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Side note: This is the final chapter of Arthur's Omega! I hope you all enjoy this ending and don't worry, it's a happy one!

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Chapter 35

"Peter, don't run off, cheri~" Francis chastised gently, taking the energetic little pup's hand before he lost him in the crowd that swarmed the market stalls. It was hard to weave through the crowds with a belly swelling with pregnancy, but Matthew walked beside him, protecting the French omega from getting hurt by anyone bustling past.

It had been ten years since Giles had given the farm to Arthur and his family, and the twin pups Alfred and Matthew were fourteen. Alfred was going through a rebellious phase and was becoming aware of the pretty omegas in the village, and sometimes he shirked his chores on the farm to hang out with the other local, young alphas.

Matthew had also grown into his omega nature well, having grown as beautiful as his omega-father, and Arthur and Alfred often had to chase off any unruly adolescent alphas who took an interest in the young, unclaimed omega. Matthew was shy and preferred to stay on the farm with his Papa, only venturing to the market to assist Francis with buying fresh produce for dinner each evening.

And then there was Peter, a rambunctious ten-year-old alpha pup who refused to be tamed by Francis' soft chastisement or Arthur's sterner scolding. He was as energetic as Alfred and looked up to his older brother, idolising him and copying everything he did. Peter wore Francis out with his constant questions, begging for sweets and tendency to charge around everywhere.

To top it all off, Francis and Arthur were expecting a fourth pup, and Francis was not allowed anywhere without a responsible family member present; in other words, Arthur and Matthew were glued to his side. The only reason Arthur was not with them now, was because the English alpha never left the farm, as he was still afraid of being found by his past and taken away from his beautiful little family.

"Papa, I want cake!" Peter yelled, tugging Francis' hand towards a stall that sold fresh cakes, bread and pastries. The stall owner chuckled as she greeted the familiar family who had become regular customers of hers.

"Good morning, Francis. And hello little Peter~" she fawned, more than happy to indulge the pup who was practically salivating over the cake selection. "The same as usual?" she asked, returning her attention to Francis.

"Oui, ma cherre. A loaf of bread, some pastries – et a nice cake, I suppose." Francis answered, handing over some coins in exchange for the baked goods. "Ah ah ah, you can wait until we get home before you eat it all."

Francis' laughter as Peter attempted to coerce him into letting him have the cake now melted into the background for Matthew, as the omega pup enjoyed watching the market bustle with unfamiliar, mingling scents.

His violet eyes scanned the crowd, resting on a pair of ruby-red orbs that caught his gaze and seemed to latch onto it. Matthew widened his eyes slightly, not used to someone giving him such undivided attention. The eyes belonged to an alpha, from what Matthew could gather from his scent, and the stranger was stood across the market, next to a stall selling bouquets of fresh flowers. The alpha's hair was a bright white, and he wore a smart suit, and his gaze never left Matthew's.

"...- cheri?" Francis touched Matthew's arm when the pup had not responded to the call of his name, and Matthew seemed to start slightly, turning his attention back to Francis and taking the bag of baked goods from him to carry.

"Je suis désolé, Papa. I was just daydreaming…" Matthew explained, but the soft, pink blush that spread across his cheeks as he took the bag told a different story.

Francis raised an eyebrow, before grinning. "Oh? Or you have taken an interest in someone, non?"

Matthew shook his head, but that only made Francis gush with enthusiasm.

"Oh, mon petit!~ Who is it? Who do you have your eye on?" the French omega followed the direction Matthew had been looking in, but there was no one standing next to the flower stall.

Pouting slightly at not being able to witness young love unfold like he had wanted to, Francis put his hand on Matthew's shoulder, steering him back towards the farm, grasping Peter's sleeve simultaneously just as he had been about to run off again. "Let's go home, et you can tell me all about your admirer~"

Matthew blushed darker, heading home with his omega-father probing for information on the alpha he had been staring at. But the omega-pup was silent, just smiling a little.

None of them were aware that a stranger was following them.

XxX

Arthur grunted as he and Alfred heaved the hay bales into the barn. It was a warm day, and both alphas were sweating from the exertion. Arthur and Alfred always did the farm work together, and Arthur was beginning to feel the effects a lot more now that he was getting older. He was huffing and puffing as they finished putting the last hay bale into the barn, and Alfred grinned.

"You're getting old, Dad." The teenage pup teased, dodging when Arthur moved to swat the back of his head.

"Oi, you cheeky little – " Arthur was about to retaliate with a choice word or two, but Francis' voice stopped him. Francis did not approve of swearing.

"Come inside, cheris, before Peter eats all the cake!~" Francis called from the kitchen doorway that led out to the farmland.

"We're coming, love!" Arthur responded, always feeling a burst of fresh love and adoration for his omega-mate every time he saw him.

Francis looked older after ten years and three pups, but Arthur found he fell even more in love with him every time he heard his sweet voice or gazed into his deep, blue eyes. Francis would always be beautiful to him, and it was easy to forget all the trauma they had been through to get to this point.

They were finally happy. They had everything they wanted, and it was perfect.

XxX

The family of five sat around the kitchen table, each happily eating a slice of a soft, fluffy sponge cake. The sweet treat always heled to accentuate the good in the day, and it was Peter's favourite thing to look forward to. It was a routine they had all easily slipped into, but what was not routine was the firm but polite knock at the door.

Arthur instantly tensed out of habit, but Francis only blinked. "Oh – I'll get it~"

Rising from his seat, Francis went through to the front room to answer the door, one hand on his belly. They did not often have visitors, but Francis was a popular figure in the village, so he was not alarmed.

Opening the door with a polite smile, Francis hesitated as he saw red eyes and white hair, and he knew this alpha was familiar. The alpha who stood a head taller than Francis was once a young boy whom he had met before, and Francis froze as he remembered why this stranger was not a stranger after all.

Francis remembered his first pregnancy; he was in Arthur's mansion and it was the winter auction. Francis had been wearing a short, light-blue dress and he had been introduced to all the head alphas. He remembered the leer of Adel Beilshmidt – the alpha that had tried to mate Francis outside of his heat, and Arthur had killed him. There was a boy with him at the auction, an eleven-year-old with red eyes and white hair.

Adel's grandson.

"You…" Francis uttered, instinctually moving to slam the front door closed, but the alpha pressed his palm against the door to keep it open.

"Ah – wait, please. Let me just explain – " the alpha's German accent was unmistakable, and Francis knew he was right about how he knew him.

"How did you find us?! I won't let you hurt us!" Francis yelled, still trying to close the door but the German alpha was strong. "Arthur!"

"I'm not here to hurt you! I don't mean any harm – I just want to talk!" the alpha responded, sticking his foot in the door but holding his hands up in surrender to show he bore no ill will.

However, the alpha was grabbed by the collar and pinned against the wall within moments, as Arthur had heard Francis call and he had recognised the alpha too. He bared his canines in intimidation, his emerald eyes ignited with a fire that had been nothing more than embers for ten years.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't tear your throat out here and now, Beilshmidt." Arthur growled in a low voice, the unmistakable malice seeping into his angered scent. Francis backed up, one hand on his belly and the other gripping the back of Arthur's armchair by the fireplace.

"Whoa! Hey – you wouldn't want to ruin this perfect little life you have here, would you?" the alpha pointed out nervously, keeping his own scent composed so as not to provoke the alpha further.

"Are you threatening my family?" Arthur snarled, but the albino alpha quickly shook his head.

"Nein, nein – you just asked for a reason, so I gave you one!" he glanced from Arthur to Francis, but Francis was doing nothing to calm Arthur, as they both saw him as a threat. "You want another reason? How about: 'I just want to talk, and I'm not fighting you back'? Look, I'm alone, and I'm a friend, I swear."

Francis hesitated at this, moving towards the front door, and it was true, the alpha was alone. He closed the door and locked it, before turning to the alpha. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"I want to thank you," the red-eyed alpha met Francis' gaze, before returning his attention to Arthur. "For killing the bastard I called 'grandfather'."

"Thank me? Why would you thank me for killing your own family?" Arthur growled, suspicious of the alpha and keeping him pinned against the wall.

"Well, you met him; you know what kind of alpha he was." The alpha explained. "He was a cruel tyrant who took helpless omegas against their will, und he made my life a living hell."

"What is your name?" Francis asked softly, reminded of how Adel had wanted to do the same thing to him.

"Gilbert. Und ja, I am a Beilshmidt, but only by blood. I disowned the family und as soon as I was eighteen, I ran away." Gilbert spoke honestly, and Francis felt he could relate to the resentment in Gilbert's eyes when he talked about his grandfather.

"Let him go, cher." Francis said gently, making his alpha-mate shoot him an incredulous look.

"Are you mad?" Arthur clearly was still suspicious of Gilbert, but when Francis repeated his request, Arthur slowly released the alpha's collar.

"Take a seat, Gilbert." Francis invited, gesturing to a chair across from the sofa, and he coaxed Arthur to sit beside him on the sofa whilst Gilbert sat opposite in the chair.

"Danke." Gilbert thanked Francis, smartening up his collar as he sat down.

"How did you find us?" Arthur barked, still defensive, and he had a protective arm around Francis' waist, caressing the side of his baby bump gently with his thumb.

Gilbert shrugged. "I wasn't trying to. After I left home, I looked for odd jobs that would give me a roof over my head. For seven years I've been travelling from village to village, and that's what I was doing when I saw you and your pups in the market a few days ago."

Francis shifted a little. "You recognised me in the market, after all this time?"

"Ja. You don't look any different to how you did then – well, you look happier, but…still recognisable." Gilbert ran a hand through his silver-white hair. Arthur tensed at the movement as if very to lunge at him and tear his throat out. Oblivious to this, Gilbert continued. "I waited until I saw you again today, and then I followed you back here from the market."

"And how do we know that any of this is true? How do we know you're not still head of the Beilshmidt household wanting to avenge Adel Beilshmidt?" Arthur interjected, and Francis ran a hand over the back of Arthur's shoulders to try and make him relax a little.

Gilbert looked repulsed by the very notion of what Arthur had suggested. "Because I would never want to be in that business. When I find an omega to have pups with, I want it to be because I love that omega, and I want to spend the rest of my life with them."

Francis seemed to soften considerably at this, and he even smiled at the younger alpha. The creak of a floorboard alerted the three of them to the presence of Matthew in the doorway, a cup of tea in his hands. Francis had always taught Matthew to prepare tea for guests as it was polite, and Matthew had seen the red-eyed alpha, recognising him from the market, and he had wanted to do something nice for him.

"Hallo, schatz." Gilbert greeted as his gaze fell on Matthew, and Francis smiled as he looked between the two of them. Arthur, however, bristled.

Matthew smiled a little shyly, coming over and putting the teacup on the coaster in front of Gilbert. "…W-Would you like some sugar?" he asked softly, glancing at Gilbert but then training his gaze on the floor instead.

"Nein, danke, that's perfect." Gilbert found Matthew endearing, and he sat up a little, moving forward to see the face Matthew had hidden behind his soft hair a little better. "I'm Gilbert – what's your name?"

"M-Matthew…" the shy omega smiled a little as Gilbert made the effort to see him more clearly.

Francis found it very sweet, as no alpha had managed to make Matthew blush so much before, but Arthur's over-protective scent began to fill the room. "Matthew, go upstairs."

Matthew blinked and glanced at his alpha-father, before hurrying out of the room and glancing over his shoulder at Gilbert before he disappeared upstairs.

Gilbert watched him go, feeling a sense of triumph as the omega had clearly liked him. "You have a very beautiful pup."

Francis smiled. "Merci – "

"What other business do you have here, Gilbert?" Arthur growled, not liking the exchange between his precious omega pup and the grandson of the alpha he had killed.

Gilbert blinked but gave a nervous laugh. "Ah – ja, well…I was wondering if you needed a hand on the farm."

"What?" Arthur snapped. He didn't like this alpha, and now he was asking to stay?

Francis, however, grabbed Arthur's am and pulled him to stand. "Will you excuse us for one moment, Gilbert?" without waiting for a reply, he dragged Arthur into the empty kitchen, sighing. "Will you behave yourself?"

"You're not seriously suggesting I let a Beilshmidt into our lives?" Arthur stared at his omega-mate, clearly riled up about it.

Francis rolled his eyes. "Would you stop being so melodramatic? He just needs a job – et you are finding it hard to keep up with all the farm work these days…"

"I don't need his help. I have Alfred." Arthur said stubbornly.

"Alfred wants to be with his friends – this wouldn't be a bad thing, cheri." Francis countered, rubbing Arthur's arm, and playing with his shirt collar, knowing that these little actions were more likely to soften Arthur up.

Arthur felt Francis' touch and sighed but grumbled. "I won't have him sleeping under our roof."

"He can sleep in the storage shed – it's big enough and we can clean it out and put a bed in there." Francis had a suggestion for every issue Arthur could think of, and eventually, he admitted defeat.

"Fine. But…he's not to go near Matthew."

At this, Francis rolled his eyes. "Arthur, we promised each other that we would let our pups choose their own mates, remember?" he said softly.

"Matthew is only fourteen – "

"Oui, et he is a sensible omega. He won't do anything he shouldn't, et Gilbert will also respect him. But if young love develops, so be it~" Francis gave a smile, before kissing Arthur gently.

Arthur kissed him back, before nuzzling Francis' neck and sighing, inhaling his sweet scent. "Our little pups are growing up…" he whined softly.

Francis smiled, stroking Arthur's hair and whispering. "Oui, they are."

XxX

"Put your back into it!" Arthur goaded from his perch on one of the hay bales, as he watched Gilbert clean out the stables. He was being unfairly hash on him as he still did not likie him, but Gilbet kept up with every chore that Arthur threw at him, not complaining once.

"Ja, sir." Gilbert replied, wiping the sweat from his brow as he continued to clean out the stables.

From the kitchen window, Francis and Matthew watched as Arthur got Gilbert to do tasks that he had just made up.

"Dad's mad with power…" Matthew complained, pouting as he watched his alpha-father make Gilbert shovel horse manure.

Francis chuckled. "Oui but let him have his fun. He'll learn his lesson when Gilbert does everything so well, he can't find anything to complain about~"

Matthew smiled a little at this, watching Gilbert determinedly do every chore Arthur asked him to, and he hoped that one day, Arthur would warm to Gilbert the way Francis clearly had.

"Papa…is it bad that he's older than me?" Matthew asked shyly.

"Non, mon petit~ As long as he treats you well and makes you happy, there is nothing wrong with it~" Francis reassured, smiling. "So, you do like him?"

Matthew hesitated, giving a shy little nod. "How long do you think he'll be working for Dad?"

"Oh, I have a feeling Gilbert will be here for a good, long while~" Francis said with a knowing smile, as he had seen the unmistakable love in Gilbert's eyes from the moment they first spoke.

And he knew that Gilbert would make his little Matthew a very happy omega.

That was all he could ask for.

Fin

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