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Harveste hummed happily to himself even as he struggled to draw water from the well.

Being a male Omega meant he was physically quite weak and it left him struggling to perform some of his tasks as a palace maid but he was happy for the work as it meant he could leave his horrible relatives.

His uncle was a large, violent man and his aunt suffered from horrible jealousy due to her plain, horse-like appearance. They were cruel people who had never shown him kindness or love, only cruelty and anger so he'd left as soon as he had the opportunity. And it had come from an advertisement from the imperial palace looking for new maids.

Despite it being a menial position requiring hard work, beauty was still a requirement due to royal visitors and the nobility residing there so one had to be quite pretty to qualify and Harveste, with his delicate, pretty face, and bright green eyes had applied immediately and been accepted.

He sighed in relief as he managed to finally bring up the full bucket of water, panting lightly as he carried it back to the stone steps leading from the courtyard to the palace he was currently scrubbing. His small hands trembled with exhaustion as he reached the top step but he refused to give up.

He needed this job and the money he earned from it, which was far more generous than any other job he'd seen advertised and he was allowed to live in the servants quarters along with receiving three full meals a day. It was almost perfect but he couldn't help but feel lonely.

There was no one in the palace who knew him, and though he didn't care nor was he arrogant about it he was by far the loveliest of all the maids working here, male or female, so everyone was quite cold to him and even played small pranks on him when they were annoyed or angry at him.

It hurt him greatly but he was strong and did his best to not let it get him down. He was very optimistic and a hard worker so he would continue on despite their cruelty.

"Ah Harveste. Hard at work I see."

Harveste glanced up to see the head maid, an older woman called Madame Levinia approaching him. She was an extremely strict woman and he felt himself trembling with nervousness as she approached.

"Ah yes, Madame. I have nearly finished scrubbing the stairs." He said with a smile.

Madame Levinia hummed before looking down at him in distaste, her cold gaze causing him to lower his head nervously.

"Well don't just stand there you silly Omega, get back to work!" She snapped.

"Yes Madame."

Harveste hurried back down the steps, careful of the wet surfaces. Madame Levinia was not a woman to be trifled with and it was best not to keep her waiting. As he resumed his scrubbing, his mind turned to what he'd overheard the other servants discussing.

It seemed the King, Alpha Tom Riddle, was looking to take a second wife as his first wife had finally birthed a healthy son who lived past his first month which meant that by law he was allowed to marry another. It was an open secret that the King despised the wife his parents had chosen for him while he was still the Crown Prince, Beta Bellatrix Riddle née Black, despite her near obsessive love for him.

Her family were rather important and had a good amount of money and influence and while she was extremely beautiful she was not to the Kings taste with her overly large breasts, tall height and aggressive personality. Many of the palace maids had heard them fighting about his desire to marry another.

Most would assume that being the first wife was an honor and put them in a higher standing but this was not actually the case. In fact, the second wife was the one who was more honored and given the most luxuries as they were the ones who were married for love as opposed to duty.

He sighed as he finished with the last of the steps and gathered his cleaning supplies. It was sad that the King was unhappy in his marriage and he did feel sorry for him and the Queen. But it didn't concern him so he shrugged it off and set his mind on completing his tasks. Not noticing the ruby eyes gazing down at him from a high window.

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"Tom! Are you even listening?"

Tom Riddle glanced away from the window, the one he had been watching his new maid through and looked at his wife. He sighed.

"What is it, Bellatrix?" He inquired blandly.

Bellatrix glared at him, arms crossing under her bosom and pushing her already ample chest upwards. Tom was not interested in the slightest. He didn't care for her appearance and while he could tolerate her company it did not mean he liked her.

He did not love her and despite all her attempts she could never change that. Her jealousy was her worst trait, especially now that he was looking to take a second wife, which was not only allowed by their law but also encouraged.

"I said that you should reconsider looking for a second wife! You know how I feel about this. It is not necessary." She hissed, glaring at him angrily.

Tom narrowed his eyes and glared right back.

"You are correct it is not necessary but I desire it and that is the end of it."

She sneered at him; her jealousy clear in her dark purple gaze.

"But why? What is wrong with me? Am I not enough for you?" She demanded.

"Not when I don't love you nor particularly attracted to you." He said coldly.

He had had enough. His patience was not endless and she was starting to test it. He could not wait to find someone who truly deserved his heart and devotion. He glanced out the window again, somewhat disappointed that the pretty little maid was no longer outside.

"Fine. I'll just have to change that."

"You can try."

Bellatrix stomped her foot angrily and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. He rolled his eyes and ignored her tantrum.

It had been a few days since he'd first seen the little Omega. He'd been on his way back from a meeting with his advisors and he'd seen the Omega struggling to carry a large basket of laundry. The little thing was tiny, even for an Omega, and it was quite the adorable sight to see him struggle.

He'd gotten a glimpse of his face, the long eyelashes, the cute button nose and the full pink lips. His features were soft and feminine, a true beauty amongst beauties. He was an exquisite creature and Tom was instantly enamored with him. He'd ordered the boy's details from his Head Maid, Madame Levinia.

He'd learned the pretty little Omega's name was Harveste Potter, an orphan from a remote northern village. He was sixteen summers old and had been orphaned as a babe and left in the care of his mother's family who had treated him horribly.

He'd escaped from his cruel relatives by applying for a job as a maid with a sidenote added to his file that he could also offer services as a wetnurse due to being a lactating Omega.

His beauty had instantly caught the eye of the entire staff and most had not been pleased by his arrival. The other Omegas especially hated him and were quite mean to him, often assigning him the hardest tasks or tripping him when they thought no one was looking.

They were jealous.

Tom smiled to himself.

Now he just had to figure out how to approach the boy without causing a fuss.

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The sun was starting to set when Harveste finally finished his chores for the day. He'd been assigned to laundry duty again which he didn't mind but the other Omegas being especially cruel today. They had deliberately tripped him, making him fall into the muddy ground and getting his uniform dirty and had laughed at him cruelly.

Harveste ignored them and kept working despite the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, determined not to let their petty actions affect him. Once the day had ended, he made his way back to the servants' quarters, the cool wind blowing his hair gently. It was a quiet, peaceful evening and he was quite tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

He was almost back at the servants' quarters when a deep voice called out; "You there, maid."

Harveste blinked in confusion and turned before paling. There standing behind him was the King himself, his handsome features cold and unreadable.

He squeaked, quickly dropping into a deep curtsy and bowing his head.

"Lift your head."

He did so nervously.

"Do you know who I am, maid?"

"Y-You are the King, Your Majesty." He stuttered, trembling lightly.

"That is correct. Now, tell me your name."

"My name is Harveste, Your Majesty."

The King stared at him, his intense gaze causing him to tremble harder and he felt his cheeks heat. He'd never been looked at with such an intense, unblinking gaze and the King was truly handsome and his scent... it was absolutely mouthwatering.

He was suddenly aware of how filthy he was and his hair was a mess and he was sure his eyes were red from crying earlier after the other Omegas had been particularly mean.

"Why are you so dirty?"

Harveste blushed and lowered his gaze.

"I had an accident while doing laundry, Your Majesty." He whispered.

"Look at me when I am talking to you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He slowly lifted his head. The King stared at him; face still unreadable.

"Do you enjoy working here, Harveste?"

Harveste blinked in confusion but answered truthfully.

"I do, Your Majesty."

"Why?"

He didn't know what to say. Why did he like it here? He was treated terribly by the others but the money was good and the food was delicious. And he was away from his family.

"Because... I am not with my relatives anymore. They were not good people and I was not happy. I am happier here and I am able to save money for the future."

The King seemed pleased by his answer.

"That is a good reason. I have need of your services."

Harveste blinked once, twice.

"M-My services, Your Majesty?"

"Yes. I have decided you shall be my sons new wetnurse, his previous wetnurse was unfortunately unable to provide enough milk and was dismissed."

"I... but Your Majesty I'm not worthy of such an honor." He said quietly, gaze fixed on the floor.

"I believe that is for me to decide, isn't it, Harveste?" He said mildly. "Aside from that you are the only lactating Omega in the castle currently and my son is hungry."

Harveste didn't know what to say. To think he would be given such an opportunity simply because he produced milk.

"You will be well paid, of course."

"I..."

"Come now, Harveste. Your King demands you accept."

Harveste swallowed hard before looking up at the King with wide eyes.

"I-If Your Majesty insists then I have no choice but to accept."

The King stared down at him, a smirk growing on his face.

"That's a good boy. Come along."

He walked past Harveste and made his way further into the castle. Harveste took a moment to collect himself before he followed after the King.

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The nursery was a rather large room with many toys and a large crib that currently contained a very unhappy sounding babe, his lusty cries echoing throughout the room. Harveste stared at the little boy in awe. The baby, Prince Thomas, was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen, with a small head of soft, black hair and pale skin. He was truly beautiful.

"This is my son, Thomas. You will be the one to feed him henceforth." The King informed him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Harveste was ushered over to the crib where he was carefully handed the crying baby. He held the Prince gently, careful not to hold him too tight as the Prince settled down, his cries dying down and he opened his eyes, blinking at Harveste owlishly with the same ruby red eyes as the king.

"Hello, little one." He murmured, smiling softly.

The prince cooed and grabbed a handful of his hair that had slipped from the neat bun he placed it in. He giggled lightly and pulled the prince closer, cradling him against his chest as the Prince sniffed his chest and he flushed as glanced at the King who was watching him intently.

"I... would you like me to feed him now, Your Majesty?" He asked nervously.

"Go ahead."

His flush deepened as he carefully unlaced his dress and brought the baby close. The prince latched onto his nipple eagerly and suckled happily, greedily gulping down milk. He shifted slightly, settling into the cushioned rocking chair easily as he nursed the little Prince.

"You're quite skilled."

He blushed even darker, his gaze remaining fixed on the prince.

"I-I have had experience. When I presented and began lactating my uncle hired me out to new mothers who either didn't wish to breastfeed or could not, to provide for their babes. I had to feed three babies at once sometimes." He explained.

The King hummed in acknowledgement as he moved forward and reached out to stroke the babes cheek gently.

"You will be staying in the nursery from now on." He announced.

"W-what?" He gasped, looking up at the King in shock.

"I said that you will be living here, in the nursery. My son will need constant care and it will be much easier to care for him if you stay in the attached room."

"But-"

"And you will no longer have to do the usual chores of a maid. Your sole duty is now to care for my son."

"Your Majesty-"

"Quiet. That is my decision."

Harveste bit his lip and bowed his head. He had no choice but to obey his Kings wishes.

"Very Good." He murmured; ruby eyes boring into him.

Thomas had fallen asleep and was now contentedly suckling in his sleep, the sight causing Harveste's heart to melt. The King carefully took the prince from his arms and laid him down in his crib. Harveste quickly fixed his dress, blushing furiously and avoiding the Kings intense gaze.

"Harveste."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The King stared at him silently for a long moment before turning away and walking to the door.

"Feel free to use the bath and the clothes in the wardrobe. I'll have your new uniform sent for tomorrow."

"Y-yes, Your Majesty." He stuttered with a curtsy.

"Good night."

The King left, closing the door behind him and leaving him alone with the sleeping baby. He was confused, very confused, but he didn't have time to worry about it right now. He needed to get cleaned up.

He walked into the bathroom and undressed quickly, sighing in relief as he stepped into the warm bath, sinking down until his nose was barely above the water. He stayed there for a long while before he eventually washed and exited the bath, drying off and walking into the bedroom attached to the nursery.

His eyes widened.

There was a large, four poster bed with heavy velvet drapes dressed in soft looking sheets and blankets. There was thick rug in front of a large fireplace, a small writing desk and a wardrobe with a three-paneled mirror next to it. It was a truly lovely room and much more luxurious than any room he'd ever had the pleasure of being in. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, gasping softly.

Inside were several lovely dresses and nightgowns, all in the latest fashion and the softest, most luxurious fabrics he'd ever felt. He selected a plain white nightgown and put it on, marveling at how it looked on him and he twirled around in it. It was far too fancy for someone like him but he could pretend just for a little bit.

He quickly braided his long hair and brushed his teeth before crawling into bed, the sheets feeling so soft against his skin. He sighed happily as he snuggled underneath the thick duvet and closed his eyes.

Today had certainly been an interesting day and his life had taken an unexpected turn but he was not complaining. He was no longer a maid; his new job was caring for the most beautiful baby he'd ever seen and he got to wear beautiful clothes and sleep in the softest bed he'd ever felt.

It was almost perfect.

The only thing that could make it better was if the King was there beside him, holding him in his arms.

His eyes snapped open and he blushed deeply.

Where had that thought come from?! He didn't even know the King, aside from their short conversation in the courtyard, and to be having such thoughts was highly inappropriate! He was his King and he was nothing more than his servant, a commoner. It was a ridiculous thought.

Still, as he closed his eyes and drowsily settled deeper into the plush pillows, he couldn't help but imagine the Kings strong, muscular body wrapped around him, the rich smell of dark chocolate and vanilla overwhelming him as he held him close and pressed his lips against his skin and he sighed dreamily as he drifted off to sleep.

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Unhappy mewls and cries woke Harveste up early the next morning and he quickly got out of bed and rushed to the prince's side.

"Shhh it's okay." He murmured, picking the baby up and holding him close, his heart melting at the little babbles the prince made.

"Let's get you changed and fed."

He changed the prince's dirty nappy, making sure to use the special lotion he saw on the changing table for the prince's sensitive skin, and changed him into a clean outfit, smiling softly as the baby cooed and blinked up at him. He was so cute and sweet, he couldn't help but kiss the tip of his little nose, giggling softly as the baby squealed in delight and waved his tiny fists.

"Now, let's eat, shall we?"

Harveste quickly sat down in the rocking chair and deftly untied the laces holding the bodice of the nightdress closed and lifted the baby up. The prince eagerly latched onto his nipple, his eyes slipping shut as he suckled and gulped down the warm milk. Harveste stroked his hair gently as he held him, gazing down at him with adoration.

The door opening startled him and his gaze shot up to see the Queen enter the room. She was an extremely beautiful woman with dark, curly hair and full lips. Her voluptuous figure was enhanced by a tightly corseted dress and she glared at him as she approached, her dark gaze unblinking.

"Who are you? And why are you holding my baby?" She demanded, stalking over to him and glaring down at him.

"I am Harveste, Your Majesty." He said hurriedly. "I was told by the King to be the princes new wetnurse."

"What?! Why was I not informed of this?!"

Harveste bit his lip and averted his gaze.

"I- I don't know."

Bellatrix snarled and grabbed him by his hair and yanked him out of the rocking chair, causing him to yelp and tighten his hold on the prince who was startled and began crying loudly.

"You filthy Omega whore. Trying to seduce my husband. I'll kill you!"

Harveste whimpered as she raised her hand to strike him before a large hand grabbed her wrist, halting her movements.

"Unhand him."

Bellatrix turned and saw her husband standing there, his handsome face twisted in displeasure as he stared down at her. She sneered and pulled her arm free even as she released Harveste's hair.

"Tom! What is the meaning of this?! Why is this filthy commoner touching my baby?!" She shrieked, stabbing a sharp nail in his direction.

Tom didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the shaking Harveste who was now attempting to soothe his son, shushing him gently and rocking him in his arms even as tears filled his eyes.

"I did not inform you of the change because I didn't think it was necessary. Harveste is my sons new wetnurse, end of story."

"But there was no need! The previous wetnurse provided enough milk for him. I don't understand why you had to go out of your way to hire a new one."

"She did not. Thomas often cried from hunger and had trouble nursing from her."

"He was fine."

"No, he wasn't."

Tom stepped forward and took the prince from Harveste's arms and cradled him. The baby was still fussy and unhappy and began crying louder, chubby arms reaching out for Harveste who stood there, frozen. Tom's lips twitched in amusement as he saw Bellatrix's face twist with rage and jealousy.

"I'll deal with you later." He said lowly.

With one last glare at Harveste, she stormed out of the room, the slam of the door behind her causing him to wince and Thomas' cries intensified, his tiny face screwed up and flushed red as he strained his lungs. Tom frowned, he didn't want his son to cry, he was happy before and it was all his horrible wife's fault.

"Shh, it's alright, my sweet boy." He rumbled gently.

The prince was inconsolable though and he sighed.

"Harveste, would you feed him again?"

"Y-yes, Your Majesty." He murmured, sitting down in the rocking chair and cradling his son who was starting to hiccup between his loud cries.

He unlaced the nightgown once more and gently guided his mouth to his nipple, gasping lightly as the prince latched on greedily and started suckling loudly, his tear filled eyes slipping shut as he fed. Harveste stroked his chubby cheek with a finger soothingly.

Tom watched the pair, his chest warming as he stared at the lovely Omega and his son. Harveste was just so lovely, so dainty and sweet. His pretty green eyes were nearly glowing and his cheeks were flushed a delicate pink as he watched his son feed, his hand stroking his cheek softly.

His eyes traveled lower, lingering on the exposed, milky skin of his chest. It was truly a lovely sight, his breasts were small but plump and soft looking, his nipples a rosy pink and a dribble of milk slid down his chest as his son switched sides and he swallowed hard. He could feel himself growing aroused, his cock twitching in his trousers.

His wife had never affected him this way, not with the ridiculous caricature she made of her figure with her 'enhancements' and her aggressive attitude. Harveste was all soft sweetness, delicate and gentle. He was everything Bellatrix was not and he could not wait to have him as his wife, to make him his.

It would not be easy, his wife would no doubt try to prevent it, but he would not back down.

He wanted him.

And he always got what he wanted.

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Bellatrix Riddle was in a horrible mood.

Her husband, her beloved husband, had chosen an Omega to take care of their baby and had the nerve not to tell her. She was his wife!

She slammed her hand against the table, making the wine goblet spill and she hissed in irritation as she jerkily waved for a servant to clean it up. She began biting at her nail, a habit she had been unable to break no matter how many times her husband and parents tried to scold her into stopping.

She knew the real reason he'd hired the stupid Omega. To sleep with him. Possibly even make him his second wife.

She'd seen how her husband had been staring at him, the lustful glint in his eyes and the possessive expression on his face as he'd watched him cradle their baby and feed him. It disgusted her. Her husband had never looked at her with such blatant desire and lust.

She'd known her husband had been forced to marry her but she had hoped he'd come to love her as she loved him. They had been together for years, they had a son and he was the King and a virile, healthy Alpha male, a true specimen. He could have his choice of any Omega, male or female, and he was looking at a stupid little boy who was probably too young to even know how to pleasure an Alpha.

Her fingers curled into her palm, her nails digging into the soft skin and drawing blood as her rage built up inside her. She would not lose her husband, not when he was everything she had ever wanted and more.

"I won't be replaced..." She muttered, purple eyes wide and wild. "I won't."

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Harveste flushed in embarrassment as the royal tailor, a kindly elderly beta by the name of Madame Malkin, helped him out of his gown, her wrinkled hands smoothing the fabric as it fell. He was being fitted for his new uniform and the older woman had insisted on removing the gown to get a proper measurement.

She clucked her tongue and shook her head.

"Goodness, you poor dear. I see the other maids have been playing pranks on you." She murmured; her warm brown eyes sympathetic as she gazed at the bruises marring his soft, pale skin.

Harveste glanced away and hugged his arms around his waist, biting his lip and avoiding her gaze. Madame Malkin's eyes softened.

"Not to worry my dear, I'll not tell anyone if you don't want me to and with your new position you won't have to worry about them anymore." She assured him and he smiled gratefully at her.

"Thank you."

She hummed and set to work measuring him, muttering to herself as she wrote down his measurements on her parchment and he fidgeted nervously.

"Now, now, hold still or we'll have to start all over again."

He nodded and held still, his cheeks burning as she measured his chest, her hands brushing against his nipples. She was quick and efficient and he was soon allowed to put his dress back on and they resumed the fitting, Madame Malkin explaining everything that would be delivered by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

"You'll have a dress for each day of the week which will consist of undergarments, a chemise, corset, no less than three petticoats, the dress itself as well as a ruffled pinafore to wear over it when necessary."

Harveste listened, taking in every word and his mind wandered to what his new uniform would look like.

"You'll also be provided with three everyday dresses and one formal ballgown for special occasions, three pairs of stockings, garters as well as nightclothes, a dressing gown, slippers and shoes."

Harveste's eyes widened. This was too much! He couldn't possibly accept so many things, especially the ballgown! It was all far too luxurious for him and he was sure he'd ruin them. Madame Malkin easily read the look on his face and her smile was kind.

"There's no need to fret, Harveste. His Majesty insisted on providing you with a proper wardrobe, you are his son's wetnurse and will therefore be present at court and formal balls and banquets. You must look the part."

He flushed deeply as he realized that hadn't occurred to him at all and he bowed his head, biting his lip anxiously.

"I... I thank you, Madame." He whispered.

"Not at all, My dear. I'm happy to see someone as sweet as you caring for our prince. My heart broke every time I heard him crying, it's nice to finally have a good wetnurse for him."

Harveste's flush deepened and he glanced away shyly.

"I... I'll do my best, Madame."

She smiled.

"I'm sure you will, dear. Now, everything should be delivered tomorrow morning and I'll take a few moments now to tailor one of the previous wetnurses dresses to fit you, now that I have your measurements."

Harveste blinked.

"I... I couldn't possibly-"

"Nonsense! It will only take a few minutes. The prince needs to be fed now yes? I'll have it finished by the time you return."

Harveste bit his lip and reluctantly nodded.

"I will be back soon."

"Alright, dear."

Harveste smiled politely and left the room, walking quickly to the nursery and entering to find the prince fussing in his crib, his face bright red and he hurried over to pick him up and soothe him.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, let's feed you, hm?" He cooed sweetly, as he carefully lifted the baby out of the crib and carried him over to a well-cushioned window seat and sat down, quickly unlacing the front of his dress and bringing the prince close to his chest.

He sighed as the baby latched on eagerly, suckling loudly and his eyes slipped shut. He was so sweet and gentle and the way he was holding onto his finger as he suckled was simply adorable.

"Such a sweet boy." He murmured.

A small coo left the prince's throat, his little fist tightening around his finger and he smiled, a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he stroked the soft black hair gently. The baby's face was scrunched up in concentration as he gulped down his milk, his cheeks moving adorably.

"That's a good boy." He cooed, stroking his cheek gently.

His nipple was starting to hurt from how much the prince was sucking and he adjusted him slightly, pulling him off for a moment and switching sides and Thomas whined before latching on once more and began suckling greedily once more.

"Greedy boy." He teased, smiling as Thomas opened his eyes and stared up at him, his dark red eyes blinking slowly.

He was truly beautiful.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead and the prince squealed in delight, his tiny body squirming happily and he giggled. The door opened and he glanced up to see the King enter the room.

"Your Majesty." He said breathlessly, a blush spreading across his cheeks as the Alpha stared at him intently before he gasped, realizing his chest was fully exposed. He hastily laced up the bodice, blush intensifying, and he averted his gaze, focusing on bringing the little prince to his shoulder and patting his back to burp him.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Harveste." The King said lowly, walking over and reaching out to stroke his sons back.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He murmured, still blushing furiously.

The King took his son and cradled him, a smile appearing on his face as the baby cooed and reached out towards his father, babbling happily and grabbing his finger and sucking on it, his eyes fixed on the Kings face and his other hand patting his chest.

"Are you still hungry, Thomas?"

Harveste watched the two, his heart melting at the sweet sight. The King's eyes softened and he chuckled softly as he moved his finger in the babes mouth, coaxing him into letting go before walking over to him and carefully handing the Prince to him.

"It seems he wasn't quite done. Please feed him, Harveste."

"O-Of course, Your Majesty." He stuttered.

The King sat beside him and watched as he unlaced his dress and fed his son once more, a small smile appearing on his face.

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A few days later, Harveste was to be joining the King while he held council with his advisors. He'd been very nervous as he'd prepared for the day, having a bath and putting on one of the more casual gown he was given aside from his uniform for these occasions.

The dress was a lovely shade of green, a dark emerald color, with off the shoulder sleeves and a corseted bodice that laced up the front so he could easily feed the prince when he was hungry. The skirts were voluminous, made of several layers of the softest silk he'd ever felt and he couldn't stop touching them.

His long hair was left loose for the most part, with some of it pulled back with a pretty comb the King had sent with the rest of his new wardrobe and a few curls framing his face. The whole look was finished off with a pair of soft, velvet slippers.

He'd been a bit surprised when a young Omega maid came and offered to help him prepare but he'd accepted it readily, not wanting to cause any problems and upset the King.

The maid, a sweet girl named Ginny, had been very kind and helpful and she had helped him apply a light amount of makeup, a little powder, lip gloss and rouge. She'd also helped him pick out a small bag to carry the prince's belongings in and he'd added a few toys, some fresh nappies and a blanket.

Once they were both ready, he carefully dressed the prince, putting him in a clean nappy, a plain white shirt and a tiny pair of breeches. He then wrapped him up in a soft blanket and placed him in the carrier the King had sent him, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the air.

He bid Ginny farewell and made his way to the Kings office, the guards opening the doors for him and bowing respectfully and he curtsied politely before entering the room.

It was a large, ornate room, with heavy velvet curtains framing the windows, a large marble fireplace and a large desk in front of the tallest window. Several bookshelves lined the walls and the King himself was seated behind the desk, looking so very handsome in his formal attire.

He looked up and a pleased look crossed his face as he spotted Harveste, his red eyes staring at him intently. Harveste flushed and curtsied as he approached.

"Hello, Your Majesty."

"Good morning Harveste. And Thomas." He murmured, walking over and lifting his son out of the carrier, smiling as he squealed and cooed, grabbing his finger and waving his other fist around. "I see you are dressed quite nicely. The maid I sent was helpful?"

"Y-Yes, very." He stuttered, lowering his gaze.

"Very good." He said before turning away. "You may take a seat on the couch; we'll be leaving in a moment."

Harveste blinked in surprise but nodded and did as instruct, sitting down on the soft velvet sofa and arranging his skirts around him as the King handed the baby back to him, smiling slightly before returning to his desk and ringing a bell before gathering several important looking documents and handing them to an aide that had appeared.

"Let's go."

He nodded and followed the King out of the office, keeping his head lowered demurely and the guards surrounding them saluted the King as he passed and Harveste was careful to stay a few steps behind him. They reached a set of large double doors and the guards opened them and the King strode in, his presence demanding the attention of everyone in the room and they immediately stood and bowed.

"Your Majesty."

"Sit."

They did so, all watching as the King made his way over to his seat at the head of the table, his hands resting on the back of a smaller, cushioned chair positioned next to his and he turned his gaze to the Omega behind him.

"Come."

Harveste's eyes widened and he hesitated for a moment, his grip on the carrier tightening, before he slowly made his way over, hyper aware of the eyes following his movements, and took the seat offered to him.

"This is Harveste, my new sons wetnurse."

A few murmured greetings came from the advisors and Harveste bowed his head courteously, not daring to look up.

"Today's council shall focus on the matter of the treaty with the North. I trust all of you have prepared your reports."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The meeting commenced and Harveste tuned most of it out, not understanding much of it and instead focused on caring for the prince.

It was only an hour in that the prince became fussy, whimpering and rubbing his face against Harveste's shoulder, and he knew the baby was getting hungry. He glanced up from underneath his lashes, a light blush appearing on his face as the Kings piercing gaze met his.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, a brow raised.

"N-No, Your Majesty. It's just that, the prince is hungry." He explained softly.

"Go ahead."

Harveste's flush deepened as the King stared at him intently, his intense gaze burning into him.

"P-Please excuse me."

He carefully lifted the prince from the carrier and settled him in his arms, cooing softly and kissing his cheek as he whimpered unhappily. He quickly unlaced the bodice of his dress and corset before tenderly lifting Thomas to his chest, and he bit his lip as the prince latched on and began suckling eagerly, his chubby fists curled against his chest.

He was embarrassed by feeding the prince in front of all these people, but he needed to eat and there was no other option. The meeting resumed and he focused on soothing the prince, stroking his hair and rocking him slightly as he fed, the little prince shifting restlessly and whimpering as the scent of Alpha arousal tainted the air.

"Whoever it is that is releasing their pheromones, cease immediately." The King's sharp voice cracked through the air like a whip and the scent immediately disappeared, the occupants of the room avoiding the Kings furious gaze. "If you can't control yourselves, leave. My son needs to be fed and I will not have you interfering."

"Our deepest apologies, Your Majesty."

The King said nothing and Harveste let out a soft sigh of relief as the attention returned to the meeting, the Alpha's pheromones now under control. He kissed the top of the prince's head, smiling at the soft coos the baby let out as he gently encouraged him to switch sides, his free hand stroking the Prince's cheek lovingly.

"What do you think, Harveste?"

He glanced up in shock, his gaze wide and surprised, to see the King staring at him.

"I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I wasn't paying attention." He said softly.

"I want to hear your opinion on the treaty of the north, from what I understand the village you grew up in is not far from the northern border. Is there anything you know that may give us an upper hand when negotiating?"

He flushed.

"I- I'm not sure I can offer any useful information." He stammered, biting his lip anxiously.

"I insist." The King stated, his expression unyielding.

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

"The northerners were most interested in trading for a specific plant as they struggle with the harsh climate and soil. A plant grows in our kingdom, a type of herb if you will, that helps the soil retain moisture and is a very effective fertilizer. They were always very desperate to get their hands it and would pay handsomely."

"An herb? Is it hard to grow? Expensive? I assume they would not pay so much if it was." A man with long blond hair and sharp grey eyes asked.

Harveste shook his head.

"For us no. It's actually a weed by the name of kingsfoil that grows plentifully throughout the kingdom, Many farmers use it to keep their soil rich. It's why there's always bountiful crops no matter the time of year but it cannot grow past the mountains at the border because of the cold climate."

"Do you think it could be used as leverage for trade negotiations Lord Avery?" Tom asked, turning the man who owned and operated the largest shipping grainery in the country.

"It certainly could, Your Majesty. If they're unable to grow their own crops and we provide a solution, I believe they'll be much more willing to concede on several points."

"Very well, I want a list of the villages and landowners who grow the most kingsfoil. We will offer them any amount of this plant they require free of charge in exchange for exclusive trading rights."

Lord Avery bowed his head and jotted down the order.

"And if that doesn't work, we can simply threaten to withdraw our offer and the northerners will beg us not to. We'll get a good deal no matter what." The King concluded. "Thank you for this insight, Harveste."

"You're welcome, Your Majesty." He murmured, glancing down at the now sleeping Prince in his arms with a blush.

"Any other matters?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. There is the matter of your search for a second wife. We have received several inquiries from eligible young women of noble and royal birth who are willing to be interviewed."

"Very well. Send me their dossiers. I'll make a decision by the end of the month."

Harveste's heart broke a little at the Kings words, a feeling of melancholy coming over him though he had no right for such feelings. His place was as a servant and wetnurse to Prince Thomas, no more, no less. He was grateful to the King for saving him from his cruel treatment at the hands of the maids and giving him a better life.

The meeting ended not long after that and the King dismissed the council before rising from his seat and walking over to him, reaching down to gently lift his son from his arms and cradle him.

"They're so tiresome, my son. But it is my duty and I am happy to fulfill it if it will help you and your future." He murmured, brushing his lips against the prince's soft black hair.

Harveste watched, his heart melting as the prince blinked sleepily and reached up to grab at one of the kings ornaments, a beautiful gold brooch depicting the Riddle family crest, the skull and serpent, with emeralds for eyes.

"You've done well today, Harveste. Thank you."

"It's an honor to be of use, Your Majesty."

Tom smiled and stroked his sons cheek, his dark eyes softening and his smile widened as the baby grabbed his finger and held onto it tightly.

"We'll have an early dinner and then you can rest, Harveste. I'm sure Thomas will need another feeding and then a nap."

Harveste nodded, his heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with the King and his son.

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That night, Bellatrix snuck out of her bedroom and down the hallway towards her husband's room. She would show him she was the perfect wife, the best possible mate for him and that commoner would not stand in her way.

She slipped inside the dark room, the moonlight the only source of light and she crept across the carpet and crawled onto the bed, licking her lips in anticipation. She would do everything to please him and prove she was the better choice.

"Mmmm Tom..." She moaned softly, running her hands over his broad chest through his blankets and leaning down to kiss him.

"Get off."

Bellatrix froze, her purple eyes wide.

"Wh-what?"

"I said get off. Now."

His voice was cold and his eyes were dark and unblinking.

"But-"

"Do it or I will make you."

She bit her lip and slowly got off him, her whole body shaking with rage even as her cunt clenched in want as he sat up, the bedding falling to reveal his bare chest.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed, Bellatrix." He asked, his voice low and threatening.

"I-I just wanted to see you, my love. I missed you." She whimpered, lowering her eyes.

Tom's lips curled into a snarl.

"I don't recall allowing you into my rooms. And I most definitely didn't ask you to climb into my bed and molest me."

"I wasn't! I was going to pleasure you, to make you feel good. I-"

"Do not speak over me!" He growled, his eyes flashing. "You're lucky I haven't kicked you out yet, if you don't want to go back to your family without a shred of dignity you will listen and obey."

She flinched, her lower lip trembling as tears filled her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tom."

"Leave."

"Tom, please! Please, my love, give me another chance. I promise I'll be better." She pleaded, dropping to her knees and grabbing his hand, pressing kisses to his fingers and gazing up at him with tears spilling down her cheeks.

Tom stared down at her, his lips pressed together.

"Get out. I don't want to see you until I send for you. If I find you trying to come into my rooms or bed again, I will punish you. Leave."

She sobbed and rose, her face red and her makeup running. She was humiliated, he had never rejected her so thoroughly. She turned and fled the room, her tears blinding her and her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She would not be replaced, she would not! The stupid Omega whore was already stealing her husband's affections and she would not allow him to be taken away from her. She would kill the little bitch before that could happen.

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Harveste sighed happily, his face flushed and his body warm from the bath he had just finished. He dried off and began getting dressed, slipping on his undergarments and pulling on his nightdress and dressing gown before he went to his vanity and began brushing his long hair.

He'd been the prince's wetnurse for a few weeks now and he'd quickly fallen into a routine. He woke up at dawn every day and made his way to the nursery where he fed and bathed the prince and put him in clean nappies and clothes before taking him to breakfast with the King.

Afterwards, they would spend the day either with the King as he fulfilled his duties or they would spend time in the nursery playing or reading. In the evenings, he would feed the prince before bathing him and putting him to bed, reading him a bedtime story and kissing him goodnight before retiring himself.

It was a lovely schedule and he adored his time with Thomas, he was so sweet and was always happy to see him, reaching out and cooing, his little mouth making an adorable 'o' shape when he was being fed. He loved him dearly and was so thankful for his new life.

The King had been so kind and attentive to him, asking about his opinion and giving him praise when he did a good job and making sure he had everything he needed. He was so different from what he had heard; that he was a stern and unfeeling Alpha, who only cared about his subjects and the Kingdom.

He was still very firm and had no trouble scolding him when he needed to but he was always gentle and patient, explaining things when he asked and helping him.

He couldn't help but blush whenever the King was around and his heart would beat fast in his chest. The Alpha was so handsome and his scent was so strong and heady, he could drown in it. The way his eyes would fix on him and the way he spoke to him, it was like he was the only person in the room, his focus entirely on him.

He felt drawn to him, in a way he had never experienced and he couldn't deny that the thought of the King finding a second wife made him ache with sadness and jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel such things but he couldn't help it, he'd fallen for the Alpha, completely and irrevocably.

He sighed and placed his brush down, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were flushed pink and his lips were plump and soft, his hair loose and curly. He'd put on a bit of weight since he'd become the prince's wetnurse, his appetite was healthy and his diet had improved since the King insisted he eat meals with him and the Prince, his skin was glowing and soft, his green eyes sparkling.

He'd never looked so beautiful.

He smiled sadly and rose, making his way over to the bed and settling down underneath the sheets and fluffy comforter, snuggling into the warmth.

He couldn't help but wish the King was with him, holding him close, his arms wrapped around his waist and his lips pressing sweet kisses to his neck and shoulders. He sighed dreamily, his cheeks growing warmer and he closed his eyes, letting his fantasies carry him away.

"Mmmm Your Majesty..." He whispered, biting his lip as he shyly ran his hand down his chest and slipped it under the hem of his nightdress, his fingers brushing against his inner thighs.

He'd never touched himself before, never had the urge, but he was so warm and aroused, his cunt was soaked and aching. He'd heard about Alphas and Omegas coupling, about how good it felt, and he longed to feel it.

He spread his legs, the sheets and comforter rustling and his fingers trailed higher, his breath catching as he brushed against his folds.

"Oh."

He did it again and his body trembled. It felt so good, his fingers rubbing against his cunt and he rubbed a little harder, his eyes widening at the burst of pleasure that shot through him. He gasped and arched his back, his lips parting and he repeated the movement, rubbing faster and faster, his body quivering as he rubbed the bundle of nerves that made him cry out.

"Ahh! Mmmm... oh yes... yes... Tom..." He whimpered, his fingers rubbing and stroking and he cried out, his orgasm hitting him hard and his body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over him.

He was panting heavily as he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling, and his hand was slick with his juices, his cunt throbbing and the wetness seeping onto the sheets.

"Oh goodness..." He breathed.

He blushed furiously, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, he'd touched himself and dared to imagine the King touching him. There was no way an Alpha like the King would ever want him, an inexperienced virgin Omega.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes, a feeling of melancholy washing over him as he turned onto his side and curled into a ball, the feeling of tears building behind his eyes. He was ashamed of his thoughts, his fantasies. He had no right to think of the King like that, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

His heart ached and he hugged a pillow to his chest, a small sob leaving his throat and he buried his face into the fluffy fabric, letting his tears flow.

He wanted the King, with all his heart.

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Tom was in a foul mood. The Council meeting had dragged on and on and he had spent the entire time thinking of his son and Harveste. It was all he could do not to storm from the room in a fit of pique.

The meeting was about the negotiations with the North and his advisors were still trying to figure out the best course of action, wanting to find the perfect deal and make the most of the trade and ensure the Crown would get the most out of it.

They were being tedious, bickering about how to handle the situation and he was growing more and more irritated as the minutes ticked by. His patience finally snapped when the Lord Chamberlain brought up the treaty of his grandfather.

"That was a completely different situation, Lord Chamberlain, and a completely different Alpha." He stated firmly, his voice icy.

"Your Majesty-"

"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it." He growled, his red eyes darkening. "You have been nothing but a nuisance, arguing and bickering and trying to sway me to your view. Enough."

The older man opened his mouth to reply and the King silenced him with a glare.

"Enough. The matter is decided, the trade shall take place and you will ensure that it does. You are all dismissed."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I expect all the paperwork on my desk tomorrow morning, do not disappoint me."

They bowed and hurried out of the room, eager to leave the Kings presence. Tom sighed and rubbed his temples. It had been a long day. He left the room and headed for the nursery, wanting to see his son even if it was late and he was sure to be asleep.

He opened the door to the nursery and paused, the familiar scent of sweet, Omega arousal permeating the air. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply, his cock twitching in interest. He made his way through the nursery towards Harveste's room and his eyes darkened at the sight.

Harveste was fast asleep, his dark curls fanning out on the pillow, his cheeks pink and his plush lips parted. He was the most beautiful thing Tom had ever seen. He watched the young Omega shift slightly, the sheets rustling and his eyes widened as the blankets fell and revealed a creamy shoulder, the nightgown slipping down and the scent of Omega arousal thickened as warm air was released from beneath the covers.

He swallowed thickly and stepped closer, his eyes focused on the soft skin and the long column of his neck, the delicate collarbone, and the way his hair spilled around him, a single curl resting on his cheek.

He licked his lips, his fingers itching to reach out and touch.

He didn't.

Instead, he forced himself back to the nursery and gently picked up his sleeping son, cradling him and gazing down at him lovingly, his heart clenching.

"Hello, my sweet boy." He whispered, stroking his hair.

His son whimpered in his sleep and Tom smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Shh, it's alright. Daddy's here."

He left the nursery and carried his son down the hall, to his own bedroom, the guards outside bowing as he passed and the doors were opened. He placed his son down on the bed and stripped down, the little one cooing softly and reaching out for him as he pulled his shirt off and slipped into a comfortable pair of cotton pants.

He chuckled and picked his son up, cradling him to his chest and pressing kisses to his hair.

"I love you so much, Thomas."

The baby yawned and snuggled into him, his tiny fist curled against his chest and Tom's heart melted, a small smile appearing on his face and a light chuckle escaping his lips.

"Let's go to sleep."

He got into bed and pulled the covers up, holding his son to his chest and closing his eyes, his face buried in his hair and his scent surrounding him.

It was the first time his son had slept with him and he couldn't have been happier.

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Harveste woke up slowly, blinking and rubbing his eyes. The sun was streaming through the curtains and he smiled, stretching and sitting up, a soft sigh leaving his lips. He felt refreshed and relaxed in a way he never had before.

He'd had the most wonderful dreams, full of soft touches and passionate kisses and he could still feel the tingle of pleasure lingering on his body. He'd had no idea it would feel like that, his fingers rubbing his folds and bringing him to the edge.

He climbed out of bed and made his way to the nursery, not bothering with a dressing gown or slippers yet, and his eyes widened when he saw the prince's crib was empty his blood ran cold and he quickly left the room and ran down the hallway towards the Kings room, bursting into the room without a thought even as the guards tried to stop him, his hair a mess and his eyes wide and frantic.

"Your Majesty!"

The King was sitting up in bed, a tray of food on the nightstand beside him and Thomas was in his lap, sleeping soundly.

"What is it?" He asked, waving away the guards hovering behind the Omega.

"The prince! I-I didn't see him, I panicked, I'm sorry." He stammered, wringing his hands together nervously as a flush traveled up his neck and cheeks.

"It's alright, Harveste." Tom chuckled. "Come here, he's waking and I'm sure he'll be ready to eat soon."

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."

He padded over to the bed, the plush carpet soft and warm against his bare feet, and hesitated at the edge of the massive bed, not sure if he'd be able to climb up onto the tall, imposing mattress.

"You'll have to climb, I'm afraid."

Harveste glanced up to see the King smiling slightly, the amusement evident in his eyes. He blushed and slowly hefted himself up onto the mattress, careful not to disturb the prince who was starting to squirm and whimper.

He moved forward, settling down next to the King and biting his lip as he realized he was shirtless, the blanket resting low on his hips and he averted his gaze, focusing on the prince who was beginning to fuss and wriggle.

"I'm sorry, Thomas." He cooed, his finger stroking the baby's cheek and the little one cooed, his face scrunched up and his tiny hands clenched into fists as he whined, lips puckering. "You must be hungry, aren't you? Let's feed you, hm?"

He carefully gathered the prince up and brought him to his chest, taking a deep breath and unlacing the ties on the front of his nightgown and lifted the baby to his breast, smiling as the prince latched on and began suckling greedily.

"Such a hungry little thing." Tom murmured, reaching out and stroking his son's soft, black hair.

"Mmhmm yes he is, Your Majesty." He breathed; his eyes fixed on the baby in his arms.

"Are you alright, Harveste?"

"I'm fine, Your Majesty. Just a little tired." He answered softly, glancing up and blushing when his gaze met the Kings.

"Did you have trouble sleeping?"

"A bit, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, I wonder why." He murmured, his eyes darkening slightly and the Alpha scent intensifying, his nostrils flaring and his eyes fixed on Harveste's face.

"I-I don't know." He stuttered, his cheeks burning.

Tom smirked and leaned forward, his hand reaching out and gently pushing his hair behind his ear.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now. Once you've fed Thomas, you'll need to get dressed for a council meeting. I'll have the maids bring your clothes for the day here so we don't waste time."

"O-Of course, Your Majesty." He stuttered, his mind blanking as the Alpha continued to stare at him, his eyes so intense.

The baby let out a loud belch, his fist curled against Harveste's chest and he smiled, the moment breaking and the air lightening.

"That was quite the burp." He giggled.

"It certainly was." Tom agreed, leaning forward and lifting the Prince out of his arms and kissing his forehead. "Such a healthy boy. He'll be big and strong, like his daddy."

Harveste chuckled and laced his nightdress back up, smiling fondly at the Alpha and his son, his heart melting at the sight.

"You two are very similar. I'm sure he'll grow up to be just as handsome."

Tom smiled and pressed a kiss to the prince's forehead, his eyes soft and gentle.

"He will be the most beautiful and intelligent Alpha the kingdom has ever seen. My perfect boy."

Harveste's breath caught at the sight of the King smiling down at his son, the expression so loving and adoring. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"You should get dressed." Tom murmured, his eyes meeting his once again as two young maids entered the room respectfully, holding a bundle of clothes.

"Of course, Your Majesty."

He rose and allowed the maids to usher him over to a dressing area that was obviously the kings, the large mirror framed in gold and the marble vanity was lined with many bottles and jars. They helped him get ready, applying some light makeup, and helping him dress.

"Do you approve, Your Majesty?"

Tom rose from the bed, the prince wrapped up and snuggled in his arms, and walked over, his eyes running over him. He was wearing a soft buttery yellow gown, with long flowing sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the soft swell of his breasts, and a skirt that trailed behind him, the hem embroidered with flowers and vines while his long, curly hair falling down his back in a loose braid, the ribbon matching the shade of the dress.

"You look beautiful, Harveste. Absolutely lovely."

Harveste blushed prettily and lowered his eyes demurely before jumping as the large doors to the room slammed open.

"Tom! I demand you come see me right this minute!" Bellatrix shrieked as she stormed into the room.

The maid's gasped and scurried away as the enraged Queen stormed into the room, her purple eyes flashing and her long, black hair loose around her shoulders, her ruby dressing gown billowing behind her even as she froze at the sight of that Omega whore standing there, in her husband's room, even when she was not welcome.

"What is the meaning of this, Bellatrix." Tom's voice was cold, his expression unreadable.

"What is the meaning of this?! You-you brought that- that harlot into your rooms after refusing me?!" She shrieked, pointing at Harveste accusingly.

"You dare raise your voice at me, Bellatrix. I told you what would happen if you did so again and I am not in the mood to tolerate your disrespect." He growled, his scent sharp and harsh as he carefully handed Thomas to Harveste and stood straight, his jaw tight. "Get out. You're not welcome in my rooms."

"You can't do this! I'm your wife!" She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks, face flushed a blotchy red.

"You are my wife in name only and you are not welcome here. Leave."

"I will not! Not until you give me another chance. I deserve a chance, I can make you happy, Tom, I swear." She sobbed, her body trembling as she approached him and placed her hand on his chest.

He grabbed her wrist and wrenched her hand away, his eyes flashing.

"You lost your chance the moment you disobeyed my order."

"Tom-"

"Silence. Do not speak to me again unless you wish to be punished. Get out."

Bellatrix's eyes widened and her breath hitched, her throat clogging with emotion.

"Tom, please, give me a chance."

"I've given you plenty of chances and you've failed to take any of them. Leave, Bellatrix, before I have the guards drag you out."

"Tom-"

"Leave, now!"

She flinched at the anger in his voice and turned, stumbling away, her body trembling as she fled the room, the heavy doors slamming shut behind her.

"Shh, it's alright, my sweet prince. I'll protect you." Harveste murmured, cradling the prince close and kissing his forehead, the baby whimpering and snuggling closer, his hand curled in the fabric of his dress.

Tom's anger dissipated and he took a deep breath, calming himself and his scent lightened, the Alpha no longer a threat and Harveste glanced up, his eyes meeting his.

"Is he alright?" He asked softly, his hands reaching out to take his son, his heart clenching as the prince's tiny fist clung to Harveste's dress, a small sob escaping his lips.

"He's scared. The yelling and scent, he knows something is wrong and he's frightened."

Tom's eyes widened and he gently took his son, cradling him and kissing his hair, his scent soothing and calm.

"It's alright, my sweet prince. Daddy won't let anyone hurt you." He whispered, rocking his son. "You're safe, my love."

The prince blinked and snuggled into his father's chest, his little fist still clinging to Harveste's dress and the young Omega reached out and gently stroked the baby's cheek, the little one cooing and turning into the touch, his little mouth opening in a yawn.

"Such a sweet little thing. So precious." He cooed.

"We'll be late if we don't leave soon, Harveste." Tom's voice was soft and his eyes were tender, his son safe and calm once again.

"Oh yes, of course, Your Majesty."

He stepped back, his heart pounding as Tom's eyes met his, the Alpha's expression soft and his lips turned up into a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Harveste."

"For what, Your Majesty?"

"For calming him, for being here."

Harveste flushed and his eyes lowered, his cheeks burning.

"I-it was nothing, Your Majesty."

Tom's smile widened and he nodded towards one of the sofas in the room.

"Sit while I dress, we'll have to head straight to the council meeting."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He sat down obediently, accepting the little prince and cuddling him close, smiling as the baby cooed and nuzzled into him, his eyes blinking sleepily and his little fingers curling around his.

"I hope you're not too tired, sweet prince." He whispered, stroking his soft, black hair. "There will be a lot of people at the council meeting."

The baby cooed, his bright red eyes sparkling, and Harveste laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his head.

"You are just adorable, my prince. Such a sweet little one."

Tom couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene, his son and Harveste cuddled together, the pair looking so adorable and sweet, and his heart warmed at the sight, the urge to join them almost overpowering.

He swallowed thickly and finished getting ready, the urge to take them both into his arms and hold them close making him feel dizzy.

This feeling... he'd never felt it before. He didn't know what to call it. It was strange and exciting, his heart beating faster and his skin growing hot. He wanted Harveste, he'd known that for a while, but it was more than that now. He wanted him by his side, not just as a concubine, but as a mate.

He swallowed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He'd never believed in soulmates or destined mates, the idea seemed far-fetched and absurd. But he couldn't deny how strongly he was drawn to the Omega. He wanted him, his son loved him and he knew the people would love him too. He would make him his consort and ensure everyone knew who he belonged to.

He took a deep breath and composed himself before heading towards the pair, his heart melting once more at the sight of the Omega cuddled up with his son, the pair so sweet and adorable as Harveste pressed a kiss to the prince's soft cheek.

"Are you ready, Harveste?" He asked, his voice soft.

Harveste jumped slightly and looked up, his cheeks flushing and eyes widening.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good. Let's go then."

Harveste nodded and carefully rose, holding the baby close and following him out of the room, cooing down at the prince as the guards opened the doors and followed after the King, the little one yawning and reaching up, his tiny fingers grabbing at the Omega's hair.

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They arrived at the Council room and the doors were opened, the guards standing at attention and the members of the Royal Court bowing as the King passed, murmuring their greetings.

Harveste smiled and bowed his head politely, his cheeks pink and eyes lowered, as the Lords of the council murmured polite greetings to him. The King moved to his chair at the head of the table and settled into it, gesturing to his usual seat to his right and Harveste moved quickly, settling into the chair and cuddling the prince close.

"Your Majesty."

The Council members bowed as they took their seats and the meeting began, the men presenting their findings and ideas for bettering the kingdom, each wanting the Kings approval and praise.

Harveste listened intently as he knew today's meeting focused on helping the commoners like himself, his thoughts on ways to help those less fortunate, and how to improve the lives of those who were poor and struggling.

"As you know, the crown has a duty to care for its citizens, both rich and poor, and we must do everything we can to ensure they are all taken care of. If the lower class is happy and well taken care of, they are less likely to cause trouble and try to overthrow the Crown. We cannot have them rising up in an attempt to overthrow us, it would lead to a war, which we cannot afford." Tom stated, his eyes sweeping across the table.

"Indeed, Your Majesty. If the commoners are given what they want, they are less likely to protest." Lord Chamberlain stated. "Perhaps opening a school for them, to teach the children to read and write, will help keep them occupied and give them a better chance to get better jobs and earn a higher salary."

Harveste bit his lip, a feeling of anger washing over him as several other ridiculous and unhelpful suggestions were made, all the members of the Royal Council eager to please their King and win his favor.

"A school wouldn't help them find better jobs, Your Majesty." He spoke up, his voice soft and demure.

Tom turned to look at him, his gaze inquiring.

"Why do you say that Harveste?"

"You people are not illiterate, Your Majesty. A school for the lower class wouldn't help them, it would be pointless and they wouldn't have the time as children as young as 6 are expected to help with the family fields or businesses. Even if they did go to school, they would have to give up their chores and their families couldn't afford it."

The Council members gasped and a few looked affronted, the King's attention suddenly focused on the lowborn Omega.

"And what do you propose we do, instead?"

Harveste blushed under his gaze, the Kings intense focus on him and he licked his lips, his voice trembling a bit but still clear.

"If you truly want to help the people, to truly make their lives better... The current sewer and water systems in place are not suitable, the filth is poisoning the water, making your people ill. The roads are also full of holes and potholes, making it difficult for the farmers to transport their goods and horses are injured frequently. Your Majesty, the commoners are unhappy for these reasons not because they are uneducated. They have no choice but to suffer and it will not end until you do something about it."

A murmur of surprise went through the council members and a few looked at each other, some nodding and agreeing with the Omega.

Tom watched the Omega intently, his heart racing. Harveste was beautiful, his long, dark hair framing his face and his cheeks pink. His voice was strong and confident, the conviction and passion evident in his tone, and he found himself admiring him more and more, the desire and admiration growing in his heart.

"My goodness." The Duke murmured, his eyes wide. "I never thought I would hear such a thing from an Omega."

Harveste blushed and lowered his eyes, his cheeks heating at the looks of respect that the members of the Royal Court were sending his way.

"Well said, Harveste." Tom praised; his tone approving.

"You have a good point. Perhaps the first thing we should do is improve the infrastructure, the sewage and water system. A new sewer and drainage system should be put in place to prevent the contamination of the water supply and the roads should be fixed to prevent injuries and accidents."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

"I agree. It's a good idea, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Harveste breathed, his eyes bright.

"Very well. We will start working on that immediately. Lord Chamberlain, please send out inspectors to every village and town in the kingdom and have them survey the sewage and water systems and report back on their condition. We should begin where there is the most damage and work our way outward."

"Of course, Your Majesty. I'll make the arrangements right away."

"Good. Now, as for the roads, Lord Black, please contact the Minister of Public Works and have them prepare a proposal for a new road system. I want it on my desk within the week."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Now, as for the education of the lower class, what do you propose, Harveste?" Tom turned to look at him, his gaze warm and curious and Harveste blinked and shifted uncomfortably as the attention was once again on him, the Royal Court looking at him eagerly.

"Um... well, Your Majesty, as I said it is not that the lower class is uneducated, Your Majesty. Many are well educated, having learned from their families, neighbors and friends. I believe a school to teach practical things such as taxes, trade and other essential skills, would be more useful and the classes could be held in the evenings after the children are done with their chores. I think if they are able to learn these skills, then it would be more beneficial to them and the kingdom."

"Hmm, an interesting idea. We should definitely consider it. Lord Chamberlain, contact the Ministers of Finance and Trade and have them come up with a list of possible subjects for the classes. We'll need to decide what will be covered and who will teach the classes."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Council members murmured their assent, the discussion turning towards other issues and Harveste let out a soft sigh of relief, his heart racing. He had no idea how he'd gotten the courage to speak up but he was glad he had. He'd spoken his mind, something he'd never done before and it felt good, a warm feeling of pride filling his chest.

The meeting continued and he listened carefully, his mind racing as the discussions turned to trade deals and other things that the King needed to be aware of. It was fascinating and he couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of improving the kingdom, making life easier for his fellow citizens.

"We will reconvene tomorrow. The next topic will be the requests made to be my second wife." Tom stated, rising and Harveste and the Royal Council rose with him, the members bowing respectfully and murmuring their thanks and farewells.

Tom gestured for him to follow and Harveste bowed his head politely before trailing after him, the King heading towards his rooms and the door was closed behind them, the guards posted outside.

"Your Majesty-"

"Please, sit." Tom gestured towards the armchairs by the fireplace and Harveste sank into the soft, plush seat, the prince sleeping soundly in his arms.

Tom took a seat across from him, his gaze intent as he studied the Omega, his dark hair and pale skin glowing in the light of the fire, his lips plump and cheeks flushed.

"You did well today, Harveste. Very well. I am impressed and your ideas are quite innovative."

Harveste blushed prettily and looked down, his long lashes fluttering as he gently rocked the baby.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." He murmured. "I am not used to speaking in front of a large group of people, I apologize if I was too bold."

"You are not too bold, Harveste, nor should you apologize for speaking up." Tom murmured, rising from his seat and crossing over to the Omega, the pair staring at each other intently. "I value honesty, especially when it comes from those who are loyal to me. You are very intelligent, Harveste, and your thoughts will be a great asset to the kingdom."

Harveste blinked and flushed even more, his lips parting and he ducked his head, his hair falling around his face like a veil, jolting lightly in surprise as Thomas woke with a mewling cry and the King reached out, his hand coming up and brushing his hair back.

"He's hungry."

"Oh! Yes, yes, of course."

Harveste easily untied the laces of his dress, the fabric falling open and exposing his breasts. The prince cooed and his tiny hands reached up, grabbing at the exposed flesh and he latched onto one nipple, suckling hungrily.

"Such a sweet boy. Such a hungry little prince." Harveste cooed, stroking the prince's cheek and he blushed at the look the King was giving him, the Alpha's eyes dark and intense. "You are a lucky man, Your Majesty."

"Hmm? How so?"

"You have a beautiful, healthy son, and he'll grow into a fine, strong Alpha."

"He is." Tom murmured, his fingers tucking a lock of hair behind the Omega's ear. "He has a kind and beautiful Omega looking after him. You are a gift, Harveste, and I am glad that you came to us."

Harveste's breath hitched and he blinked, his eyes meeting the King's and his heart skipped a beat at the sincerity he saw in them.

"You are the perfect Omega for my son, and I am honored to have you in my home." Tom murmured, his voice soft and low, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

Harveste's cheeks flamed and his heart raced, breath hitching and lips parting as the King leaned in, his mouth hovering mere centimeters away from his before the door burst open and the pair jumped apart, Bellatrix storming in, her expression furious.

"What the fuck are you doing here again?!" She shrieked, glaring daggers at the Omega.

Harveste's eyes widened and he quickly tied up his dress, the fabric covering him and the baby whimpered, his face scrunching up as the milk flow stopped abruptly.

"Your Majesty, I-I'll excuse myself to the nursery now, thank you for allowing me to be a part of the council meeting." He stammered, bowing his head and hurrying past Bellatrix and down the hall, his face burning.

He had no idea what had happened and why the King had leaned in, the intensity in his gaze had been breathtaking and his words, his touch had been so intimate.

He could almost feel the ghost of the Kings lips against his, the warm breath, and his heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes, it had been the same look that he'd seen in his dreams.

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"What are you doing, Tom?!" Bellatrix shrieked, glaring at him furiously. "You're bringing that whore here, allowing him to parade around the castle, showing off his tits for everyone to see!"

"Don't you dare call him that." Tom growled, his eyes flashing. "You have no right to question me or my decisions. If I wish for him to be at my side, then that is where he will be."

"You cannot be serious! He is just a lowborn Omega! I am your wife, your Queen! It is me you should be showing off, not him!"

"You are my wife in name only." He replied coldly, his expression hard. "You know this already and yet you continue to disobey me. What makes you think that you are in any position to demand anything from me? You have shown yourself to be a weak, spineless, pathetic excuse for a Queen and I have no use for someone like that."

Bellatrix's face drained of color and her eyes widened, her breathing growing heavy and uneven.

"What- what are you saying?" She gasped, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides, her chest heaving.

"I am saying that as soon as I take a second wife, I will be stripping you of the title of 'Queen' and have you removed from the palace. You are no longer welcome here."

"You can't do this, Tom! I have given you an heir! I am the one who should be standing at your side! You're making a mistake!"

"No, Bellatrix, you are the one who has made a mistake. You have disobeyed me one too many times and now, you will pay the price." He stated coldly.

Bellatrix's eyes widened and she paled, her hands trembling and she shook her head, her eyes filling with tears.

"No... no, please, Tom, I can make it up to you. Please, I love you." She pleaded, her voice cracking.

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have disobeyed me."

"Tom-"

"Silence. You have proven that you are unworthy of being my wife and therefore, I have no use for you. Once I take a second wife, you will be sent away. Is that clear?"

"You're making a mistake." Bellatrix sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks and she fell to her knees, her hands reaching out to grasp his robe. "Please, Tom, I love you. I've always loved you."

"Enough."

"I'm begging you Tom, please. Don't do this, don't send me away. Please."

"I will not repeat myself. Get out." He stated coldly.

She trembled, her fingers clenching the fabric of his robes, and she bit her lip, her eyes closing and she took a deep breath.

"If- if you send me away, I-I'll make sure that everyone knows." She whispered.

Tom raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'll make sure everyone knows about how much of a bastard you are. You'll be a laughingstock, an embarrassment to the Royal Family."

"Oh, Bellatrix, you have no idea how foolish you sound." He chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you really think anyone will believe the ramblings of a bitter, jealous woman? I have no need for a Queen who cannot control herself and cannot obey her husband."

"I-"

"Enough. You are not welcome here. I have spoken."

"I'll make you regret this, Tom. You'll see."

"Get. Out."

She glared up at him and rose, her eyes blazing.

"Fine. But you will regret this. Mark my words, Tom, you will regret this." She hissed, spinning on her heel and storming out, slamming the doors shut behind her.

Tom sighed and shook his head, his expression darkening as he thought about what she had interrupted.

His conversation with Harveste had been going so well, the Omega had seemed so willing and eager, his cheeks flushed and lips parted and he'd leaned in, ready to taste him.

His scent had been intoxicating, sweet and milky, and he had wanted nothing more than to press him against the chair and claim him, to mark him as his.

But Bellatrix had interrupted and he cursed her lack of self-control, the way she ruined everything.

'You will regret this.'

He snorted and shook his head. As if he had any regrets.

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Bellatrix paced angrily, her hands clenched and her breathing heavy.

Tom was being unreasonable, she was the one who should be by his side, not that little slut. He had no right to keep her away, to ban her from his bed and her room. She was his wife and his Queen, not that whore.

"My lady."

She turned, her eyes wide, and saw her maid standing there, her expression drawn and tired.

"What do you want?! Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes, my lady. But the King has asked for me to inform you that the servants have been instructed to pack your things."

"What?!"

"He has instructed the guards to escort you out of the palace, my lady. They will be here in a few moments and will be escorting you to the northern palace."

"That bastard!" She shrieked, her chest heaving and the blood rushing in her ears. "I'll make him pay for this; he can't get away with this."

"My lady-"

"Get out! Get out, all of you!" She screamed, her hands clawing at her hair.

The maid bowed and backed out, the guards entering and waiting for her.

"Come, my lady. We have orders to escort you to the northern palace. You are not permitted to stay here."

"Like hell I will. Guards, I order you to leave immediately!" She cried.

The guards ignored her and two grasped her arms, guiding her towards the door.

"No! No, let me go! Let me go, you bastards! I order you to stop!"

They continued dragging her along, her screams and cries echoing through the palace, her voice cracking and hoarse. The doors opened and they dragged her out, the setting sun blinding her and the heat stifling.

"Stop! Let me go, I will not allow you to treat me like this! I am the Queen, damn you!"

The guards ignored her and placed her into the carriage, closing and barring the door before getting into their own.

"Move out!"

The horses whinnied and the carriage began to move, the wheels rolling over the gravel and dirt, and Bellatrix shrieked and clawed at the wooden slats, her eyes wild.

"No! No, stop! Let me go, I am your Queen!" She screamed, her chest heaving and tears spilling down her cheeks.

"No... no, you will regret this, Tom." She whispered, her fingers trembling and her heart racing. "I will make you pay; I swear."

✤✤✤

Harveste sighed and leaned against the balcony railing, his heart heavy.

It had been three weeks since Bellatrix had been banished to the northern palace at order of the King and Harveste had been spending a lot more time with the King and the Prince.

He'd found himself enjoying the Council meetings, his voice growing stronger and more confident, and his ideas were listened to and valued, his input considered and the members of the Council treated him with respect, his thoughts and suggestions taken seriously.

It was exhilarating and he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he walked the halls, his head held high and a smile on his lips.

But his heart ached as well. The King had not mentioned that moment between them, that almost kiss, and he could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with anticipation and desire. He wanted the Alpha, his body craving him and his scent, but he was scared.

He had slowly but surely fallen in love with the King, and with his son, and he was afraid of being rejected. Afraid of the dossiers of eligible Omegas and Betas sitting ignored on his desk, the stack growing larger each day.

He swallowed and sighed, his chest aching and his eyes closing as a breeze blew over the balcony, the cool air ruffling his hair and he turned, heading back inside, the doors closing softly behind him.

He was dressed in a simple, white nightgown, the fabric soft and thin, and his feet were bare, his toes sinking into the plush rug as he made his way to his bed. He'd been feeling weak and feverish since the day before, and he'd found it difficult to keep his food down, his stomach roiling and his skin flushed.

The prince had been restless and cranky, the little one's skin sensitive and his teeth cutting, and he'd barely been able to calm the baby. He sighed and crawled into bed, his head pounding and eyes heavy. He'd have to let the king know he was ill tomorrow morning and have a maid watch the baby.

He curled up under the covers, his body shivering and his eyes closing, the warmth of the blankets and pillows surrounding him.

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A gentle knock woke him and his eyes blinked open, his vision blurry.

"Harveste?"

"Come in." He murmured, and the door opened, the king stepping inside and Harveste gasped, his cheeks flushing and his heart racing as the Alpha closed the door behind him and crossed the room, his gaze intent and eyes dark.

"Are you alright? I was told you were ill."

"I'm alright, Your Majesty. It's nothing, just a little fever. I should be better in a few days." He murmured dazedly, leaning forward and sniffing deeply. The king smelled even more delicious than usual, his scent rich and warm, like dark chocolate and vanilla, and he couldn't help but let out a soft whine, his body trembling.

"Is it the flu? Do you have a sore throat?" Tom asked, moving closer and reaching out to touch his forehead, his skin hot and sweaty.

"I-I don't know, Your Majesty. I feel hot and achy, and my stomach feels weird."

"Hmm. Have you had anything to eat or drink today?"

"No, Your Majesty. I haven't had the appetite."

"I'll have some broth brought up; it will help."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tom nodded and headed towards the door, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring as a strong, sweet scent hit him, his body tensing and his cock twitching.

"Your Majesty?"

"Your scent, Harveste. It's changed." He murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes darkening as he turned, his gaze sweeping over the Omega's flushed, dewy skin and he moved towards the bed, pushing the covers aside revealing the Omega's flushed body, his thin nightdress clinging to him.

"Oh." Harveste gasped, his breath hitching and cheeks flaming as the Alpha moved closer, his hand reaching out and cupping his cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of his mouth and Harveste parted his lips, a soft moan escaping him as he shuddered, the Kings scent overwhelming him and his skin tingling.

"Mmmm you're in heat little Omega." Tom whispered, his lips curving into a smile, and Harveste whimpered as the Alpha leaned in, his breath warm on his cheek and he pressed a kiss to his skin, his tongue darting out and licking the soft, warm skin. "You're ripe and ready, your scent calling to me. Tell me, little Omega, is this your first heat?"

"I- yes." He whispered, his heart pounding and he shivered as the Alpha leaned in, his mouth pressing to his and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, the Kings lips warm and soft.

Harveste whimpered, his lips parting and a soft moan escaping him as Tom deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past his lips and curling around his, his hand sliding into his hair and cradling his head.

Harveste whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, and he kissed back eagerly, his fingers gripping the Alpha's shirt and pulling him closer, his scent surrounding him, warm and spicy, and his skin tingled and burned, his body aching.

"Your Majesty." He whispered, his voice soft and trembling.

"Do you want this, little Omega? I'll never let you go if you accept me." Tom murmured, his hands coming up to cradle his cheeks, his eyes intense and dark.

"Yes..." He breathed softly.

"Good." Tom smiled, his eyes darkening and he kissed him again, his lips claiming his, and he groaned, the sweet taste of the Omega's mouth driving him crazy. He pulled back, and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it aside, smirking at the flushed look on the Omegas face, his eyes wide and lips parted.

"Like what you see, Omega?" He murmured, his voice low and seductive, and he smiled when Harveste nodded, his hands coming up and tracing over his abs, his touch trembling and light, his breath hitching.

"Alpha..."

"That's right, little Omega. I'm your Alpha now and you're mine. You'll be my consort, my wife, and you'll give me more beautiful children. Would you like that, sweet Omega? To have my children?"

"Y-yes, Alpha. Please..." He whispered, his cheeks flushing and lips parting as the Kings hand cupped his face, his thumb tracing his lower lip.

"So perfect." Tom murmured, his breath ghosting across the Omegas skin and he smiled, his hands moving to the front of his nightdress and unlacing it, his eyes darkening as he revealed the Omega's flushed, damp skin and swollen breasts. "Such beautiful tits, I've been dying to suck on them since the first day I saw them. Will you let me, little Omega?"

"Yes, Alpha." He whispered, his eyes wide and his heart racing, his breath hitching as the Alpha leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking, and Harveste cried out, his head falling back and eyes closing.

"Mmmm." Tom moaned, his hands cupping and squeezing the Omegas breasts, his mouth suckling and teasing the rosy, pink buds, his lips curving into a smirk at the breathy, little whines escaping the Omega, his head thrown back and skin flushed.

He couldn't help but reach down and rub the Omega through the thin material of his nightdress, a groan escaping him as his hand grew damp, the wetness seeping through the fabric.

"Look at how wet you are, little Omega. You're dripping." He whispered, his fingers circling the Omega's clit, and he smirked at the desperate, needy moans and whimpers escaping the Omega, his eyes squeezing shut and chest heaving.

"Please... Alpha, please."

"Shh, little Omega. I've got you. I'm going to make you feel so good." Tom murmured, pulling back slightly and gripping the fabric of the Omega's nightdress and ripping it, the fabric tearing and exposing the Omegas naked flesh, his breasts and cunt on full display. "So pretty."

Harveste's cheeks flushed and he let out a soft, breathy moan, even as embarrassment filled him.

"No, no, don't be embarrassed, little Omega. You're so beautiful. Such a perfect Omega." Tom murmured, his lips trailing down the Omegas chest and over his belly, and he knelt, spreading the Omega's thighs and groaning at the sight of the slick, pink flesh, his scent overwhelming.

"So pretty. So fucking perfect."

Harveste whimpered and cried out as the Alpha buried his face in his cunt, his tongue lapping and tasting him, and he cried out, his hips arching as the Alpha thrust his tongue into him, his eyes fluttering and lips parting.

"Oh! Oh gods..."

"Mmmm, you taste so sweet, little Omega." Tom smirked and continued to lick and tease the Omega, his tongue swirling and dipping inside the wet, silky folds, and his cock twitched and strained against the front of his pants and he groaned.

He couldn't wait to fill the Omega, to bury his cock inside him, and mark him, claim him as his.

"Ah!" Harveste cried out, his hips jerking and toes curling, as his orgasm washed over him, the pleasure intense and overwhelming, as he panted and trembled, his heart racing and body shuddering.

"Fuck." Tom growled, his control wearing thin and he stood, his hands fumbling with his pants and he freed his cock, the thick, heavy flesh pulsing and aching, and he climbed onto the bed, his fingers sliding between the Omega's slick folds, teasing his opening and circling the sensitive, little nub, his cock leaking and twitching.

"Fuck." He groaned and pressed his cock against the Omega's opening, his gaze dark and intent, and he pressed in, the slick, wet flesh parting and stretching around him, as the broad head pushed into the tight, gripping heat.

His breath hitched in shock as the little Omega beneath him tightened around his cockhead like a vice, wailing as he came again, his walls spasming and clamping down.

"Fuck, you're tight." He grunted, his hips bucking and his cock pushing deeper, and he groaned as the Omega's cunt gripped him like a glove, his inner walls squeezing and fluttering.

"Ah! Oh gods... oh gods, it's so big, Alpha!" Harveste cried, his chest heaving and lashes fluttering in pain as the King broke his maidenhead, the blood and slick staining the sheets, and he whimpered, his legs trembling and heart pounding as the Alpha continued to push inside.

His cock filling him, and his belly clenched and twisted as he felt the bulge of the Alpha's cock pushing against his insides, his body stretching to accommodate the intrusion, and he couldn't help but reach down, his fingers tracing the bump in his lower belly, his eyes wide.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful, little Omega." Tom murmured, his cock pulsing and twitching as the Omega's cunt gripped him like a vice, the tight, wet heat squeezing and rippling around him, and he panted, his eyes dark and hungry.

He slowly rocked his hips, his cock driving in deeper, the Omega's slickness and natural lubricant easing his way, and his eyes shut as the pleasure swept over him, his cock throbbing and balls drawing up, the urge to knot and claim the little Omega overwhelming, his rut starting to kick in.

Harveste moaned and cried out, his hips rocking and his back arching as the Alpha fucked him, the thick, hard cock pushing in deep, the tip of it kissing his womb, and his toes curled and a strangled cry escaped him as the Alpha's fingers stroked his clit.

The pressure and friction sent him over the edge, his body shuddering and a gush of slick wetting the bed, and the Alpha growled, his hands gripping his hips and his movements growing more frantic, his cock pulsing and twitching inside him.

"That's right, little Omega. Come for me. Come for your Alpha." Tom growled, his hips bucking and he thrust deeper, his cock rubbing and massaging the little Omega's silky walls.

Harveste's eyes widened and a choked scream escaped him as he came again, the pleasure intense and overwhelming, and his inner walls rippled and convulsed around the Alpha's cock, squeezing and milking it.

Tom grunted, his eyes squeezing shut, and he came with a feral roar, his knot swelling and locking him in place, his seed spilling deep inside the Omega's womb, and his cock pulsed and twitched, the little Omega's cunt milking him and he panted, his eyes dark and intent as the Omega trembled and shook, his belly swelling slightly and the scent of milk and honey surrounding them.

"My Omega. My sweet little Omega." He whispered, his arms wrapping around him and pulling him close, and the Omega whimpered and nuzzled into his neck, his nose pressing to the bonding gland, and Tom shivered, his cock twitching inside the Omega, his knot keeping him locked in place.

"Rest, my little Omega. You're safe. I've got you."

Harveste nodded and closed his eyes, his mind and body exhausted, and he fell asleep, the Alphas arms wrapped tightly around him and the sweet, intoxicating scent of his scent gland filling his senses.

✤✤✤

He was floating, drifting in a sea of warmth and darkness, his body relaxed and peaceful, the heat and weight of the Alpha pressed against his back, his strong, calloused hands caressing his body, tracing over his skin and cupping his breasts, his thumbs flicking and pinching his nipples.

He moaned and arched into the touch, before everything that happened the night before came crashing back, and he shot up with a gasp, his heart pounding and eyes wide.

"Easy, easy, sweet Omega." Tom murmured, his arms coming up and holding the Omega gently, and he nuzzled into the curve of his neck, his teeth grazing over the bonding gland and he immediately felt the little Omega calm, his breathing slowing and body relaxing.

"Your Majesty?" Harveste murmured, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"It's okay, little Omega. You're alright."

Harveste nodded and turned his head, his lips parting and he moaned softly as the Alpha captured his mouth in a soft, gentle kiss, his hand tangling in his hair and he gasped as he was pushed down into the bed.

Toms lips moving down his throat, nipping and kissing, his tongue darting out and tracing the outline of the bonding gland, and he whimpered, his back arching and head falling back.

"Do you want this, sweet Omega? Do you want to be my consort? To be the mother of my children?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Please..." He whispered, his cheeks flaming and his eyes closing as the Alpha's teeth sank deeply into his bonding gland, claiming him, and he moaned, his body trembling and his inner walls clamping down around nothing as he came, his release soaking the sheets.

The King pulled back, his tongue licking at the blood on his lips, and he couldn't help but smile at the little Omega beneath him, his eyes wide and dazed, his cheeks flushed and skin glowing, and he groaned as his cock hardened even more at the sight. He roughly gripped the base of his cock and squeezed, trying to calm his rut.

"Are you alright, little Omega?"

Harveste blinked and nodded dazedly as he was gathered up into strong arms, his body limp and trembling, and placed in his lap, his head falling forward and nuzzling into the curve of the Alpha's neck, and he breathed deeply, his chest heaving as he followed that scent to his bonding gland, shyly nuzzling and licking the skin, his instincts screaming at him to claim the Alpha.

"Alpha." He whispered, his teeth grazing the gland, and the King hissed, his cock pulsing and pre-cum spilling from the slit, and he gripped the back of the little Omega's head and held him against his neck, his other hand reaching down and grasping his cock, guiding it towards the Omega's entrance, the slick, pink folds parting and gripping his length.

Harveste moaned and whined as the Alpha pushed into him, his body shuddering and toes curling at the sensation of being so full, his inner walls stretching and clamping around the thick, hard flesh as the Alpha continued to fill him, his cock pulsing and twitching.

He whimpered as the Alpha's fingers rubbed his clit, the pressure and friction sending him over the edge, his body spasming and a choked scream escaping him as he sank his teeth into the Alpha's bonding gland.

"Mine." The King growled, his hips rocking and fucking him, his movements slow and deep, his cock dragging over his slick, wet inner walls, and he groaned as the little Omega's cunt continued to grip and squeeze his length, the tight, silky heat squeezing and milking his length, his cock throbbing and swelling.

"Ah! Alpha, please... please, please, please." Harveste chanted, his body shuddering and shaking, his nails digging into the Alphas shoulders, and he cried out as the Alpha thrust deeper, his hips rocking and his pace increasing, his thrusts rough and brutal.

"I'm going to fill you, little Omega. I'm going to fill you up with my seed, and you'll carry my children." The King grunted, his hips thrusting harder, his cock driving in deep and rubbing over the Omega's cervix, and his lips curled into a smile as he felt the little Omega come again, his cunt squeezing and rippling around him, and he groaned and came, his release shooting into the little Omega's womb, his knot locking him in place.

"Fuck."

"Your Majesty..."

"Tom."

"What?"

"Call me Tom. No need to stand on ceremony, not after I've claimed you, and you've claimed me." He smirked and nipped the little Omega's earlobe, his hand stroking his belly, his smile widening as he felt the little swell of his stomach. "You're going to make the most beautiful mother, and we'll have a beautiful family."

Harveste smiled shyly and blushed, his heart racing and butterflies filling his stomach.

"We will."

"Rest, little Omega. We'll be tied for a while yet."

Harveste nodded and snuggled closer, his nose pressed to the King's neck, and he breathed deeply, his eyes closing and his heart settling.

He was mated and claimed by the Alpha he loved.

✤✤✤

Bellatrix glared out the window, her eyes narrowed and teeth bared, her nails digging into the stone windowsill.

'You'll regret this, Tom. Mark my words.'

She had been plotting and scheming ever since she had been exiled from the castle, and now, the day had come.

The carriage door opened and a coachman bowed, gesturing for her to step out.

"Come, my lady, your carriage awaits."

She stepped out and walked towards the carriage, the horses pawing at the ground and snorting, their breath misting in the early morning air.

"Thank you." She murmured, climbing into the carriage and closing the door.

The driver clicked his tongue and the horses whinnied, the carriage jerking and beginning to move, and Bellatrix sat back, her expression calm and collected.

Everything was going according to plan, and soon, she would have her revenge.

The King would be hers and she would get rid of that little Omega before Tom had the chance of claiming him.

"Mark my words, Tom, I will make you pay. I will make you regret ever sending me away."

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Harveste's heat ended just as quickly as it had begun, the Kings seed having taken root already, and Tom had been ridiculously smug and possessive.

Now he was leading him toward the council room to announce their mating and the impending birth of another heir, and Harveste was a nervous wreck, his heart racing and palms sweaty. He had gained the respect of the council but he was still scared they would see him as unworthy, a lowborn Omega with no experience.

"You have nothing to worry about, my little Omega." Tom murmured, his eyes dark and intent.

Harveste blushed and nodded, his lips curving into a small, shy smile, and he couldn't help but lean in closer, the Alpha's scent calming him, and he closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping him.

"There you are." Tom chuckled, and Harveste opened his eyes, his cheeks flaming as he saw the council members standing there, their expressions curious.

"Council Members, I have an announcement." Tom announced, his arm wrapping around Harveste's waist and pulling him close, his hand resting on his belly. "Last night, I claimed and mated this Omega. Harveste has proven to be a great asset to the kingdom and has shown a great amount of care and dedication to the wellbeing of my son, Prince Thomas. He is also carrying another heir and will become my Consort."

Silence rang throughout the room for a moment before the Council members began clapping, their faces filled with joy and excitement, and Harveste couldn't help but blush, his heart swelling and he bit his lip, trying to contain his smile.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you. You will treat Harveste as you would me, with respect and deference. He will be Queen once we are formally married and has already shown himself to be a caring and compassionate individual and has my full trust and respect. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good. Now, onto the business of the day." Tom smirked, his hand gently rubbing Harveste's belly as he guided him towards his seat, and Harveste sat, his eyes wide and heart racing as Tom summoned a servant to fetch Prince Thomas.

"Now, for the reason why I've called this meeting. Aside from the announcement I wish for the marriage ceremony to take place as soon as possible."

"Your Majesty, are you sure? There are a lot of preparations and details that must be worked out. A Royal wedding takes months of planning."

"I am aware, but I wish for the ceremony to be next week at the latest."

"Next week?!"

"Yes."

"Your Majesty-"

"No. Next week."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

"Thank you." Tom smiled and took a seat, his lips curving into a proud, happy smile. "Now, let's discuss the wedding arrangements. I have some ideas."

The door opened and the prince was carried in by the maid he'd been entrusted with for the morning, the baby dressed in a red velvet outfit and he looked adorable, and he squealed happily as he laid eyes on Harveste, wiggling and squirming, his little hands reaching for him.

"Oh, you little darling." Harveste laughed and took the baby from the maid, his eyes bright and happy as the baby snuggled close, his little hands clinging to him. "How are you, little one? Are you hungry?"

"Ahhhh!" The prince giggled, his lips parting and a happy burble escaping him.

"That sounds like a yes, my prince. Let's get you fed, shall we?" He smiled and cradled the baby in his arms, his finger gently wiping the drool from his lips, and he kissed the baby's cheek before opening his gown and feeding him, his eyes closing as the little ones mouth latched onto his nipple, his mouth suckling and swallowing greedily.

The council members easily ignored it, the sight and sound a common occurrence, and the meeting began, the details of the wedding being discussed.

A soft knock at the door interrupted them and the doors opened, the King's Captain of the guard striding inside.

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty, but I have urgent news."

"Well?"

"A messenger has just arrived from the Northern Palace."

Toms gaze sharpened and his lips pressed together.

"What did they want?"

"They said that Lady Bellatrix has escaped and has been spotted heading south. It's rumored she is making her way to the palace."

"Escaped?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. She received help from her family we believe. A carriage was seen leaving the northern palace the same time the Lady disappeared."

"What?! How did this happen?" Tom demanded, his eyes flashing.

"I'm not sure, Your Majesty."

"Send word to the King's Guard, I want every exit, road, and town checked and searched. I want her found and brought back, is that understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard bowed and strode out, his face set and jaw clenched.

"Tom..." Harveste murmured, his arms tightening around the baby, and Tom turned, his gaze softening as he saw the frightened look on his mate's face.

"Shh, it's alright, little Omega. No one is going to hurt you. I'll have my guards escort you and the prince to our chambers."

"But what about the council meeting?"

"It can wait. We'll continue tomorrow. This is more important." Tom murmured and kissed him softly, his eyes dark and intent, and he stood, gesturing for the servants to come forward.

"Take them to my chambers and have the maids bring food and drink. I want additional guards placed at the door."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Be careful, my little Omega." Tom murmured, kissing his forehead and Harveste nodded, his fingers clinging to his.

"Please, be safe."

"I will. I'll see you soon."

Harveste nodded, his gaze worried, and he let go, allowing the servants to escort him out of the council room, and Tom sighed, his shoulders tense and hands clenched into fists.

'Damn it, Bellatrix. You'll regret coming back.'

✤✤✤

The next week passed in a flurry of meetings, gown fittings, and wedding preparations.

Tom was tense and frustrated, his eyes dark and jaw clenched as he listened to the plans for the ceremony.

The King's Guard had been unsuccessful in finding Bellatrix and she had somehow managed to enter the city without being seen.

Tom sighed and ran his hand through his hair, his gaze moving to the window and the setting sun.

The ceremony was to take place the next day, and his nerves were frayed. He wanted nothing more than to spend the night with his little Omega, his sweet, precious mate, and hold him close, his hand resting on his soft belly where his child was growing.

He knew he would have to wait though. Tradition dictated that they not see each other before the ceremony, and the servants would be busy preparing Harveste for the Wedding.

He sighed and rubbed his face, his jaw clenched and teeth bared. He was angry and frustrated, and all he wanted was to hold his little mate in his arms and keep him and their child safe.

"Your Majesty."

"What is it?" He snapped, his eyes flashing, and he sighed when the guard flinched and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I apologize, I'm just stressed."

"Of course, Your Majesty. I have news."

"News?"

"We've received word from the King's Guard. They've captured Bellatrix."

"When? And how?!" He demanded, standing up and his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"About an hour ago, and it seems she was disguised as a man. They caught her trying to enter the palace."

"Where is she?"

"In the dungeons, Your Majesty."

"Good. Tell the guard not to let her out of their sight. I'll deal with her myself."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard bowed and left, and Tom took a deep breath, his body relaxing as a vicious smirk curved his lips.

'Bellatrix. You won't hurt my little Omega and you'll die for trying.'

✤✤✤

The day had finally arrived, and Harveste couldn't stop smiling.

His gown was stunning, made of white silk with flowing off the shoulder sleeves, the bodice embroidered with silver flowers and pearls. His hair was pinned up and curled, a delicate tiara placed on his head, and he couldn't help but smile as he looked at his reflection.

"You look beautiful, Your Highness." Lady Narcissa Malfoy complimented.

"Thank you." He murmured shyly, taking the bouquet of white roses from her, and she smiled, her hand coming up and squeezing his shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes. I am."

"Good. The king will be waiting."

Harveste nodded, his heart racing and butterflies filling his stomach, and he took a deep breath, following her out of the room and into the hall.

The castle was quiet, the servants and guests already been waiting in the royal gardens where the ceremony was taking place, and he couldn't help but smile as they walked, his eyes bright and excited.

"Are you ready?" Lady Narcissa asked softly, and he nodded, taking a deep breath and following her into the gardens.

His breath caught and eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The gardens were stunning, decorated with garlands of flowers and ribbons, petals floating in the air, the scent of roses and lilies surrounding him.

The crowd stood on either side of the aisle, their faces filled with joy, and a choir began singing, the music rising, and Harveste's gaze moved to the end of the aisle, his heart fluttering and breath hitching as he saw the King standing there, his face calm and eyes dark and intense.

"I-I..."

"Go. Your King awaits."

Harveste nodded and took a deep breath, his gaze moving back to the King and his heart stuttered as he carefully started walking down the aisle, his footsteps measured and slow, and he couldn't help but flush as people started to murmur and whisper, the words of awe and wonder filling his ears.

"So beautiful."

"How gorgeous!"

"My, look at the dress."

"What a sweet face."

"He'll make a beautiful Queen."

Harveste bit his lip and his cheeks flushing even more as he neared the end of the aisle, the King's eyes never leaving him, and he couldn't help but gasp as Tom stepped forward, his hand holding his, and he smiled, his eyes sparkling.

"You're so beautiful." Tom murmured, his thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he gently squeezed, his gaze softening. "I've been waiting for you, my love."

"So have I." Harveste whispered, his gaze moving to the priest and back to the King.

"Today we are gathered here to witness the marriage of His Majesty King Thomas Marvolo Riddle and his Omega Harveste Lilianna Potter."

Harveste tuned out the priest's words, his gaze focused on the King, and his heart fluttered as the priest finished the ceremony and declared them married, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss, and he couldn't help but melt against the King, his arms wrapping around him, and he sighed, his eyes closing as Tom pulled him closer, the scent of his Alpha enveloping him.

"I love you, little Omega." Tom murmured, his nose nuzzling his bonding gland, rumbling as the scent of milk and honey filled his senses.

"I love you too." Harveste smiled, his cheeks flushing and eyes shining.

"Come, my Queen, it's time to feast."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Tom smirked and led him back towards the castle, the cheers and claps of the guests surrounding them.

The ceremony was over, the bond complete and now the party could begin.

✤✤✤

Later, after the feast was over and the guests had retired for the night, Harveste found himself alone with the King in their bedchamber, his body trembling and cheeks flushed as his Alpha stripped him of his wedding gown.

"Beautiful. So, so beautiful." Tom murmured, his fingertips tracing over the swell of the Omega's breasts, his nipples swollen and rosy, and he groaned, his hands cupping and squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking and pinching the stiff, sensitive peaks.

"Ah! Oh Tom..." Harveste mewled, his head thrown back and chest heaving, his cheeks flushed and eyes closed.

"Look at you, my little Omega. So beautiful and ripe. Giving me such a wonderful gift." Tom murmured, his lips trailing down the Omega's chest, and he swirled his tongue around the swollen, pink nipple, his mouth sucking and lips smirking as sweet milk hit his tongue, and he groaned, his teeth grazing and gently biting the sensitive nub.

"Ah!"

"That's right, little one. Come for me." Tom murmured, his hand cupping the Omega's cunt, his fingers teasing and rubbing his clit, and the Omega cried out, his hips rocking and legs trembling, and Tom growled, his hands gripping the Omega's hips and lifting him up, his fingers teasing the wet, silky folds.

"Tom, please... Please, I need you, please."

"As you wish, little one." Tom murmured, his cock throbbing and pre-cum leaking from the slit, as he teasingly rubbed his cockhead between the slick, pink folds, and he groaned deeply, his hips thrusting and cock sinking into the Omega's wet heat, the tight, gripping flesh squeezing and rippling around him.

"Fuck, little one. You're so fucking tight." He growled, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs, and his cock pulsed and twitched inside him, and his eyes widened as the little Omega came, his walls clamping and rippling around him, a gush of slick soaking him, and he smirked, pulling out and slamming back in, his pace fast and hard, the sound of their coupling filling the room.

"Oh, gods... Ah! Oh, gods, please, Tom, please!" Harveste cried, his nails digging into the Alpha's shoulders, his head thrown back and his cheeks damp with tears.

"Shh, it's okay, little one. I've got you." Tom murmured, his hips continuing their pace, his cock pounding into the little Omega's tight cunt, the wet, gripping heat squeezing and rippling around him.

Harveste whimpered, his chest heaving and toes curling, and his inner walls clamped and fluttered, another orgasm washing over him, and he moaned and cried out as Tom fucked him through it, his cock pulsing and twitching inside him.

"Fuck. That's right, little one. Come for me." Tom growled, his grip on the Omega's hips tightening and his pace increasing, his cock plunging in deeper, his tip rubbing against the Omega's cervix, and Harveste cried out, his legs tightening around his waist and nails digging into his skin, the sensation sending him over the edge.

Tom growled, his knot swelling and catching, and he panted, teeth bared as the little Omega's cunt squeezed him tightly, and he grunted, his hips rocking and thrusting, his cock pulsing and twitching.

Harveste whined and squirmed, his body tensing and his eyes widening as he felt the Alpha's release coating his insides, the heat and wetness overwhelming, and he trembled and shook, his legs squeezing the Alpha's waist, his arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him close.

"That's it, little one. You did so well." Tom murmured, his hand stroking the Omega's hair, and he kissed him softly, his lips caressing and nipping, and he gently tugged on the Omega's bottom lip, his tongue slipping in and exploring.

Harveste moaned and his eyes closed, his body limp and exhausted, his mind foggy, and he couldn't help but whine softly as the Alpha pulled back, the kiss ending far too soon, and Tom chuckled, his arms wrapping around him, his nose nuzzling into the Omega's neck, breathing in the scent of milk and honey.

"Are you alright, little one?"

"Mmhmm." Harveste mumbled sleepily, his body relaxed and sated, his head falling to the side and baring his neck.

"That's my good little Omega. Sleep, little one, I'll take care of you." Tom whispered, his lips brushing against the bonding gland, and he closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping him as the Omega snuggled closer, his breathing evening out, his scent soothing and relaxing.

His little Omega was finally his, and the thought made his chest tighten, and a wave of protectiveness washed over him.

He would do everything he could to keep his little Omega and his son safe.

Nothing would harm his family.

"Sleep well, my sweet little one."

✤✤✤

Harveste took to pregnancy like a swan to water. His hair grew thicker and shinier, his skin glowing and his scent changing, the smell of milk and honey growing thick and rich.

It was intoxicating, and Tom found himself craving the little Omega's scent and touch, his cock always half-hard and ready to fuck and knot him. And his sweet little mate was just as insatiable.

"Ah! Oh, gods, Tom!" Harveste cried, his hips rocking and cunt dripping, the scent of milk and honey surrounding him.

"That's it, little one. Take me in." Tom murmured, his cock plunging into the Omega's tight heat, and he grunted, his grip on the Omega's hips tightening, his nails digging into his skin.

"More, please, Tom, more!" He mewled, pressing his hips back as he clutched at the stone pillar in front of him, his body arching and breasts swaying, the sound of his ass slapping against his Alpha's hips echoing through the hall.

Neither of them had been able to wait to reach their rooms, and Tom had pulled the little Omega into the first alcove he could find, his cock already hard and pulsing, and now he had him pinned against a pillar, dress rucked up over his hips and his cock driving in deep and hard.

"You're so wet, little one. I can feel your juices dripping down your thighs." Tom growled, his hands coming up and roughly grabbing the Omega's breasts, massaging them through his bodice, and Harveste whimpered and whined, his head falling back and hips rocking.

"More, please, more!"

"Beg for it, little one. Beg for my cock." Tom hissed, his hands sliding down and tenderly cradling his swollen belly, his palm rubbing the taut skin, and Harveste shuddered, his eyes closing and his breath hitching as the Alpha's hand dipped between his thighs and began rubbing his clit through the fabric of his gown, his movements rough and harsh, and he sobbed, his hips jerking and cunt clenching around the Alpha's length.

"Tom, please, please, I need more. Please, give me more. Please!" He begged, his cheeks flushed and lips parted, his eyes wide and pleading, and Tom smirked, his hand reaching up and wrapping around the Omega's throat, his grip gentle but firm, and he grunted, his hips snapping and pace increasing, his cock pounding into the tight, wet heat.

"Take it, little one. Take my cock."

Harveste whined and rocked his hips back, his inner walls squeezing and milking the Alpha's cock, and his body trembled, his thighs shaking and toes curling, his orgasm rushing over him, his release gushing and flooding out of him, dripping down his legs and puddling on the floor.

Tom groaned, his knot swelling and catching on the little Omega's entrance, and he panted, his eyes dark and intense as the little Omega continued to squeeze and ripple around him, his own release spilling deep into the Omega's womb, and he hissed, his teeth biting the Omega's shoulder.

"Fuck, little one." He grunted, his cock continuing to pulse and throb, his seed flooding the Omega's tight cunt, his hand rubbing his swollen stomach, and his lips curved into a proud, smug smirk as he felt his child kick, and he rumbled, his lips pressing kisses and nipping the little Omega's bonding gland.

"I love you." Harveste murmured dreamily, his voice soft and content, and he hummed, his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face.

"I love you too, my precious little one." Tom murmured, his tone loving and sincere, his gaze soft and tender as he carefully lowered them to the floor and arranging them so that the little Omega was sitting on his lap, his head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around him, his hands gently cradling the Omega's belly, his palms rubbing the stretched skin.

"Rest, little one."

"Mm..." Harveste mumbled, his nose nuzzling the Alpha's bonding gland, and he breathed deeply, his mind and body relaxing as his Alpha's scent enveloped him.

Tom smiled and hummed softly, his arms wrapping around the little Omega and holding him close, his head resting on top of the Omega's, and he closed his eyes, allowing the feeling of warmth and contentment wash over him.

His family was safe and healthy, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Text

Two months later on a dark, snowy night Harveste woke with a shriek of pain that had Tom jolting up ramrod straight, teeth bared and eyes flashing.

"Harveste?!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He gasped, clutching his swollen belly, his body trembling and sweat dripping down his forehead. "It's time, the baby is coming."

"Fetch the doctor and midwives!" He roared, the guards stationed outside the room rushing to obey, and he turned back to his little mate, his hands stroking his hair, and he kissed his forehead, his gaze concerned. "Shh, it's going to be alright. The midwives and doctors are on their way. You'll be alright."

Harveste nodded and whimpered, his eyes closing and breath hitching, another contraction causing him to cry out, and Tom held him, pulling him between his legs, his arms wrapping around him, his hands covering his on his belly.

"Breathe, little one, breathe." He murmured, his voice soft and calm, and Harveste nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his racing heart, mewling in pain as another contraction rippled across his belly as the doors flew open and the midwives rushed in, followed by the royal physician, the old man's eyes tired but alert, and he immediately ordered the servants to bring clean cloths and hot water.

"Your Majesty, please, I must examine the Queen."

Tom reluctantly released the little Omega, allowing the midwife to examine him, and he watched anxiously as the women helped his mate get comfortable, the doctor's expression calm and reassuring.

"Everything seems to be going well, Your Majesty. There's no sign of bleeding or complications. It shouldn't be long now as his contractions are coming quickly."

Tom nodded, his gaze moving to his little Omega, his expression worried and his jaw clenched.

"Harveste, are you okay?"

"It hurts, Tom." He whimpered.

"Shh, it's going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright."

"You're doing well, Your Highness. Just a bit longer." The midwife soothed, her hands rubbing the Omega's belly, and he gasped and whined, his hips jerking and teeth bared as a wave of pain crashed over him, and the woman smiled, her hands continuing to rub his belly.

"The babe is crowning, Your Majesty."

"Push, Your Highness, push!"

Harveste cried out, tears pouring down his cheeks, and he panted, his body tensing and straining as he pushed, his hands gripping the bedsheets, and Tom sat behind him, his arms wrapping around him and holding him, his chin resting on his shoulder, his hands covering his.

"It's alright, little one. You can do it."

"It hurts, Tom."

"I know, love. I know."

"Push, Your Highness! That's it, keep pushing!"

Harveste gritted his teeth and pushed, a scream of pain escaping him as he bore down, his muscles tensing and back arching, his nails digging into the sheets, and he panted, his body shaking and covered in sweat.

"I can see the head! Keep going, Your Highness!"

Harveste nodded, his eyes widening and he sobbed, his legs spreading wider instinctively, his head falling back against Tom's shoulder, his nails ripping the sheets.

"That's it, little one, push, you're doing so well." Tom encouraged, his hands rubbing and squeezing his, his lips brushing against his temple.

"Your Highness, push!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Harveste screamed, his muscles tensing and back arching, and the midwife smiled, her hands cradling the baby's head as she slowly guided it out.

"The head is out! Now the shoulders."

Harveste whined and panted, his muscles trembling and tears streaming down his cheeks, and Tom held him, his arms wrapping around him, and he whispered words of praise and encouragement.

"It's okay, little one. You can do it. Just a little longer, and the baby will be here."

"That's it, Your Highness, keep going!"

Harveste cried out and sobbed, his body shaking and he bore down, his hips pushing down and forward, and he gasped, a soft wail escaping him as he felt the baby slip out, and he collapsed back against the pillows, his eyes closing and chest heaving as the lusty cries of his child filled the air.

"Well done, Your Highness. You have a beautiful baby girl."

"A... A girl?" Harveste asked weakly, his voice raspy and his breathing ragged.

"Yes, a beautiful baby girl."

"May I...?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Here, Your Highness, your daughter."

Tom smiled and carefully took the newborn from the midwife, his arms wrapping around the wriggling bundle and he chuckled, his lips curving into a warm smile, and he kissed the baby's forehead, his eyes softening and the baby yawned, her hands coming up and clutching his finger.

"She's perfect."

"Mm." Harveste agreed, his eyelids fluttering open and he looked down at his daughter, his heart swelling and eyes shining, and he smiled, his gaze soft and full of love before gasping as pain rippled across his stomach, his head falling back against the pillow, his breathing labored and teeth gritted.

"What's going on?!" Tom demanded, his gaze worried, his hand cupping the baby's head, the other cradling her body, and the doctor frowned, his gaze sharp and concerned before they widened in amazement.

"Your Highness, you're not finished yet. You have another child."

"W-what?"

"You're having twins, Your Highness. It's rare, but not impossible."

"Tom!"

"I'm here, little one. You can do this." He soothed, gently handing his daughter to a waiting midwife, and he held his little Omega's hand, his touch comforting and soothing.

Harveste took a deep breath, his eyes closing and his muscles tensing, his nails digging into Tom's hand, and he groaned, his body shaking as he pushed, the pain and pressure increasing, and he cried out, his vision blurring as the midwife's words floated in his ears.

"I can see the head! Push, Your Highness, push!"

Harveste gritted his teeth, his body trembling and he panted, his body exhausted, and Tom kissed his temple, his arm wrapping around him, his hand cradling his, his grip firm and strong.

"Come on, little one. You can do this. Just a little bit longer."

Harveste sobbed and nodded, his legs spreading and he bore down, a cry of pain escaping him, his nails digging into the mattress, and he pushed, his eyes squeezing shut and back arching, his teeth bared.

"The head is out! Keep going, Your Highness, the shoulders are next!"

Harveste took a deep breath, his legs widening and back arching, and he cried out, his eyes closing as he bore down, his muscles tensing and the midwife smiled, her hands gently easing the baby's shoulders out, her lips curving into a wide, joyful grin.

"Well done, Your Highness, it's a boy!"

Harveste panted, his body sagging back against the pillows and Tom smiled, his arm wrapping around his shoulders and holding him, his lips pressing against his temple, and Harveste smiled weakly, his gaze softening and a tired, content smile on his lips.

"My Queen, look at what you have done. Our son is perfect."

Harveste nodded, his heart swelling, arms shaking as he reached for the newborn, his fingers caressing and his gaze soft and loving, and he sighed, a tear trickling down his cheek.

"Our children are beautiful."

"As is their mother." Tom murmured, his nose nuzzling the bonding gland, and he purred, his fingers stroking the newborn's head, and Harveste hummed, his eyes closing, exhaustion overcoming him.

"Sleep, little one. You deserve it."

"Thank you, Tom."

"For what, love?"

"For giving me a family."

Tom chuckled and shook his head, his lips brushing the little Omega's cheek.

"Thank you, little one. Thank you for being mine."

✤✤✤

Later that night after the midwives and doctors had left and Harveste was deep in a medicated sleep to help the healing process, Tom carefully wrapped his children in thick fur blankets and summoned his most trusted guard, Thoedred Knott and his wife, Lady Azmaria Knott.

"You wanted to see us, Your Majesty?"

"Yes. We will be taking care of the former queen now." He murmured, gently stroking over his children's heads.

"You want her executed."

"Yes. She'll die slowly. I allowed her to live long enough simply so she would suffer by hearing of my marriage and the birth of my children."

"I understand, Your Majesty." He nodded. "She deserves nothing less for how she'd made you suffer."

Tom hummed and nodded, his eyes softening as his son yawned, and he kissed the baby's forehead, his hand cupping the back of his head, his thumb gently rubbing his cheek before bestowing the same affection to his daughter.

"Come. Azmaria I summoned you as well to hold my children and protect them in case Bellatrix attacks. If she does, do not hesitate. Kill her."

"As you wish, Your Majesty." She said and she gently took the newborns, following her husband and the King as they travelled through the castle and down to the dungeons.

The former queen's eyes widened when she saw the King, her hands gripping the bars as a deranged smile split her lips.

"T-tom, my love! You've finally come to rescue me!"

Tom snorted, his gaze cold and detached as he regarded her.

"Bellatrix, did you really think I'd come down here to free you? You're not leaving this place alive."

"Wh-what? No, no, Tom, please, don't do this! Please, let me go! I love you!" She pleaded, her voice rising, and Tom laughed, his gaze dark and cruel.

"Even if you love me, I most certainly do not love you. I am only here to make sure you suffer before you're executed."

"No! No! Don't kill me, please! Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed, her hands reaching through the bars and clawing at the King's clothes desperately, and he snarled, his hands grasping her wrists and squeezing until she shrieked in pain.

"Do not touch me. I do not belong to you." He hissed and turned, his gaze dark and malicious, as he gestured for Lady Knott to come forward, the babies asleep and wrapped securely in their blankets.

"My sweet little Omega blessed me with not one but two children from our very first coupling." He crooned, his fingers gently brushing the babies foreheads.

"No..." She breathed, her eyes wide and lips parted, and Tom smirked, his hand cradling his daughter's head, his thumb stroking her soft skin.

"Yes. And he did something else. He made me love him. Something you never achieved." He purred and turned, his gaze dark and cold. "Azmaria."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Take them back to my chambers. Guard them well."

"Yes, Your Majesty." She bowed, her husband stepping forward, his expression stern as he snapped his fingers to summon guards and ordered them to escort the Lady and the babes to the King's chambers.

"And now, Bellatrix, it's time for you to finally die."

"No! No, please, don't! Please!"

"You'll suffer the same death you intended for my little Omega. Guards!"

"No!"

"Hold her."

"No, please! Please, no! Let me go! Stop!"

Tom smirked and grabbed the red-hot pokers he'd ordered prepared discreetly when his sweet mate went into labor, the tips glowing white hot, and he chuckled as she shrieked and tried to pull away, the guards grip on her wrists tightening, and he smiled, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing.

"Scream, my dear. Scream. You won't be heard."

He plunged the tip of the poker into her breast, her screams echoing through the dungeon, the sickening stench of burning flesh filling the air, and Tom laughed, his eyes cold and merciless.

"Die, Bellatrix. Die for all the suffering you have caused, I hope you burn in the deepest depths of hell."

"Ah! Ahhhhhh! Please! Please, stop! Please! Ahhhhh!" She wailed and screamed, her eyes rolling and tongue hanging out of her mouth, her skin charred and blackened, the stench of burnt flesh making him grimace and turn away, the sound of her dying cries filling his ears.

"What would you like us to do with her body, Your Majesty?"

"Throw it in the sea." He murmured and left the dungeons, his thoughts filled with his little mate and his children.

'Bellatrix is finally gone. I can finally have peace.'

✤✤✤

Four days later Harveste was well enough to get up and out of bed and he cooed and cuddled his babies, little Thomas included, his eyes soft and gaze adoring.

"Oh, my darling ones. How lucky I am to have you." He murmured, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at his Alpha.

"Are you feeling well, little one?"

"Mmhmm. Just a bit sore." He hummed, nuzzling their children's cheeks. "Oh, they're so precious."

"Just like their mother."

Harveste blushed and smiled shyly, his gaze dropping and he sighed softly, his heart swelling with love.

"I'm the luckiest person alive."

Tom smiled and hummed, sliding into bed behind him and wrapping his arms around him, as he pressed a kiss to the Omega's neck, his nose nuzzling the bonding gland.

"Not as lucky as I am. You gave me everything I wanted. Love. A family."

"I love you, Tom."

"And I love you, my little Omega."

Harveste smiled and turned his head, his lips pressing against his Alpha's and he sighed happily, his eyes closing as Tom deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around him, and he relaxed, his heart full and content.

"What should we name them?" He murmured against his Omegas plush lips.

"I was thinking James after my father..." He said shyly.

"A fine name. And for our daughter?"

"Rose."

Tom smiled and kissed his little Omega's cheek.

"Perfect."

Harveste blushed and giggled, his eyes soft and lips curving into a happy smile, his gaze moving to his sleeping children, and his heart swelled, his chest tightening.

"I love them so much."

"As do I, little one." Tom murmured and held him closer, his nose nuzzling the back of his neck.

"Sleep, little one. I'm here. I'll always be here."

Harveste sighed and closed his eyes, his body relaxing and drifting off to sleep, and Tom smiled, his arms wrapping around him, as his lips brushed his neck, and he breathed in the Omega's scent, his heart warm and content.

His little Omega was finally his, and their lives were finally at peace.

"Good night, little one."

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The years passed and his sweet little Omega continued to bless him with children.

The people sand his praises that his womb must be blessed by the gods as he never birthed anything less than twins.

And Tom couldn't help but agree, his chest swelling with pride and joy every time he held his sons and daughters in his arms.

Little Thomas grew into a strong, handsome Alpha, his features identical to his own at nineteen. He knew intellectually that his birth mother was the former queen but he refused to claim any true connection to the woman. He called Harveste 'mama' just like his siblings and loved him more than anything.

James, his eldest son with Harveste was the splitting image of his beloved mother. He too, had grown into a strong, handsome Alpha and Rose was a beautiful, graceful, Omega, the apple of her father's eye, her eyes sparkling with mischief and her laughter contagious.

The triplets, Poppy, Lily and Iris, had also taken after their mother in looks. Their features soft and sweet, but with his chocolate-colored locks. They were all Omegas, their personalities gentle, smiles bright and warm.

Their next set of twins, William and Charles, were Alphas, their features strong and their eyes sharp. They were more reserved and quieter, but their love for their family was unwavering.

Their last set of twins, Hadrian and Theodore, were also Omegas. Their faces angelic and soft, their laughter tinkling and sweet. They had inherited their mother's beauty and gentleness, and their father's sharp wit.

Harveste, his beloved little Omega, continued to grow more beautiful, his face youthful and skin smooth and clear. His body had grown even more curvaceous, his hips and breasts rounder, his belly soft and full of new life, as he was currently carrying another set of twins and all of their children fussed over him endlessly, the Alphas especially.

He was the perfect Queen, his people loved and adored him, and the Kingdom prospered, the people happier and more content, and it was all thanks to his precious little Omega who always knew just how to make him happy.

Tom smiled and hummed, his lips pressing kisses to the Omega's neck, and he rumbled, his eyes dark and intense as he breathed in his sweet milk and honey scent.

"I love you, little one."

"As I love you, my King."

Tom chuckled and nipped the Omega's neck, his fingers stroking and pinching his stiff, rosy peaks, and his little Omega mewled, his hips arching and pushing back against him.

"Tom, please... I need you..."

"Hush, my sweet little one. I'll take care of you."

And he did.

Again and again.

Just like he would forever.

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