Loud cries filled the empty halls of the main house. A crowd has gathered at a single room to get a glance at the source of the cries. The potent smell of blood didn't stop curious onlookers from trying to sneak a peek at the new young master. Hushed murmurs from the observers discuss what the newcomer looks like. Perhaps it was a beautiful little princess. No, it is most definitely a little prince, the mistress had been too large from it to be anything but a strong prince. It must be an alpha then, but that would mean two alpha children. Hopefully young master Alfred will take kindly to his new sibling if they happen to be an alpha.
The murmurs were silenced, however, when a small body pushed its way through the crowd. Making themselves scarce, the eager servants made way for the young boy to enter the crowded chamber. Getting past the crowd the child stopped dead in his tracks. Laying on the large bed was his mother, sweating and wincing in pain every so often, but smiling softly at the figure in the wet-nurse's arms. Alice's green eyes never left the fussing newborn as the wet-nurse walked around the bed to hand the child to its father.
The whimpering child is lifted into the air by the beta where it could be seen by all. The child is indeed male, its tiny wings were stained a dark pink from not yet having a proper bath. His eyes were closed tight, blocking wandering eyes from seeing the colour. As Arthur turns to show off his new greatest joy, gasps and murmurs start again. Decorating the back of the baby is a white tattoo like a double helix. Opening at the nape of his neck the helix grew smaller as it reaches the bottom of his spine. This child is an alpha.
Handing the baby back to the wet-nurse again Arthur grabs his wife's hand, kissing her forehead. A female beta hands him a damp cloth which he uses to wipe the sweat from her exhausted face. The female beta adjusts the blankets over Alice's sore body before leaving the bedside. The wet-nurse returns with their newly washed son wrapped in a soft blue blanket who is placed in his mother's arms.
"What will you call him?" The question is asked by the head chef accompanied by many nods from the other eagerly awaiting servants. Arthur glances at the crowd by the door, then to his wife who gives him a small nod of approval.
"We've decided on the name Kyle." Arthur tells them, looking at his new born son with gentle fondness.
"Master Arthur must have good blood to be blessed with two alpha sons." The nurse says, still standing at the bedside. Arthurs nod is almost mechanical as he is unable to take his eyes off his child. Not even the calls from the servants demanding where Alfred is running off too can pull Arthurs attention away from his new little miracle.
Alfred can no longer stand being in that room. His body itches to get up on his mother's bed and claw out the eyes of this little brat. An alpha brat no less, who thinks he can come into Alfred's home and steal the spotlight. The blood is pumping so loud in his ears he doesn't even hear what his father is saying before he's running out of the room. The servants call out after him, but Alfred keeps running feeling betrayed, furious and weak. He knew that his mother was going to have another baby, but that baby wasn't supposed to be an alpha like him. He is old enough now to understand that two alphas under one household would have to fight each other often to maintain dominance. Fighting isn't something the angry alpha was looking forward too.
Exiting the house through an open window Alfred spread his wings and took to the sky. It has been almost four years since Alfred was able to fly on his own. A year after being re-motivated by Simon, the alpha had taken his first flight. Flying over the tops of the trees and looking down at his home from the sky had been the best feeling in his life. He never went more than a day without flying, it made him feel alive; the sky gave him the freedom to be anything that he wanted with no restrictions. Free from his father, his teachers and now his little brother.
Just beyond the garden Alfred spots a person making their way to the forest. Wondering why there is someone outside and not inside celebrating his brother's birth, Alfred folds his wings close to his back diving from the ground. Seeing the alpha coming straight for them the person stops, covering their face with their arms preparing for impact. Just before hitting the ground however, Alfred snaps his wings out, stopping himself before slamming into the older Angel. With a few beats of his powerful wings Alfred lowers his feet to the ground in front of the tense Angel.
A moment passes, Alfred watching the person curiously before speaking.
"What are you doing out here?" He says, moving forward to peek under the arms of the Angel to see their face. Hearing Alfred's voice the Angel hesitantly removes their arms from their head. A smile comes to Alfred's face when he recognises the older Angel. "Simon! I didn't know you were here!" Alfred exclaims in excitement. Simon has been spending a lot of his time in the soldier's settlements training new recruits.
"Yes, I came to say goodbye to your father but it seems he's preoccupied at the moment." Simon says, smiling at Alfred and fondly ruffling his hair. The rate Alfred was growing was phenomenal, it was hard to tell that he's an eleven-year-old boy with the way that he was growing physically. Muscles in his arms and legs were starting to become noticeable, he was quickly growing to the height of a teenaged beta. Blond hair had been cut above his ears, a stray strand stuck up in the partition. Bright deep blue eyes that were usually full of happiness and life seemed to be replaced with frustration and irritation. Simon assumes these were temporary emotions, but still had him unsettled.
"Goodbye? Where are you going?" Alfred grips Simons white shirt, a silent plea for the omega not to go. Seeing Simon outside and not cooing over his brother like the rest of house has him thinking Simon is on the same page as him, as in not caring about the new alpha. Everyone would ignore him now, but Alfred hopes that Simon would at least be around to help him and his friends with their flying. Frey and Leo could both fly rather well, it was Timothy and Sophia that need the most help and Alfred couldn't help all of them at the same time. If Simon left Alfred would have no adult to turn too, that's something he absolutely could not live with. "Please don't go," Alfred says under his breath in a begging tone.
A light chuckle comes from Simon, causing Alfred to tilt his head back to look up at the older Angel. Simon kneels in front of Alfred and puts a hand on his shoulder. The omegas gentle dark blue eyes look at Alfred with the same stare Arthur had given his new brother. It makes Alfred's heart beat faster and a warm feeling grow in his stomach. A light squeeze on his shoulder makes the alpha shift a step closer to the kneeling omega.
"I'll only be gone for two weeks and then I'll be back." Simon says, his voice is gentle and reassuring.
"Why?" Alfred whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll start to cry. Simon immediately hears the quiver in Alfred voice and wonders if Alfred is truly going to cry because he is leaving.
"My… heat, it's coming soon so I have to leave for a little while." Simon explains, embarrassed to have to talk about something so private. Alfred's eyes widen at Simons response and his feeling of sadness is gone as quickly as it came. Alfred always forgets about omega and their heats, his mother being very private about it and other omegas sneak away and are back before he even notices they're gone. Omegas heats only last for five days two times a year so it's easy for them to sneak away and be back to work after a week. But Simon said two weeks, were male omegas heats different then?
"Then why two weeks?" Alfred blurts out, not even giving a thought to what his question entails before letting it slip past his lips. A bashful blush comes to Simon's cheeks, his eyes shift to glance at the ground, his hand falling from Alfred's shoulder. Simon can't bring himself to tell the young alpha he's found someone to spend his heat with, it'd be too risky. He trusts Alfred, but if he was to accidently let that information slip Simon could find himself in more trouble than it's worth.
"Alfred, you should be with your new brother, not out here with me." Simon says, avoiding the question altogether. The anger and irritation returns to Alfred's features at the mention of his brother. He takes a step away from the male omega, turning his head to the side and frowning at the ground. That little rat is going to be the only thing people are going to talk about for a long time. Alfred is already sick of hearing about the new little prince, and Simon is the last person Alfred wants to hear about his new brother from.
"No, he's stupid and I hate him." Alfred grumbled, his lip pulling into a snarl as he thinks about the love the baby is probably receiving at the moment. A look of shock came to Simons face at Alfred's words. Alfred had been so happy to get a new sibling and now he suddenly hated them, why?
"You hate him, why? I thought you were excited for him." Simon frowns, confused he gets up from his kneeling position.
"Because," was Alfred's simple reply, a pout on his lips, his eyebrows curved into a deep frown. Simon sighs, reaching out his hand for Alfred to take, realizing exactly what was going on. Alfred is jealous, he probably doesn't know it or understand that he's jealous, but he is. Reluctantly, the young boy took the offered hand and let the blue-eyed male walk them over to the shade of a tree. Simon couldn't completely understand the jealousy Alfred is feeling because he has no siblings of his own, but he does know jealousy for female omegas. He'd give anything to have the same rights as the females.
The omega let go of Alfred's hand and sits down with his back against a large pine tree, setting his bag down to the side. He takes a moment to adjust his wings till he's leaning back without crushing the delicate white feathers. Alfred stands looking down at Simon, contemplating for a moment before to Simon's surprise, sits himself down between the omegas legs. The older Angel could tell Alfred is unsure if his actions were acceptable from how tense the young boy's shoulders were. Simon smiles gently, bringing his hands up and around the tips of the white wings to Alfred's shoulders, pushing the alphas back against his abdomen.
Alfred relaxes as soon as his back rests against Simon, the boy shifts until his wings are comfortably placed on Simon's front. He feels safe and warm when the omegas arms wrap around his shoulders, resting on his chest. He doesn't know why, but seeing Simon sitting on the ground the way he had been gave him the impulse to sit as close as possible to the blue eyed Angel. Alfred needs this, needs to be held by someone, needs to be close to someone who he truly believes cares for his wellbeing and not his status. He doesn't know why, but something about the omega resting behind him made him feel more at home then when he lays in his own bed.
Removing one arm from Alfred's chest Simon brings a hand to Alfred's hair, slowly running his fingers through the silky strands. They sit for a long moment together like this. It calms both of them; Alfred feeling less angry, Simon less anxious. A light breeze rustling the trees behind them is the only noise along with their steady breathing. After a while longer Simon opens his mouth to speak.
"I'll never truly be able to understand how you feel because I'm not an alpha, but I can tell you that it will make your life much easier if you take care of your brother instead of hate him." Alfred shifts at Simon's words, looking ready to say something so the older Angel tightens his hold on the young boy. "Hear me out, I'm not against you I just want your life to be filled with happiness." The alpha continues to squirm in his arms so Simon lets him go. Alfred shifts his body until he's turned around to face the omega. Alfred doesn't say anything, he merely looks at Simon, waiting for him to continue.
"To be happy you must do what you believe is best for you, no one knows what that is but you. However, know that being kind and accepting will bring not only yourself happiness, but others too." Simon pushes Alfred bangs from his face and cups his cheek. "You are strong, strong enough to protect the things you love so you absolutely have to. Your little brother isn't strong yet, you have to look after him, be a responsible big brother; think you can do that?" Simon watches Alfred frown in thought.
"How do I do that?" The alpha asks, nuzzling the palm of Simon's hand, feeling frustrated.
"Teach him everything you know, he'll want to be become like you and is less likely to fight you. So you have to become stronger, if you let him become stronger he'll take the things you love. Become the strongest and protect him instead of fight him." Cupping both of the young boys cheeks Simon looks into the boy's bright blue eyes with his own passionate dark blue. "Love, Alfred. Learn to love him, when you love something you must protect it no matter what, even if it means giving up your life, you must become strong and protect the things you love; do you understand?" Simons tone is laced with seriousness, passion and a hint of something Alfred thinks is guilt.
By now Alfred's body is trembling in determination, yes that's what he'll do, he will become strong, he will protects the things he loves, promises that he will. He will train hard, study hard, and never give up to become stronger. No one with be able to parallel to him, and he'll do it all to protect.
"Okay, I will do it, I will protect my brother and the things I love." Alfred says with a nod of his head.
"Good." The older Angel says, hugging Alfred to his body on impulse. He holds Alfred close for a short moment. Feeling the hug not being returned Simon is about to let go when two small but strong arm embraces his stomach area. They sit in their embrace for a while longer, then Simon whispers softly into Alfred's ear. "You'll be the greatest hero ever."
The words have Alfred jumping out of his arms and running around in excitement. His wings thrash around as he rants on about being a strong hero. The alpha has Simon chuckling when he picks up a stick and 'protects' the omega from invisible enemies. Alfred turns back and gives Simon the biggest, brightest smile he's ever seen from the boy. For a minute Simon can't do anything but stare at the boy's smile. This is it, this was the smile that should be adorning Alfred's face forever. A beautiful happy grin that would pull to his lips always.
Standing from the ground Simon picks up his bag, the strap coming up between his shoulder blades and tying in the front of his chest. Once the bag is tied tight enough to his liking the omega stretches out his white wings, giving them an experimental flap before Alfred is wrapped around his waist in a hug. They embrace one last time, Simon being the first to break their hug and move away from the tree. He turns to look back at Alfred, the boy still has a smile on his face, but it's a sad one.
"Don't worry I'll be back soon." Simon says reassuringly. "You know I think I saw fresh baked sweets in the kitchen, why don't you go get some before going to see your new baby brother?" Again Alfred's face is lighting up and with one last wave the young alpha is off the ground and flying back to the servant's quarters. Simon waits a moment longer before letting his hand fall back to his side. A feeling of sadness washes over the Angel, but is quickly pushed away. He can't be feeling like this, not now, he must be positive, he must give Alfred all the support necessary to realize his new dream. With that thought in mind Simon gets a running start into the clearing and takes off into the sky.
As silently as possible Alfred attempts to open the door leading into the kitchen. He wouldn't want to get caught stealing sweets, especially before dinner. Finally getting the door open, Alfred peeks in to see if anyone is around. To his surprise not a single soul occupies the kitchen, then again everyone is probably still in the main house with his parents and brother. Stepping into the kitchen Alfred closes the door behind him and makes a beeline for the island. The smell of oatmeal muffins fill Alfred's nose, though it's not the smell of fresh out of the oven muffins he's normally used to snatching. Either way his hand reaches across the island for the treat. Before he can get his hand on one the sound of a door opening and slamming shut has Alfred ducking behind the island.
The sound of footsteps get closer and the alpha has excuses running through his head, mulling over which one would be best to use. It would be even worse if he's caught goofing around when his brother has just been born, he'll never hear the end of it from his father. The clicking of a heeled shoe against the stone floor tells Alfred it's probably a woman who has entered the kitchen, maybe a cook or Leo's mother, just don't let it be Mari-Ann Alfred; prays silently. When the footsteps stop on the opposite side of the island the young boys eyebrows frown in confusion. Maybe he hasn't been seen and the person is only here to grab something for his mother. An irritated, frustrated sound comes from them before a sound of something slamming onto the islands wooden surface causes Alfred to jump in surprise.
"That little brat." The person hisses and Alfred immediately knows the voice as Mari-Ann's. The Angel boys hand flies straight to his mouth to cover any noise that may escape. This is it, his final moments, his father has sent Mari-Ann to get him and these might be his last few breaths. Mari-Ann is never rude or mean to Alfred, but she is just as strict, she also lectures him as much as Arthur. The last time the alpha had been caught in the kitchen snatching goodies his nanny had scolded him for what felt like forever. That was something Alfred definitely did not want to repeat, he can only imagine it will be worse because Mari-Ann sounds angry.
When Mari-Ann starts walking again Alfred's wings curl around his shoulders in an attempt to hide himself. Mari-Ann, however, doesn't come around the side of the table, but from what Alfred can tell she is making her way to the entrance of the tower. Curiosity getting the better of him, the Angel shuffles to the edge of the island to peek around the corner. He is only able to see a fraction of Mari-Ann's figure- mostly her ruffled wings, but she was definitely now stopped at the door to the tower. Her fist came down on the wood of the rickety old door with a frustrating growl.
"Do you hear me you spoiled little monster!" Mari-Ann yells at the door. "Consider yourself lucky I still drag my ass up to feed your feeble carcass!" To hear curse words from the beta woman shocked Alfred greatly, but confusion overtook that shock. Who was his nanny talking to? Could there really be a monster living in the tower? Was that why no one ever went up there? Alfred was moving back behind the island when Mari-Ann slammed her first once more against the door before turning on her heels and leaving through the door that leads into the main house.
A minute or two goes by before Alfred's crawling from his hiding space. He glances around the kitchen area, confirming that Mari-Ann has left and the kitchen is once again empty. Bare feet advance around the island to the opposite side where the beta Angel had been standing. A single empty plate has been left on the surface. The dull blue plate seems undamaged from being slammed on the wood, only a few crumbs lay in the center and on the edges of the plate. Whatever is up in the tower, Mari-Ann is feeding it.
Forgetting about the muffins and empty plate, Alfred walks over to the door that leads to the stairs of the tower. The door is heavy and it takes all of Alfred's strength to pull it open. Slipping in the door before it closes on him, Alfred kicks off the ground and with a few heavy beats of his wings he flies up the narrow spiral staircase. Once at the top Alfred comes across another closed wooden door surrounded by stone wall. The alpha lands gracefully on the creaky timber of the floor and walks down a small corridor to the door. He reaches for the iron handle on the door and pulls only to find it locked. Mari-Ann must have locked the door after feeding the monster inside.
Alfred moves closer to the door and leans against it, turning his head to the side the Angel rests his ear against the entry, listening for any sounds. For a while the alpha hears nothing till he closes his eyes tight concentrating harder on his sense of hearing. Muffled sobs from inside the tower's room reach Alfred's ear. Hearing crying coming from the room brings an unknown feeling to his chest. His instincts tell him to break down the door and comfort whoever is on the other side. However, the young Angel exhales a shaky breath moving away from the door and bringing his hand up to knock on the wood.
Nothing happens so the determined boy tries again, knocking harder this time. Right before Alfred tries to knock again he hears movement from the inside of the room. His ear is immediately against the door again listening for more movement. Hearing none the alpha knocks one more time.
"Hey!" Alfred yells playfully at the door, he doesn't want to scare whoever is inside, but he wants them to at least answer him. "I know you're in there so you might as well answer me." Listening closely Alfred can hear a soft whisper from the other side of the door. "Speak up I can't hear you" Alfred calls out loudly.
"…Hello." The soft voice is barely audible, but Alfred picks up on it. His heart is beating a mile a minute and his stomach is doing flips at the sound of this person's voice. Hearing the voice makes him desperate to know what they look like, just from their voice Alfred is thinking that they must be a beautiful princess captured by the witch Mari-Ann.
"Unlock the door, I want to see you." Alfred says, pulling harshly on the handle of the door. The alpha hears murmurs from the princess and lets out a sigh. "Speak up, I can't hear you." The boy stops pulling on the door and waits for the princess to speak.
"The door is locked from the outside, you need a key to get in." The princess explains, obviously straining their voice so that Alfred can hear. Alfred huffs in defeat, knowing he doesn't have a key and that Mari-Ann is probably the one with it. He thinks for a moment of what he could do to get in the door when the princess speaks again. "If you can fly I could open the window for you to get in." They says hesitantly as if they know it's a bad idea and could land them in a lot of trouble. Ignoring the hesitance in the voice Alfred grins and laughs out loud, joyous but annoying.
"I will be there soon princess, wait for me!" The alpha is running off down the corridor and down the stairs before the princess has a chance to reply.
Matthew stands bewildered at the door of his room. What just happened? He knew from the tone of the stranger they were male, but no one except Mari-Ann ever came up to visit him, so who is this boy? Realizing the reason the boy had run off the hybrid ran to his nest under the window. Drawing the curtains away from the wooden shutters, the omega stood on the tips of his toes his wings flapped in an unfruitful attempt to lift him up for leverage, Matthew pulled the right shutter open, then the left.
Letting out a huff Matthew backed away from the window and waited for the strange boy to make his appearance. Thoughts of what the boy would look like ran through Matthew's head. Perhaps he would have black wings like him or maybe an omega just like himself. Matthew was still learning about the dynamics and their roles, but he'd never met another omega or alpha before. What if the boy didn't like him? Matthew had never spoken with anyone but Mari-Ann, he would surely make a fool of himself and lose the only chance at a friend he's ever had. A friend like the characters in his books, someone to laugh with, play with and tell stories with. But Matthew was hardly ready for such a huge step.
Growing nervous and impatient the black-winged boy's toes curled and uncurled, his hands pulling at the hem of his too large white shirt. Unlike the beta's own clothes, a large hole had been ripped in the back of the shirt by Mari-Ann to make room for his wings. His stained white pants from two years prior still fit because of his malnourished, boney frame. Luckily, yesterday had been bathing night, plus Mari-Ann had brought him an extra blanket since fall was turning to winter, so he slept better; the bags under his eyes less prominent.
Feeling slightly less nervous after a few calming breaths, Matthew ran a hand through his shoulder length strawberry blond hair in the last attempt to make himself presentable before the sound of flapping wings could be heard from outside.
Seeing the shutters now open made Alfred fly faster to the top of the tower. He is absolutely ecstatic to meet the princess, she will want Alfred to save her, be her hero and protect her from the wicked witch. He can see the inside of the room now, all the wall is made of stone unlike the stairway which is made of wood. Landing on the window sill, the alpha tucks his wings tight to his back and drops down on the stone floor of the room. The large smile that has spread across Alfred's face drops, replaced with a look of bewilderment. Jaw hanging slack the blond haired boy stares at the Angel standing in the middle of the room.
This was the most beautiful Angel Alfred had even seen. Pale skin covered their body, a few pink blemishes here and there, but alluring nonetheless. Shiny, healthy shoulder length blond hair. Though red rimmed and puffy from obviously crying, they have gorgeous, innocent purple eyes that were surrounded by long, thick black eyelashes. The Angel is definitely lacking muscle and body fat, which makes anger pump in his veins. Who in their right mind could let something so beautiful starve? But out of every pleasing feature on this Angel their wings were the most beautiful. Sleek black feathers peeked out from behind their back, the longest primary feather reaching down to the middle of their thighs, not as long as Alfred's own wings but still an impressive length. Taking a few steps closer Alfred notices that one of their cheeks were redder than the other- like someone had struck them.
"What happened?" Alfred asks, taking the last few steps between him and the princess, invading their personal space.
Matthew doesn't back away more than half a step before the stranger has his hand on his sore cheek. The omega winces, shutting his eyes tightly, still unsure if he can trust this strange boy not to hurt him. The hand on his face gently brushes his cheek, strong fingers trail down the side of his neck before they're gone. Waiting another moment before slowly opening his eyes, Matthew straightens up and looks up slightly to stare back into the boy's intense blue eyes. A warm feeling grows in Matthew's chest the longer they gawk at each other. Finally, the black-winged boy shyly glances away, breaking the gaze.
Alfred's face heats up knowing he was openly staring at the Angel. The alpha can hardly help it though, this Angel is so beautiful it's hard not to ogle them. His wings flap nervously behind him as an awkward silence falls over them. Quickly thinking of something to say Alfred thrusts his hand out in front of him.
"My name's Alfred." His name comes out in a nervous unintentional yell, causing the smaller Angel to jerk in surprise. The stunned Angel looks at his outstretched hand confused, before cautiously taking it in his own thin, soft hand.
"I'm Matthew." He says, quickly pulling his hand from Alfred's. The princess is a boy then, and based on his sense of smell and his alpha instincts the white-winged Angel is sure Matthew is an omega. A cute, innocent omega is the monster Mari-Ann was hiding in the tower. It was a mystery how she had kept it hidden this long, seeing that Matthew is around his age.
"What happened?" Alfred asks again, pointing to Matthew's red cheek to clarify his question. Touching his cheek the smaller boy's face became plagued with sadness and guilt.
"After I finished lunch today I asked if I could have more since I was still hungry and I was hit for being a spoiled monster." Matthew explained, remembering the way Mari-Ann had left rambling about how Matthew is a burden to her. It wasn't his intention to be a burden, no matter how many times he did good or apologized he could never do well enough for Mari-Ann. If only his wings would turn white she'd stop calling him a demon and maybe he'd be able to go outside.
"I'll kiss it better if you want, it helps take the pain away." Alfred offers, something in him is screaming at the alpha to comfort the small Angel, take all his pain away and perhaps hunt down Mari-Ann. His mother always kisses his injuries, so Alfred finds it appropriate to offer it to the injured omega. Matthew is anything but a monster, he is a sweet Angel that has probably never done a wrong in his life.
Nodding dumbly Matthew stood still when Alfred steps closer, bending down slightly to place an innocent, chaste kiss on the blushing omega's cheek. The alpha steps back, a large smile pulled to his lips, his wings bristled in happiness as the hybrid fidgets with his fingers, staring at the ground in embarrassment.
Matthew's own wings ruffle in happiness as a small smile pulls at his lips. This has to be the best day of his whole life. Better than getting new books or new colouring pencils. The young Angel has never been happier than he is now, and it's all thanks to this handsome stranger that flew in through his window. There is nothing that could convince him that Alfred is Matthew's gift from God. God had seen Matthew reading and drawing, thinking his life was fine and decided he was too lonely, so God sent him Alfred. Thank you God, Matthew thought to himself, peeking up at the taller through his long lashes.
A bashful blush blossoms on Alfred's cheeks when Matthew looks at him with that cute little smile on his face. An unknown warmth fills his chest as he scratches the back of his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. Now that Matthew is smiling and Alfred had kissed him his heart wouldn't stop pounding in his chest. Not the kind of pounding that arose when he ran or with Simon earlier that day, no it was pleasant like that but confusing. His stomach was also doing weird flips that made him think he might puke all over Matthew's room. Alfred glances at the omega's still smiling face, praying he wouldn't ruin the moment by puking.
Matthew's face suddenly changes as if he'd just remembered something. The smaller Angel looks at Alfred with determination, his small hands grabbing at Alfred's white shirt.
"C, can I ask you a question?" Matthew asks biting his lip, waiting for Alfred's reply.
"Yeah," the alpha replies.
"When did your wings turn from black to white?" A light in Matthew's eyes tell Alfred that he's serious about this question. So serious Alfred is afraid to answer him, because he doesn't want to hurt Matthew's feelings. He takes a moment to think of his answer, his mouth opening and closing several times before he lets out a defeated sigh.
"My wings were never black." Alfred says simply, he decides it best not to lie to Matthew than have the small Angel keep the hopes of having white wings. It feels like someone has stabbed him in the chest when he sees Matthew's face fall in devastation. The small hands loosen their grip on the alpha's shirt and fall back to Matthew's sides. Acting quickly Alfred grabs the hybrid boy's hands in his own, causing the boy to raise his head and look into Alfred's eyes. "You're wings are beautiful the way they are." Alfred blurts out, the warm feeling in his chest coming back when Matthew blushes at his words.
"…Thank you." The boy whispers, a genuine smile of thanks comes to his face, gripping Alfred's hands tighter. Alfred's stomach is doing flips again, this time stronger. The taller boy lets go of Matthew's hands, making his way back over to the window. "You're leaving?" Matthew asks running to Alfred's side. The alpha only nods, afraid he might hurl if he opens his mouth to talk. Guilt soon replaces the nauseating feeling when Matthews face drops in sadness. His instincts can't stand seeing the omega this way, acting quickly Alfred places a hand on Matthew's shoulder, a smile on his face.
"I'll be back." Is Alfred confident assurance.
"Promise?" Matthew asks.
"Promise." Alfred nods, letting his hand drop from Matthew's shoulder. Stepping away from the hybrid, Alfred stops at the edge of the cot to look back at his new friend. They share a smile, giving each other a small wave while Alfred jumps to the window sill.
Realizing he'd forgotten something Matthew runs to his nest, asking Alfred to wait.
"You can't tell anyone about me, Mari-Ann will probably get angry at me again if you tell other Angels." It's obvious the hybrid doesn't want to have to say these things, but if it means he won't be struck again Alfred will abide to his wishes.
"You'll be my little secret then." The alpha says, smiling triumphantly down at Matthew who nods in return. "Until next time then princess." With those last words Alfred is jumping out the window and flying off in the sky, Matthew's only thoughts are how beautiful Alfred is.
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Hi everyone! Sorry about the lack of Author's notes. Anyway, Thank you so much for all the feedback it means a lot and keeps me motivated to keep writing. Updates are probably going to slow down in the near future but won't stop I plan on finishing this part of the story. Also, if you have any questions now is the time to ask because in the next chapter your question could be answered in the story, so ask away!
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