"Lovino? Lovino! Lovi please help! Lovi don't let them take me! LOVINO!"
"Where are you taking me? Where's Alfred? My brother? Who are you - wait - LET GO OF ME! LET GO! LET-"
Two Omegas lay unconsious in a wagon, being driven along a rough, bumpy road towards the huge castle that loomed dangerously over the city. They were both beautiful - and well sought after due to their pretty faces and wide hips, (which were perfect for child bearing.) Both Omegas had been taken against their will, torn away from family and friends, and neither knew where they were going; or why.
One was by the name of Feliciano Vargas; an eighteen year old peasant boy from the poorest area in the city. He worked - or used to work - on the tomato fields alongside his twin brother Lovino, who wasn't particularly pleased when a group of Betas broke into their cottage and bundled the terrified Omega into a potato sack. His twin, who was also an Omega, tried desperately to fight the Betas off, to protect his little brother, but it was of no use. If he was a little bit more . . . Omega-like . . . Then maybe he would have been taken too, but his narrow hips and argumentative nature made him 'undesirable' to the buyers.
The second Omega in the wagon was the slightly younger Matthew Williams. He was taken at the younger age of sixteen. He was the half-brother of Alfred Jones; son of the wealthy Lord Jones. Matthew was a bastard child - he was born to a woman who seduced his father into bedding her, and things went downhill from there. When he was born, his father kicked his mother out - and she died on the streets. Matthew was unwanted; hated; ignored. Lord Jones treated the Omega as if he didn't exist, and soon enough became bored of Matthew being around. It was Lord Jones who called the Betas over to take Matthew, and Alfred was disgusted when he found out. The Alpha son of the wealthy Lord tried to fight away as many of the kidnappers as possible, but his efforts were put to waste. Matthew was sedated and dragged away, whilst Alfred was held back by his father.
The dirty, wooden wagon finally pulled to a stop outside of the castle, and a figure hurried down the steps. "Are these the Omegas promised?" He asked with a grunt, staring at the unconscious boys.
"Aye, your majesty, two healthy Omegas, as promised." The man - King Frederik - ushered the men inside, carrying the Omegas as if they were mere cargo.
"They look fit for child bearing." The King nodded, eyeing the rags on the older, and the slighter more richer looking clothing on the younger. "Two different families?"
"Yessir." Another Beta responded. "One is a peasant boy from the edge of town, and the other is the bastard child of Lord Jones." The King raised his eyebrows.
"And both are pure?"
"Both are pure, sir." With a nod of agreement, the King pointed towards the dungeons.
"Store them in there. I will retrieve them in the morning for my sons. If they are pleasing to the princes, then we shall keep them." The Betas bowed their heads in respect, then hurried away with Feliciano and Matthew.