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((This chapter contains sexual themes and aggression in a minor way))

Chapter 4

Arthur stayed with Number One for the four-day duration of her heat, mating her and guarding her while she slept, which was somewhat unnecessary considering the modern heat room she was locked in, but Arthur was somewhat traditional in staying with his omega mate during her heat.

But now he emerged from the heat room groggy and fatigued, and slightly disoriented. The alpha would return to his own chambers, bathe and rest for the day to recover from the excursion of mating for four days.

But as Arthur made his way to his own chambers, he was intercepted by Nanny Smith.

"Begging your pardon, sir – " she began, but Arthur growled.

"Can this not wait until I am more decently presented?" he demanded, all dishevelled and reeking of Number One's scent.

"It is about Number Two, sir."

Arthur paused, turning to her but he growled again. "Well spit it out! What about him?" he snapped.

"He is refusing to eat, and we fear he may harm himself so he has been restrained for the last four days." She explained calmly, used to the alpha's temper.

But Arthur stared at her. "Why was I not informed of this sooner?!"

"You were tending to Number One, sir. You always said never to disturb you when you were with an omega in heat – "

"Yes, yes." He growled in dismissal, frustrated. "Well there is only one thing to do – you must induce his heat. Once he is mated he will be calm."

"Yes, sir." Nanny Smith inclined her head respectfully, before retreating back to Number Two's quarters while Arthur resumed his journey to his own room, now getting ready for another four-day mating session.

XxX

The clock ticked slowly, monotonously as Francis laid on his bed, his wrists and ankles strapped down with thick leather belts that chafed his skin. He was lying perfectly still, just waiting for the next time some nannies would come in and force more disgusting soup down his throat. But then another sound accompanied the ticking clock.

Hiss.

Francis blinked and looked around, seeing a tiny box in the top left corner of his bedroom that was emitting a strange gas, and he panicked, thinking he was going to die because of this and he started screaming, until he inhaled it and widened his eyes. It wasn't lethal – it was the pheromones of an omega in heat.

The French omega had no choice but to inhale, knowing this was supposed to induce a heat but he could do nothing about it. The pheromones were secreted into the room for over an hour, until Francis began panting and tugging at the restraints, and the room started to lose form around him. Then some nannies came in and freed him from his restraints, stripping off his clothes and checking that he was going into heat.

Francis shot up, but instead of trying to escape, he gathered up his duvets and blankets, carrying them into the heat room and setting upon the task of making a nice comfy nest. It was an omega's instinct to form a comfortable nest before their heat became too strong, and the nannies left him to it, only providing more scent blankets before leaving the room.

XxX

Another hour passed, and Francis lay writhing in his nest, his skin so sensitive it begged for an alpha's touch. His mind was foggy with lust and he gripped the sides of his nest, panting hard as sweat glistened on his body.

"T-Toni…..Toni…." he moaned, his eyes closed as he imagined his alpha mate, his body screaming for him. When the door of the heat room opened, Francis was immediately aware of an alpha's scent and he let out a long moan, not seeing nor caring who it was.

Arthur had been pleased to hear of Francis' heat, and now he stood watching him, already undressed and waiting for Francis to call his name, a wolfish grin on his features as he stared at the writhing omega.

"…T- ah! – Toni…Toni…!" Francis whined, his gaze lidded.

Arthur's expression hardened at this. Antonio was no longer his alpha mate; he should not be calling out for him. And Arthur could not mate with him until Francis gave consent by calling out his name instead.

But the succulent-looking omega would not call Arthur's name, not aware of the alpha's growing frustration. Francis panted and moaned out, the slick glistening between his legs as his body begged to be claimed. But Arthur legally could do nothing until Francis called out for him specifically, and so the alpha crouched in the corner of the heat room, engulfing the omega's body in a predatory gaze and hoping that his name would slip past Francis' soft lips.

XxX

CRASH!

Francis flinched as he curled the blankets tighter around himself, his scent of distress stifling the room as he heard the angry yelling from out in the corridor.

"How dare he?!" Arthur growled, tearing a centuries-old painting down from the wall and ripping it to shreds. "I own him! How dare he reject me?!"

Nanny Smith was watching the alpha's tantrum with cautious eyes. Francis had been locked in his bedroom for his own safety, as his heat had ended and he was still unmated.

Arthur was furious, having spent the four days waiting for the omega to call for him, but he only ever called for Antonio.

"'Toni, oh Toni!'" Arthur mocked, slamming a fist against Francis' bedroom door which made the omega within shrink into his blankets in fear. "What the bloody hell is wrong with him? I'm his alpha now – I'm the only one he should think about!"

"You mustn't be too hard on him, sir…" Nanny smith began hesitantly. "Number Two lost his previous alpha in a very violent manner, and omegas are very sensitive creatures – "

"Bullshit!" Arthur yelled, displaying the typical frustration of an aroused but unmated alpha. "Pack his bags – I'm sending him straight back to the Home and getting my fucking money back!"

The enraged alpha stormed off, his pride wounded by Francis' inadvertent rejection of him.

The Home.

Francis began shaking at the thought, as the Home for Dysfunctional Omegas may look respectable on the outside, but the way omegas were treated in there made Francis sick to his stomach. It was worse for the ones who were sold and sent back.

The French omega's anxiety spiked and he began whimpering and sobbing, his scent of distress so strong that it unsettled Number Three, who began whining as well.

The nannies rushed in to calm both the distressed omegas, and Nanny smith obediently began packing Francis' faded clothes into a suitcase.

Francis whined and gasped as he saw this. "Non, s'il vous plait…- I want to see him!"

"Mr Kirkland is a very busy man, Number Two. He cannot just be at your beck and call – " Nanny Smith began to explain patiently, but she was shocked when Francis began to cry.

"Please….Please I need the chance to redeem myself…" the French omega whimpered, sobbing on his bed. Nanny Smith was usually immune to the charms of a pitiful omega, but her expression softened and she gave a sigh.

"I'll see what I can do, but you must be on your best behaviour." She warned, and Francis nodded obediently.

XxX

Knock knock knock.

"What is it?" came a snarl from the other side of the study door, and Nanny Smith felt rather anxious because she knew the alpha's temper had not calmed.

"I have a request from Number Two, sir." She announced as she opened the door, widening her eyes at the state of the study.

Papers were strewn everywhere, the nicely-polished desk had deep claw lacerations marking it now, and the chair was in a pile of splintered wood at the base of the far wall.

Arthur was stood in the midst of it all, his hair dishevelled and his eyes a fierce green. His lips curled back in a snarl as Nanny Smith entered.

"I don't give a shit about Number Two." He growled in response, but Nanny Smith had been working for Arthur long enough to know that he was not entirely rational at this moment.

"Sir, as his alpha, you have a duty of care towards him." She reminded gently.

"He is not my omega. Does he wear my scent?" Arthur interrogated aggressively. "Does he carry my pup in his belly? Does he fucking call for me when he is in heat?!"

Nanny Smith frowned. "Does his scent of distress not affect you, sir?" she returned calmly, and Arthur hesitated, not interrupting so she continued. "He is a traumatised omega, and you knew that when you decided to buy him, so now you must be considerate of that."

Arthur let out a low growl, but finally sighed. "Well, what does he want?"

"Number Two has asked to see you. He wishes to redeem himself, sir." The beta nanny relayed Francis' request.

Arthur's demeanour changed at this, and he straightened up a little bit. "…He wants to see me? Does this mean he wants to accept me as his alpha?"

Nanny Smith gave a small smile. "I could not say, sir. Perhaps you should go to him and find out for yourself."

The alpha gave a nod and ran a trembling hand through his messy hair, before straightening his tie and tidying up his appearance. "Do I look like a respectable alpha?"

Nanny Smith helped him dust off his jacket, before nodding. "You do, sir."

With her approval, Arthur left the room, making his way to Number Two's wing more than eagerly, thinking he might finally be in with a chance.

A/N: So I have a lot of things I should be doing but instead I'm writing this because I am a responsible person~

But I apologise for slow updating and cannot guarantee it will get any faster because I'm a busy bee, but I will do my best for all you lovely people.

But anyway, will Francis give himself to Arthur? Or do you think he is still too caught up on Toni?

And what do you think of Arthur's fierce alpha temper? Will it be good or bad in the future?

Please review and let me know!

Love you all x