were doing. First they told him to drug Rome at breakfast, and now they would put him to sleep for the entire journey. It was too strange.

"General..." he grabbed the man's sleeve in doubt. "Why must my Master remain asleep?"

"We're going through the village of Ragus. Stay inside and don't come out." Was the only response he received.

Porsche closed the carriage door, locking them in, and headed toward the Emperor. He remained silent as he accompanied his friend; nevertheless, he was beginning to worry about the growing obsession he saw in Pick's eyes.

Putting Rome to sleep so he wouldn't have the slightest temptation to get off in the village and join his family seemed extreme. The boy was marked and more obedient than ever. Even so, he didn't contradict him.

And he realized the idea had been a complete success. Crossing Ragus was like a strange blow to his retina. Several people had physical features like Rome's. The shape of their eyes and even their height—there was no doubt the Omega's blood came from there. Thinking about it, Mix falling asleep was perfect.

"Jasmine's family is large..." Pick spoke, as if reading his thoughts. "Ming hid it from me, but Queen Cecil was quite generous with her information. Obviously, she's not going to risk history repeating itself and her husband abandoning her for another Omega."

"I thought he didn't have any family..."

"I am his family; he doesn't need any of these ghosts." The Emperor of Araik looked at his friend seriously. "As soon as we finish this, we'll go another way, far from Ragus. I don't want him to speak to anyone of his blood again; in fact, I want him to forget about them. Only I have to be on his mind."

"Friend, I think you're overthinking things. Rome loves you and would never dare..."

"Silence," he interrupted. "I don't trust him. Until we're married and I mark him, I must be careful that he doesn't escape. I'd die if that happens, do you understand, Porsche?"

There was no point in fighting or arguing.

Pick had definitely gone crazy for Rome.

***

Mix woke up scared in the middle of the darkness.

Someone was hugging him from behind, paralyzing his body. He fearfully pulled away his opposite limbs and kicked the stranger, instantly regretting recognizing who it was.

"Ouch, why are you hitting me?" His Master groped from the sea of ​​sheets. "Are you crazy?"

"Your Highness! I'm sorry! I fell asleep and woke up disoriented..."

"Calm down..." he said, trying to get to his feet. "Are we there yet? I don't know when I fell asleep..."

"Nor I..." Mix averted his face to prevent Rome from seeing the lie in his eyes. He himself had contributed to the tampering with his food. The entire vehicle smelled of incense and herbs. He hurried to open the door before the older man could notice the atmosphere.

On the other side, the soldiers and other servants had already prepared the entire camp. Several tents were set up around the area; a few campfires were lit and scattered, warming the cold night.

The Consort got out of the carriage with the help of his servant and sniffed around the forest. Nature had its characteristic charm; not only the grass but also the earth felt a little soothing; however, something was missing.

“Alpha…” his inner voice echoed in the back of his mind. He needed the man urgently.

He ran through the army as fast as he could, feeling desperate and anguished. The last conversation he had with his partner sounded like a farewell. He saw Porsche in the distance and quickened his steps; so much so that he ended up colliding with someone.

Pick smiled warmly at the sight.

“Darling, you finally woke up…” The Omega rubbed himself against his chest under everyone’s gaze, pleasing the older man. “You were unconscious for almost two days, my little sleepyhead.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I fell asleep like that. It’s the first time it’s happened to me.”

“You fainted while we were riding. I guess all those days of releasing pheromones took their toll on you.” The emperor clasped his hands and pulled him along. “I’ll show you our love nest…albeit a shared one.”

Near the main campfire, a large animal hide tent was spread out. Several soldiers guarded the entrance, giving the impression that it was the safest of all. It had no partitions; it was simply a rustic place to shelter from the cold and harsh weather at night.

"I ordered a special bed to be built for you. It has straw underneath and plenty of sheets for padding. The nights here are freezing, so I also brought you thick clothes. If you ever need anything, just ask me."

"You..." the words escaped his mouth, causing heat to rise to his face. "Uh... I mean... uh..."

"How nice!" Pick replied, throwing him onto the bed while releasing pheromones. Rome tightened the fabric beneath him as he felt his pants leave his legs.

He closed his eyes as the Alpha's mouth cupped his sensitive area. Small gasps left his lips as his mate's expert movements drove him wild. It was impossible to stay still under the constant stimulation.

"Al...Alpha...wait...if you keep going, I'll..." Of course, he didn't stop, but instead accelerated what he was doing until the Omega ended with a long, pleasurable moan.

Pick stood up, swallowing his essence and looking into his eyes. The sight Rome offered him was hot and tempting, yet he couldn't give in to his instincts.

"Alpha? Aren't you going to keep going?" The little boy worried as he watched him hand over his pants. "Did I do something wrong?"

"We're in the middle of a war, honey. It's not right for me to waste my energy on you."

"But...but..."

"I'll take care of your needs." Pick silenced him with a kiss. "Seeing you like this will only increase my aggression due to sexual frustration. You'll help me, right?"

There was no way to refuse.

If his body was an instrument to serve the Emperor, how could he fail in his duty? Pleasure and pheromones.

He would be a fool to say no.

***

The days began to pass, with the soldiers coming and going. What they thought would be weeks quickly turned into months. In the morning, Rome slept; the nights were spent caring for the Alpha. More than anything sexual, the Omega found himself involved in nursing duties he was unfamiliar with and had to learn.

When the sun began to set, the warriors returned, bathing the camp in the scent of blood and death. At first, Rome only treated his comrade; the mark and the pheromones subdued him enough to avoid looking at others. But as time passed and the wound faded, he began to help the others.

Because of this, Pick often pretended to be more bruised than he was and told him to massage his aching muscles, commanding all of his attention. Porsche scoffed at this, yet didn't intervene. Seeing the Emperor happy was enough for him to remain silent and play along.

"This is going on longer than we expected," said the Alpha, allowing the Omega to heal a bruise on his arm. "It's almost been four months. Do you miss Araik?"

"Every day I long to return to our room." Even though time had passed, the mark still dominated him a little. "I want to feel you in my body..."

"I want it too. I promise I'll take you so hard you'll have to knock me out to make me stop..." The Consort blushed, hitting him right where he was applying the ointment, eliciting a moan followed by a laugh.

One of the soldiers handed out a bottle, which Rome grabbed, wrinkling his face as he realized it was damaging his environment. The liquid was a drink to suppress the Alphas' heat and sexual desire. In the midst of battle, it was important to keep the testosterone in their bodies. The aggressiveness of his instincts couldn't be lost to carnal desires.

Although deep down, a part of him was grateful for that. If Pick's heat were to come, it would surely mark him permanently. It frightened him to think about the possibility that the feeling of need would always be on his mind.

Every day he awaited the Alpha's return with longing and anxiety.

He couldn't imagine it would be worse.

The army left the field that morning; everything seemed peaceful and calm until a Beta approached Rome and secretly handed him a letter. He immediately tensed and held it in fear. The fear of being punished again or violently bitten made him tremble. He decided to wait until the Emperor arrived to give it to him.

"A soldier gave it to me; I haven't read it," he explained immediately, handing the envelope over. "He didn't say who it was from. I don't know who sent it. I swear…"

"Good boy," Pick commented, stealing a kiss before opening it. "It's from my mother."

"Dear son, you've been away for a long time.

I'm writing to inform you that Ryan's second birthday will soon be upon us. I hope you'll be here for the celebration.

You may have heard rumors, so I'll clear this up. A group of fools found out you were away and tried to invade us. I took it upon myself to kill them and hang their bodies on the walls of the main palace. Their heads are on stakes in the village to send a message.

All is well here, come back soon. Love, Olga…"

Not just Rome; everyone present who heard the information was stunned. The Emperor's violence was a clear legacy of the Queen Mother.

"And you wanted to stay," Pick mocked the collective silence. "Poor Lucia, my mother can be a bit difficult..."

"If the Prince's birthday is coming up..." The younger man approached him with a smile. "It means yours will soon be here too..."

"Yours comes first, right?" The Alpha interrupted. "I know you don't like to celebrate, but..."

"It's not a very happy day for me..." Rome bit his lip, holding back sad memories. "Let's think about yours."

"If that's what you want, tell me, do you already know what you'll give me as a gift?"

"No... I haven't thought about it... Do you want something?"

"Say yes." He didn't understand. "Think about it carefully."

He replayed his words throughout the next day. Still, to distract himself, he preferred to plan a suitable gift for his mate with Mix. Just like last year, they chose something handmade that the Alpha would value as much as the cloths he used daily. When night fell, the Emperor summoned him.

"I have something special for you today." For some reason, that phrase set off an alert.

The moon was the only thing illuminating the path the Alpha led him along. The further they got from the camp, the more dense the forest became. Rome feared that if he let go of the Alpha's hand, he would get lost and no one would ever be able to find him.

"We're almost there," Pick said, tightening his grip. Then he saw it.

Just under a tree, a tablecloth was spread out.

"What is this?" It was impossible for the Omega to hide his excitement.

"Did you think I'd forget your birthday?"

"No, it's just that we're in the middle of a war, and..."

"My love for you is greater than the violence that surrounds us," he murmured, leading him to the tablecloth and sitting him down. "Tonight is a special night. It's not every day I have you here for me."

A bouquet of roses fell into his arms, causing a widespread blush to spread across his cheeks. He couldn't believe the Alpha had gone to the trouble of doing such a thoughtful gesture. Even his favorite food was there.

"You shouldn't have..." He sobbed, moved. "You...do something like this..."

"You deserve this and more." He wiped his tears away as he placed a kiss on each of his cheeks, ending with his lips. "I brought you a gift..."

"A gift? All of this is more than enough..."

"It's something I owed you." From his left pocket, Pick pulled out a small box that, when opened, revealed a ring. "You're my fiancé, Rome. I want you to carry the promise of our love for everyone to see."

"It's beautiful." The jewel slipped onto his finger. "It looks expensive and..."

"Nothing's worth as much as you." The elder kissed his wrist, looking directly into his eyes. "It matches the ring I'll give you when we get married."

"Pick...I..."

"What do you think if we perform the ceremony when we get back?" The omega tensed. "You don't have to answer me right away. Think about it briefly. We've been together for a long time now, I want to put you in the family records. What if something happens to me and I die?"

"Don't say that."

"There are always wars, dear. I want to leave you living well and peacefully in Araik."

"If you die, I die..." he said without thinking. "Although it's better that neither of us die..."

The Emperor burst out laughing.

No matter what Rome wanted, he had already made the decision to do it.

Oblivious to the Alpha's thoughts, the Omega shared the elder's laughter and settled down to eat. The happiness and connection between them made the evening pleasant. Finally, they lay down on the tablecloth and gazed at the stars together.

"If a shooting star flies by, what wish would you make?"

"I'd like to turn back time and hug my brother. Today is also his birthday..."

"You can always hug me." The Alpha pulled him to his chest. "I'd wish time would stop right now. Being here, in the darkness of the night, enjoying the way your eyes shine under the moonlight, nothing could make me happier. I love you."

"Me too..." he replied, placing a kiss on the mark before releasing pheromones. "The soldiers... hasn't anyone noticed?"

"As long as I don't take off my shirt, they won't. Why? Do you want them to know?"

"No. It's not necessary," he said, hiding in the crook of the Alpha's neck. "Although I like them to know we belong together. And... everyone... everyone can see my mark..."

"You're so cute..." Pick stammered, sliding his hand under the other man's clothing. "I'll give you a happy night."

"But... they..."

"Only the main guards are surrounding us, and besides, it's not the first time they've heard you."

"I'm embarrassed. Please..."

"Then shut your mouth. This is your birthday present too."

Rome grabbed his suit to stop him, but Pick bared his teeth and unbuttoned his pants. Though he only used his hands, it was enough to send Rome tumbling. He wasn't so dependent on the mark anymore, and yet he was still weak toward the Alpha.

"Do you like me?"

"How could I not?" he replied breathlessly. "I wish it was my birthday every day."

"It doesn't need to be to please you." Pick hugged him again until his breathing calmed. "I love seeing you happy, my cute Omega."

"I insist, you're too cheesy... How come no one has noticed that the evil Emperor is such a romantic?"

"Do you think they don't know? Everyone is perfectly aware of the love I feel for you."

"Idiot..." Rome squeezed the opposite garment. "You always embarrass me in front of everyone. You don't even care when Mix is ​​around..."

"Now that you mention it, you haven't told me anything about your plan." The younger man looked at him, uncomprehending. "The one about making Earth fall in love with Mix. Has there been any progress?"

"It's harder than I thought. Mix really isn't interested in anything sentimental. I think he's still too young..."

"He's the perfect age for his hormones to be activated by someone."

"Yes, but after what happened, he's become a little distant. He's still the same with me, however, I noticed he's wary of others. I thought he liked Porsche, but even with him, he keeps his distance."

"You could try to get him and Beta to spend more time together. Remember to keep training; we're in the middle of a war."

"I'll continue practicing my skills tomorrow." He kissed him. "For tonight, I'd rather continue enjoying yours."

The Emperor smiled.

Of course, he would show him what he was capable of.

***

Sleeping in the same tent as the Consort and the Emperor was uncomfortable for Mix, especially since, in addition to them, the General and the other high-ranking officers shared the space. The beds were nothing more than animal hide and some straw; this made the cold nights feel long and drawn out.

The first two weeks were utter torture. Nothing seemed to help him, however, and although he initially disagreed, Earth's presence in his bed was beneficial. The boy, only a few years older than him, was designated as his companion.

Although there were several places available, his Master thought it was an excellent idea for both of them to be close to him. He expected the Emperor to refuse, but surprisingly, he had agreed.

Normally, they didn't speak; they only used opposite sides of each other for warmth. That particular night, Rome and his Alpha weren't there, so the silence felt louder than it was. Mix would often get his Master ready for bed and then fall asleep, so not having work felt strange.

"Aren't you sleepy?" The Beta approached him as he watched a campfire. "The night is starting to get cold."

"So what do you want me to do? Jump into the fire?" Earth laughed. "Why are you laughing at such a bad joke?"

"I thought it was funny," he said, sitting down next to him and taking a couple of sweets out of his pocket. "Master Rome gave them to me, do you want some?"

"Master Rome is forbidden to talk to Betas. Are you trying to poison me?"

"You caught me," said the soldier, blushing at being caught. "Actually, the General gave it to us, in case we feel weak in battle..."

"So why are you giving it to me? Do what the General tells you, don't be silly."

"I thought a sweet treat would do your bitter tongue good." Mix looked at him in disbelief at his words. "Why are you so rude?"

"Me rude? You just offended me!"

"I did it because you were rude to me!" Earth clicked his tongue, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Forget it. Do you want the candy or not?"

"Give it to me, idiot." Mix snatched the candy from his hands and stuffed it in his mouth, still staring at the fire. "First you sleep with me, and now you're bothering me in my free time. You're so annoying."

Earth controlled his anger. His duty was to do what the Consort asked of him; the problem was that this was proving very difficult. The teenager was quite clear in showing him that he didn't like him one bit. Winning over an immature boy was never in his plans when he joined Araik's army. Still, orders are orders.

"Why can't Highness Rome talk to Betas?" he asked, surprising the boy. "What? You just told me yourself."

Mix quickly covered his mouth and looked from side to side in fear; luckily, no one was paying attention to them. In fact, they were the only ones around that campfire.

"Don't talk so loud," he scolded, his eyes wide open. "Don't say that again, or you'll get me in trouble."

"Why?" The younger man scrunched up his face. "Is it with all the Betas or just me?"

"Oh my God, shut up!" Mix punched him in the arm, to which the soldier laughed. "What are you laughing at?"

"You look very cute when you're angry. Okay, I won't say it again. But..." He leaned closer to the boy so only he could hear. "Is it because of the Emperor's jealousy?"

"Earth, do you want to die?" The older man smiled. "If you already know, why are you asking?"

"I know. General Porsche warned me, and to be honest, the Consort has stopped speaking to me as well."

"I wish I could." The older man made a face of disbelief, to which the servant burst into laughter. It was the first time they'd truly shared more than a few words. "Do you miss your family?"

It was a complete surprise to him that the Omega sought to continue the conversation instead of just standing there and abandoning him like he usually did.

"I'm an orphan," he commented softly. "Mom died giving birth to me, so I was raised in a foster home."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that..."

"I'm not ashamed of that. The Omegas who took care of me were very good; I was with them until I joined the army. I guess I was looking for a place to belong, what about you? Why did you come to the palace?"

"Someone killed my father, and Mom needed money to raise my brother." This time it was the Beta who scrunched up his face. "Relax. I'm over it, though. I'm not lying. At first, it was difficult. Your Highness Rome took me in patiently; I only feel nostalgic at times..."

"If you ever feel sad, you can count on me." The young soldier smiled, handing him another sweet. "Nights like these remind me of when I was a child and prayed to the stars for a family. I guess I finally got my wish."

"Do you have a partner?"

"No, my family is all of you. Araik is my family." Those words warmed Mix's heart. He stared at the older man, who rested his head on his knees as he watched him from the side.

The Omega felt self-conscious at the intensity of those eyes. He decided to turn his head away and realized that several army men had sat down across from them.

One of the servants began to distribute soup; although it didn't compare to the soup in the palace, they were happy to eat it. Food in the countryside was limited, except for Rome; the Emperor made sure his partner didn't lack a single gram of food. Unbeknownst to him, several attendants separated the provisions daily so the Omega wouldn't lose weight. Suddenly, some bushes stirred, scaring the teenager, who jumped and practically landed on top of the soldier. He drew his sword, as did the others, and they felt the color drain from their faces when they saw that Pick was the one arriving with his companion.

Everyone put away their weapons and bowed fearfully. Fortunately, the Alpha was in a good mood as he dragged a very drunk Rome toward the tent.

"Mix, come and help me prepare the bed for the Consort." The Emperor called to the teenager, who quickly ran to the aid of the staggering Omega.

As soon as they entered, the people sharing the space with them rushed outside. No one dared to remain in the same space as the couple, especially since if anyone accidentally looked over while they were undressing Rome, Pick was sure to gouge their eyes out in a second.

Earth grumbled to himself.

He wanted to sleep, and now he would have to wait. He felt tired and sleepy; He was grateful he wasn't on night watch, otherwise he'd die. He longed to go to bed and travel to the world of dreams. Porsche appeared beside him and asked him why everyone was outside.

"His Majesty just brought the Consort. They're preparing him for bed; apparently, he arrived a little dizzy..."

"Oh yes, Pick told me he'd give him wine for his birthday." The general sneered. "My friend is definitely crazy."

"General, may I ask you something?" The man looked at him, becoming serious. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Pardon? Why are you asking that?"

"Your Highness, Rome has been avoiding me lately, and Mix said the Emperor forbade him from speaking to Betas. If I did anything wrong, I apologize. I've continued my task of caring for Mix, but I'm worried I'm making a mistake and not realizing it..."

"You haven't done anything." Porsche ruffled his hair playfully. "Don't tell anyone, but Rome's ex-partner was a Beta. Rest assured, it's just the Emperor's nonsense."

"Really? I understand now..." The General raised an eyebrow. "Let's just say I've received some insults from His Majesty, and I thought they were due to my low status..."

"Don't get too confident, though. If you look at Rome too much, he'll cut off your head. It's best to stay the way you are, only with Mix."

"Yes, sir..." Coincidentally, the aforementioned appeared at that moment, signaling to everyone that they could now enter.

Just as they had guessed, the Emperor's back was greeting them on the best bed in the room. It was obvious that he was deliberately covering Rome's body with his own. Pick's obsessive love was obvious, yet no one dared to question it.

Especially since the Omega seemed just as smitten.

The next morning, before leaving, the Consort approached the Alpha and placed a green bracelet on him. The boy blushed, which made his appearance even more tender. The scent of his pheromones spread through the air, and everyone noticed it, yet they pretended not to.

"I made it yesterday..." he told the Alpha, giving him a kiss. "I thought about giving it to you on your birthday, but I can't help myself." I want you to remember me in battle…

"I always think of you," he replied, smiling. "I thought you'd have a hangover and wouldn't wake up early."

"I'll go back to sleep in a while. Come back safe and sound."

"I will. I love you. Wait for me, as handsome as ever..." the boy shook his head, joining their lips before saying goodbye and returning to his bed.

Rome lay down between the sheets and looked at the ring with happiness. It was a golden band encrusted with emeralds. The intense green was as present as the feelings fluttering inside him.

Perhaps he was really starting to love the Emperor.

Author's note: Do you think Rome is finally in love? Thanks for reading, kisses!

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Mix watched his Master's body sleeping soundly.

Snores echoed inside the tent, telling him that he wasn't going to wake up for the moment. Tired of waiting, he decided to go outside and practice a little with his arrows. Earth would surely be nearby, so he could ask for help improving his skills.

He didn't expect the scene he would find to be one of discrimination and intimidation toward his loyal guardian. He slipped away to listen better and was surprised by the words of those he considered good people.

"You haven't worked a single night shift this week!"

"You haven't even gone to the battlefield! All you do is stay here!"

"You're a mere Beta, but since you have the Consort's grace, you don't try hard enough!"

"And you guys try hard?" —The servant couldn't stand the insults against the one who always helped him any longer. "Here I see you wasting your time. He takes care of not only me but also the Consort, but I see you wandering around all day. You guys, make no mistake, if he earned his favor it's because you're a bunch of useless people."

At the end of those words, Mix took the soldier's hand and pulled him away from the men who remained stunned by his intervention. He didn't look back, rage clouding any rational thought until Earth stopped him. They were already far from the camp.

"Hey, you didn't have to defend me," he said, letting go.

"If you don't defend yourself, it's my turn to do it, idiot."

"They're my seniors, I shouldn't answer them."

"Well, start doing it, or they'll never respect you!" he shouted, crossing his arms. "Do you think as an Omega it's easy to stand up to Alphas? You should thank me!"

Earth let out a light laugh, putting his arm around Earth's neck before whispering a "thank you" and bumping their heads. An act of brotherhood that made the younger boy blush.

From a distance, Rome, who had just woken up, was surprised to see them together and decided not to interrupt. He was starving, but he could get the food himself. He walked around the camp, finding the servants organizing the supplies.

"Guys, do you know where I can get some apples? Green ones if possible..."

"Yes, my lord, we have them here." An Omega approached, offering him the fruit. "There's also salt and lemon."

"Really? I want some!" he said happily, taking what the blushing servant offered him. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, feeling strange.

"It's nothing, Your Highness Rome. It's just sweet to see how well the Emperor knows you." The Consort wrinkled his face, not understanding. "He's always attentive to you and your tastes..."

"My tastes?" The boy nodded. "Did he tell you about the salt and lemon? What else did he ask for?"

"For example, the chicken with honey; His Majesty Pick explained to us that you liked it that way, and that's why we make it that way."

"What are you talking about? The chicken at Araik has always had honey in it." Rome paused to think. Ever since he started eating chicken with the Emperor, he'd always noticed it had honey in it, and that's why he always asked for it. In his mind, nobles were served their meals with sweets.

"No, my lord. It doesn't usually have honey; sometimes it's put on the side, but we always put it on top of yours, just the way you like it."

That was a trait of his personality that even he hadn't realized he possessed. Pick was truly very attentive, and he wasn't lying when he said he loved it.

"My lord, you've turned red..."

"So there's chicken?" —He ignored that comment, still smiling, and took a seat next to the boy. “Pour me some, please.”

He would have to thank his partner later.

***

Mix shook off the soldier's grasp with a grimace and headed toward the tent to feed his Master. It was better to keep himself busy than to deal with the strange feeling in his chest.

“Your Highness Rome, it's time to wake up…” he commented into the empty space, instantly panicking. “Your Highness?”

Earth, who was coming behind him, entered, panicking when he saw that the Consort was gone. They both ran to the bed, threw back the sheets, and looked at each other.

If anything had happened to the Omega, they were dead.

“Where the hell did he go?” the younger man shouted, running back into the field. “Your Highness Rome! Your Highness Rome!” He repeated several times until his voice broke and he felt like he was going to cry.

“Why are you screaming like crazy?” —The aforementioned turned around, seeing the Consort smile. “I know you can't live without me, but control yourself…”

“Your Highness…don't play with me…” Mix hugged him, shedding a few tears. “Why did you leave without telling me? Do you want my head cut off?”

“Who would dare hurt you? You're my protégé…” Rome calmly rubbed the other's back. “I got hungry and went out to eat. Don't be so dramatic, little one…”

The servant remained silent and looked at him with a pout, silently complaining that he was taking it easy on something as important as his care. After quelling his complaints, Rome felt bored and, following the Emperor's words, began to practice his swordsmanship.

He amused himself for so long that only when the sun set did he decide it was enough. He waited patiently for his partner's arrival alongside Mix, who, as the hours passed, also noticed something was wrong.

The Consort observed the behavior of the soldiers guarding him; they were clearly tense and nervous. Krist, Porsche's second-in-command, spoke to them seriously, so Rome approached him for information.

"Krist, good evening..." he said, drawing the tall man's attention. "Why haven't the Emperor and the others returned?"

"Your Highness Rome, go back inside. The night is getting cold." That answer frightened him.

"Krist... please tell me... did something happen?"

"Your Highness, they'll stay there." The Alpha smiled at him and gently pushed him toward his tent. "They set up another camp closer to the battle. Go rest."

"Why?" The man's mouth tilted to the side, seeming as if he wouldn't tell him anything, and that made him angry. "Krist, don't forget who I am. Tell me, why aren't they coming back? It's an order."

The soldier's eyes widened in disbelief. He'd heard about Rome and his authority, but he wasn't afraid of him. He respected him, but he wasn't going to be intimidated by an Omega either.

"Go back inside," he repeated, applying a little more force to the boy's hip, causing him to stumble and sprain his ankle. "Your Highness! Excuse me!"

The pain in his joint, along with the anger at not being answered, mingled in Rome. Mix stood by his side, trembling for the imposing Alpha, while he tried to get him to stand up. However, he was not weak.

"If you don't want to die, answer me," he demanded, causing the soldier to tense. "Explain to me what's happening, or I'll tell the Emperor about the disrespect you just committed against me."

Those around them stepped aside, leaving them alone. No one wanted to get in the Consort's sights when he was enraged. Everyone already knew what the Emperor was capable of and could imagine what he would do if someone harmed the fruit of his madness.

Krist had gotten himself into serious trouble.

"We are in the distance, far from the battle," he began to explain quickly. "The war is between Ragus and Sagus, who were once allied nations; Araik's duty is to watch or only intervene if necessary. That happened today. Our army had to participate in the fight, so the enemy is focusing on us. Coming back here would reveal our hiding place.

"Pick... I mean, is the Emperor okay? How do we know he's not hurt?"

"Our men are good, Your Highness, you shouldn't fear. He's the most important thing to us. If something had happened to him, believe me, we'd already have that information here."

"Are you sure? It scares me that..."

"Are you not marked?" The Omega blushed. "If something happens, you'd be the first to feel it. He's protecting you, My Lord. You can rest easy."

Rome nodded, placing a hand to his neck. He certainly didn't mind the mark one bit. And he could still sense pheromones, which meant his mate was still alive. He had to calm down. He called for help from his assistant and, hopping on one foot, entered his tent.

The swelling on his ankle wouldn't please the Alpha; he'd have to come up with some lie. Mix bandaged the foot with a frown, making a total mess of it by not knowing how to do it properly.

"You're a mess," Rome mocked. "You're going to end up hurting me more."

"It's not my fault it's so hard to bandage a foot," the younger boy replied. "Earth, come here! Be of some use to us!"

The soldier shared the Consort's laughter and crouched down in front of him to show the teenager the ideal way to cover the wound. Rome watched the interaction silently, pleased that they seemed to be friends.

"I invite you to try combing it," Mix said smugly. "You couldn't do something as cool as this if you were reborn..."

The atmosphere between them was pleasant until they heard a loud bang. The three of them looked up just as blood shot through the air, entering where they were standing. Earth drew his sword and stood in front of them, surprised to see Krist and some other men running in.

"What's wrong?" Rome asked, frightened, pulling Mix behind him. "Krist?"

"Protect the Consort!" he shouted to everyone. "Your Highness, they've found us!"

The Omega didn't need any further explanation to understand. Fire began to spread through the animal hide that covered them. Rome grabbed his assistant's hand and grabbed his own sword.

"Your Highness, climb onto my back!" Mix's voice shook him. "We have to get out of here!"

Despite his initial shock, Rome understood that with his sprained ankle, he wouldn't be able to escape. He had to rely on his friend's legs and Earth, who was beside them. Krist took advantage of the initial commotion to cut through the back of the place and signaled them to run away.

"Don't look back! Earth, I'm leaving it in your hands!" The boy nodded and led the escape through the forest. No one saw anything but darkness and vegetation, but they didn't stop. Their steps were as quick as those following them. They were getting closer and closer, so, even though he didn't want to, the young Beta made a difficult decision.

"You go ahead and hide," he said to Mix, gripping his sword. "Protect the Consort with your life, I'll try to stop them."

The younger man nodded, feeling tears forming in his eyes; however, he didn't stop, instead running because he knew their lives depended on it. Rome tightened his grip on opposite shoulders; he wanted to cry too, but refused to show weakness in front of his faithful assistant.

The race seemed endless until the sound of a horse frightened and calmed them both. It was Krist who caught up with him, covered in blood and a few wounds.

"Where the hell did Earth go? I told him to protect you!"

"That's what he's doing!" Mix replied, crying.

"Jesus. Get in, Rome. We have to go to the new camp; they destroyed everything." The boy made a move to comply, but stopped. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

"I'm not leaving without Mix," he declared, grabbing his friend. "I'm not leaving him alone."

"Do you want to get killed? We can't all three ride on the horse!"

"Then I'm walking!"

"You can't even walk, Omega reacts! They're going to kill us!"

The Consort gritted his teeth in rage and was about to interrupt him, but the younger one stopped him, roughly throwing him onto the horse.

"Mix?! What do you think you're doing?! Get me down from here!"

"Take him," he said to the soldier. "Protect the Consort..."

The Alpha smiled and squeezed his legs together, ordering the horse to run. Rome looked at his friend sideways; the moonlight was the only thing illuminating him until he was far enough away to lose sight of him.

Unable to resist any longer, he began to cry.

"Let's go back, I can't leave him..." he begged the Alpha. "Please, Krist..."

"Be quiet," was all he received. He hated being the Consort. His life wasn't worth more than his servant's.

"No, let's go back! That's an order!" he shouted at the man, who in response pushed him violently onto the horse. "You're hurting me!"

"Shut up." At the commanding tone of his voice, it was impossible not to tense up.

A bad feeling settled in his chest.

Something was wrong.

"How did you get out of the camp?" he asked, but got no answer. "How did you get away from the enemy to get to me?"

The silence of truth ignited in his head. It didn't matter how, but he had to escape quickly. With all his strength, he propelled himself backward, slamming his head into the Alpha's chin before throwing himself off the horse.

The fall was painful, especially for his foot, yet he ran because he knew his life depended on it. The night cold, along with the breeze, whipped his hair violently about; his once lovingly and carefully styled hairstyle was gone.

And that was his bad luck.

The Alpha's pull jerked his head back so hard his eyes nearly popped out. The strands wrapped around the man's hand hurt as much as the crash that had hit him against a tree. Thousands of stars danced before his eyes when he met the soldier's gaze.

"You're going with me, come hell or high water," he said firmly.

"Let me go!" The Omega struggled with all his might, managing to scratch, but the other, feeling the pain, hit him again.

"Behave yourself or I'll deform the other half of your face, idiot Consort..."

Another brutal blow left him stunned until he felt the horse's fur beneath his body. He had the impulse to throw himself back, but this time he was immobilized by the man's fierce grip. Realizing Krist's betrayal hurt him, but he was so dizzy that he unwittingly lost consciousness.

***

Rome's rest was disturbed by the heaviness of the icy water. His body reacted with a start as he felt the liquid wash over him completely. He opened his eyes in fear; his head still hurt as much as his ankle.

And he knew it was going to get worse.

The restraints on his wrists cut off his circulation; in front of him, Krist looked at him with a creepy smile. He feared for his life.

"How are you, my lord?" the Alpha mocked. "Finally, you see yourself as you are again, a filthy slave."

"You sold out your people..." he replied. "Breaking your word of loyalty to the Emperor disgusts me!"

Krist slapped him, splitting his mouth. Far from being intimidated, Rome spat in front of him and laughed as blood trickled down the cleft between his lips.

"Shame on you Alpha..." he said, laughing, and received another blow. "You're hitting me with your fists because you have no honor in your body."

He didn't know why he did it, but Rome couldn't stop himself. He felt hurt and betrayed by a man he'd always trusted.

"Omega, idiot, aren't you afraid of what we can do to you?" The soldier pointed at his companions. "There are several Alphas here. How about we play with you? You must have something good to bring the Emperor to your feet. Certainly not your face."

Generalized laughter echoed in his ears.

"Why are you doing this? You've served Araik for years, doesn't it pain you to do this to your people?"

"Araik is scum dominated by even bigger scum!"

"Don't you dare speak ill of the Emperor!"

"Open your eyes, idiot! Your emperor has abandoned you! You are ours now!"

"You can take my body, but not my soul, which belongs to Pick," he said confidently, looking at his executioners. "He will come and kill you, traitor."

A strong kick slammed into his body. Rome felt the pain followed by many more acts of violence. There wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't throb with discomfort. He closed his eyes, hoping to faint again, but before he could, someone interrupted his executioners.

"You're more unruly than Pick told me." An imposing Alpha watched him with a wide smile. "He's always liked them that way, untamable."

Rome felt his breath catch. It was Tay Tawan.

He didn't understand a thing.

Why had his mate's ex-love kidnapped him?

"You..." A faint whisper escaped his lips. "Why?"

"Untamable and all, but you're still illiterate." He took a couple of steps until he was in front of him and crouched down. "Obviously to get back what's mine, you disgusting Omega. Did you really think I'd allow Pick to stay with a disgusting slave like you? I don't know what tricks you used on him, but the game's over. Pick is mine."

"If you kill me... if you kill me, he won't forgive you..."

"Are you that confident? Let's wait for him to arrive, and you'll see for yourself." The elder roughly grabbed his face so he could look into his eyes. "No Omega is worth more than winning the war. You're a zero next to me, servant."

More than any blow, Rome received humiliation. Tay's men tore his clothes, leaving him half-dressed in scraps of cloth, and threw him at the foot of the throne, where the Alpha used him as a footrest. The elder's shoes moved back and forth, scraping the skin they touched as they passed.

The little Omega felt frustrated. Tied up and hurt, it was impossible to escape. He stayed still; he needed to regain his strength or he would die before Pick arrived. And he was also worried; it was taking too long.

"I think I underestimated you," he laughed. "It seems Pick doesn't value you as much as we thought. What am I going to do with you then?"

The soldiers at his side laughed. Rome felt his eyes water and lowered his head so they wouldn't see him. The dominant pheromones in the air told him he could still sense them, so Pick was still alive. He needed him to appear soon.

"I could use you as entertainment for my men, though I'd have to put a bag over your head. Who would want to touch you when you look so terrible?"

"The Emperor won't let anyone near him because he's ashamed to be seen," Krist added cruelly.

"He doesn't even have a good body," another spoke up. "Is it true he bewitched him with his pheromones? What if we remove the mark? Let's do the Emperor a favor and make him a Beta."

"Rome is so useless he couldn't even support the Emperor's children." The injured boy was shocked; he never expected Krist to come up with that information to hurt him. He glared at him with hatred. "The way you look at me doesn't even tickle me, you idiot Omega."

"He had a miscarriage?" Tay asked incredulously as he spun him around with his foot. "You lost Pick's child? Wow, you're more useless than I thought."

Although he knew the loss of his baby was fake, Rome was deeply hurt by the cruel mockery. Omegas' gift is conceiving; making fun of something like that was beyond cruel and inhumane.

"I'd rather lose a child than be like you and not be able to get pregnant because you're a stupid Alpha," he whispered softly, but Tay heard him.

"You're an idiot." He kicked him. "That's why Pick spent his entire last birthday talking to me."

"His entire birthday?" The Consort looked at him from the ground, showing no trace of the fear he truly felt. "You enjoyed it at the party, but I enjoyed it that night..."

Another blow crashed into him. Tay was breathing heavily, wielding his sword. He wanted to kill the omega, but until Pick appeared, he had to restrain himself.

"I'm going to enjoy watching him cast you aside..." He gripped Rome's hair tightly. "You'll go back to being a filthy servant. I'll have you serving me until the light in your eyes goes out. Prepare to feed me every day."

"Will you really let me serve you?" Rome spat to the side. "That's all your food will have."

A high-pitched scream escaped his lips. An enraged Tay had grabbed his injured ankle and roughly twisted it. The Consort felt the crunch of his bone breaking, and that was the end of his self-control. Tears streamed down his cheeks at the violence against his humanity.

"Aren't you saying anything? Did the mice get your tongue?" The Alpha grabbed his wrists and pulled them to either side of his body, immobilizing him. "How about I take you here, in front of everyone? Do you like an audience? I can make you more miserable than you are. Apologize for being an insect in my path."

"Forgive me..." he replied, putting his ego aside. Tay clung so tightly to his wrists that he feared if he squeezed any harder, he'd break them too. "Forgive me... please... let me go..."

"You're not so brave now, are you? Don't worry, dear, my men will use you very well..."

Rome felt the tears continue to fall; in his mind, he shouted his Alpha's name so loudly and so many times that he grew tired. He needed the Emperor now or he'd lose his mind. Tay laughed again at his condition until the sound of clashing swords was heard outside.

The omega breathed a deep sigh of relief knowing his beloved was on the other side, however, his torment wasn't over yet. The Alpha who had previously held him pulled him by the hair so that he could fall back at his feet and use him as a doormat.

He didn't move again; he was exhausted and desperate.

The fight continued for a couple of minutes until Pick made his triumphant entrance. Beside him, Porsche and other soldiers Rome knew very well shone covered in blood. The smell was bitter and rancid, typical of war.

"You took a while..." Tay mocked, crossing one foot over the other on the omega. "I had a blast with your fiancé."

"First you kill the Emperor of Sagus and then you kidnap my future husband. What the hell are you thinking, Tay?"

"You and me, dominating Sagus and Araik." He was direct. "We can burn Ragus to the ground if we unite. What do you think?"

"Did you go to all this trouble to have me?" The Alpha laughed. "You're pathetic. Our relationship is over. Did you really think I'd accept anything more just because you kidnapped Rome? I didn't think you were that stupid..."

"You said you loved me and that you'd never stop," Tay complained, kicking the Consort. "How could you trade me for a scum like this?"

"You have a lot of nerve accusing me when your Omega is pregnant." A frown was enough for Araik's army to throw a boy out in front of everyone. "What do you think, New? Your husband wants me back."

The pregnant man cried as he clutched his swollen abdomen. He knew of his husband's obsession with the Emperor of Araik, but he didn't believe he would go so far as to even put his life and that of his son at risk.

"We both know that I have duties, just like you do with Lucia, and if we've already fulfilled them, why don't we do whatever we want?"

"All I'm interested in is getting Rome back. Give him back or say goodbye to New."

"Goodbye, New," he said mockingly. "Kill him. Lucia already gave birth to a baby, we don't need another."

"You damn bastard!" the pregnant Omega shouted angrily. "You're a wretch! They can kill me and you don't care! When will you understand? He doesn't love you and never will!"

Tay squeezed his jaw and leaned closer to Rome. The Consort trembled as he saw the Alpha's sword resting just above the skin of his neck.

"Give me my Consort now," Pick demanded angrily.

"And what will you do if I don't?"

"Rome has nothing to do with us. We live our separate lives, we both took an Omega. We can't go back to what we were. Give it to me."

"I can think of something better." His eyes widened. "Let's see who's the best Omega."

"Tay, your husband is pregnant!" Pick tried to reason with him. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"If Rome kills him, I'll let him return to you. Only then will he prove to me that he deserves to stay with the Emperor of Araik..."

Before they could continue their dialogue, New turned around and took the sword from one of the men holding it, wielding it skillfully.

"And if I win, what will you give me?" —he asked through tears. —"If I kill Rome, will you give me my freedom? I don't want to be under your control anymore."

The new Emperor of Sagus showed a joyful smile; he pushed the Consort to the ground and threw a sword at his feet. Rome looked up in fear; he was exhausted. Fighting and defeating New seemed impossible.

"We don't have to fight..." Pick intervened, placing a hand on the other's shoulder. "New, calm down. You can go with us to Araik and..."

"Are you afraid Rome will lose?" Tay spoke up. "Rome, your fiancé doesn't even trust you." He kicked him. "But I don't judge him. I already know you're useless. Start begging your Alpha to save you, you filthy bastard."

The Omega stood up as best he could and held the sword in his hands. All his weight was on one foot, yet he held it tightly and looked at his mate.

"Alpha...remind me...remind me to send a letter to Queen Cecil..." Pick didn't understand; his beloved was smiling. "I have to thank her..."

"Did the blows drive you crazy?" Tay sneered from behind him. "You're going to die and you're thinking about someone else."

"Yes, I went crazy," he said softly. "Crazy because someone even crazier is trying to steal what's mine."

It was fast, so fast that Tay never saw it coming. Without hesitation, and with a precise blow, Rome spun around and plunged his sword into the man's chest. The Emperor of Sagus never expected the attack; the look of surprise on his face, along with the blood escaping from his mouth, unleashed a battle. Both sides launched themselves at each other, ready to fight for territorial dominance, while Pick ignored everything to reach his Omega.

The glass from the window they exited tore at his skin, but the Alpha didn't stop. He ran away with his beloved in his arms, leaving his men behind. The most important thing was to get the little one away from danger.

The burning pain on his arm took the Consort by surprise, who thought a piece of glass had just grazed him. However, to his terror, an arrow grazed him before plunging into his opposite side's back. The force of the flying weapon was so great that the Alpha's body was thrown forward, falling on top of him. Pick groaned in pain on the ground, the enemy's blood now mixing with his own.

"My God..." Rome moaned fearfully. "Pick? Pick?"

"Shut up," he said, crawling through the trees. "I'm fine, calm down."

"But you're bleeding..."

"We must get away quickly; there are many Tay soldiers nearby. Stay still..." It was the first time Rome had seen Pick with a pained face. It didn't take long to see that in addition to the wound on his back, one of his sides was also bleeding.

Fear began to take hold of his body. If his Alpha was injured, they would have no way to escape. Not knowing what to do, Rome released pheromones to help Pick; his instinct told him he was enough to heal him, and deep down, he wanted to believe it.

"Are you crazy? Don't produce pheromones, or they'll find us!" the man scolded him. "Never reveal your position in a battle!"

"I'm scared," he whispered, hugging the man who was breathing heavily. "I didn't know... I'm sorry... I wanted... I wanted..."

"We have to hide. Don't give away even a hint of your scent." The older man looked from side to side and then caught his eye. "I'm going to show you something, but you have to promise me you'll never use it against me."

Rome nodded, frightened. The Alpha grabbed two plants and crushed them, creating a sticky mass that he spread on the trembling Omega's neck; then he did the same to his own under the younger man's intrigued gaze.

"Our scent gland is in our necks; if we cover them with this, they won't be able to track us."

"But this smells strong..."

"This scent mixes with nature, making your essence get lost in the undergrowth." Pick looked into his eyes. "I trust... I trust you... my Rome..."

"Yes, calm down." The omega helped him cover himself and wrapped his opposite arm around his shoulder, helping him flee.

Every step felt like a thousand needles were stabbing his ankle, but he didn't give up. Although he didn't mention it, the pallor on Pick's face was worrying. It was the first time he'd looked weak.

"There's a cave there," he said. "I can't go any further, let's go in there."

He got no refusals. The Alpha let him do it until they entered and Rome leaned him against the cold wall. Blood was already staining his pants, so a frightened Rome grabbed the few scraps of his clothing, tying them around his hips to stop the bleeding.

"Don't die..." he whispered, looking at the man, who smiled. "Don't laugh at me, I'm serious."

"You and me, in a dark place, alone... Tay must be turning in his grave..."

"Idiot." Rome's eyes moistened, and he kissed the man. "Please don't die..."

Pick closed his eyes, nodding, and pulled him against his chest. The Consort could feel both of their hearts racing, yet he also touched the older man's cold skin.

"I'll go get help. Maybe Porsche is looking for us..."

He received no response. He crawled over to the Alpha and placed a finger on its nose, feeling its breathing. It was still alive but unconscious.

What if it never woke up?

When they taught him how to heal the wounded, they always told him not to let them fall asleep because it was a bad omen. He looked at the Emperor and wordlessly slapped him hard.

The man opened his eyes immediately.

"Rome?" he asked, confused. "What happened?"

"Don't go to sleep," he said, rubbing his cheek. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you sleep."

"But I'm so sleepy..." He closed his eyes again, and Rome hit him again.

"Don't die. Please don't die."

"If I die, you'll be free... Didn't you want to be a Beta?" The Omega pressed his lips together. "I think... I think I'm going to die, darling... I'm sorry."

"I don't want to live in a world without you. Please, I love you." He grabbed his jaw and kissed him. "You said we'd get married..."

"Are you saying yes?"

"Only if you don't die..."

"Let me smell your pheromones again..." His eyelids began to close. "I hope I can smell this in heaven."

"Don't you dare die before my eyes. You said you loved me! If you die, I'll go mad! I marked you! You're the only Alpha for me! You have to hold on! You can't die, we'll get married and have lots of children! You promised me…"

Pick's head fell to the side. Rome froze, unsure if the man was dead or just fainted. Rather than reacting to that, the sound of the horses alerted him. He grabbed his partner's sword as he trembled and stood over his body.

If it was time to die, he would do so beside his beloved.

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It was impossible to stop his arms from trembling; the Alpha's sword was so heavy that he could barely lift it. The bandage on his foot, made by Earth, still kept his limb upright, but Rome knew that as soon as he removed it, it would hurt almost as much as every bruise on his body.

The incessant noise grew louder and louder. Now he was certain that several people were coming toward his hiding place. The Omega took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. A little light began to filter through, indicating that his attackers were carrying torches. In the light, he could see three swords pointing at him, and without waiting any longer, he decided to attack. He threw his weapon against the opposite blade, deluding himself with the hope of a victory that, for obvious reasons, he would never achieve.

Rome tried to fight with all his might; however, someone like him, who was not a warrior, could never defeat the skills of a trained person. He fell backward in the darkness and felt the cold blade rest against his chest.

He closed his eyes, waiting to be pierced and silently prayed that in another life he might meet the Alpha. A sob escaped helplessly from his lips, causing his attacker to stop.

"Rome?" His breath tightened as he heard the familiar voice. "Rome?"

"Porsche...?" The general pushed aside the man who had him pinned to the ground and looked down at him in surprise. "Porsche! Thank heavens!"

"Your Highness, excuse us!" several soldiers shouted, but the Omega didn't care; he needed help for his mate.

"My Alpha... help him... help the Emperor..."

"Where is he?" The boy quickly raised his arm and pointed at the body of the man lying on his side. The general opened his eyes and shouted angrily, "What the hell are you waiting for?! Stabilize His Majesty!"

Several men rushed toward Pick, illuminating the area with the fire from their torches. The pool of blood next to the Emperor's body told them all that the wound was more serious than they thought. The Consort saw the red color and was terrified to the bone.

"Put Rome on a horse and take him to camp," Porsche demanded, to which the younger man refused.

"I won't leave without my Alpha!" He yelled, crawling, not caring about the scrapes on his knees, and hugged the unconscious Alpha. "Don't touch me!" He grabbed at the soldier trying to hold him. "Get out of the way! I won't leave him alone!"

"Back off," Porsche spoke in a gruff voice. "The Emperor is our priority. Stop hindering us, or we'll have to resort to violence."

The Consort shook his head and tried to stop them from being separated, but he couldn't. A Beta roughly grabbed him, ignoring his kicks. Rome used his feet to move closer, hurting himself further in the process.

His inconsolable cries echoed around the cave, but were ignored. The general ordered them to quickly cut the Emperor's clothes and stop the bleeding. That action caused everyone to freeze in place; between the Alpha's neck and shoulder, a scarred mark appeared.

"Did you make that mark?" the general asked, looking at Rome, who stopped his whimpering and saw with horror that the truth had been revealed.

"Yes... yes, why?" The way the Alpha looked at him was clearly disapproving, and he was afraid. "I didn't want to... I was in heat and..."

"And shut up." "You can help him heal," he said, gritting his teeth. "You can help him heal. You are the master of his life. Come here and release your pheromones, Omega. Bite him again and join his life to yours."

Although he didn't quite understand the mechanism of how he could save him, Rome obeyed and bit him, giving it all his energy. Feeling his teeth penetrate his skin, Pick reacted by tightening his grip and moaning in pain. The younger man happily wiped his tears and kissed the man, who seemed surprised by everything around him.

"Darling?" he murmured, pulling away. "Where... where are we?"

"You're hurt. Porsche and the others will heal you," he replied, looking at the general. "You're going to live..."

"Get us out of here," the Emperor said, looking at his friend. "Get Rome to safety."

"Worry about yourself first. You have a wound and an arrow in your body."

"Rome first," he repeated, "Put him on a horse and take him to a safe place."

"I'm not going anywhere without you..."

Porsche sighed and with a gesture, had a soldier separate the boy from his friend. Rome groaned and shouted every profanity he knew by heart, but they never let him go. He felt his body slam into the horse and the ground beneath his feet shift. Tears began to flow again. If what the General said was true, he needed to give the Emperor his pheromones, or he might get worse.

Almost a minute after arriving at the camp, he saw Porsche's horse arrive with its mate. Several soldiers received the badly wounded Alpha and placed him on a makeshift stretcher. The salty drops didn't stop on Rome; the man remained pale and even looked disoriented.

The doctors rushed to stitch his wound, eliciting moans of pain from the Alpha, who was clutching his hand tightly. The consort released a large amount of his pheromones and kissed the hand that was squeezing him.

"You're going to be okay," he whispered between sobs. "You're going to live. You have a promise to keep."

The adrenaline in his body made it hard for him to notice that he was injured and looked terrible. Some of the doctor's assistants approached him to treat him, but he refused to leave his mate's side. Nothing in the world would he let go of his Alpha's hand.

Not even for Ming's arrival.

"They set a trap for us," the Emperor of Ragus commented, under Rome's furious gaze. "They attacked us with horses and gunpowder, breaking our formations and sneaking into our hiding place. We were lucky to escape, but they had kidnapped you, and your fiancé went looking for you even if it meant exposing himself to danger."

"I don't want to hear you," the Omega replied. "Go away and leave us alone."

"I can't believe you marked him." Ming clenched his fists in disbelief at the scar, which everyone could see. "You own the strongest Alpha in Araik. I didn't know you were so ambitious…"

"What I do with my mate is none of your business!" he squealed defensively. "He scarred me too. We love each other and we care about each other, now go away. This is all your fault. You got us into a pointless war."

"Pointless? What a rude Omega. If you weren't as bruised as you are, believe me, I'd hit you. Sagus tried to poison our water supply; without it, my people would die, and even Araik's too. Who cares about food if the crops die? Did you forget the report from that time? I thought you were smarter, Rome."

"You know? Right now, that doesn't matter to me. I just want my Alpha to survive."

"You're overly dramatic, dear…" Pick's voice surprised him. "I'm alive, I just needed to sleep for a while..."

"Pick!" Rome shouted excitedly as he hugged him, eliciting a moan from him. "Don't ever die, I love you. I love you with all my soul. Don't leave me. Never. Ever. Please. Let's get married soon."

Ming turned around angrily, unable to bear the Omega's unbridled display of love any longer. Sobs of relief echoed throughout the tent. Pick lifted his free arm and slowly rubbed the boy's back on top of him. At the same time, he looked at his friend and smiled. Porsche, unlike him, was serious. Several soldiers shared the same expressionless expression.

For them, the feeling of guilt always came after deceiving the Omega.

The Consort was so absorbed in the happiness of his living lover that it didn't occur to him to see the arrow that had been removed, otherwise, he would have realized it was one of Araik's own.

Specifically, one of the general's.

***

The plan was simple.

Rescue Rome and use his escape to make him more attached to Pick. The Emperor would get that yes no matter what. Unbeknownst to him, the new Emperor of Sagus had done him a favor by kidnapping his consort. Tay helped him spread the word about his mark and hasten his marriage. He was overjoyed.

Although the wound hurt, he was calm because he knew his faithful friend had aimed for a place where his life wasn't in danger. Blood was normal. Enjoying Rome's frightened face as he produced his "healing" pheromones was quite a sight.

The boy remained by his side, despite his injuries, putting him first. The dried blood on Rome's face told him he was in pain and probably tired, yet he refused to leave him. Pick couldn't even understand how the little boy could be standing with a broken ankle. The Alpha knew he would faint at any moment. He just had to wait a little while.

And just as he thought, the former servant collapsed to the floor, completely exhausted. One of the assistants rushed to hold him, while Pick sat on the stretcher, stretching.

"Finally. I thought I'd never make it." He moved his arms, cramped from lying down for so long, and stood up. "Put his body there and heal him. I highly doubt he'll wake up for now. Give him a bath too. He smells terrible."

Porsche was waiting for him outside, watching the sun rise. The General watched him leave with a big smile and shook his head with a bitter grimace.

"Did he bite you in his heat?" Pick nodded happily. "You've gone crazy. No wonder you've looked more..."

"Delusional? Yes, it was a slip, but I don't regret it. How many died?"

"One hundred and thirty-seven men, seventy of them were ours." The General sighed. "Ming took Sagus after Rome killed Tay. We can go home now. They'll clean up this mess."

"Perfect. I have a marriage to plan."

"Pick... How could you let him bite you?"

"Don't you realize? He'll never leave me. Not now that he knows his pheromones 'heal' me." He laughed at his friend's lie. "How did you come up with that? I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. You almost ruined my performance!"

"Maybe I'm just as bad as you." He shared their laughter. "Our men told us it was Krist who betrayed us. They found Mix in the woods; he's unharmed. The Beta, on the other hand, has a pretty bad wound, but he'll survive."

"Krist?" he said, ignoring the state of his comrade's friends. "Damn traitor. Send a group to capture him; I'll make sure he suffers myself."

The general nodded, looking at the horizon. Returning was both good and bad. He hadn't seen Emma in months; he missed her so much that he felt desperate. Yet Mix was still on the path.

How could he get rid of him?

"Why are you sighing so much?" The Emperor looked at him. "I didn't die. What's the tragedy? We'll be back soon."

"Going back is facing my own demons."

"Do you want my help?" Porsche raised an eyebrow. "You must be going crazy without Emma. I can try to convince Mix not to interfere between you."

"What will you do if he tells Rome? Will you be able to resist your Omega's request?"

"Leave it to me," he mocked. "I may be marked, but that doesn't take away from the fact that I am the Emperor."

"Wow, you looked almost dead a minute ago." Both men turned at Ming's arrival. "Rome's pheromones are definitely miraculous." The old man mocked the obvious lie he also knew. "Greetings to the new Emperor of Sagus, although my men are the ones surrounding the palace now. Are we going to war over territory?"

"Do you want it?" Ming was as surprised as Porsche. "Do you want Sagus?"

"What's your price? Sagus and Ragus were sister nations, it would serve me well."

"I'll give it to you if you agree to never visit Araik again or go near Rome."

"Your Highness!" Porsche interrupted, but Pick raised his hand.

"If there are meetings or agreements, I'll travel or send someone to your place. What are you saying?"

"Is that Omega worth that much? You're giving me part of your power just to have him under your wings. Could you..."

"The fact that you're trying to convince me instead of accepting an entire kingdom means I'm right." The Alpha smiled smugly. "Have you seen my mark?"

"You've gone mad," Ming shook his head, sighing. "That's what his pheromones do; they make you go mad. But you know something? They'll lead you to ruin if you keep this up."

"Shut up. Stay away from my husband."

"Marry him and quickly bind him to your side; I would never trust someone with Jasmine's blood."

"First, he's not related to her, and second, you say that, and if you had the chance, you would."

"Certainly. The boy has his thing. But...how far do you plan to go with him?" Pick clenched his fists. "Are you going to get him pregnant?"

"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I will. He'll be my husband."

"Well, it's a good thing he's not related to Jasmine. At least that way, he won't die young."

"What are you talking about now, Ming?"

"Don't you know? Jasmine had several miscarriages when she was young. She had something that's hereditary, so it's a good thing Rome doesn't. I couldn't rest easy knowing the love of my life could bleed to death at any moment. Can you imagine Rome losing a baby? Or worse, dying in your arms."

"Why don't you just shut up?" Pick interrupted, unable to bear the mental image of his dead partner. "Do we have a deal, then? Do you want Sagus or not?"

"Alpha's word."

The two shook hands, their faces serious. Ming smiled one last time before turning away, leaving him stunned. The General at his side turned around hesitantly.

"Hey... listen to me... he just wants..."

"Don't talk." He looked at him seriously. "I'm not willing to bargain with Rome's life, not even with my own son."

"But he's an omega, he'll surely want to..."

"Did you forget the blood between his legs after the ambush at Odarude?" The Alpha's eyes watered, surprising his friend. "I'm not going to lose Rome. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

***

The return to Araik was peaceful.

Pick rode in the carriage with a very sleepy Rome on his lap. The boy was covered in bandages, but at least he was resting without problems. A small smile escaped the Alpha; seeing him always made him happy. He cupped his peaceful face and gave him several kisses, completely ignoring the fact that Mix, sitting across from him, was averting his face in discomfort.

For the teenager, it was still uncomfortable to see the fearsome Emperor of Araik being so affectionate with his Master. Everyone said the Alpha was evil and cruel, yet in his eyes, he was just a man deeply in love. Every order and concern always fell to Rome.

Could it be because of the mark? What he'd initially been told about Rome was definitely true. The Omega dared to bite the most powerful Alpha in the empire. Mix knew that, like him, a new sense of respect had developed among the soldiers. No one would dare touch him.

His Master opened his eyes to the Alpha's kisses and then turned over, falling back asleep, bringing another smile to the older man's face.

"Mix..." he called, making him stop staring at the Omega. "They told me you saved Rome by carrying him on your back, thank you."

"Your Highness..." he said, surprised by the older man's words. "You don't have to thank me. I care deeply about Your Highness Rome. I'll protect him whenever I can. I swear."

"Excellent." One of the older man's hands began to play with the Consort's disheveled hair. "Remember to tell me everything he tells you, no matter how small. We have to take care of him; you know how stubborn he is."

"Yes, my lord. You don't have to worry."

"Are you going to continue with the idea of ​​separating the General from Emma?" The boy paled. "What? Remember, I know everything."

"Your Majesty... I... I..."

"Rome doesn't know, and I'm not going to tell him. Can you imagine how sad he'll be to learn that his protégé is someone cruel and ruthless?"

"Emma tried to kill me..." The Alpha continued playing with the other man's hair, as if it weren't so serious. "If the general goes back to her as if nothing had happened... I'll tell the Consort."

"Poor Rome. First he loses his entire family. Then his boyfriend, and now his best friend. Thank God I'm in his life..."

"He won't lose me..." He assured the older man. "I know he won't be upset with me for what I did; he himself will want to kill Emma..."

"It seems I didn't express myself well. I mean he'll lose you, from the verb 'I'm going to kill you.'" The teenager's entire body tensed. "Say one word to Rome and you're dead."

"But... Your Highness... I... I..."

"I don't want to upset Rome with anything." He stopped his caresses. "If I ever find out my companion is upset because of you, rest assured I'll annihilate your family and then come for you."

Mix covered his eyes in pain. It was unfair of Pick to try to silence him by threatening his family; he wasn't the guilty one, but the General's partner. Tears trickled down his cheeks, and he secretly hoped the Consort was actually pretending to sleep, but he wasn't. Rome's snoring continued, mingling with his sobs and the Alpha's happy humming.

Upon arriving at Araik, they were greeted with cheers and a caravan. The townspeople were celebrating the victorious return of the Emperor and his army. The war was long and hard, yet everyone trusted the Alpha, who once again prevented a disaster from happening.

At the entrance to the palace, the Queen Mother, Lucia, and other concubines were waiting for him. Pick knew a great feast would be held that night; he felt happy, but he still had something left. He opened his shirt, intending to reveal his wounds and the mark on his neck.

The servant watched him silently, still shaken.

"Take care of Rome and don't leave him alone." The boy nodded, still crying. "And calm down, or I'll cut out your tongue."

With his last words, he stepped out of the carriage with a triumphant smile. Several claps followed his steps, as did the surprised faces. He restrained his own expression, imagining the face Rome would make if he saw him walking proudly after being bitten.

"Mother, thank you for taking care of Araik," he said, hugging her, surprising the Omega with the coldly calculated gesture that gave her a close look at his neck. "I missed you so much."

"Son... you..."

"Let's talk inside." He looked at the paled Empress. "Let's not make too much noise. Rome is sleeping, and I don't want to wake him."

Both women followed him, one stunned and the other enraged. Lucia couldn't believe the disgusting, low Omega had dared to bite her husband. A storm was brewing inside her, aiming for the Consort's face. She wanted to kill him with her own hands.

"How could you?" the Empress said when the three of them were alone. "How could you do this to me? How could you let a worthless Omega mark you? Do you know how embarrassed you've made me?!"

"Would you please calm down? It's just a mark, nothing special."

"The Mark is a sign of possession and submission! How could you expose your neck to him? To a disgusting slave!"

A thud echoed throughout the room from a slap. Lucia's face was completely turned to one side.

"Don't you dare speak that way about my Omega," he told her. "In a few weeks we'll be married, and he'll be just like you. Respect him."

"I will never respect a dirty Omega," she said with hatred. "He and I will never be equals..."

The sound of the door slamming indicated that the Empress had left them. Pick turned around to sit opposite his mother, who, unlike the other woman, was calm.

"And you're not going to claim me?" he looked at his mother. "To question why I did it?"

"For years I've been quite clear that Rome isn't just an Omega to you." Her expression was as sincere as it was concerned. "I hope you don't regret it; sometimes I feel like you lose your sanity when you're with him."

"Why would I regret it? I'm going to mark him too, and this time it will be forever." In Pick's eyes, the Queen Mother could see something more dangerous than madness. "You know I've never been happy with Lucia; now that we have Ryan, I can stop pressuring myself to do things I don't like. It doesn't matter if Rome isn't from such a good family."

"Maybe he's not from a family as prestigious as the Empress's, but he does come from a noble lineage." Pick was surprised. "Under heaven and earth, nothing is hidden. Besides, Cecil sent me a letter telling me everything in great detail. We've grown close over the last few months."

"Omega, gossip," the man said, crossing his arms. "Then I guess everyone must be talking about this."

"Who would I tell? I don't like to divulge other people's lives." Pick didn't believe her, so he sighed, scrunching his face. Olga scoffed at his childish reaction and shook her head at the mark. "Was he even self-aware when he did it?"

"Do you know me that well?"

"I gave birth to you." The Queen Mother pointed out the obvious. "Poor boy, falling into your clutches was the worst thing that could have happened to him in his life."

"Whoever listens to you is going to think I'm a tyrant." She raised an eyebrow. "I've got him living comfortably. He's practically better off than the Empress herself. I don't see the big deal."

"Now that you bring it up, Lucia is going to kill him at any moment. Knowing he marked you, I feel like it's going to make her lose every ounce of sanity."

"I know. I have everything under control. She won't be able to touch my husband. We'll be married soon, Mother."

"You know, sometimes I'm scared of how calculating you can be. Did you finally convince Rome? Do you think if you get married, he'll forget his ideas of freedom forever? Don't underestimate him."

"Luckily, I know an Omega who is excellent with her words." Pick stood up, staring at her so intently that it made her tremble. "Choose your words carefully, Mother. Banish the thought of escaping from my side."

"How do you plan for me to do that? He's as stubborn as a mule."

"I don't know, think about it. How did Father get you to give up on the idea of ​​leaving? Use your memories, Mother."

The Emperor's tone of voice was mocking his mother. His affectionate way of referring to her was nothing more than teasing because he knew that, like Rome, she had also abandoned her dream of being free.

***

Rome's awakening was noisy.

Mix watched his Master stir from one moment to the next and sit up very quickly. He tried to approach him and ask if he was hungry or anything, but the boy threw himself out of bed; due to his bandaged foot, he didn't get very far, but even so, the agitation didn't stop.

"Where are we?" he inquired, squeezing his assistant's shoulders. "Where's Pick? Where did they take him?"

"We're in Araik, My Lord, we just arrived, calm down..."

"Where's Pick?" he repeated, trying to stand up. "Why isn't he with me?!"

"Your Highness Rome, be careful, you could hurt yourself..."

"Let me go!" He pushed the boy and, ignoring his pain, headed to the door where several soldiers greeted him. "Where's my Alpha?!"

"Your Highness..." A man approached him, grabbing his arm, and Rome abruptly let go. "You're only half dressed, my lord."

The Omega looked down, seeing that his bedclothes were open and slipping off his shoulders. However, he didn't care and started to leave, but the same soldier stopped him.

"Your Highness, please go back inside..."

"Let me go! Don't touch me!" Several men held him down; if he continued like that, he'd hurt himself. "Why aren't you answering me? What did you do to my Alpha?! If you don't let me go, I'll kill you!"

The men looked at each other. The Emperor's order was clear: protect the Consort. Mix was also scared; his Master looked completely out of his mind.

"Your Highness, go back inside, the Emperor is coming..."

"No!" He grabbed a sword and pointed at whoever was trying to stop him, desperation making tears fall. “If you don’t get out of the way, I’m going to hurt you…”

“Get dressed first before you kill someone.” That voice was all it took to lower the weapon.

Pick was walking with a big smile. Seeing Rome limping toward him, he opened his arms and welcomed him into his chest. The Omega’s sobs echoed through the hallway; the Emperor picked him up and headed to his own room. His men and Mix stood in fear of his reaction; however, they received no shouts or insults.

“You don’t have to make that face.” His good humor was evident. “You may leave, I’ll take care of the Consort.” The door closed, leaving them alone, so Pick spoke to the tearful boy. “Even though you came out without clothes in front of my men, I’m going to forgive you because it’s clear you’re worried.”

“Alpha…Alpha…I was so "Scared," he said, squeezing his opponent tightly. "I woke up and no one was saying anything. Where were you? Are you hurt?"

"We're home," he replied, pulling him away to give him a kiss. "I was sorting out a few things, don't worry. I love you..."

"I love you, Alpha. Don't ever leave me."

"Never." He kissed him again. "Did you hurt yourself? I'll call the doctor to have your ankle checked. You shouldn't have run like that. If I hadn't arrived, would you have attacked my men? Even Mix looked stunned."

"No... I don't know what came over me." He leaned on the other man's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."

The Emperor of Araik smiled again, remembering the words Emma had once said. Nothing is impossible for fear. Having Rome was a piece of cake.

***

The celebration was going to take place regardless of the condition of those who returned.

For Mix, this wasn't a surprise. Despite being injured, his Master must not miss the festivities. Rome looked somewhat tired and distracted, and the little servant was worried; while he changed him and combed his hair, the silence of the place drove him crazy.

"Which of these two brooches would you like for your hair?"

"You choose, I just want to sleep..." The younger man pressed his lips together, causing the consort to sigh. "The green one. Where is Earth? He hasn't come to see us..."

"He was wounded in the ambush, but he'll survive."

"He saved our lives. I hope you'll be good to him from now on."

"When haven't I been?" Rome raised an eyebrow, like Mix, and laughed. "Okay, I promise I'll treat him well."

The older man nodded and returned to his reserved demeanor. It wasn't normal to see him so subdued and dejected; perhaps his ankle was bothering him more than he was letting on.

"Your Highness... Are you in any pain? I can call a doctor."

"I'm sorry for threatening you," he blurted out. "I don't know why I went so crazy; it's the first time it's happened to me."

For the teenager, receiving an apology was always a great act of humility, which he valued. He hugged the Consort from behind and smiled at him through the mirror.

"I admire you very much, My Lord. When I grow up, I want to be like you..."

"Fool," he whispered, returning the hug. "I've been going through a lot. I feel like I'm becoming a mess."

"Maybe it's because of the bite. They say that when you mark your mate, you become more possessive. Don't worry, Your Highness, I completely understand..."

Rome stopped breathing and squeezed his attendant's clothes. A lump formed in his throat as he searched for the right words to express himself. The feeling of suffocation reached him, unsettling the boy.

"Your Highness? What's wrong?"

"How... How do you know about the Mark?"

"The Emperor didn't tell you?" The Consort pushed him away in fear. "When we arrived, his clothes were open because of his injuries, so everyone saw it..."

"Everyone? Everyone knows?" He covered his face with his hands. "My God, I must be at the mouth of the palace."

"Everyone is astonished by your tenacity, My Lord," Mix tried to encourage him. "You bit the strongest Alpha in the entire empire. In fact, they're even talking about your wedding."

"I'll get married..." he whispered, remembering his promise. "I'm going to marry Pick..."

There was doubt in his voice, so much so that Mix could see it, yet he chose to remain silent. The idea of ​​Rome not marrying the Emperor frightened him.

The Alpha was dangerous.

***

Sitting next to the throne, Rome watched the people dancing and staring at him undisguisedly. He was deeply uncomfortable, but he couldn't leave. Beside him, Pick smiled more cheerfully than ever; his clothing was revealing across his chest, revealing only a small fraction of his mark.

However, it was enough for everyone to know what that meant.

"I'm going to speak to the ministers," he said, caressing Rome's cheek. "Stay with my mother."

The older woman nodded at her son's words and sat next to Rome. The boy felt self-conscious about everything and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"My dear, you're a little pale. Would you like some wine? For your nerves..."

"Please..." He accepted the glass, trying not to let the trembling in his hands show. "My lady, thank you for your company..."

"Don't be grateful. The truth is, I was bored. Lucia didn't come, so I have no one else to talk to. Would you like to go out into the garden for a while? I'm sick of so many eyes watching us."

He nodded happily inside. He preferred to be outside enjoying the cool night instead of the swarming crowd. With the help of his guards, he was carried to a chair where the silence was perfect for calming his inner anxiety.

"This place is perfect. There are many unsavory beings in the hall. Do you know that people fear me, and I don't know why?"

The omega sipped from his glass to avoid answering. He could think of at least five reasons why people would flee from the Queen Mother, but he chose to remain silent.

"Did you enjoy biting my son?" The younger man choked on his drink. "My dear, don't choke..."

"My lady, let's not talk about it, please..."

"Why? I have to admit you surprised me, even though I truly expected it. You're incredible."

"It was an accident."

"No matter what, you still did it, and you have to take responsibility." The woman took his hand. "You must take care of yourself and know that Pick will be more protective; my son won't want to become a Beta."

"I am responsible for what I did. I know I am guilty of committing a sin. I don't intend to run away knowing I could harm him..."

"Of course, you've always been a very intelligent boy." She let go and held her glass again. "Besides, you wouldn't be foolish enough to try to escape. You know the saying 'a tiger's son comes out with stripes'?" Rome didn't understand. "It means that sons resemble their father, and Pick grew up watching his father prevent his concubines from escaping."

Rome thought of his mother and how Ming held her captive in a room for years. Cold sweat ran down his back; he couldn't imagine himself imprisoned.

"Is he going to lock me up?" he whispered, frightened, to which Olga scoffed.

"Lock you up? Oh no, he wouldn't do something so foolish because you could run away at any moment..." He didn't like the woman's creepy smile. "He'd prevent that."

"My lady... I don't understand..."

"Don't you understand? He'd prevent you from running, Rome. He'd break your legs."

Pick's cruelty was something his foolish brain suppressed and forgot, but it was real. He didn't doubt that the Queen Mother's words were true.

"Are you going to behave? In my husband's golden age, it was common to see some poor concubines crawling on the floor. He wouldn't even let the soldiers carry her, and if they recovered, he'd fracture them again."

"The Emperor... he... do you think he'd be capable of doing something so horrible to me?"

"Horrible? It would be horrible if he cut off your legs. A fracture heals in a couple of months, Rome. A small punishment for bad behavior."

"My lady... I... I'm not going to escape. I swear."

"Excellent. Do you want more cookies? The vanilla ones are delicious..."

Rome accepted the sweet with a slight tremble. His ankle hurt quite a bit; he couldn't imagine the suffering of having his legs broken multiple times. The idea of ​​escape was buried in his mind; after almost losing the Alpha, all he wanted was to lie down with him and wake up next to him every morning.

"Damn Omega!" Without warning, his hair was yanked back, throwing him from his chair. The Consort couldn't react in time to prevent Lucia from mounting him and shaking him violently.

"Guards!" the Queen Mother shouted. "Separate them!"

"Touch me and Pick will cut off your heads!" the Empress exclaimed, putting her face right in front of Rome's. "How dare you bite my husband? You damn creep. You wanted to secure your position, didn't you?"

"My lady... you're hurting me..."

"Do you remember, Rome? You told me your dream was to be free. Do you think you'll be free now? Forget that. If you leave, Pick will go crazy without your pheromones. I have to congratulate you; you saved your own life and at the same time put the noose around your neck."

"Let me go..."

"You crossed the line. You'll regret what you did every minute." She tugged at him again and whispered in his ear. "The Emperor will take out your eyes so you'll never see anyone else..."

"I didn't want this!" He grabbed the woman's hair and pulled to free himself. "I never wanted to mark him!"

"As if I would believe you! You wanted him from the beginning! You desired my husband!"

"I loved Din, and you forced me to be with the Emperor!" He pulled harder, pushing her away. "This is all your fault! I was happy until you all got in my way!"

Lucia let go of him, falling silent. She already knew it; she had blamed herself for her mistake for a long time. Every day she carried the rage that she herself had brought her lover into her husband's bed, and for that, she hated him even more. Rome reminded her of one of her biggest mistakes.

"I hope you are miserable for the rest of your life..." the Empress muttered angrily.

"The important thing is that I will never be as miserable as you," the Consort concluded, feeling the girl being pushed away.

Pick watched the interaction without intervening. Porsche, at his side, glanced surreptitiously at his friend and then at the Omega. Lucia was definitely right, Rome had put the noose around his neck.

Chapter Text

A month and a half after returning from Ragus, the wedding took place.

The Emperor wanted to get married the week after his return, but Rome complained until he managed to convince him to at least let his ankle heal a little; it was important to him to walk, even with a limp, to the altar. Being carried or dragged wouldn't look good in the eyes of the lucky few who were invited.

When the big day arrived, the Consort couldn't help but feel nervous. Since the fight with the Empress, he dreamed of Din again; nightmares recurred at least every other night, disturbing his sleep. His ex-partner complained about him for having failed himself and their relationship. The worst part was that he would wake up crying and the Alpha's chest would welcome him in a warm embrace.

Prolonging the guilt he thought he had overcome.

A sigh escaped his lips, and without stopping it, the feeling of suffocation ran through his chest. He recognized fear like an old friend he thought he'd forgotten. Beside him, Mix saw him trembling and gently rubbed his back.

"Your Highness, breathe, everything will be okay."

"I'm fine, it's just that I never thought I'd marry the Emperor." He choked back tears. "I never thought I'd stay in Araik forever."

"Do you want to escape?" Mix said, staring at him. "If you want, I can help you..."

Rome opened his eyes and grabbed his face violently to get his attention. He could almost feel the panic coursing through the younger man's bold tongue.

"Don't ever say that again in your life." His voice sounded thick, frightening the boy. "If someone hears you and tells Pick, I won't be able to do anything to save your skin. Understand?"

"Yes... yes... I'm sorry..."

The Consort let him go, biting his lip. His servant's words sounded more tempting than he thought, and it angered him. He loved the Alpha. They'd been through so much together; from the beginning, fate had united their two lives. How could he interfere?

Mix combed his hair again, his face pale. Within him, there was a certain remorse toward the Emperor that he hadn't told his Master. He knew Emma and Porsche were together again, as if mocking his suffering. The truth danced on the tip of his tongue, but he decided not to disturb Rome with his nonsense. He had enough with his own problems; the younger man placed a wreath of flowers on the Consort's head; it was simple and contrasted perfectly with the white and gold garment. Some green jewels were also added, a subtle touch to please the Emperor.

"It's time to leave, My Lord..." Mix grabbed his arm and tried to sound calm so the older man would calm down. "Everything will be very beautiful; you look gorgeous, Your Highness."

"I feel like I'm going to throw up..." he whispered as he walked down the hallway toward the palace's exterior. "Or maybe I'm going to faint."

"Let it be after the ceremony. Don't let anyone see you weak, Your Highness..." A pinch came to his side, forcing him to walk upright. He thanked the little boy silently.

The entire wedding arrangement was in the hands of Pick, who, following his request, held it outdoors. Several guards watched over every corner; it was obvious that in addition to protecting him, they were also instructed to prevent any escape attempts. The consort lowered his head, holding back tears, and tried to breathe to relax.

Halfway along the path, something delicious reached him. He didn't raise his face, however, the soft, yet sweet smell of freshly cut grass wafted into his nose, bringing back memories of his childhood. He focused on the scent to give himself strength to go outside.

A path of flower petals formed the path to the simple altar, where the Emperor waited for him with a smile. A few pews were placed on the sides, indicating that the concubines, the Queen Mother, and the Empress, along with a few guests, would witness everything.

He thought Mix would accompany him to hand him over to his mate, but he was surprised to see Earth take his place. He flashed a warm smile and explained in less than two seconds that these were the Emperor's orders.

The symbolism was clear. Being handed over by a Beta was a not-so-subtle way of reminding him of Din and, at the same time, making him agree to say goodbye to his former life. Water reached his eyes, making him even more enthralled with the soldier who was carrying him to the end.

"You look beautiful," Pick said, reaching out to reach him.

"You too," he reciprocated the compliment with a trembling voice. The Alpha flashed a smile and began the ceremony.

Despite his doubts, Rome managed to calm his nerves and enjoy the ceremony. Dusk fell on little Ryan as he walked toward them with the rings. It was very sweet for the Consort to see the prince's footsteps arrive and throw the pillow with the jewels to hug him. A burst of laughter was heard from the couple, which the guests shared. The priest continued with his words, not caring that the Omega was holding the child in his arms. Pick also looked happy as he took one of Rome's hands to place the ring on it.

"Do you know what the moon means to us Alphas?" he commented, kissing the wrist. "You are my moon, Rome. You are the love of my life, and I promise to make you happy forever."

The tears finally left his eyes as he nodded and handed the child to his mother-in-law. Repeating the same movement as the Alpha, he took his hand and placed the ring on it.

"I promise to love you forever," he sobbed emotionally. "My Alpha... I love you..."

"I declare this union of love sealed. You may kiss." The priest gave the signal, and without waiting, the two shared a passionate kiss.

Applause echoed throughout the venue, as did the shower of rice and petals. Rome hugged the Alpha in a warm embrace and eagerly inhaled his scent. In the midst of it all, without agreeing, the couple released their pheromones to make a much deeper promise.

Several people approached to congratulate them with hugs and even some gifts. Betty took Rome by the arm and led him aside to surprise him. Pick watched him walk away and smiled, however, the grimace died as soon as he noticed the Empress at his side.

"Congratulations on your wedding," she said, holding a glass. "Or should I say, your sentence?"

"What the hell do you want? I didn't even ask you to come."

"How could I miss such a special occasion? It's not every day that the Emperor becomes a slave," she mocked. "Congratulations, dear, you are officially Rome's slave."

"Lucia, you'd better shut up before I get angry."

"No need to get angry, dear, it's enough to know that you're nothing more than a replacement. Don't you think it's funny? Everyone thinks you're the great Emperor, and the reality is you're just a pathetic little thing that Rome will never love. Because let's face it, Rome doesn't love you, and he never will."

"Get out!" Pick yelled at her. "Guards! Take her away!"

"Even a dead man can beat you and stay in his mind," she snapped before being yanked away. "You heard him that time, right?"

Pick clenched his fists in anger. Lucia's smug smile wouldn't be forgotten, especially since deep down it bothered him that she was right.

"What happened?" Rome arrived, interrupting his moment of rage. "What did the Empress do?"

"Nothing, she's just jealous," he replied, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. "What did they give you?"

"I'll show you later..." The Consort's blush made it clear to the Alpha what he was talking about. "Don't look at me like that!"

"How am I looking at you?" The consort playfully punched him. "Perhaps the gift is more for me than for you."

They continued embracing and greeting people with a smile. The night brought with it a celebration with music and lots of food. The newlyweds sat high above the altar, sharing their clasped hands to show their love for each other.

"Your Majesty Pick..." A short woman approached them cautiously. "Your Highness Rome, congratulations on your union."

"My darling, may I introduce you to Vera. She will paint a picture of today. Would you like it to be when we said "I do" at sunset, or of this moment as we sit on the throne?"

"At sunset..." he replied with a small smile. "Or however you wish."

"My lord, your wishes are more important than mine." She curtsied. "I will gladly capture the beauty of your wonderful union. You make a beautiful couple..."

Rome blushed again. He still hadn't gotten used to being told he was beautiful; he was still nervous and a little incredulous at the words of respect that continued to flow in.

The small party lasted until late at night; they decided they would leave for their honeymoon the next day so as not to rush; for some reason, the Consort felt nervous about the trip. It was the first time he'd left the palace under the name of husband.

Pick huddled beside him, hugging him closer while releasing pheromones to calm him. Still, it was difficult. He focused on the natural landscape that surrounded their path. The villa they reached was far from Araik and its bustle. A day and a half was enough for Rome to be amazed by what his eyes captured.

The sea.

As crystalline as the water before them, tears streamed down their cheeks. The embrace from behind the Alpha felt warm like the breeze caressing Rome's skin. The immensity of the vast landscape blended with the sun, each wave sparkling.

He couldn't help himself and ran to the shore to dip his feet. The water was cold, but that didn't stop him from bending down and touching it with his hands, incredulous at being faced with such a pleasure for the senses.

"This is beautiful..." he murmured, still sobbing.

"You are beautiful." Pick crouched down beside him. "I told you you'd see the world by my side, darling. I love you."

"I love you too!" He reciprocated the gesture of love with a leap that threw the Alpha onto the shore. "Can we swim? The water feels great!"

"Have I ever denied you anything?" The consort took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his underwear. Without waiting for anything, he stepped into the waves and enjoyed the pleasure of the sensations. Pick saw him from the sand and looked away for just a second to check that none of his men dared to see his almost naked companion. They all turned quickly in fear.

"Don't go too deep, the waves can be treacherous," he warned the omega as he came to his side. "Let's play here for a while and then go eat."

"Can't we eat in here?"

"We'll stay in this villa for a week; you can bathe again." He took him by the legs, causing him to circle around him so they were face to face. "We have some things to take care of first."

Of course. "That" was needed.

There was no longer any excuse to refuse. When night fell and they found themselves together in the room, the pounding in the depths of his heart rose to his ears. That was normal, and yet it scared him. The outfit the concubines had given him was shameful and erotic, yet the Alpha was showing almost all of his teeth in happiness.

"Do you trust me?" Pick moved away from him, his expression still unchanged. "Do you love me, Rome?"

"You know I love you. We just got married, dear." He didn't understand the reason for the question. "Do you doubt me?"

"I love you too. Answer me, do you trust me?" The Omega nodded uncertainly, watching as the older man pulled out a red bottle. "This is an aphrodisiac; because of the war, I've been holding back the urge to make you mine for a long time."

"Uh... we don't need this..." His nerves were on edge at the mere thought of putting his rational mind aside. "I want you very much, and I don't need any concoctions to..."

"This is going to make us both go into heat." Rome's breath caught. "You're my husband, and I want to mark you."

"I...I..."

"Don't you want to? I thought you trusted me. I'm yours. I thought you'd want to be mine..."

"Yes, I do, but I'm scared." Pick lowered his face in disappointment, scaring him. "My Alpha, yes, I do. Let's do this, mark me..."

The Emperor drank half the flask before holding it to his lips and giving him a drink. Like a fruity medley, the taste seeped from his tongue to his throat, quickly replaced by his mate's kisses.

The room grew hot, making Rome sweat so much that the small garment covering him felt uncomfortable. The skin on his face barely relieved the warmth that was beginning to flood his pores. He didn't notice the moment his clothes slipped away, leaving him so exposed that for a second he felt self-conscious.

"We've done this many times, why are you embarrassed?"

"This is the first time we've done it as a married couple..."

"My husband is very tender." Pick looked his naked body up and down. "I'll give you an unforgettable night, my Omega."

Rome lay back on the bed and welcomed the other's lips with enthusiasm.

There was no turning back.

Two years later.

Twenty-four months had passed since their marriage; although his life hadn't changed much, for the Omega each day brought different challenges. The movements in his stomach woke him up, yet he didn't move because he was already used to it.

It started at his feet and then moved upwards. Ryan would curl up under the covers next to him; lately, he'd often sneak into his bed after having nightmares. The nannies didn't interfere; they knew the Consort enjoyed the little prince.

He hugged the boy before kissing him on the top of his head and went back to sleep. He knew morning had arrived because the Emperor gently stroked his hair until he woke up. He opened his eyes heavily and looked at his already dressed husband.

"Good morning, dear," Pick greeted him with a kiss. "Are you going to keep sleeping? Remember, the prince must go to his classes."

"He's only four, why be so strict?"

"Ryan will be Emperor in the future; he must be well-behaved."

"All right." He laughed, squeezing the small body that refused to leave the warmth of his chest. "What will you do today? Shall we have lunch together?"

"I must visit Lucia. The doctor says her due date is approaching." The joy in Rome was gone.

"The second heir is coming," he commented bitterly. "I'm sorry I can't give you one. I think I may have overused contraceptives in the end..."

"Let's keep trying. I'm not in a hurry."

"Perhaps I'll never get pregnant. I might be infertile."

"I don't care if it doesn't happen." Pick kissed him, still smiling. "I don't need more children. I'm happy just having you by my side."

"You say that, and you're still going to meet the Empress."

"It's my duty as the child's father. I only give her my pheromones for that reason. Don't think about it. I can't even smell her."

"No? I catch a whiff of some scents from time to time." The Emperor scrunched up his face. "But it's only for a second, don't worry."

The Consort knew it deep down. Even though the mark was made during the heat, for some reason it wasn't as potent as the one he'd made on the Alpha. He didn't smell anything as such, yet on certain occasions the scent of grass and nature crept into his nose.

"Do you still smell that?"

"It smells like freshly cut grass." He saw the concern in his husband. "I checked, and it seems to be coming from outside. It's not anyone's, dear."

"I hope so. I'd go crazy if you smelled another Alpha."

"How about an Omega? Maybe that's why..."

"Is it Mix? Porsche says he's been smelling a faint scent coming from him lately."

"Now that you mention it, I'm always with him when I smell it. Do you think it's his heat?" The relief on the Alpha's face let him know that this was the direction this conversation should take. "My little one is seventeen now. I have to prepare myself just in case..."

"I'm not going to interfere with that. See you at dinner, I love you, My Moon." The Omega received one last kiss before saying goodbye to the eldest. Although he didn't want to, he stretched and woke the little prince with several tickles. Afterward, they bathed together, and then he escorted him to a house next to the concubines. Inside, a rather old man was in charge of the education of all the palace children. Rome kissed Ryan goodbye and waved to the other infants, who happily responded. He continued on his way to Betty's home; her husband's former concubine had become a close friend in recent years. He and Mix would often spend the evenings with her, also learning about etiquette and protocol. A Consort couldn't have bad manners.

"Your Highness Rome..." the tall woman bowed to him while smiling. "And Mix?"

"He'll be here in a moment; I sent him to bring something I'll buy for you because I wanted us to be alone..."

"Is something wrong? Have I disrespected you in some way?"

"You disrespect me? First the Empress turns into a cat," he mocked. "No, it's just that I was embarrassed to ask you this in front of him."

"What do you want, Your Highness? Count on me..."

"The fertility herbs you offered me..." He blushed and lowered his head. "I want to take them..."

"You've finally let go of your stubbornness," she mocked, changing her tone to a more confident one so as not to intimidate the boy. "I've got them. I know you'll make His Majesty very happy."

"I'm still afraid he doesn't want my child... What if..."

"Didn't you say he insisted? You should have more confidence," she said, handing him a bag with several plants. "There are tense days ahead with the new baby that will be born. You know the Empress will say a rude thing or two to you..."

"I know, she's a pain, but at least this time I don't have to be there." The consort took the thing and hid it in his clothes. "Ryan doesn't want to go either. My lady still despises him..."

"Ryan is your son, not that woman's." Betty's smile was calm, easing the consort's inner turmoil. "A mother is the one who raises, not the one who conceives, and you have raised that child since he opened his eyes."

"I know. How is your little girl?" The consort suddenly changed the subject when he heard his assistant's footsteps. "We went to the village and got a beautiful doll. As soon as Mix arrives..." "Oh! I didn't feel you coming!"

Betty played along silently. No matter how much time had passed, in her eyes, Rome was still a fragile and inexperienced person who needed help to survive in an environment as chaotic and dangerous as the palace.

And not just the palace; the Emperor was the one he had to be most careful of. Before the end of the afternoon, she was confronted by the Alpha. She bowed her head in reverence and waited patiently for the Emperor to begin his daily interrogation.

"Rome came alone today. Why?" Pick looked serious. "I know you were in your chambers for several minutes until Mix arrived. Explain."

"My lord, the Consort came to me to ask for herbs to increase his reproductive capacity. He's still worried..."

"So? What did you tell him?"

"I followed his instructions, My Lord. I gave him contraceptives." Betty still didn't look at him. "A purple bag. He tucked it into his robes."

"Thank you," the man replied, inviting her to stand. "You will have your reward."

The woman nodded with a smile; however, she needed to speak, because otherwise, words would drown her.

"My lord, may this faithful servant be bold and ask you something personal?" "He nodded, noticing the concubine's nervous eyes. "Why don't you allow Rome to conceive? I know it would make him very happy. We omegas are born to..."

"Rome is sick." She stopped. "His body can't sustain a pregnancy. If he conceives, he could die before even giving birth."

"Are you talking about the loss he suffered? Your Highness, Rome told me it was from the fall. I don't think..."

"That wasn't his first loss." The girl's eyes widened, paling. "If you love Rome, you will help me prevent his death."

The former concubine nodded, though she trembled inside. She hoped the Emperor would never discover that she was actually playing against him. She didn't care if it cost her life.

She was loyal to Rome.

***

The night Rome received the Emperor's mark, his world stopped. Everything that wasn't the Alpha lost its smell and taste; It scared and disturbed him at first, but he ended up getting used to it over the months.

After a year, he could once again smell the scent of nature he loved so much. He dedicated himself to keeping his greenhouse organized and teaching classes in the afternoons. Many of the palace servants used to bring him fruit in gratitude for being so good and kind to them.

"Your Highness, why..." He couldn't hear his assistant's question.

He stopped seeing and hearing, only silence covered him, allowing his husband's familiar voice to pass through his senses. That was the only thing he still hadn't gotten used to. Without answering Mix, he turned around and started walking toward the Alpha.

A few weeks after the bite, he understood why every time he called Pick in his mind, he appeared. The mark created an almost telepathic connection between them, causing the mere thought of each other to act as a switch that disrupted their activities. His neck itched as he was pulled in search of the elder's presence.

"Rome..." echoed in his mind, stirring his heart with every passing minute. Those who saw him in the hallway already knew what was happening to him and moved away so as not to interrupt their encounters.

He entered the man's office and frowned. He hated seeing the mocking smile on his partner's face due to the power he held over him.

"Wow, you arrived faster than I expected," he commented, opening his arms to welcome him and releasing his pheromones, managing to lessen his annoyance. "It's been two years and you're still with this attitude."

"I don't like to put aside the things I'm doing..."

"Is there anything more important than coming to give love to your husband?" He hugged him tightly. "This is something natural between an Alpha and an Omega; we need to exchange pheromones, dear."

Even though he resisted, a part of him longed for the opposite scent. The truth was, he enjoyed being close to his husband; he just liked being difficult. He eagerly inhaled the opposite scent and let out his own with a smile.

"What did you do today?" the Emperor asked, sitting him down on the desk. "Anything fun?"

"Not yet," he murmured, opening his clothes. "Can we mess up the papers a bit?"

"Did my pheromones turn you on?" Rome nodded, biting his lower lip. The herbs Betty gave him had stirred a certain heat in a certain part of his body.

"Alpha... Your Moon wants you very much..." Pick threw him against the wood with a smile.

Who could say Rome didn't love him if he gave himself to him on his own?

Nothing and no one would keep the Omega from his arms.

Chapter Text

Ryan was a curious boy. Ever since the little one was born, Rome assumed he would be very attached to him. He called him Daddy and hid behind his legs whenever he got into mischief. He loved the boy, that was the truth.

However, sometimes he regretted that closeness. Deep down, he blamed himself for the way the Empress treated the little boy. It was no longer a secret; everyone knew it and was very clear about it. Even him.

"Daddy, why does Mommy hate me?" Every time that question reached his ears, it broke his heart.

"She doesn't hate you, darling, it's just that Mrs. Lucia doesn't smile as much..."

"Are you sure, Daddy? I heard her tell Grandma that she was happy because my little brother looks like her, not like me..." The little boy rubbed his eyes, on the verge of tears. "Why do I look like you and not Mommy?"

"Because I love you with all my heart," Rome replied, hugging him helplessly. "Don't pay attention to her. I've already told you, you're a strong and brave boy. Your father and I love you very much."

"If I stop looking like you, will you stop loving me?" Rome immediately denied. "And when you have your own baby?"

"Then I'll love you twice as much, because you'll take care of him like an older brother..."

"Really? You won't treat me rudely if you have another baby?"

"Never. I love you, my little one." They both hugged before Mix's uncomfortable gaze.

Mix waited patiently for Rome to drop the boy off at his lessons so they could start the day. Every time he heard the prince complain about the Empress, he grew angrier; it bothered him to see good people end up in the clutches of people as evil as the nobles, especially the most important Alpha of Araik. He wished with all his might that his Master could free himself from the ties that, of course, he and everyone else could see.

"Poor Ryan, I'll have to talk to Pick so he can try to get the Empress to treat him better..." And what frustrated him most was the Omega's blind trust in his mate.

"If he hasn't done anything before, I highly doubt he'll do it now." His response was rude, so the older man turned around in surprise. "Uh... I mean... Your Highness doesn't seem very worried about that situation..."

"Lately, I've noticed you've been a little hormonal..."

"Me? You've gone crazy, my lord..."

"Mix, it's my duty as an adult to tell you." He grabbed the boy's arm and gently led him to a bench. "I think your heat will come soon..." The boy opened his eyes. "You know that because of the mark, I can't smell as many scents, however, I can still get a little whiff of you..."

Heat rose up the servant's neck and reached his ears, turning them red. Rome let out a small laugh as he watched him cover himself in embarrassment. Of course, he'd expected that reaction. He was already prepared.

"Thanks to having a private room, you'll be able to be alone; I'll give you some medicine so you won't feel so bad." He hugged him. "I know it might scare you a little, given how you saw me, but I assure you, you'll sleep soundly until it's over."

"And if I don't want to be alone?" The Consort pulled away, feeling a pressure in the pit of his stomach. "Would you object if I decided to spend it with someone? I can take herbal contraceptives..."

"With...who do you want to spend it with?" The boy bit his lower lip. "With a Porsche?"

"Huh?" Mix stood up, completely offended. "Why the hell would I want to spend my heat with such a disgusting guy?"

"Hey, calm down. I just thought since we used his pheromones that time, maybe you'd want to do it again..."

"No. I don't want to smell like that man again." He crossed his arms. "I just need someone to help me with the heat waves, and I have someone in mind, but I don't know if it's possible." He looked him in the eyes. "Earth..."

All the breath the Consort had been holding escaped with relief from his lips. He would much rather the young man spend his vulnerable moment with the soldier instead of the General. He understood his doubts; it wasn't so easy for a Beta to resist an Omega's heat, but still, he could help.

"Nothing is impossible as long as you have the right information." He invited him to sit back down to whisper so that no guards could hear him. "I went through a couple of heat episodes with Din. He was a Beta too, and although it was difficult for him at first, we made it work."

"How so? I know there's no way to turn a Beta into an Alpha."

"No, but you can turn him on until he's lost in the pleasure of your heat..." Rome blushed. "We can give him an aphrodisiac. Would you like that?" Mix nodded with a smile. "You don't have to force yourself to do it if you feel uncomfortable. You can wait until you have an Alpha partner and..."

"I want to do it. I like him." The consort didn't know it, but the boy had something in mind and needed the soldier to be out of his mind for it.

"You like him? Since when?"

"Well... we've been sharing dinners for a little over a year, and sometimes we sleep together." The older man couldn't believe it. "We haven't even kissed, but I know if I ask him, he won't say no."

"Really?" You haven't told me anything!

“You seem pretty busy these days…”

"You know I always have time for you!" The consort hugged him again, genuinely moved because his plan of years ago was finally bearing fruit. "From now on, tell me everything. I want to know."

"Your Highness! I'm not asking you to tell me what you do with the Emperor!" He walked away again, embarrassed. "Come on, we're late to go to the field."

Rome mocked his assistant's quickened steps. Even though he tried to act like a grown-up, it was clear he was still very innocent and immature. It didn't matter that he had grown two or three inches; he was still their little teenager.

He arrived at his side and picked up a sack with several bags full of candy inside. Mix had already prepared everything to give to the new soldiers as a welcome. It was important for the Consort to greet them and show respect for always protecting Araik.

However, there were still many he didn't know, and more arrived every month, so the task always dragged on until he grew tired and put it off for another day. Sometimes even some mischievous ones would lie and pretend they hadn't received the gift, but his other teammates would reveal the truth, making Rome laugh. This even made his relationship with them more pleasant and close.

He entered the field and first greeted Porsche before addressing the various groups he didn't know. Several of them reverenced his presence, surprised by the fact that he stopped and greeted them with confidence. Something new was also the fact that several Omegas had joined the army, making Rome realize that he served as an inspiration in some way, as everyone commented that they came to meet him.

At first, this surprised him. He never imagined that the legend of a strong Omega would be about him, and although he denied it at first, he eventually accepted the others' admiration. Partly because of that, he was also good; he wanted them to see him as someone normal.

"I haven't received my candy!" An Omega bent down in front of him, curtsying. "Your Highness Rome! Why is there only candy for the soldiers? We want some too!"

At that complaint, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Ryan and his little friends had sneaked into the camp, causing quite a scene. He shook his head, bending down to the little girl, and handed her a bag with a smile.

"Share them after lunch; now return to class or the Emperor will punish you..." Holding the nannies' hands, the children left as noisily as they had arrived.

Mix shook his head, sharing the laughter until Earth arrived and fell silent. Color rose again in his cheeks; Rome saw him and, to give them space to speak, told them he would go and finish distributing the few candies he had left.

He passed between several soldiers who were alone, taking the time to speak to each of them. Between bows and short answers, he realized it was getting late and he almost had to go back. He was missing several, but he decided to hand over one last bag and leave.

"Welcome to the army, thank you for your service..." he said, handing over the candies. "I'm Rome, the Emperor's husband. Anything you need, you can ask me with confidence. I believe we're the same age..."

The boy, hearing his position, bowed exaggeratedly and thanked him, bringing a smile to his face. Rome also bowed his head in respect to the soldier and turned to leave until he heard his voice.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness... White." The Omega froze, dropping the bag and turning around in fear, staring into the Alpha's face.

"You... what did you call me?"

"Your Highness?" The young man smiled. "Don't you remember me?"

Rome leaned closer to look at him, and a click clicked in his head; He felt his heart flutter with happiness, and without controlling the impulse, he threw himself at the boy, who greeted him with a strong hug.

"Todd... you're alive..." He sighed, still holding him, almost with tears in his eyes. "My God, I can't believe it."

"My dear White..." he said in his ear. "You look as beautiful as the day we parted. I'm so glad to see you're living well..."

"I thought you died that night..."

"No, Mom and I were able to escape through the back door before they burned everything down. I'm sorry about your family..."

"It's been more than ten years; I'd rather not think about it," he replied, pulling away slightly, but was roughly pulled away from the warmth of others.

"Your Highness... keep your distance..." Mix looked scared. "There are many eyes watching us."

He didn't need to turn around to realize the huge mistake he had made; Due to the excitement, it was almost certain everyone would know he and Todd had known each other before.

"I just got back from the north. I never thought I'd find you here." The soldier was unaware of the danger. "When you introduced yourself as Rome, I thought I was mistaken, but I'm so glad it's you."

"Rome." Porsche appeared with a serious face, interrupting the encounter. "It's time for you to leave the field. We're going to train aggressively, and it could be dangerous for you."

"General... I..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, but to the Emperor, your husband." He looked directly at Todd, who tensed. "Keep your distance from the Consort. Remember, he's a married man."

His friend lowered his head in fear, making him feel guilty. He didn't say goodbye; he just left with Mix and several guards who barely concealedly escorted him to his room. He tried to leave with the excuse of getting something to eat, but they wouldn't let him. Rome knew Pick would arrive any moment, looking for answers. Porsche was a gossip.

Several minutes later, the Alpha entered, his jaw clenched; his eyes fixed on him as he released an immense amount of dominant pheromones. The Consort also released his own in response. He hadn't done anything wrong to fear punishment.

"He's my childhood friend," he explained, resisting the urge to kneel. "I thought he was dead, that's why I was so excited to see him."

"They say you shamelessly hugged him, unable to contain yourself, even in front of my entire army."

"He was a child just like me; we played together in our shelter. I hugged him because he was like my brother. Please, calm down..."

"He's a Beta, right? With you, it's always damn Betas."

"An Alpha I don't care about. You're the only one for me, you know that..." Rome looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that his words were true. "He knows I'm married to the Emperor of Araik. I was just handing out candy as usual and I ran into him..."

"Will you speak to him again?" The way Pick looked at him made it clear there was only one right answer, and yet Rome couldn't accept it.

"He's my friend..."

"Is he so important that you keep talking to him? I'll have to take action."

"Please don't hurt him." The Omega approached the alpha and hugged him, releasing more of his essence. "He's an old friend, in fact, he was my brother's best friend. I'm begging you."

"If you want that, you'll have to convince me better." Rome nodded, pulling the other man's face in for a kiss.

If he wanted to protect Todd, it was best not to speak to him.

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The next time the Consort saw his friend, he felt a hole in his heart. The new soldier looked tired and covered in bruises; although it had only been a few days, Rome could swear he was even thinner. It was obvious he was being treated harshly because of him. He hated himself for it.

He wanted to keep his distance and thought Todd would understand that it was best to separate them, however, he was barely approaching the field when he felt the Alpha's rear-end salute.

"White!" He smiled happily, hugging him. "Or should I call you Consort?"

"My name is Rome. Don't ever call me White again." He roughly removed his arm from around his shoulders. "I'm 'Your Highness Rome' to you, don't forget that..." His friend laughed beside him, downplaying his obviously formal expression. "I'm serious. The truth is, we shouldn't even talk..."

"Do you think the Emperor would have married you two if Black were alive?" His friend's question caught him off guard and made him laugh at the same time.

A man like Pick would never have been able to take on a person like his brother. He continued to mock the nonsensical remarks that kept coming out of his friend's mouth; he really missed spending time with someone close to his family.

"You're crazy, Todd. They're going to kill you if you keep being such an idiot. Did puberty not do you any good?"

"I just wanted to make you laugh. You look tense." The Alpha pursed his lips as if hesitant, but blurted out what he'd been wondering. "White, why does he have such a tight grip on you? Did you screw up earlier?"

"What the hell are you saying?" He gave him an incredulous look and punched him in the arm. "I told you to call me Rome!"

"Calm down, Your Highness Rome..." he commented in a fake voice. "Yes, I've been thinking about it, and I think the Emperor must be very insecure. You know, I got beaten up just for talking to you. The General said that if I continued to get close to you, things would go very badly for me; it's the first time I've been threatened like that. Have you been unfaithful to him in the past?"

"You know I'm incapable of doing something like that."

"Black would have." Todd interrupted. "He was crazy, and he wasn't as dumb as you."

"True." Despite the offense, Rome wasn't upset. "Remember the time we ran away when we were like nine to see the lake?"

"How can I forget Black calling us cowards for not going in the water?" They shared another laugh. "And your mom punishing us afterward with the spoonfuls of cod liver oil."

"I forgot! That taste was so awful!"

"I'm doing it so you don't get sick..." The soldier emulated his mother's voice, bringing another smile to his face. "So you don't get the flu..."

The consort burst into laughter even louder than before. Memories of his mother surfaced from the depths of his mind, drawing out a happiness that lay buried deep inside him.

"Rome!" At that shout, he fell silent, turning around and abandoning all his joy. "Let's go!"

Pick pulled him violently, away from the soldier without even giving him time to speak. The grip was strong, so much so that it hurt his skin, and yet he didn't dare do more than let himself go and release his scent to calm him. When they reached the room they shared, his body was slammed against the wall. His back ached from the blow, a moan escaping his lips. He looked up to see the Alpha and face him.

"Save your pheromones," the elder said angrily. "Don't try to manipulate me, Omega."

"Why are you getting so aggressive? I was just talking to..."

"Did you ever have a thing for Todd?" Pick didn't let him continue explaining, but instead cornered him, almost taking his breath away. "Maybe he was your partner, and now that you've seen him again..."

"I never had anything with him." He pushed the Emperor away to feel less intimidated. "I explained that he was my childhood friend. The last time I saw him, we were twelve; I don't like it when you get all worked up about me talking to someone."

"You don't laugh like that with me."

"You don't make me laugh." He immediately realized the error of his ways. "I mean, our relationship is a little more mature."

"Is our relationship more mature?" More and more dominant pheromones dispersed into the air. "So tell me, what's your relationship with him like? Does he make you happy? Do I ruin your happiness?"

"Is this all because I laughed at your jokes? I'm a human being; I have the right to share and spend time with the people I care about."

"Oh, you didn't tell me that, Rome. I didn't know you cared." The Alpha roughly gripped his jaw to keep him from looking away. "You'll stay here for the rest of the week; I'll take care of that idiot."

A feeling of fear coursed through every inch of the Omega's body; his pupils dilated, and his breath caught in his throat. Pick brutally took his lips and covered him with more of his essence until his legs gave way. The ground received his body, which wasn't supported by the Alpha; he looked up and realized he was going to leave, leaving him in a state of absolute worry.

"Don't hurt him..." he begged, holding onto his clothes. "I'll behave and I won't go out, but don't hurt him... I beg you..."

"I should cut off his head for daring to make you laugh."

"Alpha...no...please." He hugged opposite legs, trembling, and released his pheromones. "You're the only one for me."

"You said that and you were sleeping with Din." Rome pulled away, mouth agape.

"Din was my boyfriend when I started sleeping with you," he countered, feeling rage. "And don't you dare mention it."

"I love you and you love me," the Emperor stated, bending down to look directly at him, his eyes filled with hatred. "That Beta is better off underground."

Rome moved further away, managing to stand up in disbelief. His brain refused to process the cruel words that had just come from his husband, especially since he knew how important the Beta was to him. Even though years had passed, his mate's death still pained him. The guilt lingered, and from time to time he offered prayers to his soul so that it wouldn't hold a grudge. Pick had no right to mention it.

"Let him rest in peace," he murmured, gathering strength. "Don't you dare speak ill of him."

"I don't like you around that Alpha," he said, clenching his jaw. "You've been different ever since he showed up."

"You don't like me around Alphas, Betas, or anyone. You need to work on your insecurity!"

"How are you talking to me?" Pick punched him in the chest, scaring him. His eyes blazed with rage, but Rome wouldn't let him.

"You don't suspect them, you suspect me!" He returned the act. "You think I'm going to cheat on you with everyone! I married you and I'm trying to give you a baby! Why do you keep doubting my love? What do I have to do to earn your trust?"

"I trust you! Why are you behaving this way?"

"Because I'm fed up with your jealousy! Lately, you've just been locking me up like I'm a prisoner! Is this the freedom you promised me?"

"Watch your words, Rome."

"I'm not your prisoner, I'm your husband! You have to respect me!"

"Does respecting you mean letting you mix with those kinds of people?"

"Those kinds of people? I am those kinds of people!"

"I can't keep talking to you; you're so upset." He turned to leave him alone, but the Omega held his arm tightly. "What?"

"If you do anything to Todd, I'll never forgive you." The Alpha squeezed his eyes shut and abruptly let go.

He didn't need to kill him to teach a lesson.

He was the ruler of Araik.

He would make him suffer.

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Staying locked up was boring, luckily the Emperor's chamber had an adjoining library where Rome could kill time reading. He was a rather curious Omega, so he enjoyed any book he came across. As the ruler of Araik, his companion had texts on a variety of subjects, including philosophy, mathematics, law, and even some medicine.

The Consort approached the shelf and, with a play on words, picked a book at random. The name struck him as odd, "Basic Physiology." He grabbed it and sat down in the armchair next to it. The first few pages didn't contain much important information, so without looking, he opened it to the center and skimmed the letters, paying little attention until a paragraph caught his eye.

“When Omegas become pregnant, they become more dependent on the Alpha's pheromones; their mates, at the same time, become possessive, and if they haven't recognized each other before, they succumb to their instincts and claim them as their mates. They tend to be aggressive and…”

Rome clenched his jaw and stopped reading. He hadn't imagined Pick becoming more possessive than he already was. Negative thoughts crept into his mind, making him tremble. Would the Alpha be capable of prohibiting him from going out during the entire pregnancy? And how would he feel about the desperation of the pheromones?

Analyzing each catastrophic scenario only made him nervous. Was it really a good idea to get pregnant? What if fate didn't allow it as a form of protection? Perhaps even his mother was intervening from heaven to prevent him from screwing up.

He anxiously covered his face and took several deep breaths to calm himself, wishing his assistant would bring him some hot tea, but coincidentally, the boy hadn't come to serve him that day. He immediately became worried and ran to the door.

"Ray, where's Mix?" The guard looked at him with a strange expression. "What's wrong? Don't tell me Pick forbade him from entering?"

"No, my lord. I thought you'd been warned..." Rome shook his head hesitantly. "Apparently, he went into heat yesterday. They say Earth is accompanying him..."

Bile rose in his throat. He knew the moment was coming, and yet it still affected him. Accepting that his little one really wasn't so little caused a thousand sensations inside him; he even began to cry.

"Your Highness... are you all right? Do you need me to call the Emperor?"

"I'm fine on my own... I just need some hot tea. Can one of you bring it to me?" The soldiers looked at each other without moving. "I'll go get him myself..."

"Your Highness, don't force us to use force..." Ray stood between him and the exit. "Someone will bring you tea soon, please go back inside."

"How long will I be locked up? I want out..."

"You must discuss that with His Majesty the Emperor. We're sorry, but our orders are clear, return to the room, my lord."

Rome turned around without even saying goodbye to the guard. Helplessness coursed through his veins, and he couldn't help himself, starting to throw things on the floor. Vases and ornaments flew before crashing against the walls. Rage over Pick and his inability to go and help Mix in a difficult time overwhelmed him.

A servant knocked on the door and handed him the tea. The boy's frightened face also infuriated him; it was almost certain that rumors about his bad behavior would spread again. He gulped the liquid down and angrily handed the tray to him.

"Get out of here, or I may hurt you." He said sarcastically, but when he saw the young man run away, he knew his joke had been misunderstood.

As the minutes passed, he ran out of things to vent his fury on. He looked around the room, and the bed came into view. He grabbed the sheets as well, turning them into a mess. He was surprised by how heavy they were. They felt almost like a ton. They were so difficult to carry that his legs gave way, leaving him lying between the floor and them.

He couldn't even lift the pillows. Sleep covered him completely, closing his eyes and making his body slide among the fabrics scattered on the floor. The last thing he felt before falling asleep were several voices along with the sensation of being lifted.

He woke up in the night, Pick was peacefully reading beside him. The Emperor looked at him with a smile and kissed him on the forehead. Rome blinked several times, yet the dream seemed to continue.

"Go back to sleep, dear." the eldest whispered. “Rest…”

“I… why am I so sleepy?” Despite the suggestion, he continued to struggle.

“You must be tired from the mess you made…”

“I’m sorry. I was upset that you wouldn’t let me out…” He squeezed his companion’s arm. “Can I go out tomorrow? I want to see Mix…”

"Mix is ​​in heat. I made sure they brought him medicine, so you can rest easy."

"Anyway, I want to see him...please..."

"Okay, now go back to sleep." That was all he needed to stop his resistance and let himself go. He returned to his dream world immediately.

He wanted to visit Mix, but strangely, the next day he was still so sleepy that he fell asleep after breakfast. He slept through the afternoon and evening, waking only when Pick arrived.

"Eat and go back to bed," the Alpha suggested, helping him sit up. "I think you have a fever."

"I don't feel hot or sick, I'm just very sleepy. Can you call the doctor?"

"Then you should get more sleep." He ignored the request. "Eat everything, don't leave a single crumb."

"I'll go visit Mix tomorrow," he replied, finishing his food. "I won't sleep that long."

"Whatever you say..." the Emperor whispered, paying little attention.

"Pick... don't ignore me..."

"I like it better when you're like this..." He heard those words before closing his eyes, unable to bear the heaviness.

Despite the words, he went back to sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He didn't wake up until after noon; another servant attended to him. This time, Rome didn't eat anything. He preferred to postpone lunch and go to Mix's, that way he would have an excuse to eat with him.

As the days passed, he was sure the boy's heat had come to an end. He knocked on the door and no one answered. He hesitated about whether to enter the place or not, but his concern overcame him, causing him to cross the threshold.

They both slept soundly, cuddled in the middle of the sheet. That gave him tenderness; he was pleased to see that his protégé had at least enjoyed his first heat. He opened the windows to let the scent out, and that action brought back the memory of Din.

He froze for a couple of seconds, remembering his heat with the Beta. Silly, everyday things often brought back memories of a simpler past as a servant. He shook his head, pushing away the uncomfortable emotions, and prepared to wake the omega just as Emma had done with him in the past. He laughed inwardly at that.

"Honey, it's me." The young man slowly opened his eyes. "I'll clean you up and then I'll give you something to eat, okay?"

Mix moved slowly, feeling confused, and everything came back to him, making him blush. He covered himself in embarrassment, causing the soldier's toned, tanned body to come into view with the swish of the sheets. The consort turned away to avoid anyone seeing him and gossiping to Pick.

"Get up, idiot!" Mix scolded him. "Your Highness Rome is here..."

The Beta blinked several times before understanding his words and reacting the same way the boy had. The Consort burst out laughing at the couple behaving shyly after everything they had surely done.

"So? Did you have a good time?"

"Your Highness!" His assistant threw a pillow at him to shut him up. "You shouldn't be here!"

"You didn't come to see me, and I got worried. Who knew you were having fun?" The younger boy covered his face, pulling back the sheet and uncovering Earth again, who looked at Rome in embarrassment. "And how are you? Did you have a good time with Mix?"

"Your Highness, I... I..." He fell silent suddenly and inhaled the air as if hypnotized. "What smells so delicious?"

Rome considered teasing him because of the Beta's audacity. The room exuded a strong scent of pheromones and pure sex, something that was blatant to the soldier; however, the smile died on his lips. All the blood drained from his face when he saw the young man's neck.

Earth was marked.

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Having Rome sedated was simple and straightforward; all it took was a little manipulation of his food and he'd fall completely onto the bed. He preferred him that way, docile and cooperative like before. Pick thought that by marking him, the Omega would become submissive to him and his pheromones. However, after two years, it seemed that the bubble of control was diminishing.

In the past, when he bit him, the cycle began again. The Consort became weak and sensitive; however, the longer he carried the mark, the more it was obvious that the boy's stubbornness was struggling, and he even managed to control his instincts. He needed to find a way to bring him back to his feet.

What could he use to upset him? Mix was behaving well; Todd, although a thorn in his side, hadn't yet done anything serious enough to kill him in front of everyone; that would prove he was a crazy, jealous Emperor. He couldn't afford to be seen as weak.

While he thought about how to trigger the fear, he would keep him asleep. He would allow him to wake up a little for sex, and then return him to the world of dreams. Each bite would contain a sleeping pill, at least until Rome's mind was gone enough to allow his deepest instincts to be carried away by his pheromones.

"Your Majesty." A small servant approached, interrupting his thoughts. "I have information about the Consort."

"What is it? Has he woken up?"

"Yes, my lord. He has left the room to visit Mix."

"What do you mean, 'left?'" The servant lowered his head in fear. "I gave you an order! Didn't you tamper with his food?"

"Yes, we did, my lord; but the Consort didn't eat breakfast. He left as soon as he woke up..."

"They're a bunch of useless people," he complained as he took up his sword. "Did he go to Mix's room?" The young man nodded. "They'd better be dressed."

Under the gaze of the trembling servant, Pick headed for the attendant's room. Several guards outside indicated that Rome was there, but he evidently wouldn't let them in. He pushed them aside angrily and crossed the door, seeing the Beta's sculpted chest before his eyes.

Rage coursed through his body; His partner was staring directly at the soldier's body. He thought about attacking the couple on the bed to teach Rome a lesson, but stopped mid-act. A freshly formed mark lay on the Beta's neck.

"What the hell happened here?" he muttered, causing everyone to turn around. "Did you mark him?"

Mix lowered his head, feeling guilty; however, Earth took his hand and smiled warmly. Rome liked the act, and he went to his husband to calm him down.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, subtly forcing him to lower his sword.

"What are you doing here?" he asked back. "I remind you that you're being punished..."

"I was worried about Mix..." He approached him and hugged him; although he seemed calm, it was obvious that Pick was upset by the sight of the naked soldier. "Did you come for me? I saw that Mix is ​​fine, let's go back to our room." The Emperor glanced at the couple again and, without another word, intertwined his fingers with Rome's and led him out. The Omega looked back and winked at his protégé, indicating that everything was fine and that they would talk later.

The first thing was to calm his husband down.

"How did you know I was here? Did they tell you I was out?" The elder falsely denied. "So?"

"I missed you a lot," he whispered, throwing him onto the bed. "Shall we have lunch together? I'm hungry, and I know you haven't eaten."

Ignorant of everything, the Consort nodded. He liked to eat in the company of his mate, especially when they were both in a good mood. They had been fighting a lot lately, and it made him uncomfortable. He wanted a happy marriage, and he was sure the Alpha longed for the same.

They went from lunch to eating each other. In bed, Rome tried to keep up, but sleep took control of his mind with every passing second. He moaned, inhaling his partner's pheromones, and disconnected from the environment, falling deeply asleep.

The Omega's arms fell to his sides, losing tone, just like his entire body. The Emperor smiled, finishing inside him. That's how he liked to see him, manageable and without defending himself. Heedless of the other's unconsciousness, he kissed him, enjoying the scent he continued to give off. He leaned against his chest, listening to his calm breathing.

If only he could stay like this forever.

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When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a blushing Mix. The boy looked at him with guilt-filled eyes, and Rome couldn't help but laugh. He decided to tease him a little.

"Wow, the clothes look good on you. I thought you'd never wear them again..."

"They're easy to take off and put on, you showed me..." He found the answer even more amusing. "You wake up from your nap and all you do is play with me?" The servant crossed his arms, pouting. He was embarrassed by the fact that the entire palace had heard about his heat, but he hoped to find some comfort in his Master. Obviously, that wasn't the case.

"I missed you," Rome said, sitting down on the bed. "How are you feeling? Do you have any pain that requires me to call a doctor?"

"I'm fine, Your Highness. Just a little... tired..." The last thing he said was a whisper that caused the older man to smile slightly.

"After the heat, that passes, you'll get used to it." The young man nodded without looking him in the eyes, because he knew Rome would ask him sooner or later. "May I know why you did it?"

"I wanted them to stop seeing him as lesser for being a Beta," he explained sincerely. "I wanted him to smell me and for my senses to be diminished. I don't want to keep smelling other Alphas."

"You planned it beforehand, right?" The consort sighed at the guilt on the other man's face. "Who gave you the idea? Don't tell me it was Emma."

"No. Of course not. Why would I talk to her? You know I keep my distance from her and the General. I read it in a book..."

"I'm asking because in the past I almost did the same thing with Din. Are you aware that if something happens to Earth, you'll become a Beta?"

"I don't care. I wish I could be one..." The elder fell silent. Mix had started to cry. "Are you mad at me for what I did?"

"No, honey. Just worried. It was your first heat, and..."

"I had a great time." The boy wiped his tears with relief. "Now I understand why you and Your Majesty do it so much."

"Hey!!!" Rome shouted, astonished. "Don't be shameless!"

Mix laughed at his Master's heated reaction. That was all that mattered to him; Rome's support was enough to make him feel reassured by his decision. Miraculously, everything had gone well; even Earth was happy to sense it.

He helped Rome dress and leave. The rest of the day seemed normal and peaceful until they made their mandatory stop in the countryside. The Beta approached him with a smile and, without a second thought, kissed him on the lips.

The Omega pushed him away, embarrassed because everyone was looking at him. Even though he knew no one would judge him, especially since they were a newly marked couple, that action caused his face to turn red. Beside him, the Consort's laughter echoed, affecting him even more.

"Are you okay? I haven't seen you for days." Mix turned around, thinking someone had been worried about him, but instead, Todd was the one addressing the Consort.

"I've been sick. I got a fever..." The conversation was calm and there was nothing unusual about it. In fact, everyone could hear them.

Rome looked relieved to see his friend was still alive. However, the Omega was unaware that the Emperor was watching him from a safe distance. The older man signaled to Mix, who was nervous about the interaction, to approach him with Earth.

"Now that you're together, I hope you don't neglect your duties by playing house," he said sarcastically, looking at his partner. "It's both your duty to look after the Consort. You know how stubborn he is."

"Rest assured, my lord. We'll keep an eye on him."

"Yes, he's so stubborn and reckless. I wouldn't be surprised if he's capable of interfering in military exercises." He looked directly at the Beta. "I expect you to stop him if something like that happens. You can't compromise his safety."

"We'll look after him, Your Highness."

The Emperor nodded, signaling them to leave. From the same position as before, Rome waited for them, his face furrowed and worried. Todd left as quickly as he'd arrived, leaving him alone and anxious to see Pick with his personal assistant.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing new," Mix replied, smiling reassuringly. "He just told us that now that we're a couple, we can't stop looking after you."

"Pick is exaggerating," Rome denied.

The training followed the same course it had been in place since before they arrived. Some soldiers practiced arrow handling, shooting them while running or in awkward positions. Others formed formations in groups and protected each other from attacks.

Sword fighting was also an important focus for the various groups of soldiers. A large number of them attacked fixed targets like wooden dummies and even flesh to test their technique and strength. Among them, the new ones were forced to run and demonstrate their endurance. Todd was in the latter, sweating profusely, his armor creaking with every step. Rome watched him with a smile, proud to see his friend's good performance.

"Exercise change!" Porsche shouted, drawing everyone's attention. "You," he pointed at his friend. "Practice duel, now!"

Under everyone's gaze, the soldiers formed various formations, holding wooden and blunt weapons. They went in pairs or fives. The Alpha, whom Rome was seeing, was placed in the larger groups, specifically with more experienced men the Consort already knew.

"General, don't you think that group is a bit unbalanced? Todd just joined the army…"

"There will never be balance in a battle," he scolded. "I know how to handle my men, Your Highness. If you can't handle it, I recommend you withdraw."

Rome clenched his jaw angrily and looked at his husband, seeking defense, however, the major wasn't even looking at him. That was odd and gave him a bad feeling. He looked back at his friend, who was fighting with all his might to defend himself against the attacks that seemed aimed only at him.

There came a moment when he fell to the ground, defeated by his elders. Far from stopping, kicks and blows continued, causing blood to gush from his nose and mouth. Rome tried to intervene, but was held back by Mix and Earth.

"Hey! Stop! This is just training! They're going to kill him!" None of the men interrupted their movements. "Porsche! They're going to kill him!"

The General gave him a look before shrugging his shoulders, dismissing his words. He gestured to Pick as if mocking the little Omega's wishes.

"Welcome to real life, Rome. No one's going to stop if you fall to the ground in battle." The Consort clenched his fists helplessly at the Alpha's words. "Earth, please take him. I don't want him to interfere with the military exercise."

He couldn't believe it.

Beta and Mix pulled him into the palace, preventing him from continuing to watch his friend being beaten. He continued screaming, knowing deep down that his strength could never match theirs; so as a last resort, he summoned the Emperor to complain.

The Alpha's imposing figure walked up to him with a mocking smile. It was abundantly clear to him that his assistant's reaction and the conversation they had earlier must be related in some way. He felt fury consume him.

"You look a little upset. Is something wrong?" It wasn't suspicions anymore; it was more than obvious. "What's all this fuss about? You're going to wake Prince Kevin with your screams."

"Why did you do that to Todd?" he spat angrily. "You didn't need to humiliate him just because he said hello."

"I'm training my army, it's nothing personal."

"I'm not stupid." Rome approached him, his face scrunched up. "You deliberately ordered him to be hurt."

"Does it hurt that much that something happens to him?" Pick also approached, undeterred. "It's because you like him, right? You'd die if something happened to that disgusting Alpha."

No one saw it coming. Using all his strength, Rome slapped the Emperor across the face; Mix, Earth, and all the other servants froze in fear. The Consort made no effort to look remorseful; on the contrary, he continued to clench his fists.

"Why do you assume I'm going to like everyone who comes near me?" he muttered, his jaw clenched. "When are you going to trust me?"

The air was immediately filled with dominant pheromones, causing those around them to fall to their knees in fear. The Emperor's rage permeated every corner, causing the Omegas present to cry in fear.

Rome was already sobbing in helplessness, ready to receive a blow or punishment for his actions. However, Pick approached him and violently grabbed his hair. The boy groaned in pain as he felt himself being dragged around the palace by his long mane.

"Let me go, idiot!" he shouted at the Alpha, who, far from stopping, strengthened his stride.

"Son..." The Queen Mother appeared next to Lucia and the baby, completely shocked by what was happening. "What's going on?"

He didn't break stride, but instead paraded the opposite body in front of the two women, who remained silent as they saw the Consort, who was usually indestructible, being treated so roughly. He didn't know for how long, but the pull gave him a headache until he was thrown against the cold, damp dungeon floor.

He spun around in rage, and before he even opened his mouth, a blow slammed into his cheek, knocking him backward. The metallic taste of blood flowed from the left corner of his mouth.

"Do you feel better hitting me?" he exclaimed, spitting at the Alpha's feet. "Does it help your ego?"

"You're going to stay here as long as I want."

"Excellent. This gives me a break from your stupid insecurity." Another blow knocked him to the ground. "Thank you for the freedom, dear husband!"

"You locked yourself in here." He looked at his men. "Chain him up."

Two guards entered the room and covered his wrists with shackles anchored to the wall. Rome didn't resist; he was still bleeding as he glared at the Emperor. Even the men looked scared by the fury the couple was emitting.

"Pick," Rome called before the man left. "I'll tell you again. If Todd dies, forget about the cute and cuddly Omega who accompanies you at night."

"Cute and cuddly? I don't know any Omega like that."

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Chapter Text

Deep within the palace lay the prison for those who threatened the empire. Each cell was small and uncomfortable, preventing the condemned from feeling comfortable. The cold also made it difficult to remain there; the damp walls prevented any attempt at warmth from dissipating quickly.

Rome hated being locked up; the darkness surrounding him made him grumpy. He didn't know how much time had passed, but the silence of the other prisoners unnerved him. Had Pick killed them all so he could be alone?

Although he was chained, he could move within the few meters of his cell in search of water or food. He found nothing but dirt, blood, and the occasional rat. Would it be so bad to kill one for food?

He laughed at his own fate. He never believed his husband would be capable of banishing him as punishment. Perhaps it had only been two or three days, yet he felt like he had been isolated from the world for an eternity.

Suddenly, from the end of the corridor, he heard footsteps coming toward him. Rome didn't need to see her to know who it was; in the past, he had served her on so many occasions that even barefoot he could identify her.

"I didn't think I'd be alive long enough to witness your downfall," Lucia's voice crept into his ears, infuriating him. "I have to admit, you look good living amid filth."

The Empress didn't even hide her joy. It was clear she was incredibly happy to see him fall from grace. The Consort gritted his teeth to contain himself and looked at her with a fake smile.

"I'm flattered, My Lady. I never thought you'd miss me enough to come visit me in the dungeon."

"Miss you? I'm celebrating that you're here rotting among the rats."

"Really? Keep celebrating then, My Lady. I suppose you're still doing it alone as always because the Emperor doesn't even look at you."

"You have a lot of nerve speaking to me like that, Rome."

"Why shouldn't I? There's nothing lower than being here... or do you know what? I'm wrong. Lower than that is coming to visit me, believing yourself superior, when the truth is, not even that can get your husband's attention."

"You're going to rot here!" the woman shouted angrily. "I hope you die of hunger and the rats eat your body!"

"Even if I'm eaten by rats, I'm sure my husband will still love me."

"Loving you? If he loved you, he would never have locked you up here."

"If you're done stating the obvious, you can go." The woman opened her eyes in disbelief. "You're so pathetic that even with me locked up here, you still envy my luck. Why don't you just go back to your miserable, lonely life?"

The omega reached his limit. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was thinking exactly the same thing as her. It was simply inconceivable that the Emperor had locked him up for something as silly as a slap.

Lucia turned around, screaming insults. As soon as she was out of sight, Rome allowed himself to cry. He didn't say anything, but as she spoke, he felt Pick's call. The bite burned and stung, especially since he knew his chains wouldn't let him go anywhere.

However, the Alpha was wrong if he thought he was going to give in. This was a two-man game. He focused on releasing his own pheromones and calling his mate. He was exhausted, yet he didn't stop mentally screaming until the Emperor appeared before his eyes.

"Are you going to apologize now?" Pick said, sweating. It was clear he had also done his best not to answer his Omega's call.

"Apologize? It was you who did the wrong thing."

"Then stay locked up here. I can see you like it."

"I don't like it, but you know I did it because you pushed me to my limit." Rome's teeth ached; his instinct longed to scream and beg for forgiveness, but his own mind wouldn't allow it. He couldn't give in, or Pick really wouldn't allow him to have friends in the future.

"You can't hit me, Rome. Remember, I'm the Emperor."

"To me, you're just my husband. You and I are equals." It was impossible for the tears of helplessness not to fall.

For two years, he thought Pick would see him as an equal; however, everything that happened to him served to make him realize that the balance between them was still uneven. He pressed his lips together in pain and released more of his scent to soften his partner's heart. The man looked at him firmly and seriously, showing him that he didn't agree with his thoughts.

"I am your husband, but we are not equals," he blurted out, opening the cell. "I am the owner of your life and your heart. You must behave, or I have no choice."

"I'm sorry for hitting you, but you also hurt Todd for no reason…"

Pick began to release pheromones uncontrollably. It was clear that the mention of the other Alpha had enraged him. Rome felt the arousal from the opposite scent and lowered his head, trying to breathe and compose himself, but the task seemed impossible.

"What's wrong with you? Did you miss me that much?" the elder said in a mocking voice. However, the Consort raised his face and, instead of crying, smiled back. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were moist.

"Me? Miss you? You're the one who's coming for me..." He finished his speech, releasing a slew of pheromones toward the Emperor. "Just because I'm in a good mood, I'll let you touch me."

The boy shamelessly opened his legs, revealing his arousal. Pick hated himself for running toward the prisoner. Rome was right; he was the one who had missed him like crazy.

"What if I just use you and don't let you finish?"

"If you don't make me finish, it means you're an incapable man." His body slammed violently against the floor. Even if he refused, he thoroughly enjoyed the Alpha's closeness.

In the damp and filth, they both gave in to their instincts, letting only their most primitive selves take control and their common senses aside. Heedless of the chains, Rome climbed atop the Alpha and rocked, lost in the pleasure his mate provided. Pick also held him tightly, delighting in the sounds the Consort's lips made.

When they finished, the Omega remained seated on opposite legs, hugging him tightly, resting his head against the mark. He placed several kisses on the scar, and a shiver ran through him as he felt the Alpha do the same to his own.

"I have to go now." He didn't expect Pick's voice to utter such words. He pulled away slightly to look at his face in disbelief. "Someone will bring you food in a couple of hours. You must be starving."

"Are you going to leave me locked up here?" he asked, half scared and half confused. "But... we just..."

"You still haven't apologized properly." His body was pushed until his butt touched the cold floor. "You disrespected me."

"I already told you I was sorry for hitting you," he retorted, squeezing the eddy his own clothes left beneath his feet. "Isn't that an apology?"

"Will you ever talk to your friend again?"

Rome bit his lower lip, tensing his shoulders. He couldn't believe the cruelty that existed deep within the person who swore to love him more than anything in the world. The pheromones that had once calmed him turned acidic, almost suffocating him.

"Darling?" Rome refused to lift his head and let himself be seen hurt. "Look at me."

"My entire childhood, I was locked away..." He whispered, trying to contain the pain of having to give in and explain. “Mom wouldn't let us go out because she was afraid Ming would find us. The only boy who played with me and my brother was Todd. He's the only thing I have left to remember my family by. Please don't do this to me…”

The Emperor could see the small body shuddering with a mix of emotions. He knew his mate well enough to know that putting his ego aside and humbling himself before him was a big deal. It gave him pleasure, more than making him feel bad. He loved seeing him give in.

“What if I don't want to?” He wanted to play on Rome's desperation. “I don't plan on getting you out of here until he's dead. What do you say to that?”

A pitiful sob spread through the cell. The Omega brought his hands to his face, completely collapsing under the psychological torture he was being subjected to. Without food, isolated, and used; Rome felt overwhelmed by it all.

“Don't cry, darling.” Pick mocked, hugging him, unsurprised that his consort shrank from his chest. "You're mine, Rome. I don't like you being so restless over another Alpha."

"Are you going to kill him?" he asked, trembling. "Will you kill Todd?"

"I haven't done it because I know you'd suffer greatly, and I'm incapable of hurting you. You know I love you."

"Listen." Rome held the other man's face and looked him in the eyes. "I married you because I love you. I'll do whatever you want, but don't kill him. I'll stay in the room if you wish. I trust you and your kindness to me. You are my husband. Have mercy on me."

"You're right," he replied with a smile. "I'm too kind to hurt you. I'm very happy that you want to come back to our room, dear. You'll benefit from being locked up."

"And Todd? What are you going to do to him?"

"I don't have to do anything. It will take him several weeks to heal." He stole a kiss that Rome found bitter. "You'll have plenty of time to reflect on your bad behavior."

He stopped struggling and insisting. He leaned back against the older man's body and nodded silently. The battle was lost from the start, and he knew it.

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When things got out of control, Rome fell into a depression. Mix knew that, but there was nothing he could do to change it. Watching his Master cry and writhe in the sheets hurt his heart. He and Earth exchanged worried glances. A knock suddenly sounded at the door, so the soldier went and was surprised to see Ryan's nanny with the little boy.

"Is Daddy sick?" the little boy said, clutching a stuffed rabbit. "He didn't come to visit me tomorrow, and he didn't bring me any fruit for a snack. Can I see him?"

"Yesterday, young master. Yesterday is what happened, and tomorrow is what will happen." He laughed with the little boy's usual tender confusion. "Of course you can." The Beta made way for the prince, who jumped onto the bed and hugged his consort.

"Daddy, are you crying?" asked the innocent boy, handing him his toy. "I brought you Mr. Jin so you can heal and stop crying."

The omega grabbed the doll and held it to his chest while wiping away his tears. He had to act strong in front of the infant, or Ryan would cry in sympathy.

"I'm healed now, thank you," he lied, giving him a kiss. "How were your classes?"

"Boring. The teacher makes me sleepy. Why didn't you bring me candy? Did Ryan do something to upset Daddy?"

"No, of course not..." He had to hold back the urge to cry. "I had a fever, and I didn't want to infect you."

"It doesn't matter if you infect me, Daddy. I love you..."

He couldn't help it. The little boy's tenderness brought out the deepest instinct for love in him. He tried to behave and not let his emotions out, but the confinement was chipping away at his mental health. Little by little, his patience was fading, and his sadness was turning into anger.

"How are my two loves?" "Pick greeted with a smile, but Rome turned away. "Are you angry again? You've changed a lot this week, make up your mind."

"If I don't go out, there's no kissing," he said firmly. "If you take away my benefits, I'll do the same."

"Is this your new strategy to infuriate me?"

"It's my new strategy to get you to allow me to be a normal human."

"Dad, why can't Daddy Rome go out? Daddy Rome likes to play with arrows. He said that when I grow up, he'll teach me how to shoot them so I can protect him from all the villains."

The Omega smiled at the little boy, giving him a loving kiss, and hugged him. Pick scrunched up his face. The mention of arrows brought back bad memories.

"Well, you can go out if you want to so badly." He crossed his arms. "Let me guess, you're going to visit that guy in the infirmary."

"Todd," he corrected him. "His name is Todd, and of course I want to visit my friend. You almost killed him."

"As long as you don't take too long." He scooped Ryan into his arms. "Now will you give me a kiss?"

Although he didn't feel like it, the little prince's pleased look compelled him to do so. It was best to hide his frustration in front of the boy who kept repeating everything. He preferred his personal matters to remain in the privacy of his bedroom.

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There were several infirmaries in the palace. It depended on who you were to know which one you went to; the soldiers were stationed in one next to the field. Rome headed there with several guards following him as if he were some kind of criminal.

At the bottom of the stretchers, he located his friend and took the opportunity to distance himself from the men harassing him. Todd was surprised when he saw him. He had never expected to see him there. His companions told him that Rome had been punished for speaking to him, and that made him feel bad. The Consort sat down beside him, his face twisted in pain, and spoke very slowly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt because of me." His voice sounded remorseful as he shed a few tears. "For me...look how they left you..."

"You're a crybaby," his friend mocked, avoiding moving too much. "I'm fine. My body will heal, and I'll bother you again. I'm worried about you. Why are you thinner?"

"I did something wrong, and the Emperor punished me…"

"Does he know you're here?" Rome nodded. "It's best if you leave. I don't want you hurt anymore."

"Forgive me…" he whispered, not moving too close. "Thank you for reminding me of Black and Mother. I won't bother you again…"

The Consort didn't wait for an answer. He turned away without looking back and shed tears of pain. Todd's throwing him out meant his friend really didn't want to see him and was now afraid of him. He felt empty, and his stomach churned.

What if Pick locked him up forever? Would Mix be his only friend?

Lately, even the boy was assigned tasks outside his chambers, so he was often alone. Deep down, he knew this counted as part of Pick's punishment, and yet he continued to fret over time.

How long would his penance last?

"Your Highness Rome!" A shout frightened him. "Come quickly! Prince Ryan…!"

The voice in his head grew alarmed. The little boy was practically his son; if something happened to him, he'd rather die with him than continue his misfortune. He ran with the soldier to the palace gardens and saw a ring of guards and nannies surrounding the little boy.

"What happened?" he exclaimed, frightened, looking at the infant's back. "Darling? What happened?"

Hearing this, the prince turned around and ran into his arms while crying. On his cheek, a red, overgrown area could be seen, disfiguring his face. Rome froze when he saw it was right where his scar was.

"A bee stung him, My Lord…" said one of the nannies. "The doctor already removed the stinger and applied ointment, but the prince insists it burns."

"My boy…" He hugged him comfortingly. "You gave me a huge scare. We must be patient; the cream will make you better in a little while. Okay?"

"Daddy, it hurt so much..." The boy's sobs touched everyone. "Bad bee..."

Rome mocked, rubbing his little back. The General appeared along with Emma; apparently they had also been warned, so they responded fearfully. Mix was also present; everyone loved the prince.

"Ryan, you must be careful. It's not right to bother the bees." Porsche scolded him, to which Rome gave him a look of hatred for reprimanding his little one.

"I didn't mean to bother anyone. I wanted to give her to Daddy Rome."

"Me? Why?" The words surprised him. "Why did you want to give her to me, honey?"

"So you can give me a little brother like Mommy." That was a cold shower. His body tensed; with so many people around him, he felt infinitely embarrassed.

"What are you talking about, honey?" He tried to show strength, but he was about to burst. Too many emotions in one afternoon.

"Grandma explained to me that babies are produced when an Alpha bee stings an Omega. I wanted to give it to you so it would sting you and give me a baby brother. Aren't you an Omega just like Mom?"

"I'm not looking for a baby right now, honey..." He lied to protect himself from the insistence he knew the little one possessed.

"Why not?"

"Hey!" Porsche interrupted, taking pity on the Consort. "You don't ask Omegas that." He looked at the multitude of eyes and ears at his side. "Back off, you bunch of gossips!"

Servants and guards dispersed, leaving only Rome, the little one, and his closest attendants. The Omega gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to collapse in front of everyone.

"Is it true what Mom says, that you can't have children because you always lose them? I'll help you look for them..."

"I haven't lost a single baby..." Rome bent down and surreptitiously rubbed his moist eyes. "Where do you get that?"

"Mom and Grandma said you lost one in a battle and then another because you fell. Where did you fall? Does my dad know? I'll help you look for your babies..."

"I haven't lost anyone, my love..."

"Really? That's great! I felt sad because you'd lost him." The little boy hugged him. "If you ever lose one, I'll help you look for it, Daddy."

"Calm down, darling." Rome looked away in embarrassment from those with him, finding it strange that Porsche's skin tone had turned as white as a sheet. The older man avoided his gaze, and that gave him a bad feeling.

He didn't want to imagine things, so he asked.

"Porsche, are there any rumors about me?" He assumed the information about Tay and the attempt to obtain the Emperor had somehow reached the younger man's ears. "Perhaps about the time I was kidnapped in Sagus?"

"I haven't heard anything..." The general grabbed Emma's hand and said goodbye quickly. "Well, we'll leave you..."

Mix watched them leave angrily. Rome didn't look well; it was more than obvious that the prince's words had affected him, and yet the General and his supposedly former best friend had abandoned him. He hated them more every day.

"Are you all right, Your Highness?" He bent down to help him up.

“Yes, it’s just that I don’t like people talking about me. Gossip bothers me, and I honestly don’t understand it. Where did they get the idea that I lost a child in an attack? No one has attacked me; I came back injured that time from Sagus, but not badly.”

“What if it wasn’t that time? Have you been in another attack?” The Consort thought about it carefully. “That time when your intestine was pierced…” Mix quickly formed a hypothesis in his head. “The ambush where you saved the Empress…”

“I was thinking that. The Queen Mother must have been confused by my bleeding; remember I told you she asked me about it? Maybe the rumor started there.”

“Your Highness… Is there any possibility that you were pregnant?” Rome felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “If the Queen Mother and the Empress know… Perhaps the Emperor lied to you?” "Pick would never do that..." Mix wanted to spit out his suspicions. The Emperor was so evil that he didn't doubt it was true.

"They said someone lost a baby. What if it was you?"

"Why do you keep insisting?" The Consort felt uncomfortable and emotional. "I already told you no. Stop bothering me."

"Forgive my insolence, Your Highness. It won't happen again."

"Daddy, are you crying?" The boy looked worried. "Are you feeling sick again?"

"Yes, Daddy feels sick." He couldn't bear it any longer. "Mix, take Ryan to the nannies. I'll go rest in my room. I don't want anyone to bother me."

His personal assistant watched him quickly leave. In his arms was the little prince, just as worried as he was. However, they both understood that it was best to leave the Consort alone.

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Tears and tears of pain streamed down his eyes. A horrible pressure in his chest wouldn't leave him alone. He went to the mirror and examined himself from head to toe. Had he really been pregnant once?

He wanted to ask Pick, to clear all his doubts. The problem was that he was more than certain the Alpha would lie to him. He needed to confirm it and get the truth out of him no matter what. He went to the library to find a medical textbook and compare if any of his symptoms matched those of a miscarriage.

“The most common symptoms are bleeding for the next few weeks and mild cramps. In some cases, a fever may occur. It is recommended to abstain from sexual relations for at least two weeks…”

He wasn't entirely sure. Time had erased many of his memories; at that time, everything happened so quickly that he was barely aware of himself. Ryan had just been born, so he occupied his entire mind with helping the Empress. He continued flipping through the pages, despairing because he couldn't find anything that would help.

“After suffering a loss, Omegas experience a feeling of emotional emptiness that is usually soothed by an Alpha's pheromones. It is recommended to keep them isolated from other people, even infants, to avoid psychological pain…”

He slammed the book shut, feeling his breath catch in his throat. He loved Ryan with all his soul, so much so that he had forgotten the initial rejection he had experienced. He squeezed his eyes shut, evoking memories of Lucia's postpartum period. He saw himself crying with the little boy in his arms, unable to understand why it hurt him so much that the Empress had given birth. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

He needed the Alpha.

He released his pheromones forcefully and called Pick through their mental connection. The more time passed, the more desperate and restless he felt. Drops of anguish fell one after another, disturbing him. If it was all true and he had hidden something so important from her, he would never forgive himself.

Five minutes later, the Emperor entered the room, smiling until he saw him. The man moved nimbly toward him and took him by the shoulders, evidently concerned.

"Tell me who made you cry, and I'll put their head in front of you."

Rome stared at him, but no words would leave his throat. His breathing quickened with the minutes, making him feel dizzy and enraged. He needed the truth, not lies. He didn't think much about it; instinctively, he took the sword from Pick and pointed it directly at his neck. Pick was surprised, but he didn't move. With a small movement, he could have disarmed him, yet he didn't want to hurt him.

"My moon, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me? I'm your Alpha..."

"Years ago..." Rome felt his voice trailing off. "Years ago... in the Odarude ambush... Did I lose a baby?"

The Emperor's eyes widened, his mouth widening, and his skin turned pale. The tension in his shoulders was so obvious that it was impossible to deny that the question had affected him. It was exactly the same reaction the General had had.

"Who... who told you?" Rome couldn't resist. Rage engulfed him completely.

He threw the sword hard, shedding tears along the way. Pick, being so skilled, dodged it with ease, and without the need for weapons, struck the opposite wrist and disarmed him. The consort fell to the ground, crying loudly. It couldn't be true.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to lie to you..." The Alpha hugged him in an attempt at comfort. "I'm sorry, dear."

"How could you hide it?!" he yelled, pushing him away. "Were you never going to tell me?"

"My love, that was a long time ago. Don't be like that."

"Why did you lie to me? I lost a son and I couldn't even give him a proper burial!" Rome began hitting him in the chest, helplessness ruling his actions. "How old was he? What did you do with his body?"

"It was just beginning to form. There was no body..."

"But his soul..."

"I said prayers in his name, calm down."

"Why didn't you tell me? I bled for almost a week! I spent the time sleeping and bleeding..." The omega was silent for a moment, then added in a somber voice. "Why was I sleeping so much? You had me given something, right? Did they drug me during that time so I wouldn't realize what was happening to me?"

"My Rome, I love you. Don't act like this."

"Pick, stop hiding things from me. Do you have any idea how I feel?"

"And you? Do you have any idea how I felt? Yes, Rome, you're right. I didn't tell you, but can you imagine how I felt? The Omega I loved was dying from losing a son we didn't even know existed. Do you know how strong I had to act so you wouldn't notice the gravity of this? It hurt me too to lose our son!"

The Consort cried harder, clutching the clothes around his chest, unaware that Pick was once again trying to manipulate him by twisting things.

"My love, I cried every night while you slept. I didn't feel right hurting you, but at the time, you were so young and sensitive. I was protecting you. Forgive me for wanting to take care of you."

"If you had told me, I would have comforted you..."

"How could you have comforted me? The news would have destroyed you, my dear..." Pick released his calming pheromones. "I couldn't tell you, but that's why you were so sensitive to me at the time. Your body was searching for your Alpha."

"No. At that time, it was your mother's tea..."

"No, my love, your body needed me."

"Even so..." Rome felt helpless remembering everything. After the ambush, he and the Emperor had grown closer. Did this mean he'd let the emotions of losing the baby get the better of him?

"Even so, it's in the past." Pick grabbed his face because he knew he was overthinking things. "Let's move on."

"Who... who knew?"

"My mother, Lucia, Porsche, and the doctors. The servants who attended to you that night were killed to keep the secret." Rome couldn't believe the Alpha's level of evil. "I'm telling you everything so you don't have to look for the information anywhere. I was just protecting you. Who told you?"

"Why do you want to know? Are you going to kill him?" Pick scrunched up his face. "It was Ryan."

"What?" But he…

"Lucia and the Queen Mother were talking about my inability to have children, and he listened. Ryan wants me to give him a little brother, but he doesn't understand that he already lost one…"

"My love, that's in the past. We can give him a brother whenever you want…"

"I can't have them." Rome interrupted. "This is my payment for losing one. I'm not going to keep trying. I don't want children anymore…"

"So why are you crying about losing one?"

The omega remained silent. He didn't even know it himself. Just knowing it existed and him ignoring it hurt him. And he was furious with Pick for hiding it from him and acting like it was nothing.

"It hurts me so much to know I was pregnant and didn't know."

"My dear, babies come and go. You better believe that one wasn't that important; it didn't even make it to two months. Why don't you focus on making a new one instead?"

His mate's cold words infuriated him. Maybe it wasn't important to Pick, but to Rome, it was as if a small part of his life had disappeared. Just like his family.

"I care because he could have been Din's son..." he whispered venomously, though he regretted it the second he said it.

"Then I'm glad he's dead."

"How can you say that?"

"Din was long gone by then. That baby was my son, so don't flatter yourself that that disgusting Beta could impregnate you."

"Don't talk about him like that! Respect his memory! He died for the person you love; you should at least thank him for that."

"You started it. Do you want to hurt me, Rome? At least I'm not to blame for the love of your life being killed."

"Be quiet." The younger man covered his ears. "Don't be cruel to me."

"Don't start a game you can't win," Pick scolded, standing up. "You won't be leaving here for a while. I want you to reflect on what you just told me."

"Why are you punishing me again? I haven't done anything wrong..."

"Trying to hurt your husband's feelings is enough to deserve a punishment. Goodbye."

"Stop punishing me for stupid things!"

"I knew it was a bad idea for you to leave."

Pick's back was the last thing he saw before the sound of the door angrily closing finally shattered the small pieces of his wounded heart.

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The coldness of an empty bed stayed with him that night.

For the first time since they'd been together, the Alpha didn't come into the room, and more than hurting, he felt relieved not to have to deal with her superior glare. One thing was certain: Rome had been reflecting on the past all afternoon.

Each and every one of his actions mocked him. So many things he'd experienced with his husband. How many of them came from the bottom of his heart? How many of his feelings were manipulations resulting from loss?

He loved Pick. Over the years, he'd learned to love him, yet he didn't understand why he suddenly doubted everything. He wished he had someone to talk to. Mix was probably sleeping with Earth, and Emma wasn't an option.

Although he missed his friend.

What if she, too, had been manipulated by Porsche? He shook his head, resting his head on his knees; tears flowed again. Knowing he'd be alone affected him more than he'd expected. Without friends and family, who would listen?

"Why aren't you sleeping?" That voice frightened him.

The Emperor watched him seriously from the doorway. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even feel him return.

"Alpha..." he moaned unconsciously. "I mean...Pick. I was waiting for you."

"What for? Do you want to keep fighting?" Rome shook his head as he walked over and gave him a hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trembling. "Can we sleep together? I feel so lonely..."

For a second, he expected the Alpha to yell at him or roughly push him away; however, his affectionate gesture was reciprocated. It calmed him. If he had no one, at least the Emperor would still be there.

Lying in bed, Pick hugged him from behind. They were both still awake, but couldn't fall asleep. Thousands of thoughts robbed each of them of the chance to rest.

"How long am I going to be locked up?" he asked softly. "I don't like staying here all day..."

"You were mean and cruel to me."

"I know, I'm sorry," he repeated, tightening Pick's arms around him. "If you're not going to let me out, can you grant me one wish?" The elder remained silent, so he decided to keep talking. "I miss Mix. Can you reassign him to serve me? The new servants fear me. I don't like that."

"Yes. One of them says you threatened to kill him for bringing you iced tea." The Alpha's mockery in his ear tickled him and made him laugh too. "The guards confirmed that version."

"Yes, I did, but I was joking." He turned around until he was face to face. "They don't understand me. I've tried to talk to them, but they're very bitter..."

"My men are here to take care of you, not be your friends."

"I know," he murmured resignedly, thinking of Todd. "It's just that sometimes I feel very lonely here. I wait for you all day, but you only visit me at night. I miss wandering around the palace with Mix. I miss going to the fields and practicing my skills. I get bored locked up."

"Remember that everything you're experiencing is your fault." Pick's relentless voice sounded like daggers in his body. "I love you, Rome. Don't try to hurt me again, or I won't be held accountable for my actions."

"It's fine, it won't happen again." Although he felt angry, he preferred to pretend and maintain the peaceful atmosphere.

It was too late to argue further.

"I like it when you behave." The Emperor gently grabbed his face and kissed him. "Starting tomorrow, you can go out and do all your activities."

"Really?" Rome sat up in excitement. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Let me guess, you're going to visit your friend." The Omega stopped his celebration. "I don't want you to spend too much time with him, do you understand? I'm being good and giving you permission to visit him, but don't abuse my kind heart."

"You don't have to worry; I don't think he'll ever speak to me again."

The bitter smile on the Consort's face stirred an uneasy feeling in the Emperor's heart. Although he wanted to subdue Rome, he didn't like seeing him depressed and hopeless. The news of his loss must have been hard enough to send him into one of his depressive episodes. The doctor had once mentioned that his companion didn't handle his emotions very well and that he should take care of him. He sighed reluctantly, hugging him.

"If you want me to force him to talk to you, just tell me..." The Consort shook his head in disbelief.

Sometimes the Alpha was crazy.

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Mix appeared the next day.

With the sight of the servant, Rome understood he was once again free to go out and walk around the palace. He didn't wait long after lunch to perform his daily chores. Between Ryan and Betty, he spent most of the morning.

In the afternoon, he decided to go with Mix and have a sword fight. His assistant tired so quickly that it frustrated him, but he didn't blame him. The servants' work was arduous and exhausting. Rome, on the other hand, felt vigorous and full of energy.

"Stay there," he exclaimed, taking pity on his servant on the grass. "I'll get the arrows."

He scanned part of the field under his friend's gaze. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he didn't care; he was happy to be outside. The trees and the breeze were enough to make up for all the time he'd been cooped up in the Emperor's great room.

In the distance, he saw a dog playing peacefully with a soldier sitting under a tree. Even they were resting, while he was still brimming with energy. Some of his arrows were next to the animal, so he went over to pet it.

"Hello, is this yours?" he inquired, bending down to pet the puppy.

The moment he turned his head to see the owner, he froze. Something inside him warmed; his heart began to pound at the man's honey-colored gaze. His ears popped, and his breathing stopped. He sank into the sensation of waves and waves of heat that silenced everything around him, leaving only the sound of a drum passing through his mind. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a strange connection. And he noticed that he was exactly the same. Rome was marked, yet the opposite scent filled each of his nostrils. The experience was so beautiful that the burning sensation reached his eyes, moistening them. The scent of nature he occasionally perceived in the palace came from him. Freedom. That soldier smelled like freedom.

"Who are you?" Rome whispered, unable to contain the internal tremors in his body.

"Sean..." he said, still motionless. "Is that your heart I feel in my ears?"

"I think I might die of a heart attack..." he exclaimed, still gasping for air. "I feel like my chest is going to burst..."

"Consort..." He was barely able to get a few words out. "You... are so warm..."

The man also seemed to be in a trance. The constant palpitations reached his ears, and rather than being his own, Rome was very clear that they weren't a drum, but their hearts in sync. The puppy lay on the ground, belly up, seeking caresses that neither of them offered. They couldn't stop looking at each other.

"Your Highness!" Mix's call brought him out of his bubble. He released the canine and walked away without saying anything. He was gasping for air, so it was clear that whatever had happened to him was strong and profound.

"Let's go," he said, quickly passing by his assistant.

"Did something happen? Are you feeling sick?"

"My stomach feels empty. Shall we go eat?" Mix nodded, removing the arrows. He glanced surreptitiously behind him, and the soldier was already turning his back on them. Maybe it was just his idea. He must have been paranoid.

Rome would never look at anyone but the Emperor.

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The night brought more questions than answers. Rome couldn't stop thinking about his strange encounter with the soldier. He still felt chills run through his body remembering the honey-colored eyes that practically pierced his soul.

His heart pounded uncomfortably, almost aching from the strange sensation. He wrapped himself tightly around himself in a vague attempt to hide from the image of the man who seemed to materialize before him.

Why did the soldier tell him he was very warm? They didn't even touch. Their hearts only synchronized to the rhythm of their breathing. He turned over again and closed his eyelids tiredly, turning several times in the empty bed. Pick hadn't arrived yet, and more than disturbing him, he felt he needed that night to think.

Wandering back and forth, he didn't know when he fell asleep; Rome knew he was dreaming because everything he saw was beautiful and somehow familiar. In front of him, a large garden rose up. From his position, he gazed at the flowers, feeling at home.

He decided to walk slowly and brush his fingers against them, enjoying their softness and the scent they gave off. Almost all of them were white or purple, reminding him of Din; in the distance, a large tree awaited him.

As he got closer, the temperature seemed to drop, making him feel cold and hold his breath in fear. However, that didn't stop him on his way; something told him that if he reached that tree, he would find the warmth he craved. And he wasn't wrong.

He arrived where he wanted to and, from above, a peach blossom, just like his pheromones, appeared. He barely managed to take it in his hands before it hit the ground; that brought a smile to his face, especially because a blinding light flowed from the petals, warming everything around him.

He was enveloped in such a feeling of peace and tranquility that, without any explanation, he began to cry. He hugged the flower to feel it even closer and merge with the warmth. It was beautiful, yet it awakened something in him he'd never felt before.

"Darling... wake up..." He recognized the voice immediately, turning to look for the man who had spoken it.

The flower petals in his hands scattered, leaving him empty and desperate. He reached out to grasp them, but his eyes opened, and he saw that the one he was holding was his Alpha.

"My love, are you awake?" The older man's expression was clearly concerned. "You're having a nightmare, wake up."

"Pick..." he whispered dazedly. "What's wrong?"

"You're crying in your sleep. Did you have a bad dream?"

"Me? I don't know... I don't remember..."

"If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me." Rome nodded, leaning against the opposite chest. "What are you doing tomorrow? You went to sleep early."

"I think I'll go to the training camp, but first I'll take some fruit to Ryan and his friends. Why?"

"The ministers asked me when you're going to resume classes at your small academy. It seems it's given us a good reputation among the villagers and also makes the palace workers more loyal."

"I had to stop when you punished me..."

"Don't lie, you'd been resting for a month when that happened," the Omega sneered. "Don't you want to continue anymore?"

"You know I do. It's just that I've had a lot on my mind lately."

"Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?"

The reason for Rome's lack of commitment to the academy was the comments about his inability to have children. He discovered they were talking behind his back and had since become demotivated, yet he was ashamed to admit it to the Alpha.

"Pick... What if I can't get pregnant because I'm sick? Mom also miscarried when she was young." He didn't want to answer, so he abruptly changed the subject.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want children? We don't need them."

"But everyone says that..."

"I don't care about anyone but you. Do you even think about anyone else?"

"No one." He snuggled into his arms, holding back the urge to cry.

He felt guilty for lying. While he hadn't cared much about criticism before, now it was impossible to ignore the deafening questions that reached his ears. And to make matters worse, he was also still confused about Sean.

Knowing who owned the scent of nature made him want to find him. Just imagining it made his heart flutter. The desire for freedom somehow intertwined with the sight of the man. It made him uncomfortable. The palace had over a thousand guards; it was normal that he didn't know everyone, and yet he felt like he'd known Sean before.

The next morning, he stopped in front of the painting of their wedding day and felt worse. They both looked happy and in love. Why, then, did he long for another Alpha?

He refused to believe it was true. Most likely, he was feeling confused that day from not having been out for so long. He preferred to ignore it and continue with his daily chores. Just as he had told his husband, he delivered the fruit and then headed to the training camp.

The soldiers were training in groups, just like the last time Todd was wounded. He looked away from the battles and his eyes scanned the entire place. He probably counted more than a hundred heads before tiring.

"Are you looking for something, Your Highness?" Mix asked, confused.

"Uh...not really."

"He's right. Are you looking for someone?" Realizing Porsche was at his side, he tensed. The General was capable of talking over him and getting him locked up. He had to think of something fast.

"Do you want the truth?" He looked at the major, whose jaw was clenched in doubt. "I'm watching the Omegas. Can I fight them?"

Rome himself was surprised by his ability to make things up. Porsche believed him, so much so that he also paid attention to the group of Omegas fighting with wooden swords.

"We have new recruits. I'll assign you one."

"No. I want someone with more experience." The Consort had actually thought of that before, so he seized the moment. "You always assign me young, new people. I'm still very easy to disarm, I can't be too confident."

"The Emperor says there's no need to..."

"I want to improve my skills." He interrupted. "There's no point in practicing if you're gentle. I'd like to be treated as an equal..."

"But you're not equal; you're above them."

"You know I don't see myself that way." The General's words bothered him, so he scrunched up his face and turned away. "I'll choose someone myself."

Leaving the elder behind, he and his assistant walked deeper into the countryside. He passed through several groups of people, all of whom always stopped their activities and bowed respectfully. The Consort gave them a genuine smile and continued on his way.

He wasn't there.

He felt foolish for contradicting himself. A part of him told him to act normal and ignore his instinct to seek out the Alpha, but another, deeper, more animalistic part longed to smell freedom again.

"Hello!" He cheerfully greeted a couple of Omegas he knew. "I'd like to practice with you today."

"My lord, we'd be happy to help you find a young soldier who..."

"No, I want to fight with you." The boys looked at each other. "Michell, how about a one-on-one?"

Honestly, Rome had chosen Omegas he admired; they were part of the first platoon of men and women who, despite being Omegas, had joined the army, and to everyone's surprise, were very good and skilled. He wished he could be as brave as them to fight for his own. Some even went so far as to attend his small academy to learn even more. And that helped him convince them to do what he wanted.

"My lord..." The aforementioned Omega tensed. She was afraid of accidentally wounding him and being punished. "I think it would be best if..."

"Fight with me, Mich," Rome said, signaling Mix to pass him a dull sword. "If you don't fight seriously, I'll feel very sad."

"How could I disrespect you, My Lord? You've been very good to me..."

"If you fight seriously, I'll send a basket of food to your family." The soldier's eyes widened in astonishment. "Better yet, for every time you disarm or defeat me, I'll send a basket of provisions. What are you saying?"

"Really?" Michell clutched the sword she was holding in embarrassment. "I told you my problems honestly, not looking for anything in return. It wasn't my intention..."

"Mich, I'm the one taking advantage of your situation, not you." He sneered. "But don't feel bad. For every time I disarm you, I'll punish you. What do you think?"

The soldier almost his size nodded, and the battle began. It was quite fun. Rome knew a bit about some of the stories, especially the omegas he accompanied and taught to read. That helped him manipulate them a bit until they agreed to fight him. Obviously, he couldn't beat any of them.

And that made him happy.

"Thank you for being so ruthless with me," he said, covered in sweat. "Can I come tomorrow too? I'll send more food if necessary..."

"You can come on one condition." Rome looked at them carefully. "If you don't offer us anything again. We're happy to spend time with you, Your Highness. You don't have to give us anything to do it."

That answer warmed his heart. A small pout formed on his lips and lowered his head. His eyes watered, causing the whole group to panic. They looked at Mix, who ran toward him, equally worried.

"Your Highness? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No. It's just that I feel very happy..." he murmured sincerely. "Thank you for letting me be part of you."

A sigh of relief resonated through everyone.

"Let's go take a bath, Your Highness." Mix took his arm. "It's almost time for dinner, and I highly doubt the Emperor would like to see you covered in dirt."

The Consort said goodbye with a smile and promised to return the next day. On the way back, he saw Porsche again and rolled his eyes, ignoring him. A subtle way of letting him know he was in control.

Before he could get far, he was intercepted by a pair of soldiers. His assistant pushed him back in fear; it wasn't normal for someone to cut in front of them like that.