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Princess Ryu Rumi did not want to be married.

That wasn't the entire truth. She wanted to be married, she just wished it was of her own choosing. Instead, she found herself in her chambers watching her entire life be packed away by servants and handmaidens. Tomorrow they would set off on their journey to the mountain region, a far cry from the calm, forested kingdom she called home. There she would meet her betrothed for the first time.

Kang Mira; The Feral Prince.

They had met once in passing many years ago, before either had presented. It was at the gathering of the nine kingdoms, hosted in the central kingdom of Aleera. She remembered seeing the Kang child held tight to their family's side. She was quiet, polite, by all means the perfect child.

Rumi vaguely remembered seeing another with them at the time—a boy a few years her senior. He must have been a visiting relative because she couldn't remember seeing him much since that night. Come to think of it, the Kang family had returned for several years, all without their daughter in tow.

She must have presented as Alpha within that time and the sudden change made her into this 'feral' being. It was a bit early for a child to present, but it was the most reasonable explanation. She assumed it was for the safety of the other patrons and for their reputation. Bringing an unstable child to a large gathering like that would have proven disastrous on many accounts.

But that child had since grown up and the behavior only worsened. Word had spread of the Kang heir being a troublesome character. They said that she was brash and rude, speaking her mind at the detriment of others. She growled and bared her teeth if you so much as looked at her wrong. They say that she was leashed and muzzled to prevent another… incident.

No one had divulged her of what exactly happened, but it was enough to take such drastic measures. To be restrained like that meant that one was a true danger. The only thing saving her from exile or execution was the namesake she bore.

Now she was set to marry this Feral Prince a week after her arrival to their mountainous home. What did she do to deserve such a fate? To be forced to bond and mate with such a creature was a fate worse than death itself. It was not her choice. It never was. The only thing she still controlled was how she held herself. She would not allow herself to submit so easily.

She needed to be strong. She would not let herself be pushed down and used just like the many Omegas before her. She would be married, but there would be no love behind it. To her, it was purely transactional. Unite the two kingdoms for their safety and prosperity. No more. No less.

She watched as the servants finished packing her belongings into trunks and haul them to the carriage that would be waiting for her before the sun rose again. She was leaving her home, at least for a time. She would carry the will of her people on her shoulders and her mother's legacy in her heart. That was her duty.

Rumi stepped across her chambers in a few long strides, pulling up to the mannequin at the far window near her dressing area. Atop its head did her crown rest. The bands of silver and carefully inlaid gems of red shown faintly in the dwindling light of the evening. That was the source of her strength. So long as she wore that crown, she was hers and hers alone.

Her fingers traced the central jewel, feeling its precise cuts. It was the same crown her mother wore and now it would be the one she was married in. A tear fled from the corner of her eye and raced down her cheek. She brushed it away with her palm. It was as if her innocence and freedom were leaving her one tear at a time. From that moment forward, she would not cry for herself. She would not be seen as weak.

She moved to her bed and nestled herself beneath the fine linens and soft furs. Slowly, she began to relax. Her scent, previously restrained, now flowed freely through the room. As the last lights of day were pulled away, she fell into a deep slumber.

The carriage moved with quiet efficiency. Rumi watched from the small curtained window at the door as the lush forests of her homeland slowly began to dissipate. They gave way to the rolling plains and farm fields that stretched along the eastern border of her lands. They would be leaving their borders soon.

She sat quietly on her bench, listening to the clopping of the horses and the drag of the wheel against the path. Across from her sat her trusted guard and personal escort. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, sword resting across his lap. His eyes were closed but she knew that he was paying attention the entire time.

He was to ensure that she was delivered to Lesuth unharmed. There she would be turned over to the protection of their guard and he would return home with the rest of the royal escort. She would never find the words to thank him for the service he had provided her all those years.

They would soon cross the narrow stretch of her neighbor's borders before entering the mountainous kingdom that would become her new home. It would be a few days yet until they would reach the castle nestled high in the northern valley. She had a few more days to prepare herself for the rest of her life.

As they traveled, the air grew colder. It was the beginning of autumn and the chill was settling in. It felt close to the winters of her home, where she would bundle herself next to the fire late in the evening. It was only bound to get colder from here, especially as they ascended upward into the mountains. Perhaps she would freeze and be freed from this path she did not want to take.

Her eyes watched the environment change. Jagged stones slowly rose from the ground. Trees of pine and fir stood tall against the gray sky. It felt so similar yet so different. It was colder, rougher, laid in a wash of deep tones that sucked away the lively colors. There in the distance, carved into the cliff side, was the castle of solid stone. Her new home.

The carriage weaved up the narrow pathways, slowly climbing the great height to the town that encircled the castle. They pushed past the gate and Rumi was met with the eyes of hundreds of civilians watching as she entered.

She peeked from the door window. The stone streets were lined with the people of Lesuth, each dressed in plain tunics of worn leather and wool. They were a simple people at a glance, but they were some of the strongest that graced the nine kingdoms. They endure the harsh winters with its bitter cold and heavy snowfall. They hunt and gather for their stores rather than farm and cultivate.

Rumi felt so out of place among them. Would they accept her as one of their own or will she be forever known as an outsider?

They eased up to the large oak doors of the castle, coming to a stop before its front steps. The driver came around to the door, pulled it open, and extended a hand to assist Rumi. She stepped out, boots clocking against the cobbled stone drive. Leather clad royal guards immediately moved to flank her.

She looked up to the front of the castle. The banners of a dark blue-gray and yellow whipped in the chilling wind. She took in a deep breath and proceeded forward with her escort in tow.

They ascended the stairs and entered through the large front doors. The interior was all slate and granite walls. Banners hung from the rafters, torchlight tickling their edges. The history of the Kang family was laid out in large tapestries just outside the grand hall. It was the only sign that anyone had truly lived here.

The doors to the grand hall were pulled open by two guards dressed in gray and yellow. With it, she heard her arrival formally announced by the vizier. She straightened her posture and prepared herself for their first official meeting.

The first thing she noticed when she stepped through the threshold was the smell. Powerful Alpha scents radiated through the room. It made her Omega quiver. It was a heady mix that would make any weak willed Omega faint. She was not one of them.

She forced herself to be strong and hold herself high. She walked with a smooth confidence along the central runner. Her gaze found rest at the far end of the room. Sitting upon a dark cast metal throne was Kang Tae-in, King of Lesuth.

His eyes were sharp as the obsidian blades of his Kings Guard. Dark hair was held neat and tight beneath a crown of iron and topaz. He sat with immaculate posture, back straighter than an arrow, arms perched at his side. He watched her approach with a face of solid granite. He bore no expression but his gaze was cold, calculating, like he was waiting for any sign of a slip up.

Rumi's eyes trailed to the King's left. There she was struck a pair of frozen blue eyes. Could she see straight through her? See all her faults and fears as if she were an open book? It sent a shiver down her spine.

Prince Kang Mira stood before her with complete military attention, sporting an elegant dress uniform of steely blues and a yellow sash. Her arms were neatly tucked behind her back. A dark leather muzzle was clasped tight over her mouth, obscuring the full view of her face. The rumors had been true.

As she came closer, Rumi picked up on her scent more clearly. Hearty black cedar was trailed with the faint sweetness of juniper berries. Her scent flared higher, more pungent than what would be normal. It was guarded. Threatening. A warning to back away before things got too hostile.

"Princess Rumi," Tae-in spoke. His voice was powerful, echoing off the walls and into her ears. "It is a great honor to welcome you to our lands. I trust your travels were smooth?"

Rumi bowed before the dais. She kept her voice as calm and poised as she could. "Thank you, your Highness. I am grateful to be welcomed into your kingdom. Our travels were most… uneventful."

"I am pleased to hear it. We would not wish for anything to have befallen you on your journey. I fear the nine kingdoms would not handle such a tragedy. I assure you that you are most safe within our walls." He lifted his hand and motioned to his left. "I would like to formally introduce you to my eldest daughter, Mira. You may have met in passing many moons ago."

Rumi nodded, sparing a glance to her right. The Prince's gaze had never shifted. Those icy blue eyes stared directly into her. She was locked on to Rumi like a predator to weakened prey. "I do believe we had been introduced at one time at the gathering of the kingdoms. Of course, we were both children then. Much has changed since those days."

She could feel a bead of sweat trail down the back of her neck. Her betrothed Alpha wouldn't remove her eyes. It was an unsettling feeling, being under a constant watch by someone with such a… reputation. She could feel her confidence begin to waver. The aggressive scent was filling her nostrils and causing her Omega to beg for submission.

Rumi had to fight back the feeling. Her knees shook lightly under her skirt. She would not be made a fool within the first minutes of standing before the court. She turned her body slightly towards the Alpha Prince and bowed.

"It is an honor to finally meet you."

The Prince did not speak. She only bowed her head in response.

King Tae-in jumped in. "There is much planning that needs to be done before the royal wedding in seven moons time. We have arranged some activities for you two to participate in to strengthen the bond between our kingdoms. I shall have our stewards escort you to your quarters. We shall meet again for the evening meal." His lips curled into a slight smile. "I look forward to getting to know you more and more, Princess."

Rumi performed a deep bow. "Likewise, your Highness."

A pair of stewards rushed from the edges of the room, gently grasping Rumi by the shoulders. They turned to exit the hall. Rumi snuck a glance over her shoulder. The King had stood from his throne and had moved to the Prince, ushering them both out of the hall. A hand came to rest firmly on her back.

As she exited the room and the doors closed, she swore she saw the woman flinch at the contact.

The guest chambers were simple and neat. A bed lie against the left wall at the center, coated in a heavy wool spread and large fur blankets. A small hearth was at the far wall. A stack of firewood was prepared next to it. A steward would likely come and light it when she would be at dinner that evening.

Rumi walked the space, pausing at the small window opposite the bed. She peered out the thick glass, taking in the view of the town below. People were bustling in the streets, going about their normal days. They would likely be more busy than ever with the royal wedding mere days away.

She rested on the edge of the bed. Her belongings had been brought to the room and would be moved to the royal chambers the day following the wedding. She opened one chest that rested at the foot of the bed. It was filled with garments of fine silks and cotton. They were the little pieces of home she brought with her. She could still smell the fresh summer air when she brought a piece to her nose.

They would do no good for her in the coming months. Her wardrobe would be swapped for heavy wool and leather to fight against the bitter cold. She sighed, slipping the soft fabrics through her fingers.

A knock came to her door a moment later.

"You may enter," she called.

A young stewardess quietly came through the door, shutting it behind her. She took a step inward and bowed. "My lady, I am here to prepare you for the evening's meal. The King and Queen await your arrival within the hour."

Rumi felt the tension rise in her shoulders, locking them tight. "Of course. Please." She motioned the woman to begin the process. Slowly she was stripped of her gown and dressed in one of thicker linen. The collar was adorned with a line of fine fox fur.

She glanced at herself in a mirror when her hair was finished. She looked like a completely different person. Gone was the spry Princess from Delmaar with a bright smile and glowing eyes. In the mirror she only saw the Princess Consort. A woman who would face the world with a face of fine marble, whose confidence did not waver even the slightest. This was the moment she became someone else.

The stewards escorted her to the dining room. It was a sizable space with large cathedral vaulted ceilings and lit with shining chandeliers of fine silver. She took her spot near the head of the table, just a seat removed from the end. The King would sit at the head, the Queen at his left, and the Prince at the right, next to her.

She watched as the other high officials and officers entered and took their place at the table. They all stood at the entrance of the King and Queen, bowing with respect and recognition. The two took their seats and the servants came around with that evening's meal; hearty brown bread, roasted carrots and potatoes, and a thick cut slab of seared venison.

Rumi glanced at her meal. It was… different. It was fitting of the harsh growing environment that the kingdom took hold upon. She much preferred something lighter like rabbit or a game bird. It was something she would have to get used to eating often.

When everyone was served, the King took the first bite, signaling that everyone else could begin their feast. Rumi moved to take a bite when she realized the chair beside her was empty. The Prince had yet to arrive for dinner. How strange?

She leaned forward slightly in her chair, making eye contact with the Queen. "Your Grace, I do not mean to intrude but I am wondering the whereabouts of Prince Mira? Is she not going to be joining us this evening?"

The Queen dabbed her mouth with a cloth. "She has other business to attend to this night. Her meal will be delivered later when those duties have been completed."

Rumi nodded, accepting the answer but still a bit weary of the fact that her betrothed was not present. They wanted them to get to know each other more and sharing a meal was an opportune time for casual conversation. But she had other things to deal with. Rumi didn't think much more of it, content to continue picking at her first full meal in her new home.

When the meal was finished, she was escorted back to her room. The stewards informed her that she would be meeting the Prince in the morning for an outing. They would take a ride along the countryside on horseback. It was an intimate affair but her nerves were quelled with the mention of a guard escort that would be with them. She was not ready to be with the Prince alone.

The fire in her chambers had been lit to warm the space and had faded into embers. She changed into a sleeping gown and curled under the heavy covers. The scents around her were new and strange. It took forever for her body to relax enough to be pulled under. This new place was terrifying, but she would not let it best her.

That morning, she was awakened by a sharp rasping at her door. Her eyes blinked open. Her body was warm and rested. Sleeping under the heavy covers was surprisingly comforting. It was like she was being wrapped in a familiar warmth, coddled like a pup with her mother. That all disappeared when she was forced to face the day ahead.

Rumi was dressed in riding appropriate clothing and escorted to the royal stables. There she was introduced to the calm mare that would be hers that morning.

She lifted herself onto the saddle and guided the horse along the path. Her back straightened involuntarily when she spotted the Prince waiting for her. She was dressed in a dark wool riding coat with a high collar. Her hair was tied into a tight bun and she wore a different muzzle than before. This one was of strung wire that allowed for speech to be heard easier as well as exposed the full face.

Those same frozen eyes stared deep into her causing her to shudder. She felt her stomach twist into a tight knot as she pulled up next to her. She glanced over her shoulder, spotting the small pack of guards on horseback ready to join them on their excursion.

"Shall we be off?"

Rumi flinched at the voice. It was quite low and grainy, far from what she expected. She turned her head to meet the eyes of the Prince, holding her gaze for a moment before nodding.

They headed off along a trail, moving at a soft trot. The group of guards kept their distance, allowing them a small bit of privacy. They rode in silence through the winding paths up the subtle slope of the hills.

The air between them was charged. Not with that of a hopeful romantic energy but with one of frayed nerves and cold feet. It was like neither of them really wanted to be there at that moment. Eventually the Prince broke the silence, speaking quietly.

"I hope your stay has been… satisfactory."

Rumi kept her eyes forward. She knew that there was something about looking into those eyes that would cause her to make a fool of herself, that she would spill every secret she ever kept. "The hospitality of you and your people is most appreciated." Her voice was quick, clipped, devoid of emotion. It was strictly business.

"If anything can be done to improve the quality of your stay, please do not hesitate to ask. I do not want my future wife to be uncomfortable."

Rumi's breath hitched. That term—wife—had yet to be used in reference to herself. It was a stunning term, usually spoken with endearment. She tried to brush it off as just being formal, but there was something about the way it was said that almost sounded genuine.

No. The Prince was cold and calculated. This was merely a tactic to get her to play with her Omega and make her lower her guard. She would not be fooled so easily. She straightened her posture on the horse. Dignified, in control.

"Your offer is much appreciated. I shall keep that in mind for the future," she responded. She kept her voice cold. She did not want to give any inclination that she was influenced by the kind gesture.

She gave a side eye glance over to the adjacent rider. The Prince was facing straight forward towards the trail. Her eyes dropped slightly towards the ground. Rumi could see the tightness in her jaw. She was likely clenching her teeth together. It was probably frustration that her tactics had no influence on her. She smirked to herself. She was winning.

They rode for a few minutes more before the Prince spoke again.

"Did you ride much in your homeland? You are a natural." Her voice was quieter than before, more timid. It sounded similar to a child speaking to an authority figure.

"Many times. We would ride in the open pastures at the outskirts of our territory. It is freeing riding those plains at high speeds. Far from these narrow, constricting paths."

There was a beat of silence between them, charged with an energy neither could properly name.

"Sometimes," the Prince started, "I wonder how it would feel being so free…" Her voice trailed off. She cleared her throat. "My apologies, Princess Rumi. I did not mean to get off track."

Free. That emphasis. Rumi knew what it had felt like to be free. Riding without a care, moving to the beat of your own drum. It was the life she had to leave for this one. Now she was trapped, and for the first time maybe she wasn't entirely alone in those thoughts.

They pulled to a vantage point on the cliff side, rearing their horses to a stand still. The view overlooked the entirety of the southern valley of Lesuth. For miles you could see the groves of hearty conifers and jagged hills. A few small villages dotted the expanse. This was to be her kingdom within a few days time.

"Sometimes I like to come up here to gaze into the horizon. It… reminds me of the bigger picture—that I exist for more than just myself." The Prince spoke clear and collected, but there was a hint of a deeper emotion woven between her words.

"It's… beautiful from up here." Rumi spared a glance to her side, catching a pair of blue eyes for the briefest moment.

"There is beauty in every part of this world. You just have to change your perspective to see it."

Rumi turned her head fully to face her counterpart. Their eyes locked together and held. The sharp features of the Prince's face appeared to soften, relax. She felt something pang softly in her chest. The other woman blinked rapidly a few times before darting her gaze.

"We should return to the castle," the Prince spoke a little too quickly. She pulled on the reins, steering her horse back towards the path.

Rumi looked back out to the shining wilderness that stretched to the horizon. "Perspective…" she mumbled before turning and following.

They rode back to the stables in complete silence. They parted ways with a polite bow. Rumi was escorted to her chambers to be cleaned up for dinner.

As she was being bathed, her mind kept wandering back to the moment at the overlook. There was something different about the way she had looked at her. There was a crack in that armor, a weakness showing through. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was all a ruse she couldn't shake the feeling that had burrowed itself inside of her. There was a genuine gentleness that was being held within and it terrified her.

It terrified her that she was seeing something that she wasn't supposed to.

Still, she had to remain vigilant. She was the only ally she had in these foreign lands. Not but a few days ago did she leave her home. She would not allow herself to crumble easily from just a simple few words. She was a strong and powerful Omega and she was going to continue to hold herself to that mantle.

She was brought to dinner and once more, the Prince was not present at the table. 'Other matters to attend to' they said. The absence only further validated her concerns. They were only in proximity with each other when they were told. It made the entire arrangement feel transactional. There was no sign of it being anything otherwise.

And so she would hold herself to that standard. She would be strong in her presence. What happened today—what she had felt was a complete fluke. It was just her inner Omega talking, not her. There were more outings scheduled for the next couple days. She would not allow herself to fall victim to her biology. She was more than her designation.

The next afternoon, they met for tea. It was a quiet, intimate space with the two of them and a single guard at the door to the parlor. They sat opposite each other and attempted to make some conversation.

They spoke of politics, trade, and the like. Rumi was very clipped in her responses. She held her straightened posture through the entire interaction. This was her holding her ground. She was stronger than her biology and she was determined to prove it.

The Prince did not prod for more information than what was given. Her questions slowly faded from deep inquiries to just surface level. She was pulling back her efforts, yielding to the stone facade at her opposite. Rumi was winning.

Their next outing was a walk through the castle gardens, alone. There were no guards around to watch them. It was meant to be a moment of private intimacy. A place for them to converse without the prying eyes.

They walked side by side down the stone pathway. They were much closer to each other than they had been before. Close enough for them to easily pick up on each other's scent. There would be no hiding at a distance.

Rumi took note of the native flowers and shrubbery. They were arranged in a tight pattern beside the walk. She reached with her right hand and let her fingertips dance along the fringes of a large coniferous hedge. It looked prickly and rough but was softer to the touch. It was enough of a surprise for her to let out a weak gasp.

"Is something the matter?" the Prince asked beside her.

Her hand shot back to her side, clenched tight into a fist. She shook her head. "No. No, I was just admiring the cut of the shrubbery. They are very well maintained."

"Yes, the groundskeepers do excellent work. They take great pride in what they do."

Rumi kept her head trained forward. She pondered for a moment before taking a small leap of faith. "Is there a particular flower you find to be your favorite?"

It was a simple question really, but Rumi was using it to test the waters. Would she answer in earnest or would it be one that was clearly well thought out ahead of time to impress her?

She seemed to have been taken aback by the question. Her scent peaked just the tiniest bit, in time with a stutter of her step. There was a heavy pause.

"The edelweiss," she spoke softly.

Rumi's interest peaked. It was an answer she did not expect, not like the easy answer such as a rose or tulip. Her head cocked to the side. "Hmm? Is there a particular reason?"

"They are native to our region, particularly in the mountains. They grow in such harsh conditions and yet they turn out so delicate and beautiful. It is like our people." They paused along the walk and Rumi watched as the Prince took a flower between their fingers. "They are short lived in their blooms, but they are strong nonetheless."

Rumi watched, really watched. She could see the soft adoration in the Prince's face as she ran her thumb over the petals. It was such a simple flower and yet, it seemed to mean so much more to her.

The Prince turned slightly towards her, eyes dancing with interest. "Do you have a favorite as well?"

Rumi averted her gaze, staring slightly down to the cobblestone path. Her eyebrows knitted together as she let out a small sigh. "Salvia. Blue specifically. They were my mother's favorite. They would grow in our plains and I would sit for hours watching the hummingbirds fly around them." She toyed with her fingers as she spoke. She knew the Alpha would pick up on her nervous scent immediately. She didn't bother to hide it.

"My apologies for your loss," the Prince spoke quietly.

She shook her head. "There is no need. It was years ago. I have long since accepted my grief."

"Are they your favorite because you see it as a reminder of her?"

Rumi's head jerked upward. She turned her gaze to her counter. Her heart rate picked up, her scent spilling out around them, filling the air with tension.

The Prince reeled back, tucking her head into her shoulder. "My apologies. It was an overstep. It will not happen again."

She did not like speaking about her mother, that much she has made clear. Her hidden boundary had been pushed and the Alpha sounded remorseful, cowering before her. It was the most unusual behavior. It didn't feel right for an Omega to have the upper hand like this.

Rumi moved to reach her hand out but pulled it back, clasping her fingers together tightly, knuckles paling. Her instincts told her to comfort, to soothe, but she refused to let her biology define her. This was not someone whom she deemed worthy of her care. At least not yet. They had only barely spoken with each other the past few days. They were still complete strangers.

The Prince resumed their walk through the garden. She kept her hands held firmly behind her back, eyes forward. They only stood an arms length from each other but it felt like a mile.

So much was expected of them in so little time. How were they supposed to become a union and lead together if they were unable to be in each other's presence for more than a few minutes?

They finished their walk in a charged silence. They refused to look at each other as the exited the gardens and returned to the castle proper. The Prince gave her a bow as goodbye and parted ways to complete whatever duty they had that evening. It likely meant that she would not be present for dinner once more.

Rumi was escorted to her quarters by her personally assigned steward. There she was left to her own devices for the remaining few hours before she would report to the dining hall.

Boredom took a hold. Was she really expected to just sit around in her guest chambers waiting for someone to collect her for another pointless outing? She was sure she would wither away where she stood if she didn't find something to do.

An idea came to her. She remembered seeing something that looked like a library when she was escorted back from the gardens. Maybe she could slip away to indulge herself in what knowledge this castle had to offer. These would be her lands in the coming days, she should know more about them to not appear foolish in court. She refused to be seen as a laughing stock by the lower nobility.

She pulled on a pair of wool slippers and ducked out of her room into the hall. The sun had set shortly after their return leaving the castle in a cold, gray gloom. There were lit sconces lining the walls, providing a small halo of warm light.

She padded down the hall. The cold of the stone leaked through her slippers sending a chill down her spine. If this was how the castle was in the early days of autumn, winter was sure to freeze her solid.

She wandered down the empty halls, trying to retrace her steps to where she spotted the library. This place was a stone labyrinth and she was completely lost within the walls.

She turned a corner to a more narrow passage and spotted a sliver of firelight spilling against the dark stone. As she approached, a pair of voices became audible from inside the chamber. She leaned into the wall and lurched forward cautiously until the conversation became clear.

"I am trying my best. She's made it clear that she sees this as purely a political marriage." The voice was so quiet, so small.

They were talking about her—her marriage. She leaned in closer now just outside the door. The second voice was rougher, loud, laced with a burning resentment.

"Your best is not good enough. Do you know how hard it was to convince the Delmaar crown to agree to this union? The dowry I've had to promise to ensure that this family has an heir? I swear by the nine kingdoms, if you ruin this one as well I will—"

"Appa, it was not my fault!"

A loud crack echoed through the room and into the hall. A powerful wave of Alpha scent washed over her. It was all smoke and sulfur. Her hand pressed over her mouth to quiet her gasp. Her knees buckled, causing her to lean against the wall for support to not completely fall to the ground. Her ears rang as the space plunged into a charged silence.

"You will address me as 'your Highness'. Do you understand, whelp?"

There was a small whimper in response. "Yes… your Highness."

"Then you understand that this is your last chance." There was a brief silence. "Now get out of my sight."

Rumi's eyes shot wide. They couldn't know that she had heard them. She began to slide backward down the hall, but froze when the beam of light widened. The door opened and out stepped the Prince, her head tilted to the floor. She turned to exit the hall and froze after a few steps, now seeing Rumi there staring back at her.

For a moment time stopped. Their eyes met and held. Rumi could see the pain in those pale blue eyes. Her gaze shot to the small line of blood dripping from her nose. She had been struck, physically punished.

The Prince pressed her lips into a tight line. She averted her gaze, hung her head in shame, and slowly walked past her. Her scent was repressed, weak and lifeless. Rumi watched her exit the corridor and slip out of sight. She stood there for a minute longer, processing what she had just witnessed. She saw the alpha in a moment of great weakness. There was no retaliation. No defense. There was only shame and suffering.

She did not care for the library anymore. Her mind was focused elsewhere. A rustling came from the study. Rumi quickly shot to attention and bolted down the hall. She would not be caught eavesdropping.

She pulled into her chamber, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. Her heart raced impossibly fast in her chest. She could not believe what she heard—what she saw. There had been another betrothal—one that soured and had been called off for one reason or another. Their upcoming marriage was her last chance.

Then the King had struck her, his own child. There wasn't so much as a whimper or whine. She just took it. She accepted the punishment then and there like it was nothing. There was no fight, no retaliation.

But there was a deep shame in her face and eyes when she spotted her in the hall. It was something she was not supposed to see. All the shame was directed towards her as if her, an Omega, seeing the Alpha in such a state was the real punishment.

She had to hide that she saw or heard anything. She would have to deny it wholly when asked. It was for her safety. If the King found out that she heard, that she had blackmail on him that could be sold to the other courts…

She didn't dare think of the consequences. She could already feel her scent flaring with panic. Anyone who would walk by her quarters would surely smell it. It could raise alarm and bring more attention to herself than she dared.

She pushed herself off the door and across the room. Her body draped against the mantle of the hearth. What did this mean for the Prince? There was no fight in those eyes. It seemed like this was a regular occurrence. How long had this been going on? How long had she endured that type of pain and suffering?

She jumped from her position when there was a rasp at her door. Her spine shot ramrod straight and she smoothed out the creases of her dress. "You may enter."

Her steward pushed the door open, bowing before her. "My Lady, I am here to prepare you for this evening's meal."

She gave a stiff nod in return. "Yes, of course."

She was dressed in a wool gown, hair brushed and freshly braided after their excursion in the garden had mussed her previous. The table filled as usual and the Prince was nowhere to be found.

Her mind was stuck on what she had seen not long ago. She cut her answers to questions shorter than normal, keeping to herself unless asked. When concern was raised she simply stated that she was exhausted from their outing and needed some rest.

It was a half truth. She was exhausted in a mental sense. Her mind was processing so much at once, it was causing a pain to emerge from behind her eyes. She politely excused herself, taking care to ask her steward for an apothecary remedy for her aching head.

Rumi retreated to her quarters, falling onto the bed with a heavy sigh. She didn't know what to think anymore. The wedding was in only a couple days. She shouldn't be having these conflicting thoughts now.

Everything she thought she knew was being challenged. Was any of it a performance? Who really was the Prince—Prince Mira? She was different from what the stories and rumors had spoken of. There was no baring of teeth, no intimidation tactics, none of it. She could only see someone who was shy, timid, scared.

Would they ever be able to look each other in the eye after what had transpired that night? Would they speak about it in earnest behind closed doors when they were bound together? She did not know, and that terrified her more than any of those nasty rumors and tales.

There was no one she could trust to confide in. Even when her delegation arrived for the ceremony, she would not be able to bring any of her thoughts to light. Her ruminations would eat her alive until they found themselves alone for the first time.

She stared at the ceiling, tracing the individual grain patterns of each wooden beam in an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and felt the castle breathe around her until sleep finally came.

Today was the day.

The day that she would find herself on that stone dais pledging her love and loyalty to someone she hardly knew.

They day that two kingdoms would unite as one.

The day that she would be expected to submit.

She was stationed in a different room to be dressed and readied for the ceremony. Her delegation arrived the day prior, bringing with it several familiar faces which gave her a quiet comfort. Most were posted in the grand hall awaiting the ceremony. With her in the room were a few handmaidens and her aunt, noble Duchess Celine.

She had been delighted to be reunited with her family on this special day. They were the parts of home that were allowed to leave those borders. She would not have wanted anyone else to be there for her on the day she was to be married.

She stood in the center of the room on a small platform. The handmaidens were attending to her dress, finalizing the little flourishes and filigree that wrapped the gown. Her hands were clasped together and held over her chest. She breathed deeply with her eyes gently pressed shut.

She felt the rustling below cease, the long skirt falling slack against the floor. A hand deftly rested on the exposed skin on the back of her shoulder. She opened her eyes to the sound of her aunt's voice.

"You look beautiful," she said softly just behind her ear. Celine turned her to face a large mirror against the wall.

Rumi took in the sight of herself. She was dressed in a gown of stunning, stark white. Ribbons of lace and jewels wrapped the bust line, around her waist, and at the bottom of the skirt. She looked every bit the part of a bride to be.

"Thank you," she mumbled. Her fingers played in front of her, a clear sign of nervous energy if her scent had not already given it away.

Celine guided her to an upholstered stool where she carefully sat. "Let's get your hair taken care of."

Her experienced hands fanned the long purple strands across Rumi's back. She began the process of winding a portion of the hair into a braid, wrapping it around the crown of her head and pinning it in place. The remainder of her hair flowed freely down her back in a long sheet.

"There," Celine said. Her hands were laid on her bare shoulders.

Rumi glanced at herself once more. She looked like the idealized version of herself, all dolled up and proper. It felt like a facade. Outside she was a radiant princess ready to take that next step for her kingdom. Inside she was a little girl afraid of leaving her home and family behind.

"Celine," she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm… I'm not sure if I can do this."

Celine moved to her front to face her in earnest. "Rumi?"

She sniffled. "I don't want to go. I'm not ready. It's all too much too fast. I have no idea what I am going to do. I will be made a mockery by these people." She hung her head towards the floor. Her hands lay tightly in her lap.

A hand snuck under her chin and brought her gaze back up. "Oh Rumi." Her aunt knelt down in front of her, cupping her cheeks. "I know this is a lot. I know it is terrifying. I watched your mother go through the same when she married. She was shaking so much that the dress nearly started falling apart."

Rumi let out a weak chuckle, humor breaking through her sadness just a little.

"But she persevered. She did what she needed to do and she did it with endless grace because she was strong and didn't let anything get to her. I know it is tough to give yourself like this especially so soon. You have that same fight in you. That same passion and drive. I know you do. You're a fighter. You have been for your entire life. I expect you to keep fighting for what you stand for."

She pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Rumi felt a warmth spread over her, the tension leaving her muscles and joints.

"You will do wonderful things. That much I know because you are your mother's daughter. You are a Ryu and Ryus never back down."

Rumi felt a tear slide free down her cheek. Celine quickly swiped it away with her thumb.

"I miss her," Rumi said between sobs.

Celine pressed their foreheads together. "I miss her too. I know she would be proud of you at this moment. Her little girl is all grown up."

Rumi threw her arms around her aunt's shoulders, pressing her cheek into her neck. "I'm so glad you are here with me today."

A pair of hands ran down her back in a soothing pattern. "I wouldn't miss this day for the world."

A knock came to their door. "My Lady. It is time," a voice sounded from behind the barrier.

They stood up slowly, fingers threaded together in a light hold.

"We must go. I will be by your side the entire walk." Celine brushed a loose strand of hair from Rumi's face, tucking it behind her ear.

Rumi nodded, pressing her lips tightly together and taking in a deep breath. This was it. There was no turning back once she stepped foot out that door. The whole world would be watching. She threaded her arm through Celine's as they stepped beyond the threshold of the dressing room.

They walked the hall down the plush and delicately embroidered runner. The walls were lined with soldiers in dress uniforms standing at perfect attention. Rumi kept her back tight and straight, her gaze locked forward as they moved. They stopped in front of the heavy oak doors of the grand hall. She took one last deep breath before the King's guard pulled them open.

They stepped in together. Rows upon rows of benches were filled with delegates and nobles of every house and kingdom. They all stood and gave their full attention to the pair as they walked down the long aisle.

At the very end, just before the dais, stood Prince Mira dressed in an immaculate uniform of shining white and silver. There was no muzzle, collar or the like in place. She was standing bare before the world, waiting for the Princess to join her.

The pair stopped just before the final steps. Celine unthreaded their arms and pressed her lips to Rumi's temple. She urged her forward, moving to take her place amongst the populace.

Rumi stepped to her designated position, hands clasped in front of her. The officiant, the Grand Inquisitor, was stationed before them. A massive cloak of furs was draped over his shoulders. He stood with authority. The congregation quieted, becoming seated before he spoke.

"We are gathered here this day to witness the union of two kingdoms. Two houses. Two souls." His voice boomed through the chamber, commanding the ear of all who were present.

"These two individuals shall be made a union with a bond by the grace of the stars above and the earth beneath our feet." He leaned forward towards the pair. "You may kneel," he muttered softly.

The Prince and Princess dropped to their knees before the dais, their heads holding straight forward. The officiant turned to Prince Mira, stating to repeat after him.

"I, Prince Mira of house Kang, crown heir to the kingdom of Lesuth, do solemnly swear my allegiance and undying loyalty to Princess Rumi of house Ryu. I swear to love and protect our bond, our pack, and our people. To remain vigilant and be the grounding stone in times of turmoil. Long may we prosper."

He turned next to Rumi, asking her to repeat after him as well.

"I, Princess Rumi of house Ryu, consort of the kingdom of Delmaar, do solemnly swear my allegiance and undying loyalty to Prince Mira of house Kang. I swear to love and cherish our bond, our pack, and our people. To be the shining light in the dark and comfort when all seems lost. Long may we prosper."

The man faced the gathered crowd momentarily before turning to a wooden box resting behind him. He opened the lid and with it, produced two thick bands of shining gold.

"I ask that the two please rise and present their forth their left wrist."

They slowly rose from their knees. Rumi held her bare arm out before her. Prince Mira pressed up her sleeve to reveal the patch of skin. They were turned to face each other.

"The Prince and Princess shall confirm their bond with a mark to the wrist. That bond shall be protected by these blessed golden bracelets. Their bond shall hold strong and true as the metal that they wear."

Rumi presented her arm first. The Alpha gently took her hand and brought her mouth to the scent gland of her wrist. She could feel the nerves in the small space between them, the Alpha's scent souring just a touch.

She watched as the two fangs prodded the skin. A heavy, warm breath rushed over her before the teeth sunk into the gland. Rumi felt a rush of energy rip up her arm and down her spine causing her to shiver. A small bead of blood trailed out and fell to the floor. The Alpha pulled back, still holding her hand as instructed.

Rumi was then presented with her wrist. She swallowed heavily and leaned towards the outstretched arm. Her fangs, much smaller but still as sharp, teased the raised patch of skin. She bit back her fear and plunged her teeth into the gland.

As her teeth sunk down, she felt a warmth bloom in her chest. There was a new energy between them. They were now connected, bonded as a pack forever more. They could now feel each other more clearly. Their scents began to mix and mingle with each other. The grounding black cedar and calming jasmine were laced with the sweet freshness of grapefruit and juniper berries.

The scent was entirely unique. It was theirs.

She pulled her mouth away, licking the stray blood from her lips. They held each other's marked arm. The officiant clasped the golden bands around the fresh bites, sealing them forever.

Their eyes met for the first time as a pack. There was something unspoken between them, a mutual understanding of what was to come next. Prince Mira leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. It was a comforting gesture. She must have picked up on Rumi's unease through their new bond.

They turned to face the congregation, arms interlocked. Rumi met the eyes of her aunt. She saw tears streaming down her face. Celine gave her a smile and a nod. Her pride radiated in a warm glow that gave her a quiet reassurance.

Together they stepped from the dais and walked the aisle. Everyone stood and turned to watch them make their exit. This was the beginning of the rest of their lives. Together.

The door pushed open to the royal bedchambers. The room was large with countless adornments and decor. A large bed covered in a mountain of the finest furs rested at the command position. A sturdy hearth lay at its opposite with a few master crafted chairs within a stride length distance. A long chaise was against the wall beneath a window and flanked by two heavy bookshelves.

It was a room fit for royalty. A room for them.

When the door swung shut with a heavy thunk, the pair unraveled their arms from each other and separated across the room. Rumi hesitated for a moment before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She knew what was next for them. They were expected to mate this night, something she had been deeply afraid of since she first heard word of their arrangement.

Her legs pressed firmly together, her shoulder wound taut with unease. How was she expected to lay with someone she barely knew? It didn't sound right—didn't feel right. It was their courtly and biological duty to do as such, but still it felt so wrong.

She could feel her inner Omega shaking. This was the first time they had been truly alone in private. The Alpha's scent was stronger in the confined space where it had nowhere else to dissipate. It filled her senses with its sudden sharpness.

It filled her body with a deep sense of anxiety. She couldn't get a clear read through their bond. Prince Mira was guarded, fully in defense mode. Her walls had rose higher than when they first met. Her instinct wanted nothing more than to soothe and provide comfort. The scent that wafted over her made her consider otherwise.

"They expect us to mate," Prince Mira finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Her voice was low, bordering on a growl.

Rumi's body seized up. She knew of their obligations as newlyweds, but hearing it said aloud made it more real than ever. She kept her eyes trained on her lap. Her ears were ringing. She was tipping towards complete panic. Then she spoke again.

"I will not lay with you." Rumi's head shot up. She turned to face the other woman in the room. Her back was turned. "I… it makes you uncomfortable. I understand that their expectations are… a lot. I will not give you anything that you truly do not want."

Rumi was taken aback. She was not going to mate with her. On the surface she was thankful for the respect that was shown to her, but the refusal hit her somewhere deep. A bonded Alpha refusing to mate with their Omega was the ultimate rejection. Strong thoughts of inferiority creeped into the forefront of her mind. Was she not seen as desirable enough?

She shook those thoughts away. She was being respectful of her space and feelings, treating her as an equal. She almost didn't believe it.

"Thank you," she spoke quietly. She could see the Alpha's ears perk up at the sound of her voice.

She glanced over her shoulder towards her, making the briefest amount of eye contact. "The court may have their expectations, but you deserve to have a say in it as well." She moved to the foot of the bed where a change of clothes was waiting, snagging the sleep shirt and returning to the opposite end of the room. She kept her back turned and began to change.

Rumi watched as she unfastened and shrugged off her uniform jacket. She heard the unfastening of a belt and quickly darted her eyes away, feeling heat spread over her cheekbones. She reached for her own sleeping attire and began the process of removing her dress.

The sound of metal hitting the floor caused her to flinch. She kept her eyes trained at the floor, fingers fumbling with the buttons and lacing. She undid the bodice of her dress, allowing herself to slip out of the garment. She turned and reached for her sleepwear. It took great willpower not to pull her gaze up as her hand found the wool.

Her eyes flicked for just a moment. Her breath caught in her throat.

Prince Mira's bare form was before her. She immediately locked onto the expanse of her back. It was muscled, toned, and covered in scars. Dozens of long silvered lines streaked across the skin. They wrapped the entirety of her back, crossing over each other in jagged patterns. Some looked long healed and faded. Others were still pink. A sign of recently healed wounds.

The tapestry of pain and suffering was quickly obscured by a dark linen sleeping shirt. While they were gone from her view, the image burned itself into her mind.

What caused them? Who was responsible? How long had it been?

She turned away before she could be caught staring. She pulled the nightgown over her head, threading her arms into the sleeves. When she was dressed, she returned to her seated position at the edge of the bed.

She could hear footsteps approaching her. A pair of bare feet entered her periphery. She lifted her head, meeting a strong gaze of icy blue. A shiver ran down her spine. With the Alpha so close, her Omega was begging to submit. She held herself strong as the Alpha crouched down in front of her.

"Would you allow me to scent you and give you a temporary mark?" She asked quietly.

Rumi's throat bobbed as she swallowed heavily. "What for?"

"The people, they talk. If you do not wear my scent or bare a mark, they will see you as a lesser. That you are refusing this marriage—refusing them. I will not mark you permanently. You are not wanting that now, if ever. It will just be enough to turn away the prying eye."

It was the truth. Rumi hadn't wanted to be marked like that. She wanted it to be her choice if it ever were to happen. But without a mark, she would be all but exiled from the kingdom. The people would refuse her. They would not be able to trust her. A temporary mark will do for now.

She swallowed her pride and nodded. "Yes, you may."

A nod was returned in confirmation. Rumi sat up straight and bared her throat. She kept her gaze to the side, not wanting to make the process too intimate.

Prince Mira brought her hand up to her neck, hovering over the raised flesh of her scent gland. Her fingertips pressed softly against her skin, so warm in comparison to herself. Slowly she brushed her wrist against her neck, rubbing in her scent. The act of scenting is meant to be emotional, loving. This was entirely clinical, detached. It was a necessary action to protect her image and reputation.

She felt the arm pull away from her neck. She looked to her periphery and watched the woman bring her face in close. She tensed when she felt a warm breath tickle her skin. Her scent gland was bared fully to the Alpha. This was only meant to be temporary, she told herself. They would not be tied as mates following this night.

Yet something burned in her chest. Maybe it was the sinking feeling of rejection from the Alpha she was tied to as a pack. Was she being rejected as a mate or was it the Alpha rejecting herself? Every bit of language spoken gave light to the notion that she saw herself as unworthy of being a mate.

Rumi felt two pointed fangs press into the skin of her neck, at the center of her scent gland. Her breath hitched as the teeth rolled in a tiny circle, enough pressure to irritate but not break the skin. A pair of lips closed over her mark, sucking gently to pull blood to the area. Her heart raced as time seemed to grind to a halt.

Her inner Omega was preening and screaming out to her for more. It wanted to be marked, to be claimed wholly. It wanted nothing more than to grab the Alpha by the back of her head and plunge those fangs deep into her gland. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She was not yet ready to be mated. She resisted every urge that burst through her until the Alpha pulled away.

Her hand shot to her neck, feeling the swollen patch of skin. There were two dimples where the fangs had rested. If she had looked in a mirror, she would surely see a deep red, almost purple mark. It would be enough for now.

Prince Mira sat back on her heels. She wasn't making eye contact. "That should keep them from talking at least for a little while. We can refresh the mark for public appearances."

Rumi nodded in understanding, watching her rise to her feet. "That sounds… practical."

"I suppose you should know of the… other expectations that have been set for us." She took a deep breath, angling her body away. "They want an appearance tomorrow. A small tour through the kingdom. It would be good to show us off to the people, give them reassurance in their future."

"I understand. I will do my best to perform as expected of me."

"And also…" She paused, appearing hesitant in her next words. "They will be wanting pups by the following spring."

Rumi's breath caught. Her eyes shot wide. She should not be as surprised at this as she was. Growing their pack was a basic obligation of such a marriage.

"We will be given tonics each morning in an effort to… synchronize our cycles. For what is a kingdom without an heir…"

Rumi remembered similar words being spoken a few nights before. The King had made a point in this marriage being the path to producing an heir to the throne. Her scent soured at the thought, no doubt being picked up by the Alpha. She felt as though she was only seen for her designation—an object necessary only to continue a bloodline.

"I know it is a huge ask. You are not alone in baring the weight of their expectations. They expect far more of me." She sighed heavily and turned her head to look over her shoulder. "I will not force it upon you. I will take any punishment that befalls you."

Rumi turned herself on the bed to face her. "You do not need to do that." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She radiated with guilt. How could she sit here and let her be a sacrifice—to bear the weight of expectations and suffer its consequences alone?

Prince Mira turned her head away, hanging it towards the floor. "Because of me you are stuck in this mess. Stuck in a marriage that was never of your choosing. It was of my own doing so I shall take all of the pain."

"Mi—" She reached out a hand but quickly pulled it back when she felt the Alpha's scent rise in intensity. It was warding her off, telling her to stay back.

"I will take all of the scrutiny, the punishment. I will not allow you to take any responsibility for my sins." Her shoulders held tightly together, almost trembling as she spoke.

The silence between them was filled with an unseen string of tension. Rumi's eyes were locked into Prince Mira's back. They were mere steps away from each other but the distance felt cavernous. They were married, made a pack, but they were still complete strangers to one another at the end of the day.

"We should rest," Prince Mira spoke quietly. She retreated across the room to the chaise.

"You are not coming to bed?" Rumi asked, turning herself to be fully seated across the mattress.

"No. You deserve your space. I will be fine elsewhere." She sat on the lounge and pulled a heavy wool blanket over herself. She kept her back turned to the rest of the room, not even wanting to even show her face or lay eyes upon the Omega as she rested.

Rumi sat on top of the bed for a moment more, watching her pack separate herself. The fire in the hearth waned, falling to just a low glow of embers. A shiver shot down her spine. She curled under the thick furs, seeking their warmth.

Her eyes caught a peek of the Alpha's back, exposed from the collar of her sleep shirt sagging. She traced the glimpses of scarred flesh. She was beaten for reasons she did not yet know, but the pain radiated in every action she took. She was hiding herself, making herself appear small.

Her Omega wanted nothing more than to rush across the room to comfort and soothe the pained Alpha. Rumi fought it back as much as she did not want to. Instead she watched the Alpha's steady breathing, matching the cadence herself. A small puff of calming pheromones pushed out as a small gesture of kindness.

With the fire dwindling, Rumi curled into herself and willed herself to sleep.

The morning came with a sudden rustle. Rumi groaned, eyes fluttering open. The room was still well dark, pale streaks of the early morning light flooded through the thick glass windows. Her eyes adjusted, locking onto the already dressed Prince Mira across the room. Her sudden wake alerted her, drawing her gaze to the bed.

"My apologies. I did not mean to wake you."

Rumi rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her palm as she sat up. "It is no matter." She noticed she was dressed in thick riding pants. "When must we leave?"

"The expectation was to begin at sunrise. I must meet with his Highness prior to our departure. Please forgive me for having to leave so suddenly. I'll send for the stewards to ready you and we shall reconvene at the stables."

Rumi watched her reach into a drawer and pull out a thick leather muzzle. She fastened the strap around her neck with an unnervingly practiced ease. The mask was positioned over her mouth with one hand while the other pulled the straps tight to the back of her head.

"Must you?" Rumi questioned.

Her fingers froze mid buckle. "Yes," she said quietly. "It is for the benefit of everyone. Keeps their minds at ease." She finished with the second strap and adjusted it briefly. She freed the strands of hair that were trapped beneath the strip of leather, gathering the locks and tying them together with a band low on her neck.

She quietly excused herself, closing the door behind her and leaving Rumi alone in the chamber. Shortly after, two stewards entered the space.

"My Lady, we are to prepare you for the day."

Rumi nodded and removed herself from the covers. "Of course." She glanced at the chaise on the opposite end of the room. The wool blanket was neatly folded. It looked as though it hadn't been touched. Another measure to keep up their facade.

She was promptly bathed and dressed in her appropriate riding gear. Her eyes kept locking onto the mark at her neck in the mirror. Did it look convincing especially up close? From a distance there was no doubt, but did the stewards see the falsity behind it? Would they spread rumors about her?

She followed them down the winding halls and to the stables. She was met with the same horse that she rode on a previous outing. The small beat of familiarity warmed her. She was in the beginning stages of acclimating to this new place. Maybe one day she could truly call it a home.

Prince Mira arrived shortly after, climbing up onto her horse without a word. They were escorted out by a stable hand. A small squadron of Kings Guard were waiting for them at the castle gate. They would serve as escorts during their tour.

The captain led the march on foot, horses following behind at a steady walk. The parade began at the castle gates, moving to the central square. People gathered in the streets to watch the pair as they moved through on horseback.

Rumi caught the eyes of several patrons. They looked at her with an intensity she had never witnessed before. They were judging her every move, testing to see if she was worthy to serve as their leadership. She swallowed heavily and straightened her posture.

Prince Mira beside her appeared to be calm and composed. Her head was trained forward. Every so often her eyes would flick over to check in, sensing either something from within their bond or picking up a subtle change in her scent. She did little to address her people, choosing to remain intentionally stoic.

Rumi tried to mimic her posture but she couldn't help but feel all the eyes drilling into her. She was the center of attention, the outsider, the one seeking their approval. Her hands gripped the leather of the reins a little tighter.

As they marched on, she could feel tension growing around her. Whispers were exchanged between the small crowds. She tried to tune them out, focusing her mind forward. She couldn't help but snap her attention back when she heard a commotion to her left.

A man had pushed himself through the crowd and now stood in front of her horse. "Pretender! You are not worthy of the crown!" he yelled. The Kings Guard snatched the man and held him in a tight restraint. The sudden intrusion caused her horse to rear back, nearly knocking her off the saddle. As the front hooves hit the cobblestone, she was moving at high speed down the road.

The horse had bolted from the scene. She moved into a panic, yanking at the reins to get it to stop. They were moving down the street at a rapid pace, scattering the crowd into side streets and buildings. She could already hear the laughter and scrutiny flying her way. Some princess she was, unable to control a horse.

She shortened her grip on the reins and squeezed her legs tight. She pulled back as if her life depended on it. The horse slowed and skidded to stop. She was about to let out a sigh of relief when the horse reared back and sent her flying to the ground, landing on her back and punching the air from her lungs.

A small swarm of people gathered around her. She could hardly hear their words with how her brain and vision swirled. They suddenly scattered as a shadow appeared over her. Prince Mira had all but leapt off her horse and dropped immediately to her side.

"Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" she huffed between heavy breaths. She helped her into a seated position, taking care to support her head in case she had hit it when she fell.

"I'm… I'm okay. Just startled." She took in a few deep breaths to calm the adrenaline. Her hand found the arm of the Alpha, holding on for a grounding presence. The crowd started to return around them.

An arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her into the Alpha's chest. A wave of protective pheromones spilled out into the crowd. She felt a rumble against her ear, a deep warding growl. The crowd was pushed back by the sudden possessiveness. Rumi leaned into the embrace, feeling safety in her arms.

When they had ample space, Prince Mira pulled them to their feet, still holding onto her tightly. A guard raced up to them.

"My liege, that man has been reprimanded and will pay for his crimes." His eyes moved to Rumi. "My lady are you alright?" He reached out to her but was met with a snap of jaws and a snarl.

"You will not touch her." The strength and power of the Alpha voice rang true. The guard and the crowd cowered, stepping away.

They shuffled over to the stopped stallion. Rumi was hoisted up onto the saddle. Prince Mira pushed herself up and sat behind her on the bare back of the horse. Long arms wrapped around her, grabbing a hold of the reins and motioning to begin a soft trot.

The guard raced to their side. "My liege, by the order of the King the procession must continue."

"I will not risk the safety of my pack for some pompous parade. Consider this event concluded." She whipped the reins, gaining speed and directing them away from the scene.

They rode back to the castle together. The guard would collect the other horse and return them to the stable. Rumi kept her back straight, too aware of their close proximity. They were guided to the stables where they dismounted and made their way back inside the safety of the stone fortress.

Looks of disapproval were shot their way by members of the court as they passed through the halls. The parade was cut dreadfully short, but it was for the safety of the Princess. Rumi was calmly ushered back into their chambers, finally able to take a breath when the heavy oak door was pushed shut behind her.

Prince Mira padded over to where she stood. A pair of hands gingerly examined her clothes for any rips or tears. Protective pheromones were still lingering, keeping her at ease during the process.

"I'm sorry that occurred. That man should have never gotten through the guard. He will spend years behind bars for what he did this day. I will have word with his Highness about the poor performance of his guard. I will ensure that an incident like this never happens again."

"Thank you," Rumi spoke quietly, feeling herself relax in the presence of the Alpha. The emotions of the confrontation washed away. "Thank you for stepping in and saving me."

She felt the Alpha's scent sharpen at the words. Her body locked up, pausing her motions and leaving her fingers gripping the fabric of her riding garments. "You do not need to thank me. That is my duty as your Alpha. I will not let anyone hurt you, ever."

Her Alpha. Hers.

They were bonded as pack members but knowing and hearing that they were each others was something different. It felt… intimate. A closeness that only they would share. The admission of possession was a step closer in the quest to understand each other.

She felt her heart race with the Alpha so close to her. Her hand reached up and brushed the leather of the muzzle with her fingertips. It may have been an instinctive urge or of her own mind, she did not know.

"May I take this off?" She asked, catching the pale blue eyes of the woman in front of her.

Prince Mira's brows furrowed. She released her hold on her clothing, hands falling to her side. "But why?"

"I wish to see my Alpha's face." Her fingers toyed with the clasp, weaving the free end between her digits.

Prince Mira's breath hitched. She held her gaze momentarily before her eyes fluttered closed. She huffed lightly. Her throat bobbed before she nodded.

Rumi gave it a moment for the decision to settle before pulling the band at her neck through the buckle and releasing the tie. The muzzle loosened but was still held to her face.

Her hands moved up the Alpha's face, brushing the tips of her fingers against her ears. She threaded her hands through the deep pink locks, finding the second buckle. She felt the spike in nerves through their bond. She responded with a small release of calming pheromones.

She pulled the leather through, feeling it release. She held the two ends in her hands, holding the muzzle in place. Slowly she lowered the restraining piece, revealing the Alpha's full face.

Her jaw was clenched tight, bottom lip threaded between her teeth. Deep red indents where the muzzle rested marred her cheeks and nose.

Rumi tossed the muzzle to the side, landing with a small clink of metal. She brought her hands back up to the Alpha's face, hovering at first before sinking in and cupping her cheeks. She ran her thumbs along the marks, earning a short hum that was quickly swallowed.

Rumi felt the tension heighten in her jaw. She purred gently, urging her to lean into the touch of her hands. When was the last time anyone had touched her so gingerly—with love and affection?

She was patient, letting her accept or reject the touch at her own pace. She watched the skin around her eyes crinkle and scrunch. She was caught off guard and gasped when she suddenly shot forward and butted their foreheads together. Her shoulders shook. She was stifling a cry.

Rumi could feel it through their bond. She was a breath away from breaking completely, only keeping her composure because that was what was ingrained in her for years. It would be seen as weakness. How long had she been holding onto these emotions? Did she finally feel safe enough to let them go? Did she see her as safety and comfort?

She held their position, allowing her to lean in and let go if she wanted. Her comfort pheromones wrapped over them like a warm blanket. The Prince's shaking waned with her breathing becoming steadier.

Their foreheads separated a fraction. Rumi watched the face of the other woman. She was relaxed, mouth slightly agape. Her eyes were still pressed closed though not pinched tight.

"I'm sorry," she rasped. Her voice was a tiny bit hoarse from the sudden wave of emotions.

"Don't be," Rumi cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You are allowed to fall apart. It is my duty as your Omega to be there for you."

Mira opened her eyes, locking her gaze onto hers. They were a few inches apart, looking, really looking deep into each other. Their bond hummed between them with unspoken emotions.

"I will be there to catch you when you fall. Always," she reassured.

Mira let out a strangled sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. Her hands rose up, hovering hesitantly over Rumi's waist. Her eyes flicked down and back, almost asking for permission.

Rumi took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Her hands slid from the Alpha's face and trailed down her neck, finding rest hanging from her shoulders. She leaned into her chest, purring softly.

She felt a pair of arms skim across her waist. Fingertips pressed gently into the small of her back. The contact was so faint yet she felt her inner Omega preen.

They held each other wordlessly, sinking into the warmth of the embrace. Their scents pulsed and mixed in the room. It wasn't a monumental shift in their dynamic. The walls were still firmly in place, but as they began to open up to each other, the cracks started to form.

One day those walls may fully collapse.

Weeks had passed since their wedding day. The pair had slowly begun to open up to each other. They spoke more often and openly and shared small touches. Progress was being made, but there were still boundaries in place.

Mira still slept separately on the chaise across the room. She was not comfortable sharing that space with Rumi. She did change her position to face the rest of the room, keeping a grounding presence for the Omega.

They were yet to be mated. Mira had to refresh the temporary mark several times to keep up the image for the court. The process became routine, a necessity to protect themselves. They were not ready to make it permanent.

Rumi slowly began becoming more familiar with the customs and traditions of this new land she found herself in. There was still so much she had to learn. The castle library was a wonderful resource, but she was urged to learn by participation.

It was suggested that the two participate in a traditional hunt, a ritual that their ancestors had instilled at the founding of their land. It was said to be an event that would test their bond. They had to show that they were able to provide for their pack. Whatever they successfully catch would be turned into a special meal for the couple.

It was not the most ideal time of year for the hunt to take place. Autumn was a fleeting season, giving way to the harshness of winter. A fresh sheet of snow fell the night previous. It would make tracking easier, but the travel was far more difficult.

They were both dressed in wool lined leather garments trimmed with thick furs. Bows were strapped to their backs, a single quiver of arrows shared between them.

Mira led the way into the mountains carrying a sled under her arm. Her larger frame and longer stride created a path through the snow for Rumi to follow. The Omega was not familiar with this type of terrain and weather. Any help she could give would greatly improve the experience for them both.

They were up on a tree lined ridge when Mira spotted it. Tracks. They were fresh enough. The harsh gusts of wind hadn't disturbed them too much. She crouched down, observing their patterning.

"Elk, on the smaller side. It is heading east up the ridge. Probably got separated from its herd."

Rumi hovered over her shoulder. "How are you able to tell all of that?"

She looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. She took her hand and brought it to the track. "It takes practice. You first need to be able to identify the animal. You can tell an elk from a deer by the size and shape of the track. There is more of a gap between the toes. Size takes time to determine. Once you have seen enough, you can judge the size of the animal on track alone. Direction is simple. You just need to know where north is. It's more difficult depending on cloud cover."

She looked back over her shoulder. Rumi was looking at her confused. She was trying to make sense of what she was being taught. Mira smirked and gave her a gentle nudge of the shoulder.

"You don't need to be an expert on the subject. I'm sure there are many things from your homeland that I would find to be a struggle." She hoped that it would ease her nerves even the smallest amount.

She stood from her crouch, brushing the snow from her trousers. If they were going to hunt this animal, they needed to keep moving. She led the way forward, following the trail of tracks.

Daylight waned, the long dark of winter creeped ever closer. Mira kept her eyes on a swivel as they marched. They pulled to a crest of a hill. Her arm shot out to her side, freezing them in place.

She moved to a crouch, pointing her hand out in front of her towards a silhouette between two fir trees. It was the elk that they were tracking. It hadn't noticed them. A perfect target.

She pulled Rumi to her side. "Suppress your scent as much as you can. We don't want to be discovered." She pulled the bow from Rumi's back and held it in front of her.

Rumi looked quickly between her and the weapon. She pressed a finger to her own chest. "Me?"

Mira nodded. "I want you to take the shot. It would mean more if it were done by your hands. It would just be another kill for me."

Rumi took the bow into her left hand. She reached into the shared quiver and held an arrow between her fingers. She nocked the arrow into the bowstring and pulled back.

The curve was stiffer than she had expected. She struggled to keep her aim as the feathers tickled her cheek. Her locked arm was swaying wildly. Her scent was flaring with frustration that she couldn't keep steady.

Mira, seeing her struggle, shuffled behind her. She pressed her front into her back, bracing her arms with her own. She nestled her head on her shoulder and whispered commands into her ear.

"Steady your breathing. You'll want to aim high and slightly to the left. The drop and wind should carry the arrow straight to the target." She felt her body shift to match the command. "One slow, deep breath. Hold it, then let go when you are ready." She held them steady, feeling Rumi take in a breath and hold.

The arrow was released, soaring through the air towards the beast. It sunk true, the elk yelping before taking off on a run.

Rumi lowered her arm, letting out the breath she was holding. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, the thrill of the hunt flowing through her.

"A perfect shot. Well done," Mira whispered, pleased.

Rumi leaned back into her, letting her body sag. "All thanks to you. I don't think I could have hit a target that was sitting right in front of me with how much I was shaking."

"Maybe I should have had the quartermasters select you a child's bow instead," she teased. A hand thumped her on the thigh. "Alright, alright. We should retrieve our kill." She pulled them both to their feet, strapping the bow to Rumi's back.

They walked together, following the trail of disturbed snow and dribbles of red. It was a longer walk than they would have liked. The elk fought valiantly, but its fate was discovered as they weaved through the smattering of trees. The animal was splayed out near a large pine, a deep splash of red curled around its body.

Mira unsheathed the large hunting knife from its scabbard at her hip. She stalked the animal, tossing the sled off to the side. She knelt down in the snow and felt around on the pelt for the spot where the ribcage fell off. She stabbed the knife into the soft fleshy stomach and sliced the animal open.

She pulled the innards out, cleaning the and dressing the animal for transport. She had Rumi assist her in loading the carcass onto the sled and tie it down. She was tying off a rope when her ears perked up. There was a low growl coming from behind them.

Her head flicked up, making eye contact with Rumi. "Ground. Now."

She flipped the knife into a reverse grip, edge of the blade facing outward. Her pheromones pushed out, warding and aggressive. She turned her body around slowly, meeting the eye of a stalking predator a few meters away. It must have followed the animal, waiting to swoop in for a meal.

She held her position, not letting her eyes leave the beast for even a heartbeat. The large cat took a step closer, heavy paws sinking into the snow. Mira retaliated with a growl. It wasn't backing down. Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline exploding through her body.

She held the knife out in front of her, rising from her crouch to appear larger. Her feet shifted in the snow, bracing for the inevitable. She bared her teeth, snarling as it took a step closer.

Her instincts roared to life.

Guard. Protect.

Her senses flared. She could see every minute twitch of muscle, hear the heartbeats of everything around her, and smell subtle changes in one's scent. Her Alpha was in full control, wanting nothing more than to keep its mate safe.

The stare down grew in tension. Either side was holding still, waiting for the other to make the first mistake. Mira's weight shifted slightly, nudging her foot forward in the snow. That was enough.

The cat lunged forward with a sharp roar. Mira threw her arms up in front of her, protecting her face. Razor claws dug into the heavy leather of her hunting clothes. The immense weight sent them tumbling backwards into a drift.

Heavy jaws snapped and gnashed, trying to sink teeth into flesh. Mira thrashed to avoid the attack and shake the animal from her. She slashed her blade blindly, the edge catching on something sending a spray of red onto her face. The cat roared out. Its massive paws flailed wildly, shifting their weight and sending them off balance.

The tangle of limbs rolled down the ridge, a red spatter trailing behind them. Their growls and snarls mixed together. They came to an abrupt stop, slamming into the base of a tree.

The mass was suddenly still, unmoving. The silence was filled with the twang of a bowstring releasing. An arrow lodged itself into the side of the beast. Frantic footsteps shuffled closer.

"Mira!" Rumi cried out. She wrestled with the limp weight of the beast, yanking limbs out of the way to try and get to her wife.

Mira groans and gasps as the weight is removed from her. Her senses were overpowered with the taste and smell of copper. Her eyes opened with a flutter. The world was blurred and spinning.

Gloved hands found her face, cupping her jaw. Her vision filled with a pale purple color.

"Mira?"

She chuffed in response.

"Mira. Please. Stay with me."

She felt a wetness hit her cheek. She was crying for her. She took in a long, heavy breath. Her sharpened senses were filled with pungent jasmine and soured grapefruit. Her nose crinkled.

She wriggled her arm free from under the heavy weight over her legs and waist, bringing her hand up to the cheek of her Omega.

"I'm not going anywhere, Princess."

She slowly sat up, pulling her legs out from under the furred weight. A chill ran over her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. The adrenaline had worn off and her Alpha sunk back into dormancy.

She looked down at the state of herself. Her clothes had been clawed and torn, exposing her to the cold air. Blood coated nearly every inch of her body. She hoped most of it wasn't her own.

Rumi's hands patted gingerly over the shredded slits of leather and wool. "Are you bleeding? Do you need first aid?"

She steadied the Omega's hands with a soft grip to her wrists. "I'm okay. Just some bruising and soreness." She sniffled. A stream of copper hit the back of her throat causing her to cough. "Maybe a bloody nose, but overall I'm alright."

"You absolute idiot. You could have been killed!" Rumi thumped her in the chest with a closed fist.

"I did what I needed to do. I'm supposed to protect you. It is what I promised with our vows." She peeled her soiled glove off. She brushed stray hairs from Rumi's face with a clean hand. "But I'm still here. Present. Not dead. Not dying."

Rumi leaned into the touch, sighing in a small bout of relief. "We need to get you back to the castle. You need a proper inspection and treatment."

"As you wish."

They pushed to their feet, Mira steadying herself against Rumi. Their boots dug into the disturbed snow as they climbed back toward their kill.

Despite being shaken and injured, Mira took hold of the pull rope and secured it around her shoulders. She trudged forward, straining until the sled built enough momentum to slide smoothly down the trail. Rumi walked by her side, keeping a hand on her at all times. The sun faded behind them as they began the long walk home.

The fire crackled in the hearth of their bed chambers, washing the room in a warm orange glow. A basin of water was placed near, preventing it from getting cold.

They had arrived back from their successful hunt long after the sun had set. The elk was handed off to servants who would deliver it to the kitchen where it would be made into a celebratory meal. They had survived the ritual, garnering praise from the scholars and lesser nobles.

When they were in the safety of closed doors, they stripped free of their hunting garb. Rumi urged Mira to sit near the fire to become properly warm again. She moved to order a basin and some salves from the apothecary. When they arrived, she sat opposite her wife and began the long process of cleaning her blood covered body.

Mira sat, legs crossed, by the hearth in only a sleeveless undershirt and a loose pair of breeches. She kept her eyes closed as a warm, wet rag scrubbed her skin clean. Rumi was being tender with her while still providing enough pressure to remove the dried grime. She was being careful of any other injuries that may not have been seen when they were in the field.

The rag smoothed up her arms and over the crest of her shoulders. She heard a soft patter, a figure moving around her. The cloth was pulled away from her skin, leaving her to shiver at the liquid chilling from the air.

There was a brief moment of pause. Something was hovering at her back. She could feel the subtle warmth of body heat. She kept her eyes closed, only pinching them tighter as she felt cool fingertips press to the marked skin.

A strained sound escaped her lips. The tips of fingers slowly spread out to a flattened palm.

"These… scars," Rumi said hesitantly. Mira bit down on her tongue. "If you are willing, I would like to know of their history."

Mira was quiet at the request. Her scars were a pain for her to bear for the rest of her days. They were proof of her past failures. Talking about them meant that she would have to face those memories again.

She took a deep breath. "Come sit." She motioned to the space in front of her.

Rumi shifted back around and sat down in front of her. Mira opened her eyes a fraction, catching the gaze of the woman opposite her. The soft light danced over her profile, highlighting her gentle curves and warm brown eyes. There was a comfort that came with her presence, one that she could lean into.

"You have the right to know," she began. "It's not an easy story to tell, so please have patience."

"We go at your pace. Take all the time you need."

She rested her hands loosely on her knees. "I had an older brother. My parents adored him, poured everything they had into him. He was meant to be the heir to this throne. He was strong, confident, kind. Everything you would want in a leader. I wanted to be just like him.

One spring afternoon, when the adults were out on a hunt we went on our own little journey. We ended up at a stream. We were throwing rocks and fighting with sticks. Just kids being kids."

Her expression shifted. It grew tighter at the jaw. Her lips pressed flat.

"I saw something shine in the sunlight on the other side. I wanted to see what it was. There was this path of stones in the water that you could cross. He warned me that it was slippery and dangerous. I, taking a page out of his book, was confident in my ability to step over those stones.

I should have listened to him. I got to the third stone and my foot slipped. I fell into the icy water."

Rumi gasped lightly, her posture stiffening.

"My brother, he dove in after me. I was being pulled by the current, but he caught me and swam me to safety. I was coughing and hacking up water, and when I turned around he wasn't there.

I called and I called for him but I never got an answer. I was shaking, terrified because suddenly my big brother was gone. He saved me at the cost of his own life."

"Mira—"

"Please," she warned.

Rumi's mouth snapped shut. She reached out cautiously and threaded their fingers together. A silent comfort.

"My parents blamed me for it all. Because of me my brother was dead. They cared more about him being gone than me being safe. They never let me forget it. Every intense emotion they would feel, it would get taken out on me.

It started with backhanded slaps. When that wasn't enough to get the point across, it evolved. They became open palmed strikes, then other tools were used. I would receive a lash to my back as a reminder that I killed my brother."

She started to squeeze Rumi's hand. The emotions were growing and rising within her.

"As I grew, so did the amount they gave. It got to the point where I was scared stiff. I would try so hard to do everything right but even then the lashes still came. Every single time they would repeat that it was my fault—that my actions will never be forgiven."

Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook as she struggled to hold back her sobs.

"They drilled it into me over and over and over again. When I presented, I dug into that anger and aggression. It was the only way I knew to protect myself. I would snarl and show my teeth to try and make people stay away. I didn't want them to hurt me too."

Tears were fully flowing, cascading down her cheeks in a steady stream. Her face wasn't strained or pinched. Comforting Omega pheromones had spilled out instinctively, wrapping around her in a warm embrace.

"I was made to believe that I was unworthy of love. I was doomed to only be seen as an aggressive beast."

Her voice grew quiet as she hung her head.

"All I ever wanted was their approval. I wanted them to see me the same way they saw my brother. I wanted so desperately to be the perfect child—the perfect heir. I wasn't enough. I'm just a beaten and broken Alpha… and now you're all wrapped up in this mess. Trapped in a marriage with damaged goods."

Rumi clasped her free hand over their linked ones and gave them a gentle squeeze. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the crown of Mira's head.

"I'm not trapped in anything." She held Mira's jaw in her palms, thumbing lightly over her damp cheeks. She shifted and tipped her head up so they were meeting eye to eye. "And you are not broken."

"I am marked, permanently damaged. There is no remedy."

"You have imperfections but that does not make you broken. You are still unbelievably strong. You defend and protect those you care about. You may see yourself as broken, but I see you as resilient. You are perfect… to me."

Her breath caught in her throat. She stared deep into the soft brown eyes of her Omega wife. "Rumi…"

She felt a wash of pheromones float over her. They were soothing but had something else woven within, something she could not name. She felt Rumi's hands slither down her neck and over her shoulders, holding her gently.

Rumi leaned forward, sliding their cheeks together. Mira could feel a gentle rumble against her skin as she rubbed on her. Her heart began to ache. She was being scented.

It felt so different to the almost procedural scenting she had received in the past. There was no rush, no ulterior motive. It was unhurried and tender, spreading a claim so delicate she was beginning to melt.

She unconsciously tilted her head, bearing the entirety of her neck. She felt vulnerable but in a way that was like peeling away the exterior of a fruit, exposing the soft flesh. It was the vulnerability that came with complete trust.

Rumi scented her way down her cheek. She gave a bit of attention to the spot behind her jaw, just under her ear causing the Alpha's breath to hitch. She moved down her neck, finally ending at her scent gland. She didn't rub on it immediately, content to just lay her cheek against the raised skin and soak up the heady sweetness.

Mira all but turned to putty when she felt the soft pressure against her scent gland. A deep wave of relaxation crashed over her. Her arms came up and snaked under Rumi's. Her hands splayed over her back, rubbing slow circles into the fabric of her nightgown.

She shuddered and gasped when she felt a gentle friction against her skin. It felt so good. She chuffed just behind Rumi's ear. The Omega purred in response, sending another shockwave down her spine. She curled her fingers, claws catching into the fabric and lightly scratching the skin beneath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her breathing.

Their scents mixed together in a heady cocktail that blossomed through the room. They were each making soft noises as they got lost in the scenting.

Mira instinctively leaned in and began scenting Rumi in earnest. She hummed and chuffed as she spread her scent. She hadn't scented anyone in this way before. It was always with her wrist. She felt the way Rumi moved against her and attempted to mimic those motions. It was jerky and a little too forceful, but the emotion and care was there.

Rumi purred against her, melting into the sensation of being scented by her Alpha. Slowly she pulled away from her neck and moved in front of her. Their foreheads were placed together, arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace.

Their eyes were level with each other, just a short distance away. Their heavy breaths mixed in the tight space between them. There was a heat—a charge building in the small gap. They both could feel it, their scents peaking with need.

"Rumi," Mira whispered.

She leaned in, shrinking the space until their lips met with a soft press. It was chaste, tentative, a testing of the waters. Rumi's lips were soft and full against hers. They held there for a second before Mira pulled back, their lips separating with a muted click.

She stared into those rich brown orbs, getting lost in their luster. She was so distracted that she didn't feel hands snake up to cup her jaw. Rumi pulled her forward, lips crashing together with more fervor.

Their lips shifted and smacked together. They started to get lost in each other's taste. Rumi parted her lips, inviting the Alpha's tongue to explore her more intimately.

Mira prodded, slowly allowing her tongue to trace her mouth. She felt the soft point of her fangs and gave them a bit more attention, causing the Omega to whine against her lips. A weight shifted into her lap, their fronts were now pressed flush with each other.

Heat built and pooled as they continued to taste each other. Their scents were exploding and influencing their motions. Rumi pulled away suddenly, gasping for air. She must have had the most dumbfounded look on her face because Rumi suddenly burst into a wide smile and let out a breathy laugh.

She blinked rapidly a couple times, waiting for her brain to catch up and process what just happened. Rumi leaned in and gave her another peck on the lips.

"You look like you've seen a spirit," she whispered into her lips.

Her eyes darted to the side, averting her gaze. A hint of pink spread over her cheekbones. "I'm… just having a hard time believing this is real."

"Mira." A finger caught under her chin and tipped it upward slightly. "This is the most real I have ever felt in my entire life."

She gently shook her head, swallowing heavily. "That cannot possibly be the truth."

"I would never lie to you. You would pick it up so easily through our bond and my scent, anyhow."

She let out a breathy laugh. "Of course I would."

Rumi held her jaw in her hands and leaned in to kiss her once more. Their lips were unhurried, letting soft clicks ring out against the stone walls. She separated a minute later, pressing their foreheads together.

"Come to bed with me?" she murmured into the small space between them.

Mira nodded, easing them both to their feet. They shuffled to the bed, staying close to one another. Rumi slipped under the covers and exposed her back towards her. She glanced over her shoulder, beckoning her to follow. She brought herself under the furs and nestled up to her rear.

Rumi took her hand and brought it around her waist so her palm rested against her lower abdomen. She weaved their fingers together, squeezing gently, grounding. She held her flush to her front, nose buried into the back of her neck. She drank in the soothing aroma, feeling a calm and comfort wash over her.

Her eyelids felt heavy, eventually falling closed. Her breathing settled and steadied. She could feel one last squeeze of her hand before the night took her.

Mira woke that next morning with a warmth in her chest, something she hadn't felt in over a decade. Her body was loose from the deep relaxation. She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet floral scent of jasmine and rich tang of grapefruit.

Her eyes peeked open, glancing downward to meet a head of pale lavender hair. Her Omega—her wife—was cuddled into her chest, face slack with sleep. She tilted her head, burying her nose in those locks and taking in another full breath.

Her scent was strong—stronger than it had been even the night before as they laid next to each other for the first time. She felt a buzzing under her skin, like lightning flowed through her veins. Her whole body was charged, tingling, oversensitive. She felt a nagging urge wash over her.

Omega. Claim. Bite. Mate.

Her eyes shot wide.

No. It was too early. There was no way this was happening now. She had to separate herself while she still could.

Her heart was racing. Her scent had to have soured with fear and anxiety at this point. She carefully removed herself from the bed, not wanting to disturb the other woman. She scrambled for a change of clothes, freezing as she heard a rustling behind her.

"Mmm? Mira? What's wrong?" Rumi pushed herself up onto one arm and was looking at her with sleep still in her eyes. Her nose crinkled as she sniffed the air. "You smell… different."

"I need to leave," Mira said a beat too fast.

Rumi was fully sat up in the bed now. "Leave? What do you mean?"

She spared a glance over her shoulder, making the briefest bit of eye contact. "You are not safe here."

"Mira what are you talking about?" Rumi pushed herself out from under the covers and crossed the room to meet her.

Mira turned and held a hand out to keep her at a distance. "Rumi, please. Stay back. You are in danger."

Rumi froze a step away. Her face was marred with confusion and worry. "In danger? From what?"

"From me…" Mira whispered, darting her gaze to the floor.

Rumi took a step forward, closing the distance between them. She slowly raised her hand and brought it to the other woman's cheek, lifting her gaze. "Mira…"

"Rumi, please," she begged. "Please just stay away. I don't want to hurt you."

Rumi leaned into her, pressing her cheek into her neck near her scent gland. She released a wave of soothing pheromones, feeling the Alpha's taut musculature loosen under her hand. "Why would you ever think that you would hurt me?"

"Because I know myself. I know how I get—how I am when it hits. I cannot be around you when it does." Her pupils were dilated, drinking in the smell of the Omega draped over her. She could feel the pull of her inner Alpha screaming at her to take action.

Mark. Claim. Breed.

Rumi looked up at her confused. "When what hits?"

Mira stared at her for a long moment. Was she serious? Had she never experienced another Alpha's cycle even in passing? Was she sheltered away during the early stages to protect her after she presented?

"When my rut hits." She could see the realization wash over Rumi's face.

"Oh," she muttered quietly. She chewed lightly on her lower lip, clearly now understanding what exactly she was experiencing. "Is this not what they wanted? We've been given tonics for the last month and a half to speed up our cycles."

"Rumi you don't understand. You cannot be around me during my rut." She grasped the Omega's shoulders, forcing her back to leave space between them.

Rumi shook her head. "But I am supposed to be with you. That is our biology. We take care of each other during—"

"Rumi," she commanded, silencing the woman. She never liked using her Alpha voice. It always felt too invasive, too wrong. "Rumi," she whined. "Rumi, I've killed someone while in rut."

The Omega didn't speak. Her face was stoned in shock. Mira knew it was the realization of everything that she heard in rumors being the truth. She knew that Rumi would not be able to look at her as anything less than a monster.

"Mira…"

"It was my very first rut. I was just a child and I-I couldn't control myself. I had no idea what was going on and I lashed out at a servant. I always spend my ruts alone because I am afraid that will happen again. I'm afraid now that I will hurt you."

She felt a hand press to her cheek once more. She allowed herself to lean into the touch.

"Mira, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. No child deserves to ever experience something like that. Is that… is that why they have you muzzled?"

She nodded faintly. "They said that my instincts were too wild. That it would bleed beyond my rut. I just… I just can't trust myself…"

Rumi was quiet but her attention was still fully on Mira. She eased out comforting pheromones to relax her, bring her back from the depths of her own head.

"Mira," Rumi spoke quietly. "I want to help you."

She shook her head. "I can't allow you to put yourself in danger. I don't know what I would do if I hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," she reassured. "I know you would never hurt me. That's not the person you are."

"You don't know that."

"I know you. The real you. I'm not scared. I won't let you push me away at a time when you need me most. Please. Please allow me to help you. Allow me to show you that you aren't the monster they say you are."

Rumi brought her head up to the point where Mira's shoulder met her neck. She pressed her cheek gingerly to the raised gland and scented her, spilling her pheromones into the room. Mira let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh of relief and a whimper. Her shoulders shook as Rumi wrapped her arms around her torso, hands splaying against the clothed plane of her back.

"Have you ever?" Rumi whispered into her shoulder.

She knew exactly what she was asking about. She shook her head, angling away from her in a bout of shame. "No. Never. My ruts are too dangerous and no one would want to otherwise."

She felt Rumi's head leave her neck. She knew that a pair of eyes were planted firmly on her. The shame only worsened. To be an Alpha of royal blood and not have bed anyone was a great dishonor. It was a sign of weakness, a lack of dominance or claim. Her family had reason to keep her from laying with another and she was not one to force herself upon someone just because of her title.

"Mira," Rumi spoke softly. "I don't care about that. In fact… it is something we have in common."

Her eyebrows raised slightly and she turned to face her. "You? But your heats. You must have—"

"I did have help with my heats," Rumi interrupted. "They were Betas. It was… less risky that way. I have never once laid with an Alpha." A blush formed across her cheeks. "You will be my first."

Mira whined at the thought. Her, an Alpha of such irreparable reputation would be the first to bed the Omega Princess—someone she was not worthy of even courting.

Her mind raced, feeling her inner Alpha start to creep forward. Her pre-ruts were always astonishingly short. She hearkened it back to the overwhelming need that had yet to be fulfilled. How desperately her instincts wanted her to take and claim. And now she was faced with a prime Omega willing to take everything she could give.

It terrified her to no end. She knew what she was capable of when she got into that dominant state. She didn't want to hurt Rumi. In a right state of mind she would never even think of such a thing, but when her brain was turned off who knows what could happen.

Rumi pushed herself away a step. Her eyes darted downward for just a moment then back up to meet her eyes. "I'm going to alert the staff of what is to come. They will supply us with everything we will need for the coming days." Rumi reached out a hand and grasped onto hers. She was lead across the room and back to the bed where she was pressed to sit. "I want you to relax for me. When I return, I will share with you every ounce of my devotion."

She gulped audibly. Rumi ran a hand down her tight jaw, pausing briefly at her chin with just her fingertips. Their eyes held and she could see a flicker of something hidden in her gaze.

Rumi backed away, turned, and dressed herself in a simple linen gown before exiting their chambers. She grasped tightly to the edge of the mattress. Her Alpha was screaming at her to follow, to take back what was hers. She had to will it back down, reassuring that Rumi would return shortly.

She forced herself to lay back against the covers. The mountain of furs around her did not help the burning feeling that was creeping under her skin. Everything was starting to get too hot and too sensitive too quickly. She would bet everything on the presence of a willing Omega having such a strong effect on the progression of her rut. She wondered just how much time she had before everything would go black.

Rumi returned with the quiet thump of the door closing. Mira was still laid back on the bed, breathing shallow as she struggled to keep her composure. She could see the Omega enter her periphery as she sat down next to her. A hand ran through the already damp strands of her hair, pushing any strays out of her face.

"Are you alright?" Rumi asked, looking down upon her with grave concern.

"Really… hot…" Mira huffed between breaths.

Rumi's free hand dropped to the hem of her sleeping shirt. Her fingers toyed with the fabric. "Let's get this off of you. Is that alright?"

Mira nodded, forcing herself to sit up to ease the process. She lifted her arms skyward as Rumi pulled the garment up and off, tossing it to the side. Her eyes rested on the woman beside her. She could see her legs were pressed tighter together under her skirt. She could smell the arousal oozing out of her. Her rut pheromones had to have been pumping out at full force by now, forcing the Omega into the state she was in.

"Rumi…" she breathed.

Rumi brought a hand up and placed it on her chest, over her rapidly beating heart. Her hands were frigid compared to her burning skin. She twisted her wrist to allow her fingers to follow the curve of her breast. She arched into the touch.

Rumi leaned in a bit closer. "May I kiss you?" she asked.

"Please," Mira whined in response.

Rumi pushed herself forward, eyes falling closed as she pressed their lips together. The hand that rested over her heart trailed upward to cup her jaw.

Mira surged into her, immediately deepening the kiss with desperate desire. She chased that sweet taste against her lips. She wanted nothing more than to consume.

Her hands wound firmly on Rumi's hips, pulling her into her lap. The Omega gasped at the movement, feeling a growing pressure against her thighs. She nipped at Rumi's bottom lip, forcing the other to allow access to her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other in time with the grinding of their hips.

They moaned into each other, rocking their hips to chase the needed friction. Mira felt a coil winding tight in her stomach. Her claws dug into the fabric of Rumi's dress, shredding the fibers and exposing the supple skin of her thighs. She held on tightly, pulling her in closer until their chests were pressed flush.

A low growl leaked from her lips. Everything inside her was screaming one thing.

Mine.

Rumi pulled back from the kiss, holding her at a distance to keep her from chasing. She removed herself from her lap and stood tall in front of her Alpha.

Mira fought back the need to snatch her and pull her back in close. Rumi had promised her full attention and devotion. She would remain patient and receive it like the good Alpha she was so desperate to be.

Rumi traced her hands over the curve of her shoulders, feeling the muscle fibers grow taut under her touch. She ran her fingertips up her neck, nails scraping lightly against her scent glands before descending to her collarbone then her chest.

She palmed her soft breasts, brushing the stiff buds of her nipple with a thumb earning a groan and a shudder. Rumi leaned in, bringing her mouth up close to her neck. She breathed in the Alpha's intoxicating scent, giving a lick to the raised patch of skin.

"My Alpha, being so good for me," she whispered into her ear.

Mira's hips bucked forward involuntarily. A breathy moan escaped her lips. She would be good. She would be good for her Omega. Her hands held tight to the edge of the bed, claws digging into the furs and wool. She shivered as Rumi's hand slid down the solid plane of her abdomen, pausing just at the hem of her pants.

"Rumi…" She whined, biting down onto her lip with her now elongated fangs.

Rumi pressed her palm into the stiff bulge in her pants. The pressure alone was nearly enough to send her tipping over the edge. She bit hard into her lip, feeling a small trail of blood spill out and onto her chin. Never had she been touched like this before. Even above clothing, the sensation was overwhelming. It was a deep burning that wouldn't go away. It only strengthened with every minute change in pressure and friction.

She let out a breath of relief followed by a hiss between her teeth as her pants were pulled from her hips. Her cock was freed, falling to one side and leaking heavily against her thigh. She could smell the spike of arousal that came from the Omega.

Rumi was looking on in awe. She was biting down on her bottom lip, eyes trained on her hard, flushed cock. Her legs were pressed tightly together, capturing a portion of her skirt between her thighs.

Rumi reached out and ran a finger along the underside of her shaft. Her claw scratched a faint red line on the hardened flesh, trailing to the head and giving a flick to the frenulum. Her cock strained and twitched wildly. A heavy bead of precum spurted out and fell to the floor in a long strand.

Mira watched as Rumi took her wholly into her hand and gave a gentle squeeze before releasing. She mewled at the sudden pressure and loss.

"Such a good Alpha. Standing at attention for me." Rumi licked her lips and dropped to her knees in front of her. "Let me show you how much you mean to me. Allow me to worship you in the way you have always deserved."

"Please…" she whined. Her eyes were fully trained on the woman in front of her. It was not dissimilar to their first meeting. She was watching her every move with great interest.

Rumi wrapped her fingers around the shaft, giving a slow stroke from base to tip. She gathered a bit of precum and smeared it over the head and down her length. Her hand continued to stroke at a languid pace. Wet schlicking sounds bounced through the room.

Mira's eyes scrunched closed. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together. She felt that coil in her gut wind tighter and tighter. Rumi's thumb circled over the tip, applying pressure onto the slit. Her core tensed rapidly. Her hips bucked forward into Rumi's grip once, twice, and then she was pushed over the edge.

Thick white ropes of her seed shot out from her cock, painting the Omega's face and chest in her release. Her cock pulsed with every hot spurt of cum. Her hips followed in rhythm, working through her climax.

Her breathing was rapid. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest. She peeked her eyes open, taking in the scene in front of her.

Rumi's face was coated in strands of white, dripping down in heavy streaks. Her dress was surely ruined by her mess. Mira felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. The Omega—her Omega was covered in her scent, claimed by her release.

Rumi was smiling at her. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and brought a strand of cum into her mouth, humming contently.

Mira already felt like she was going to pass out from the wash of pleasure. The feeling was amplified exponentially when Rumi bent down and took the entirety of her softening cock into her mouth in a single motion. Her tongue swirled around, ghosting over every vein and ridge. Her cheeks hollowed out with a powerful suction that sent a shockwave up her spine. She pulled back, releasing the head with a wet pop and licking her lips.

She snapped completely still when their eyes met. Rumi's eyes, once a deep velvety brown now shown with a ring of gold. Her inner Alpha keened and snapped. She had claimed her with her scent but it needed more.

Mate. Knot. Breed.

It screamed out to her. She could feel a haze forming in her periphery. The full effect of her rut was starting to take hold. Soon she would be insatiable, completely out of control. She did what she could to hold back the instinct, to stay aware for as long as she could.

Rumi rose from her knees and pulled her dress over her head. She wiped her face clean with the fabric which the Alpha growled at.

"Enough of that," she cooed. "I am yours as much as you are mine." She moved her now naked form into Mira's lap, straddling her hips. "I want you to claim me in another way." She rocked her hips forward, grinding her core along her cock. She moaned as she felt it start to harden beneath her, the head briefly catching on her clit.

Mira's hands snapped to her hips, claws digging possessively into the soft flesh. "Mine," she growled.

Rumi moaned. The paralyzing Alpha pheromones surrounded her. A gush of slick coated her thighs. "Please Alpha." She brought her hands up to cup Mira's jaw. "Take me. Make me yours."

Mira lifted Rumi up in her lap and positioned her over her straining cock. She guided her downward, catching her swollen head on the tight ring of her entrance. Rumi stroked her cheeks with her thumbs and pressed their foreheads together. She rolled her hips, pushing Mira inside of her.

They both gasped at the intrusion. The stretch and pressure were almost too much. Mira eased her down slowly, feeling the warmth of her tight cunt envelop her until their hips were flush with each other.

She felt so good to be inside. The constriction around her cock caused it to throb. She held Rumi tightly to her, feeling her shudder and shake in her arms.

"Rumi? Are you? Should I?" she breathed into her. Her mind was already fogging over but she still wanted to ensure that the Omega was okay and not in pain.

Rumi nodded, shoving her face into her shoulder and holding onto her back tightly. "Yes," she moaned. "My Alpha is just… more than I am used to."

Mira nuzzled into her, breathing in her scent. "My Omega. Taking me so well."

She gave a small thrust upward, feeling her tight, slick walls squeeze and mold to her.

"So perfect," she whispered. "Made for me." She nipped at the sensitive flesh just below her ear.

"Please," Rumi whined. "Alpha please." She begged and rolled her hips, chasing the pleasure.

Mira gritted her teeth together. Her Omega was begging for her—needed her. She would give her everything she had and more.

She thrust up again, pulling out a little bit more in return. Her pace increased to a steady rhythm, feeling the pressure build around her. This was unlike anything she ever felt before. The pleasure that coursed through her was addicting. Her inner Alpha was humming with pride.

Rumi was moaning into her neck. Her arms were wrapped firmly around her, claws teasing the small hairs at her nape. Her hips started to move in time with her thrusts, pulling out more and slamming in with greater force.

Mira groaned with every thrust, feeling that deep instinct begin to take hold. She wanted more. Wanted to take what was hers. Her arms wrapped tightly around Rumi's waist. She forced her down in opposite timing of her thrusts, fucking into her with urgency.

She felt the tough muscle of her knot begin to form. Rumi clawed at her back when it would push against her entrance. Her hips snapped faster, harder. Wet squelching of their love making echoed through their chambers.

Mira was getting close. She could feel her core tighten up. She wanted to knot. By the stars did she want to knot this perfect Omega and fill her with her seed. She couldn't. She shouldn't. She wasn't in her heat. It would be too much especially as her first time with an Alpha.

She held restraint, resorting to more rapid, shallow thrusts to chase her high. Her hips jackknifed into her soaked cunt. Her movements were getting frantic. She wasn't going to last much longer.

"Alpha please," Rumi moaned loudly in her ear. It was just shy of a scream. "I want it. Knot me Alpha. I want it. Please."

Her inner Alpha roared.

She couldn't. She wouldn't. She had to hold back. She would hurt her otherwise.

But she was begging for it. Begging for her knot, her claim, her seed.

"Please, Alpha. Make me yours!" Rumi cried out.

Mira's eyes glazed over. Her worry was gone in an instant. All that was left was the pure instinct to breed. She thrust upward in time with pulling her downward. The knot caught on her entrance, stretching her impossibly before being forced in with a final powerful thrust.

The knot locked with a loud pop. She could feel Rumi convulse around her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed so tightly Mira thought she was going to be crushed to dust. The Omega's climax rushed over her. Her claws dug dark red lines into her back and shoulders. Mira winced at the drag against her scars.

She pulled Rumi in tightly and bucked her hips, pushing the knot in a little deeper. The coil in her gut snapped violently. She came with a loud groan and sank her teeth into Rumi's shoulder, drawing a bit of blood.

Hot, thick ropes of her seed splashed into Rumi, painting her insides white. Her hips bucked with every spurt, causing the Omega to whine and moan. She pumped her full with everything she had, the knot making sure it all stays inside.

When her orgasm finally relented, her whole body sagged with exhaustion. They were locked together, holding each other tightly in their arms as if letting go meant they would disappear.

Rumi peppered her neck with soft kisses, slowly working up to her jaw and cheek before planting her lips on her own. The kiss was unhurried but still full of passion and desire.

They shifted their position to now lay fully on the bed on their sides. Rumi curled into her chest, nuzzling her collarbone. She let out a low, relaxed purr that shook Mira in the best way possible.

The inner Alpha was satiated for the moment. She could relax and melt into the tenderness of the woman beside her. She felt a warmth bloom in her chest. She wondered if this is what love felt like? Real, unconditional love.

She hummed into the crown of Rumi's head, taking in her sweet floral scent. For once in her life, she felt unafraid. She was… happy.

Her shoulders eased as they curled into each other. Fatigue took its hold and pulled her under into a restful sleep.

Mira awoke with her body on fire. Her head was spinning so fast she couldn't concentrate. Rumi was still nuzzled into her chest, presumably asleep. Her scent wafted into her nostrils. She breathed deeply. That's when the world started to fade out.

She was no longer in total control. Her instincts guided her every move. Her scent was pumping out in full force causing the Omega to stir beneath her. She pushed herself upward, craning over the smaller woman.

Take. Omega. Take. Yours.

She dove in, crashing her lips to Rumi's neck. She peppered the sweat laden skin with hundreds of kisses. Her tongue lapped up the salty taste of her throat in one long stroke. She tasted divine.

"Mira…" A voice broke out behind her ear.

She growled and continued filling her senses with her sweet taste. "Mine. All mine. Need to taste all of you."

She slid down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before descending further to her chest. Her claws came up and wrapped firmly around the supple mounds of her breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them between her fingers.

Rumi's body arched against her, forcing herself into the touch. Mira's hands worked harder, rougher against her skin. She took a hardened nipple into her mouth and sucked. Rumi mewled beneath her, moaning out her name. Her tongue swirled over the stiff bud and gently grazed it with her fangs.

She felt a tugging to her hair, yanking her back and releasing the nipple with a filthy pop. She forced herself back in, nibbling at the underside of her other breast, not wanting to be uneven in her efforts. Rumi had both hands in her hair and she tugged hard when she firmly planted her teeth into the soft flesh. She released her hold and licked the bite mark to soothe it.

She pushed herself up onto her forearms and descended further down her torso, planting wet open mouthed kisses and sucks along her way. She paused when she reached the Omega's dripping core. The smell took hold of her and she needed to feast.

Rumi pushed her legs wider, presenting herself to the starving Alpha. Her eyes had to have been completely blackened by this point. She lunged into her core, planting her mouth over the soaked folds and began to eat.

She devoured the Omega's arousal with one hundred percent effort. Her tongue lapped up every splash of slick. Her lips closed around the pulsing clit, giving it a heavy suck.

Rumi writhed and bucked against her mouth. Mira held strong, holding down her legs to keep her from moving too much. She was unrelenting in her efforts—poking, prodding, licking, and sucking until two thighs clasped tightly around her head.

Rumi shook and trembled as her climax rolled over her. Slick gushed from her, splashing over Mira's face and into her mouth. She continued to lap up every drop even long after her climax had ebbed. Rumi twitched in overstimulation, begging and pulling at Mira to slow down.

She heard the cries break through her haze and quickly pulled away, a mess of release splashed over her mouth and chin. Her eyes were trained on the Omega, still dripping with arousal. She fell forward, capturing her lips, letting Rumi taste herself on her tongue.

She pulled away, leaving a string of saliva and release hanging between them. Her hands roughly grasped her legs at the knee and pressed them forward to her shoulders. Her cock bobbed between her legs—hard, flushed, and spilling with precum.

"My Omega. Mine." She pressed inside of her in a single stroke, slamming their hips together.

"Yours. All y-yours," Rumi cried out.

Mira's hips began moving at a rapid pace. This was no longer the soft love making they had earlier. This was all instinct and need. She was fully in rut and there was an Omega that needed to be bred and filled with her pups.

Her knot swelled quickly, teasing against Rumi's tight entrance. She groaned and growled between thrusts. "Gonna, give you, my, pups, fuck you, so, full." She pounded into Rumi, each thrust pushing the knot closer to locking. Rumi came with a scream, her cum leaking out and soaking the Alpha's knot.

She gripped the Omega's hips tightly, claws pricking against her skin. Her hips pistoned wildly, fucking the woman beneath her into overstimulation so intense she was writhing and pleading. Her inner Alpha didn't care. It was dead set on one mission.

Knot. Breed. Mate.

The Omega's cunt fluttered rapidly. Her walls grew tight, squeezing her cock in a vice grip. Mira growled and continued to try and pound into her.

"Take it, Omega. Take it."

The grip on her hips increased in pressure, claws fully digging into the skin and drawing blood. She pulled back nearly all the way and slammed back in, pulling her hips in the same motion.

"ALPHA!" Rumi screamed out as the knot forced its way in, locking them together. She convulsed and squirmed as another orgasm rushed over her. Her hands tried to find purchase on anything she could find, finally settling onto the Alpha's back and neck.

Mira came a moment later. Her knot pulsed as she shot rope after rope of her hot seed into the Omega's tight cunt. She grunted and growled at every spurt of cum she pumped out. Her Omega was full. They were locked together. She hummed with satisfaction before collapsing forward with exhaustion.

She felt Rumi purr beneath her, her floral scent wrapping around her in a warm embrace. Her whole body relaxed and she passed out, completely spent.

Mira does not know how much time had passed since she fell asleep. All she knows is that she is gently coaxed awake by a tender voice.

Her eyes peeled open, a haze still clouding her vision. She could make out a faint shape to her immediate left. She knew it was Rumi by her scent, warm and blossoming. A hand pressed to her temple, fingers pulling sweat soaked strands of hair from her face.

She grumbled and nuzzled her face back into the soft furs.

"Mira, enough of that. You need to eat. Come on, let's get you sat up."

She didn't protest when Rumi eased her onto her side and propped her up on her elbow. A chalice was pressed to her lips. She felt the cool liquid slide down her throat, soothing a deep ache in her chest. When she finished the drink, she was handed a strip of salted venison. She took the piece into her mouth, gnashing it between her teeth.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep her body from shutting down from exhaustion. Warm touches traced her body as she ate. It was different having someone with her during this time. For so many years she was alone in her suffering, barely eating or drinking what was given to her. She could recall always ending up in the fetal position, begging for the pain to go away. She refused to touch herself unless it was pure desperation.

She hated the way her rut made her feel. Everything was too hot, too sensitive. Something else would take over her mind. It was aggressive, territorial, ruthless. She remembered the face of the servant as the warmth left their skin. She remembered the heavy smell of blood. They were a constant reminder of who she was—what she was way deep down.

But this cycle was different. She felt calm, collected, in control. When she felt the urges and instinct take over, she was able to release them before it became too much. It was all in part to her Omega wife. She still wished that she had left and protected herself, but she was grateful for the comfort that was provided. She kept her from drowning in her own head, made sure she ate and drank, and tended to her needs without a second thought.

She would have chocked it up to their biology if it wasn't for the time she was rejected as she fell into pre-rut. It was devastating to be refused by a future mate like that. That was the beginning of the end of their arrangement. She never thought that anyone would give themselves to her like that.

Rumi was different. She offered to stay—practically forced herself into the room. She offered her help and went through with it. She saw through the mask and the rumors. She didn't see a feral monster. She only saw her and that was enough.

Mira took another piece of meat into her mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. Smooth hands traced small caressing patterns on her shoulder and upper arm. She took a deep inhale. Her Omega's scent broke through the haze of sweat and sex, filling her nose with its intoxicating aroma.

She lunged forward, capturing the Omega's neck with her mouth. She suckled and nipped at the tender skin, drinking up the sweet pheromones. She moved to pressing their lips together. A low growl erupted from her chest. She tasted so good and Mira couldn't get enough.

The next thing Mira knew she had Rumi splayed over the arm of the chaise. She was standing next to it, rutting into her at a rapid pace. Moans echoed through the room, bouncing over every stone brick and tunneling into the Alpha's ears. It only fueled her to go harder—faster, fucking her until she would be spilling with her seed.

Her teeth clenched tightly together as her knot began inflating. She was chasing her release, putting all her effort behind each thrust. She was getting close. She doubled over the arm, panting furiously. She felt herself teetering on the edge. Then a moment of clarity hit.

The fog in her head backed away momentarily. She could see with full clear vision and thought. Her eyes wandered the Omega's body, pupils shrinking by what she saw.

No. No.

Her body was covered in heavy marks. Deep bites were on her shoulder and breast. Her hips were bruised where she had gripped tightly. There were stained trails of blood curving over her skin.

I hurt her. Those marks. I did that to her.

The edges of her vision blurred as her focus narrowed to each mark. Her heart rate sped up, breathing jumping with it in irregular bursts. Her chest rose and fell in time with her heaves. Her ears rang with a high pitched tone that sent a sudden chill down her spine.

Her hips kept thrusting forward, the raw need taking control over everything else. There was a tightness in her chest that grew more and more constricting. A wave of cold slammed into her back. Breathing became more and more difficult.

Just knot already.

She grew more and more frustrated that it wasn't locking. She had to knot to satisfy the instinct, but she couldn't do it.

Knot her. Knot her. Just do it and get it over with. Please.

"Fuck. Fuck," she yelped.

She pulled out without warning and took a step away from the furniture. Her arms wrapped over herself, claws digging into her upper arm. The room started to spin around her so much so that her balance was thrown off and she crashed down to her knees. She doubled over on herself, hair spilling in a waterfall a shade too similar to the blood she had seen pasted over the Omega's body.

All she could feel was a buzzing in her chest. She coughed and gasped for air. She was completely bare but felt as if she was suffocating—like a weight was pressed firmly into her sternum. She felt a wetness hit the tops of her knees. She must have started to cry.

"No. No. No no no," she repeated over and over as if denial alone would make it go away. "I can't. I can't. She—she—she—fuck."

Her whole body shook as the heavy emotions crashed down upon her. The images replayed in her head. The blood, the bruises, the marks. All of it flashed in front of her in rapid succession, bleeding into the memories of her first rut.

It happened again. I did it again. I hurt her. I knew it. I'm nothing but a monster. That's all I'll ever be. That's why—

She was pulled out of her spiral when a warmth hit her back. She took in a heavy gasp of air, turning her head slightly to the side. The breath was exhaled shakily when she saw a pair of soft brown eyes watching her. Rumi didn't say anything at first. She just kept a hand pressed to her back, stroking in small circles.

She didn't push out any calming pheromones. There was no external influence on her emotions. She was simply present and allowing her to feel.

After a few minutes, her breathing settled enough to where she could straighten up and sit on her heels. She released the grip on her upper arms and saw blood caked under her nails. She even hurt herself in her panic.

"Mira?" Rumi asked softly. She waited for her to turn her attention before continuing. "Are you alright?"

She should nod and lie that she's fine, but it was obvious that she wasn't. She was told that she should never admit weakness. That is not what high royalty does. That is not what Alphas do.

She shook her head in a small arc, choosing not to speak at this moment.

A hand cupped her chin. Rumi tilted her head, looking at her quizzically. "What's happening in there?"

She opened her mouth to speak but slowly closed it, pushing her lips into a tight line. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes again. She scrunched her face and tried to blink them away. "I… I hurt you. I told you this would happen. That's all I ever do. I'm a monster who hurts people."

"Mira, you are not a monster."

"But the blood, the marks, the—"

"I'm okay. You got a little rough and that is okay." A flush creeped up her neck. "I really enjoyed it. I would tell you if I didn't. I am happy to help and care for my Alpha." She pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. "You've been nothing short of perfect."

The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Shhh," she whispered. "You have nothing to apologize for." Rumi pulled her in close, placing her head over the left side of her chest. "Hear that?"

Mira felt a low pulse against her ear. She listened to her heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. She matched her pace and felt herself come back up from her own personal rock bottom.

"I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere." She tangled her fingers in the soft pink locks and lightly scratched her scalp. She started to hum a small tune. A lullaby from back home that her mother would use to help settle her when she was upset.

Mira leaned into the soft vibrations, nuzzling further into her chest. She laced her arms around her waist and held her close. The comfort wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She was finally allowed to feel vulnerable without recourse. A low rumble rose from deep in her chest, following the song that was hummed to her.

"My Alpha is so strong, always protecting me." She teased the small hairs at the back of her neck. "Letting me comfort and support you." She kissed the crown of her head. "Purring like a pup." She couldn't help the fondness in her voice as she spoke.

She turned her head to hide her face from view. She tried to cover the sound with a growl as best she could. Another kiss landed on her head.

"Don't hide from me now. It's cute. It's you being comfortable with your pack. It's all I could ever want."

Mira huffed against her skin. She tightened her grip around her midsection, holding her close like a child clinging to their mother for protection.

Rumi jostled her shoulders, getting a groan out of her. "Come on. We should go to bed." She helped Mira to her feet and walked her over to the bed, her legs still shaky from their constant lovemaking.

They laid over the spread of furs face to face wrapped in each other's arms. As Mira settled, she was hit with the painful reminder that she was still hard with her knot inflated. She whined at the strain between her legs and curled into Rumi's chest.

Her rut was still in effect and it was begging for release. Her struggle to knot earlier replayed in her head. She had no control and just wanted to get it over with to satiate the burning need inside her.

She felt dirty—used by her own instincts. It made her skin crawl.

She hid herself into Rumi's neck, trying to will away her burning erection. It was a reminder of her lack of control, that she wasn't in the driver seat anymore.

"Mira," Rumi whispered into her ear. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

She felt her face heat up in embarrassment. She pressed herself more firmly into the Omega's neck. "It hurts," she squeezed out.

A hand touched the back of her head, gently toying with her hair. "May I touch you?" Rumi kept her tone delicate, not pushing to allow her to make her own decision.

She thought about it. It was clear that it wasn't going away on its own. She desperately needed release, but she did not want to have a hand in it. She was still much too terrified of herself.

Rumi was offering to help her. She would be in total control, not her inner Alpha. The idea scared her, but she trusted her wife just as she trusted her during this time of great need and vulnerability.

"Please," she whimpered, nodding her head against her collarbone.

Rumi calmly skimmed her hand down her torso. Her touch was featherlight, a gentle tease. Her nails tangled in the thatch of curls at the base of her pelvis. She skipped over her knot entirely, choosing instead to give some attention to the flushed and leaking head.

She gathered precum onto the pads of her fingers and spread the wetness along the shaft until it was glistening in the low light. Mira jerked her hips into her hand, chasing the friction.

Rumi pushed her so she rolled flat onto her back. She pressed her palm into her abdomen, holding her down. "I will take care of you," she cooed, giving her a soft peck to the cheek.

When she settled down she resumed her ministrations, tenderly stroking her length. Her cock twitched wildly at the slow building sensations. Her hand paused at the base for a moment before slipping lower and cradling the pulsing knot.

She swirled her thumb on the tough muscle in a lazy circular pattern, changing the tightness of her swirls every few passes. Mira's eyes squeezed shut at the sensitive organ being lovingly teased.

"You have such a beautiful knot," Rumi moaned next to her ear. "So thick and strong. Perfect for keeping all of you inside." She gave it a gentle squeeze. Another spurt of precum leaked out, landing on the Alpha's hip.

She massaged the inflated muscle with her fingers. Mira's breathing rapidly increased. She was already so close to tipping over the edge.

"Rumi," she moaned through gritted teeth. "C-close."

"That's it. Come for your Omega." She gave the knot a tight squeeze. One of her fingers caught a pulsing vein. She pressed the tip onto the raised line and applied pressure as she ran along the path.

Mira's muscles locked up. Her hips pushed forward chasing the tightness. With another firm squeeze she was spilling all over herself. Thick ropes of cum splashed onto her stomach.

Rumi didn't let up. She continued to massage her knot. With every squeeze and stroke, another spurt of cum shot out of her engorged and straining cock head. She kept coming and coming, more than she had ever done before. Her whole body trembled with the aftershocks.

When it began to get uncomfortable, she reached down and gripped Rumi's wrist. The hold on her knot released, allowing it to slowly deflate. Her cock softened and laid flopped against her thigh. She was completely spent, her instincts more than satiated.

Her torso was coated in heavy streaks of her own release. A wave of embarrassment washed over her. It felt so wrong to be covered in an Alpha's cum even if it was her own. She raised an arm up over her face to hide herself.

Rumi pulled her arm away. She leaned in close to where their breaths could mingle. She stared deeply into her half lidded eyes. Her brown irises were shining with a ring of gold at its center.

She descended towards her chest. The look she shot was beckoning her to follow, to watch. Mira was completely captivated by her as she pressed her tongue to the skin between her breasts. She licked and lapped up every drop of cum with the utmost enthusiasm.

Their eyes never left each other. She felt her heart pound against her ribs as she watched her wife clean her up. Her body was being worshiped like the heavens with that tongue.

When she was finished, Rumi slotted herself back into her arms and gave her a light kiss to the underside of her jaw.

"Did that help? No more pain?"

Mira nodded, the words she wished to say drying up in her mouth.

Rumi smiled at her lovingly. She nuzzled herself into the crook of her neck and began scenting her, spreading her warm and soothing pheromones.

She hummed at the feeling. She wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into her chest so they were pressed flush. They were both safe in each other's arms.

She wanted to say something more, but exhaustion took her before she could muster up the courage to speak her truth. Her eyes drooped closed as her body fell slack against the weight of her wife.

She woke up with a new sense of clarity. Her vision was no longer blurred and her thoughts were in order. Her rut must have broke as she slept. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs. She knew that it was all over. 

They must have shifted in her sleep because her wife was laying with her back to her. She laced her arm around her slender waist and pulled her flush to her front. She nuzzled her nose into her loose pale lavender locks and drank in her delicious scent. It wasn't nearly as powerful as when she was deep in her rut, but she loved it all the same. 

"Good morning to you too," Rumi spoke, her voice still thick with sleep. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Mira mumbled. She rested her chin in the crook of her neck and pressed a kiss just below her ear. 

Rumi shivered under her touch. She knew that was a sensitive spot for her. "Are you all there?" she asked with a gentle curiosity.

She nodded against her shoulder. "It's done. It is all truly me."

A weak hum buzzed against her cheek. "I am glad to hear that you are back in earnest. Not that I minded the more primal nature, I just missed my sweet, soft Alpha."

Her heart nearly stopped when the words of endearment reached her ears. She wanted her as she was. The nights they had spent tangled together in animalistic need were not where their ties ended. She saw her for who she really was, reassured her that she was exactly how she was meant to be. 

Their bond pulled against her. A deep feeling that warmed her from the inside out. She tightened her hold and collapsed around Rumi's smaller frame, burying herself in her scent and warmth. Her nose pressed into her neck and took a deep breath, drowning in the sharp floral front and tangy undertones. 

Rumi shifted her hips backward in a tight roll. Her backside ground into her pelvis. Mira threaded her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt herself grow and harden. 

"Rumi—fuck," she groaned, biting down on the meat of her lip with her fangs. 

The grinding increased in speed and pressure, clearly taking her reaction as a sign to escalate the movements. Her cock was pressed firmly against the swell of her ass. Her hips bucked forward, pushing the head between the supple skin of her thighs. 

A high pitched moan rang out in her ear. She thrusted forward again, chasing the sound. Her length slid fully between her legs. Warm slick coated her shaft. The smell of an Omega's arousal wafted into her nose, lighting her senses on fire. 

She thrusted with more authority and purpose. Her hips shifted when she pulled back, pushing herself higher on the bed so that her cock slid through her hot core when she pressed forward again. 

On one particular thrust, the head curved up and caught onto Rumi's swollen clit. The Omega's back arched forward, a near scream ripped from her throat. She pulled back and did it again, intentionally adding a sharper finish. 

Rumi's hands reached back and grabbed at her face and hair. She reared back and pushed forward again. They both suddenly went still, breath being punched from their lungs. In her efforts to grind against her clit, she had slipped into her wife's soaked cunt. She hadn't meant to push inside, but it was soon made clear that she was not allowed to pull out. 

The Omega's hips circled and ground against the intrusion, releasing moans with every bit of friction against her most sensitive spot. Her inner Alpha growled. It craved being inside the slick heat. 

She began thrusting in long, slow strokes. The thick head rubbed purposefully against the spongy patch inside her. She splayed a palm against her lower abdomen. There was a slight swell where she was buried deep within. She pressed into the bulge, focusing on the outline. Rumi mewled as her gspot was forced to endure greater friction with the additional pressure. 

"That's it," Mira teased against her ear. "My beautiful Omega, taking me so perfectly." She leaned into her neck, rubbing her cheek into her scenting gland. 

"Mmm… Mira," she moaned, arching into the touch. 

"You feel so good. So tight. So warm. The perfect place to hold my pups." Her hips snapped forward, letting her feel the growth of her knot against her tight entrance. 

"I want it. I need your pups inside me." Rumi turned her head to look over her shoulder. She found the Alpha's eyes, tugging on her long pink locks to bring them level with hers. "I want to stare into your eyes as you knot me."

The air was yanked from her lungs. Her hips slowed and eventually stopped. She held tight to Rumi's midsection and pushed them up into a seated position. 

Rumi shifted off her cock, strings of slick and precum still tethering them together. She turned around and hovered over her lap. She sank back down on her cock, putting her full weight into the Alpha's pelvis and wrapping her legs around her hips, locking her heels. 

They were sitting level with each other, intimately tied together. They held each other's gaze, velvety brown meeting icy blue. Rumi had her arms wrapped around Mira's neck, pulling her in so their foreheads pressed together. 

She rolled her hips, pressing the tough knot against her entrance. Mira groaned and shoved forward to lock their lips together in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in time with the rocking of their hips. 

Rumi pulled away when she felt the knot start to press inside. "Please—ah…" 

Mira laid her hands on her hips and slowly forced her down, the knot coming seated with a pop. Rumi's back arched forward. She came with a stifled whimper, her abdomen convulsing in the aftershocks. Her claws dragged along her jaw. 

"I want you to mark me. Permanently."

She froze. Her inner Alpha growled and snapped its jaws. 

Bite. Mark. Yours. 

She swallowed it back down. She was in complete control. "Are you sure?"

Rumi nodded, fiercely holding their eye contact. "Yes. Mira…" She stroked the flushed skin of her cheeks. "Mira, I love you. I want to be yours. Forever."

Her heart swelled with heavy emotion that was only intensified with the affection she felt within their bond. "Rumi…" 

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I want to be your mate until the end of days." She peppered the flustered Alpha with soft kisses. 

"Rumi, I… I love you too." She could barely finish the sentence before Rumi crashed down upon her, pulling her into a heated kiss. She was released a moment later, gasping for breath.

Rumi tilted her head to one side, fully exposing her neck. She was hesitant for a moment. Doubts flooded her mind, before she was shocked back to reality by a pulse through their bond. Her Omega was bearing her neck for her. She wanted her mark—to be her mate. 

Her fangs elongated, teasing the inside of her lip. She leaned forward and placed the tips against the raised patch at the base of her neck. She had done the temporary marking a few times since they were wed. She exhaled heavily into her skin, the doubt leaving her body. She sucked in a fresh breath and plunged her teeth into the mark, breaking through the skin. 

Their scents exploded around them, mixing in perfect harmony. Their bond thrummed with energy, flowing within them and allowing them to feel each other on a deeper level. 

Rumi gasped and whined. Her core locked up suddenly, squeezing around the seated knot. Mira came immediately. Her cock pulsed and throbbed as it filled her mate with her cum. She was pumping her full with her pups, giving her what she begged for. 

They held each other close as they rode through the aftershocks. Mira licked and soothed the fresh mark, feeling her shiver under the touch. Rumi's hands threaded through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. 

When she was satisfied with the care to the mating mark, she pulled back and locked eyes with her wife. Her irises were rimmed with a bright shine of gold. She would bet the entire treasury that her own were glowing as well. Their strengthened bond hummed between them.

"I love you," they said in unison. Their lips met in a tender kiss. They were finally fully each others. 

A pair, once complete strangers, were now lovers and mates. Their marriage was arranged, but their love was anything but. 

Together, they learned to be vulnerable and accepting. Together, they grew their bond like the flowers in the royal garden. Together, they would rule their lands in unity. 

Long may they prosper. Together.

The soft morning sun stretched over the valley. Snow still lingered in the warmth of late spring—the last grasp of winter in the mountains. The soft clopping of hooves thumped against the cold, frozen dirt trail. 

The hidden vantage pulled into view. Rumi pulled on the reins to slow the pace of her horse, stopping just shy of the cliff's edge. She breathed in the cool mountain air, her lips pulling into a smile as she admired the stretching horizon. 

Her hair had been chopped shorter, tied into a braid that ended at the top of her shoulder blades. She nuzzled into the furs of her collar when the wind picked up pace. Her ears perked up when someone approached from behind. 

"Easy now, Aegi," a sultry tone filled the quiet. 

Rumi turned her head over her shoulder. The second horse entered the clearing being ridden by a sharp featured woman with a head of deep magenta. Sitting in front of her on the saddle was a young boy with softly curled mauve hair, giggling as he jerked wildly with the reins. 

"Whoa. Easy. Easy." She took the leather from the boy and pulled the horse to a stop. "We don't need to go trotting off the cliff."

"Especially so close to your coronation, love," Rumi teased with a large grin. 

"Don't remind me. Just means I'll be stuck in that castle for longer than I would like," Mira laughed as she swung off the saddle, pulling the child down with her. She cradled him in her arms, walking over to where her wife was stationed. 

Rumi threaded her fingers through her soft pink locks, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Then we mustn't take these moments for granted."

Mira smirked. "I hadn't planned on it." She pulled Rumi further off her horse, planting a kiss to her lips. Their son squirmed in her arms, trying to break free from the display of affection. 

"Gross," he wretched. 

The two women chuckled into the kiss, pulling away when he began slipping out of his hold. 

"Alright, alright," Mira said, rolling her eyes. "Come on. There is something I want to show you." 

Rumi watched her wife and son step forward, stopping at the edge. Mira set him down and kneeled to the side. She began speaking of the vast stretches of land that was theirs to own and take care of. The boy started asking a billion questions about each feature to which Mira happily answered. 

Rumi's heart swelled at the moment between the two people she loves the most in this world. She would hold onto that memory for the rest of her days.

Her eyes dipped in front of her. She pressed a palm to the gentle bump of her stomach. Their little pack was going to be growing again soon. She whispered to herself. "They both are so perfect, and I know that you will be perfect as well." She caressed the bump and brought her eyes back to her wife and son, a smile of endearment on her face and tears welling in the corners of her eyes. 

What did she do to deserve such a fate?