Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic, omegaverse, MPreg, mature themes, medieval time period, major/minor character deaths, violence, discrimination against genders, stereotyping, moral ambiguity, social injustice, really slow burn, angst, childhood Klaine, age gap (by 12 years), Klaine, side Niff and Brittana, bit of kurtbastian and other warnings will be posted in future chapters cause I can't name them all


I've been having this idea to write an omgeaverse klaine fanfiction for a long time and here it finally is! I've been so excited to write this and am proud to announce that I finally have a beta for this fanfiction and I must thank Kucheeka!


Act I: The Death of the Northern Queen

Northern Kingdom's Castle

Burt snarled in silence as he paced his castle's hallway in fury. Back and forth, the proud, strong King of the North Alpha is close to falling to his knees. Burt looks out of his castle's windows and sees the sun has disappeared. He has been pacing since twilight, not once leaving the door unguarded to his private bed chambers.

No one except for nurses and servants are allowed to enter, not even the Alpha King himself. When the doors finally open, Burt immediately turns and hears his wife screaming in pain. The smell of her anxiety made Burt whimper in distress. Burt's chest tightens in agony as a whine rips out of him, the yearning to be with his mate, to comfort her in her time of need is unbearable. His alpha instincts are screaming to be with his mate, touch her, nuzzle her skin, and kiss her pain away.

"How is my mate doing?" Burt asked as the door closes, and the sound of her screaming is now faint.

The Beta servant jumped up surprised to still see the King pacing outside his bed chambers. She quickly bows her head in respect before answering.

"The Queen has finally went into labor, your Grace. She will be delivering soon as the other nurses and servants are helping her in the process," the Beta servant answered softly.

"How long will her labor last?" the anxious feeling in Burt becomes worse, a nauseous feeling unsettling in his stomach.

"I do not know, your Grace. I was told to fetch hot water and rags."

"Then go!" Burt snapped at the nurse who flicked back. Burt seeing her reaction, took a deep breath in and tried to calm his anxiety.

"Apologies. I did not mean to frighten you. I am just anxious for my wife. What is your name?"

"Remley, your Grace," Remley said hesitantly as she quickly glanced up at the Northern King only to, just as quickly, stared back down at the floor her fingers fidgeting.

"Remley, please go and fetch the hot water and rags," Burt said softly this time.

Remley nodded her head and ran off to the end of the hallway to go to the kitchens.

Burt signed and began to pace again, his anxiety getting worse and worse by the minutes that pass every time he is not with his mate.

Soon, a shadow figure appears and the scent of an alpha catches Burt's nose. He looks up to see his loyal friend, right hand advisor and older brother to the Queen, Grand Duke Alpha Vlad of House Wadleigh. Vlad walked up to his king and smiled sympathetically.

"How is dear Elizabeth doing?" he asked.

"She went into labor. I just heard her scream in pain," Burt mumbled, continuing to pace.

"She will be fine Burt. Trust your mate, my little sister, to handle this. Omega's for centuries are born to give birth to royal family's heirs. Elizabeth is no different," Vlad said patting his friend gently on the arm.

Burt tried to tell himself that too. That omega's are capable of having litters and will be fine after the pups are born; however, that still doesn't calm the unsettled feeling that Burt has in his guts.

"Have you thought about names?" Vlad asked, sliding down on the ground as his friend paced.

"No, Lizzy said that she wants to see the children first before she names them," Burt answered.

"Then who do you want as your heir?"

"Whoever the first alpha is to be delivered."

Vlad nodded his head. Burt is following the traditional way of announcing his heir. The first born who is an alpha. Vlad looked out the window and saw the cold winter winds wailing against the window. The blizzard outside is the worse they have seen this whole winter. There is nothing but the darkness and the white snow.

"Lizzy will be fine Burt. You have the best physicians and servants tending to her. She will survive this like our mother did and her mother before her. Why don't you come with me to the council room? Your advisors need you to discuss this years remaining winter's food stock until spring," Vlad asked to distract his friend as he got up from the floor.

Burt shook his head. "I do not want to leave. I need to be here with Lizzy. I want to see my pups as soon as they are born and scent them."

Vlad nodded his head in understanding. All new alpha parents are always unsettled when they are not with their mates during their delivery.

"We can have this meeting in the morning then. Goodnight your Grace, I wish you and my dear sister the best."

Burt lightly smiled and bid his friend goodbye as he hummed and went back to his pacing. Remley quickly came back with a bucket of hot water and rags soaked inside as she knocked on the door to be opened. Burt not being able to see anything, heard the screams of his wife and the physicians asking her to push again. The door closes again, all Burt could think of in that moment is, how in the world he is going to be able to survive when his mate is screaming in agony. After what seemed like long gruesome hours, did finally all the Beta physicians and servants come out of his chambers.

"What happened? How is she doing?" Burt immediately demanded as the physicians and servants bowed their heads.

"The Queen is very tired and needs rest your Grace, but she is doing fine like any omega after labor," one of the physicians said dejectedly.

"But?" Burt asked feeling his chest tighten and his sense of time starting slow down as his heart starts thundering inside him.

"But, one pup did not make it," the physician said softly.

Burt swallowed the lump in his throat, his voice suddenly tight that he found difficulty to breathe.

"The pup was a stillborn, your Grace. It was already dead when it was delivered. There was nothing we could do about it."

Burt nodded his head, feeling a piece of him lost with his dead pup and unbearable sorrow mixed with pain and his anxiety.

"How many pups survived?" he choked out.

"The Queen only had two pups. Only one pup survived."

Burt nodded his head, rubbing his chest in hopes the pain he is feeling will magically go away. "You may go now. Have the nurses and servants clean up and then no one disturb us. Burn the stillborn and put the ashes into a jar," Burt dismissed as he opened the door to his private chambers.

As soon as Burt walked in, the smell of a dead infant was the first scent he picked up. Looking at his bed chambers, he saw hot water with rags covered in blood. The clear water, now red. He looked at the table with a crib and saw a soft bundle covered in cloth. His stillborn pup. Burt felt tears in his eyes, as he stared at the dead pup, the smell of something dead getting stronger and a faint scent of an omega.

"I'm sorry," a choked whisper came out.

Burt turned around and saw his beautiful omega wife covered in sweat as she held their surviving pup. Tears were spilling out of her crystal blue eyes as she wept silently, not wanting to disturb her newborn from breastfeeding. The unpleasant smell emanating from his mate made Burt's nose burn, telling him that she's in distress. Burt quickly rushed to her side and laid on the bed putting one arm around her shoulders and the other on the arm that was holding their child.

"Hush," Burt whispered gently kissing her temple, his hand caressing her cheek. "You did amazing my love. Do not apologize for something nature did."

"I-I wanted to give you so many pups like a Queen should, but I failed. I failed at my responsibility as Queen to produce children for you," Elizabeth cried out. Burt nuzzled her cheek with his nose, kissing away her tears, hopping his scent will soothe her aguish.

"You can still give me pups Lizzy. We can always try again during your next heat, but for now, let us only think of the positive. We have a child!" Burt exclaimed in a joyful tone, as he leaned down to smell his newborn. An Alpha, "And not just any child, but an Alpha! You have given me an heir for our kingdom. That is all that I asked. You did your job wonderfully Lizzy," Burt praised looking down at his child for the first time. A large pup for an alpha, and soft porcelain skin he got from Lizzy.

"Kurt," Elizabeth said quietly.

"Hm?" Burt hummed as he snapped out of his daze from looking at his first born pup.

"His name is Kurt. Prince Kurt of House Hummel, Heir to the Hummel Kingdom, First Born of Alpha Burt and Omega Elizabeth Hummel."

"That is our son's name?"

"Yes. I wanted him to have the same name as you but knew you would refuse," Elizabeth said caressing her son's soft cheek in her arms. Kurt stopped sucking on his mother's tit and nuzzled into her touch as he yawned and started to sleep.

"Prince Kurt of House Hummel is the perfect name for our son," Burt said with pride. "I am so proud of you."

Elizabeth smiled tiredly as she rested her head on Burt's shoulder, smelling his scent for comfort. Burt hummed in happiness as he rested his chin on her head looking at their son.

"Sleep Lizzy, you will need all of your strength once Kurt wakes up and demands to be fed."

Elizabeth nodded her head and closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as she dreamed of the future.


"Your Grace!" Came a sudden cry of hopelessness as the door to their bed chambers opened.

Burt groggy from being interrupted of sleep quickly got up as he looked at Lizzy who's just started to wake as Kurt started to cry from the loud noise.

"What is the meaning of this interruption?!" Burt demanded getting up from bed and going to Remley who dared to open the door without permission.

"I-I am so sorry your Grace, but we desperately need your help! The East Tower is burning down!" Remley cried in panic.

Burt eyes widen as he felt himself now fully awake.

"Burning?! My castle is burning down! Get all servants, guards, everyone to fetch all the buckets we have and fill them with water. Any bucket that is outside we can use the snow to throw it over the fire. I will be there momentarily," Burt ordered.

Remley nodded her head and rushed out of the bed chambers as Burt went back to Lizzy who has the look of confusion written all over her face.

"What's going on love? What is with the commotion?" Elizabeth said with a yawn as she hushed Kurt to be quiet.

"The East Tower is burning down and I need to be there to see that it goes out. I'll be back soon, continue to sleep, it won't take me long," Burt said dressing himself of his winter cloak and winter boots as he walked out closing the door behind him. Burt's alpha instincts were screaming at him to no leave his mate alone but knew that this is a serious issue. Burt quickly rushed outside of his castle to where bright light was shining and shouting were being made.

"If there is no water in a bucket then use the snow and throw it on!" yelled one of the Beta servants.

"Your Grace!" Vlad shouted as he ran up to Burt and looked at the burning tower wide eyed, "What in the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, but I don't like this feeling I am getting in my gut," Burt said grabbing a bucket and scooping it with snow as he threw it at the fire as Vlad copied his movements. It was not until the sun started to shine did the fire finally go out. All the servants and guards were panting as they all cheered at their accomplishments.

But Burt didn't feel the happiness he expected to feel, instead he felt pain. Pain all over his body. The pain felt like all of his muscles and limbs were being torn apart, to the point where his legs gave out on him and he fell to the ground panting at this unbearable pain. Burt felt like a part of his soul is being ripped in two and repeatedly stabbed.

"Your Grace?" Vlad asked kneeling next to Burt with tone concerned.

"W-what am I feeling?" Burt choked out clenching his hand at his shirt.

"What do you mean? Perhaps you're just tired from the lack of sleep?"

Burt shook his head. "No, I have never felt this feeling before. It feels like my body is being ripped in two. What is this pain that I am feeling?"

Vlad nodded his head and yelled for a servant to fetch their physicians, saying their King is in pain. Vlad put Burt's arm around his shoulder and lead decided to lead him to the medical room.

"No," Burt huffed in agony. "Take me to Lizzy. I need to be by her side."

Vlad nodded his head and help Burt walk all the way there. The closer to they got, the intense feeling of pain grow stronger. As they got closer to the door did they hear a pup crying.

"Kurt," Burt breathed out as he quickly tried to get into his bed chambers. Burt pushed the doors to open and was greeted with the sight of his mate, bleeding on their bed using her body to shield Kurt danger. Burt collapsed to the ground the pain he is feeling growing stronger by the minute until it was so unbearable he snapped.

"AHHHHH!" Burt screamed out of his lungs rushing to his mate only to touch her fating warm skin. Burt felt tears pour out of his eyes as he cradled his dead mate in his arms.

"Lizzy," Burt sobbed brushing away her chestnut hair her pale blue eyes staring at him dead. "Lizzy! No! Please be alive!" Burt screamed shaking her body forcefully hopping to shake her alive.

"WAKE UP LIZZY!" But demanded pressing her body against his, feeling a part of his soul die.

"Burt," Vlad said softly, "the physician is here."

The physician slowly walked up to Burt who snarled at him pressing his mate's body closer to him. Burt's body immediately released his Alpha pheromones telling everyone to not get any closer.

"Grand Duke Vlad, our King is going feral. We cannot get near him at all unless we want to die."

"Then get a wet nurse for our Prince. He needs our top priority as he is a pup with no omega mother. I will try to talk to the King to get him out of this feral," Vlad order as he stepped into the room with Burt growling at him.

"Burt," Vlad said calmly, "I need you to calm down. We need a physician to look at Lizzy. Please Burt, your Kingdom needs you right now. Think about your people, think about your son! He needs you now more than ever as he does not have a mother to raise him."

Something must have gotten through to Burt as he stopped growling.

"My son," Burt said. "I have a son. Lizzy had our son. His name is Kurt. An alpha, my heir."

Vlad nodded his head as he stepped closer to Burt until he was touching his shoulder. "Yes Burt, your son. Think about Kurt and try to calm your breathing. A wet nurse will be here shortly to feed him."

"Kurt doesn't need a wet nurse. Lizzy is right here to feed him, right Lizzy?" Burt asked kissing his mate's forehead.


The news of the Queen's death spread rapidly all over the Northern Kingdom in a few hours. Everyone mourned over her death and questioned as to who could do something this vile. Since the Queen's death, nobody has seen the King as he isolated himself in his study refusing to eat, sleep, and even seeing his son. The only thing the King demanded was to have a bottle of their finest wine be dropped off every hour. Everyone could understand why. He lost his mate, his love, his Queen, as did the rest of the North.

"Your Grace," Vlad said knocking on the door again to the king's study. "May I come in?"

"Enter," said a hallowed voice.

Vlad took a deep breath and entered the dank room. The room is dark and trashed, papers, books, paintings were destroyed. Even the windows were being covered by thick curtains.

"What did you find?" Burt asked from his seat not glancing at Vlad.

Vlad turned his head to see his best friend look awful. His clothing covered in the smell of alcohol, his hair unkempt, and dark bags appear under his eyes. The smell of something soul, a stench in the room, as there were empty wine bottles everywhere.

"Something I wished to have never found out. The physician said a dagger was the weapon used that killed Lizzy. She suffered from multiple stab wounds to the heart," Vlad answered quietly.

"What did the dagger look like?" Burt asked in a slurred voice as poured himself another glass of wine and gulping it down only to pour himself another glass.

"It is a dagger from the Southern Kingdom," Vlad said in a bitter tone. "A dagger with the Anderson House sigil. King Victoria must have ordered an assassin to kill Lizzy, Burt. She declaring war on our kingdom."

"No," Burt said anger in his voice. "Not unless I strike the first move. I want 500 men ready to prepare for war as soon as possible. They are going to destroy the border between the North and South. I will have my vengeance against House Anderson. Send word to all of my allies to help me in this war. Tell them what we have found out. Tell the whole kingdom that the South has declared war on us!"

Vlad nodded his head.

"Yes, your Grace," Vlad said bowing his head and left to issue the order.


"Did you do as I asked."

"Yes," Remley said nodding her head sobbing. "Please don't do this. Please! I did as you told me to! Don't make me do this! I don't want to die!"

The shadow figure standing in front of her grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, but I'm afraid you have to. After all you did stab the Queen to death. It's only fair to commit suicide for your sins."

"But y-you told me to! Please I really don't want to die," Remley cried out staring at the shining metal.

Remley looked at the cloaked person in front of her. A laughing elephant mask staring down at her with glee.

"Kill yourself."

Remley ran the dagger through her throat, her mouth coughing out blood as her hands pulled the dagger out only to push it back in a new area of her throat until her body falling to the ground, blood pouring out of her.

"My good little Remley. It was fun playing with you because you were so obedient, perhaps too obedient," The laughing elephant masked person said walking over the dead body.

"Finally, another war begins."


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