Prologue
True Mates
Jon POV
Jon awoke restless on his thirteenth name day. He would present today. He would officially be an omega. Everyone was born alpha, beta, or omega, but it wasn't until your thirteenth name day that your second gender instincts started to truly show. When you were truly on your way to becoming a man or woman grown.
Robb had presented just four moons prier, and had already started to take on the duties and expectations as Triath Stark. Assissting Athair and Stiùbhard Poole in the running of the North. Jon was sure he would have to act like a proper omega now. He would no longer be allowed to train in the use of a sword. Jon remembers that Baintighearna Catelyn had thrown a fit when his father had first allowed him to train—she already had to put up with the bastard's presence in her home and he wouldn't even act like a proper omega? Not even in the North were ladies trained in swordsmanship. She would bring this up often, trying to get Tighearna Stark to change his mind, stating that it was setting a bad example for the girls. And Jon couldn't help but think that today would be the day that his father agreed with her. He had always disagreed with her before, but now? Jon wasn't positive in his answer.
So, with a heavy heart Jon rose, dressed, and made his way down to the Great Hall to break his fast. As he walked towards the high table, where his family sat, Jon couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as his siblings turned to give him a cheerful greeting.
"Happy Name Day, Jon!" They exclaimed.
Jon turned to each of them in turn to thank them silently, until his eyes met Robb's. Jon froze, his body tingling with feelings of love and purpose, of home. He opened his mouth to say something, Jon didn't even know. But all that came out was a strangled gasp. Robb was his—
"Mate." And suddenly Robb stood before him, his blue eyes swimming with lust and possessiveness. Before Jon could think to do anything, Robb took him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jon instantly kissed back, the action feeling natural as the two explored each other's mouths.
Finally coming up for air, the two boys became aware of the chaos around them.
"—ill not have that bastard muddy our son's name, Ned!" Baintghearna Catelyn screeched.
"Calm, Cat," Tighearna Stark said. "They are True Mates. Robb's name is fine. I know you don't believe in such things my lady, but this is the North. We believe True Mates are destined by the Gods, the mating will be accepted."
Baintghearna Stark huffed and walked briskly out of the hall, her husband following after her. With the lord and lady gone, the younger Stark siblings surrounded their eldest brothers to give their congratulations.
Amidst Sansa's squeals of excitement, Arya's declarations of violence against anyone who would try to break them apart, Bran's questions about True Mates, and Rickon's giggles, Jon and Robb looked upon each other in pure love.