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WARNING: this chapter contains gore and violence!

Chapter 3

Francis opened his eyes blearily, having been woken up by soft kisses to his jaw and neck. He was met with beautiful olive-green eyes and a goofy smile, and that wonderful, familiar scent that was his alpha mate.

"You are so beautiful when you sleep, mi amore~" the Spaniard purred, kissing Francis' lips gently, making the omega blush and giggle.

"Bon matin to you too~" he responded happily, snuggling against Antonio's tanned chest. Every alpha and omega had criticised Francis' acceptance of Antonio as his alpha mate, as the alpha was a little but smaller and not as strong as other alphas, but Francis loved him just the same, because he was caring and gentle, and treated Francis as an individual instead of as an omega to mate with.

Antonio played with Francis' silky blonde hair, smiling as he ran his other hand down Francis' slender back affectionately, connecting their lips again in a soft, loving kiss. Their scent mingled romantically and all Francis could sense was Antonio.

It was why they could not sense the approaching alphas…

XxX

Arthur had had a somewhat sleepless night. Usually he had no problem sleeping alone in his own bed, but since Francis had arrived, the alpha's thoughts were consumed by him. Perhaps it was the way the omega had been so defiant, or perhaps it was just how absolutely beautiful he was – his golden hair and those sapphire eyes… -

The alpha let out a growl and rolled over in his bed, feeling frustrated. He wanted Francis, he wanted to claim him and mate with him, he wanted to have pups with him. But it was all so alarming, because Arthur never allowed himself to favour any particular omega over the others. He couldn't show favouritism, and more importantly he could not allow himself to genuinely care about his omega. Francis – Number Two, was a business asset, and that was all.

The alpha growled and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep, but he soon realised it was already morning and he needed to get up. He was in a sour mood as he got ready for the day, drinking the tea one of the servants had prepared for him, but he decided to visit Francis as he had promised to.

XxX

Francis cried out as an alpha grasped his golden hair and tugged hard, growling in his ear. "This is what happens when you chose a runt for an alpha!"

Antonio was a few feet from Francis, on his knees as three other alphas circled him. The omegas fear scent was heightened by the stench of aggression coming of all the alphas at once. Antonio growled and lunged at one of the alphas, canines bared ready to fight for Francis to the death, and Francis was being forced to watch.

A second alpha pounced on Antonio's back, sinking his teeth into the Spanish alpha's shoulder and he let out a howl of pain, letting go of the one he had lunged at as the third went straight for his jugular.

Francis stared wide eyed as his alpha mate's throat was ripped out, and there was blood, so much blood. He screamed and screamed, as Antonio's beautiful green eyes bulged grotesquely, his mouth open as he gurgled and tried to speak, but only blood escaped his lips. He collapsed on the forest floor, and the three alphas pounced on him, ripping the alpha to shreds before the omega's very eyes –

Francis screamed, his eyes shooting open and he didn't realise he had been dreaming. The air was thick with the omega's distress as he screamed and screamed, traumatised by witnessing the violent death of his alpha mate. He did not hear the hurried jingle of the keys in the lock and he screamed again as Arthur opened the door, having heard Francis' distress and come running instinctively.

The omega launched himself off his bed, curling up in the corner of the room and continuing to scream, his eyes wide and frantic. Arthur felt almost dizzy with the scent of Francis' distress and he closed the door, secreting his own scent designed to soothe the omega. "Number Two, it's alright…you're safe…" he said softly, but Francis was still freaking out.

"Number Two – " Arthur approached the spooked omega, his soothing scent becoming stronger the more he sensed Francis' blatant distress. One of the nannies rushed in, embarrassed that the head of the household felt obligated to deal with a troublesome omega, but Arthur raised a hand to dismiss her, and she retreated out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The French omega had trapped himself in the corner of the room, inadvertently making it easy for Arthur to scoop him up in a comforting but firm embrace. Francis screamed and struggled, one hand lashing out in defence as he thought Arthur meant to hurt him, but the alpha grabbed the hand quickly, his own, strong hand on the back of Francis' head and he eased the omega's head to his own neck, where his scent was strongest.

Francis struggled at first, but at the soothing alpha scent enveloped him he began to calm, touching his delicate nose to Arthur's neck and closing his eyes, inhaling deeply. His mind felt fuzzy from the intensity of the scent, but his anxiety melted away, his scent of distress dissipating gradually and his sobs quietening to muffled sniffles.

"Shhh…." Arthur murmured, holding the meek omega in a strong embrace but not so that it was uncomfortable for him. "You're safe here….You're safe, pet." He tried to make his voice as soothing as he could, but alphas weren't typically meant for being gentle and comforting.

Still, it seemed to be working, as Francis cuddled against him, and once Arthur allowed his arms to be free, he hugged the alpha, clinging to him as he clearly sought comfort from him.

Arthur felt a swell of pride at this and carefully sat on Francis' bed, the omega curled in his lap still taking in his scent in deep, drawn out breaths. His sweet breath was hot on Arthur's neck and his alpha urges were threatening to break his comforting demeanour and take the omega who had become so dependent upon him, but he knew it would break the fragile trust that had formed between them. So the alpha exercised control over his primitive instincts, instead stroking the French omega's soft, blonde hair, holding him close and maintaining his soothing scent until he sensed that Francis was nice and calm.

The alpha and omega stayed that way for a good hour, making Arthur late for work, but being the head of the household and a strong alpha presence was a higher priority than his business, so he did not mind. Francis was new to the household and would understandably need some time to adjust and might need Arthur to spend extra time with him at first; something that the alpha was not opposed to, as Francis was the most attractive omega he had ever owned, and he was more than eager to mate him.

XxX

Francis had worn himself out from his earlier episode and so Arthur had let him rest, leaving Number Two's wing but somewhat reluctantly. All of his omegas would cling to him and seek comfort, but there was something about the French omega that made Arthur want to stay with him and ward off the trauma that the poor creature had experienced. But he had other duties to attend to, one of which was another omega, Number One, who had gone into heat that morning.

When omegas went into heat, it was very uncomfortable and frustrating for them. It was the prime opportunity for their alpha to mate them, as the omega would produce a powerful scent that drove any alpha close enough into such a state of arousal that it was almost impossible to resist. The omega in heat would produce slick, a natural lubricant which would make the process of mating far less painful and far more pleasurable for the omega, and the heat would last around four days.

It was traditional in the past for an alpha to take an omega regardless of what the omega wanted. Nowadays, unfortunately, due to omegas being 'sacred creatures' legally, an alpha could not claim an omega until the omega called out for them specifically whilst in heat. It was the only time when Arthur would permit his omegas to address him by his first name, but every omega he had owned had always been willing to call out for him in the throes of their heat, and so mating with them was a smooth process. The alpha would also stay with the omega for the whole four days, mating them or sleeping in the nest the omega would have made specifically for them. Once successfully mated, the omega would carry their alpha mate's scent to let other alphas know that they were claimed, but the alpha did not always adopt their omega's scent, especially if they had more than one omega mate.

Arthur had wanted so spend more time with Francis, but he dutifully headed to Number One's wing, and the scent of an omega in heat was already very strong and enticing before Arthur had even entered Number One's chambers. The alpha came into the bedroom, his pupils dilating to almost three times their normal size in response to the overpowering scent.

Number One was already in her heat room, and the bed in her bedroom was bare as she had used the bed sheets and duvets to form her nest. Omegas will instinctively build nests for heats or for their newborn pups, for comfort and protection. Omegas with one alpha mate will use blankets with their alpha's scent to help soothe them in their heats, but if the omega remains unmated throughout the duration of their heat, it is a very frustrating and possibly painful process.

The omega in heat was already writhing in her nest, moaning and panting, her skin sensitive and her thighs slicked as she was ready to be mated. Arthur entered the heat room, locking the door behind him so no other alpha could claim her in his place, shedding his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he waited to be summoned, practically trembling with want.

"A-Arthur…..!" she moaned out, reaching up for him – it was all the invitation the alpha needed. The only time Arthur permitted his omega's to use his first name instead of addressing him as 'sir' was when they were in heat, so he could be sure they were consenting to his advances.

The alpha kicked off his trousers and slipped out of his boxers, his member hard and standing to attention as a result of the alluring scent and the sight of the naked, writhing omega before him. He gave a slow grin, before climbing over the begging omega, giving her exactly what she moaned for.

XxX

Francis awoke slowly, feeling calm and serene and he realised he had been wrapped up in a blanket infused with Arthur's scent; he couldn't help cuddling it and inhaling deeply. But he noticed the alpha's absence and sat up a little, his omega instincts wanting him to be close and to hold him, but Francis frowned as he had to remind himself he was nothing but a tool here. The thought made his heart sink, and he found himself longing for his first alpha mate, a beautiful young Spaniard who had never once been unkind to him.

The French omega gave a heavy sigh, remembering his lover's touch and his soft words, his purring accent and his sweet kisses. Arthur was nothing like that – doubtless he found Francis' earlier episode a nuisance and had only comforted him so he would not damage himself and become a waste of money.

This left an almost bitter taste in Francis' mouth, and he kicked the scent blanket off him, throwing it across the bedroom angrily. He was an omega, and as such deserved a single, devoted alpha mate, not to be made into a 'pup-factory'.

His thoughts were interrupted as a nanny came in with food for him, but she revealed it was a plate of salad, nothing more.

"May I have some meat?" he asked softly, and politely.

The nanny only looked at him. "You will eat this and remain healthy. Omegas bodies cannot handle the rich flavours of meat – it makes them unwell." She said matter-of-factly, but Francis knew that was a lie.

Meat was expensive, so of course Arthur would not waste it on his omegas.

Francis frowned but snatched the food, munching on a piece of lettuce unhappily. "Where is Art'ur?" he asked casually, but the nanny stiffened.

"You shall always address your alpha as Mr Kirkland, you disrespectful thing." She scolded, frowning and crossing her arms over her broad chest. "He is tending to Number One, who went into heat this morning. He will not be available for another three days."

Francis felt a twist in his stomach at this, and he pushed the rest of the salad away. "I am no longer hungry."

The nanny frowned. "If you do not eat, you will be restrained and force-fed, Number Two."

"My name is Francis!" he snapped, lashing out at the plate of food and sending it to the floor where the plate smashed.

The nanny frowned but then blew a slender whistle she kept around her neck, prompting five other staff, some strong beta males as well as beta nannies to come in and seize the unruly omega. Francis began to scream again, as he was tied down harshly to his bed.

"Let go of me! Let go!" he cried out, his eyes widening as he saw one of the nannies preparing a syringe and he screamed again. "Non!"

But he could do nothing but struggle until he felt the sharp pain of the syringe in his arm, letting out a scream that subsided into nothing more than a low groan as he felt his limbs become leaden and then he somewhat forgot what he had been so distressed about, lolling his head back. His vision was blurry and he was only half-aware of one of the beta nannies spoon-feeding him a soup that had been prepared so the omega could eat without harming himself.

He just felt like he was floating, letting out a soft whine. "…T-Toni…" he whimpered, before losing his grip on the world entirely.

A/N: Hello guys!~ So what did you think of this chapter?

Poor Toni…

What do you think Arthur will do when he hears about Francis being unruly?

And what about Arthur starting to feel something for his French omega?~

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