Tear Stained Moon

by FreshGrassAkiie

Wolfram is born as an Omega. Sadly, he is born into a world where Omegas are all cast to the side. Treated like the lowest of them all. He swore to himself, he would never mate. Never allow his 'red-string' to awaken and tie to another. Unfortunately, bloody fate has other ideas. Ideas that are in the form of a half-human, double black, Alpha King who just won't stop pursuing him.

14. Chapter 14

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This story is pure YuuRam - Yuuri/Wolfram
Other couples include - YozRad - Yozak/Conrad and Gweter - Gwendal/Gunter
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual Themes and MPreg
Yaoi/Slash/Shounen ai

A special thank you to my hardworking beta! Heartlessly Awesome!

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Chapter 13

Screams of Rain

The day was cold and before the young, adorable Omega knew it, the Newborn Snow Moon Ball was in sight. Wolfram snuffled a little, standing within the chamber of soft white and purple. His stomach churned uneasily, nervously fidgeting on the spot and playing with the softness stuck to his thin body.

A low hiccup escaped his soft crimson lips while he lifted his head to peek shyly at the door. He was really questioning his 'mother's' decisions now. Her and Yozak, who had helped her with his – what was it called again? Oh yes, costume.

"I look… s-strange…" Wolfram thought to himself, his soft pear eyes looking at his reflection in the full body mirror. Does he really have to wear this to the party? Couldn't Wolfram just stay in his room or something? Turning around to get a better look at himself, Wolfram sighed softly and pouts. He looked kind of cute, in some twisted away. Lady Cecilie sure had strange taste in his opinion. At first, Wolfram was kind of excited to dress up; he had never been allowed to wear themed clothing before, so he was eager to wear something fantastic.

Wolfram could still remember the times back at the inn where his Master would lock him away in the basement. He would throw the loudest and colorful parties where all the guests would wear masks. Wolfram would also sneak out somehow and spy on them, enchanted by the beautiful patterns of the masks.

His heart dropped when this was presented to him and all Wolfram could do was stare owlishly at it. Turning to look between Lady Cecilie and Yozak, wondering if this was some kind of joke or something. His stomach flipped when he realized they were not.

Back at Blood Pledge Castle, the chiffon would stick out like a sore thumb. Soft, but thick curls of white surrounded him, spreading along his arms and legs. Soft tuff rolled down his spine and spread along his backside, pulling together in an adorable small, round sweep that obviously was a tail. The costume was in a form of a onesie that covered his whole body, with a matching hood pulled up and over his head. His lush honey locks framed his face, pressing against his forehead and cheeks, fluffy and spread out in all directions with a single curl poking out from the front of the hood. An emerald ribbon stood snuggling around his neck, tied into one of the biggest bows he had ever seen. Two semi-sized pearl curls of ears stood on either side of his head, much like floppy rabbit ears, but in a different style. Two tiny, almost black, horns poked out of the top of his head and when Wolfram looked at his face, he sighed to himself when he saw the wine feather dusting Lady Cecile had placed upon his cheeks.

"A… A lamb? Really…" he thought to himself depressingly, lowering his head and pouting, the small ears on his head bounced as he moved his head. He licks his lips and swallows a lump. He looked like a marshmallow. A fluffy marshmallow, that is.

"Wolfe! Wolfe-chan!"

Wolfram sniffled and glanced at the doors again, pouting a little as he listened to Lady Cecilie who was eagerly waiting for him to step out of the room and show off how cute he was. He could almost hear the grin in the tone of her voice. His heart pounded painfully and he groaned loudly to himself. On his hands and feet were something that reminded him of hooves, the soft brownness covered his small hands and feet. With every step he makes, Wolfram could hear a gentle clap from them touching the ground.

What felt like hours, but was really only a few seconds, Wolfram inhaled sharply and finally turned to the door. Moving across the small room and shyly opening the door, stepping out into the open and straight away his ears flushed blood red as Lady Cecilie let out a loud squeal upon seeing him.

"Wolfe! You're so cute!" she cried out loudly, her shrill voice filling young Wolfram's ears and making his face turn even redder – berry red that spread down his neck and to his toes.

Yozak let out a low whistle, his azure eyes shimmered from the light above them and his lips pulled into a smile. "Yup. It definitely suits him." He grinned widely, chuckling somewhat loudly and giving the small Omega a teasing wink which only made Wolfram that much more embarrassed.

Wolfram bites his bottom lip and hunches his shoulders a little. Pressing the hoof hands together, allowing his sparkling emerald eyes to circle up to look at his 'apparent' mother and noted what she was wearing. Why was he being forced to wear this when his mother got to wear something more along the lines of normal? Kind of, at least his mother was wrapped up in cotton candy.

A daisy colored strapless dress was painted upon Cecile's body with lavender net-like sleeves. Her long curls of sunshine was done up in shining curls that licked at the back of her neck with a pair of matching purple soft ears sitting on either sides of her head, with a long purple tail poking out from the bottom of her dress and somehow was dancing as if it truly was a part of her body. Wolfram tried to control his mind from wondering just where the tail connects to. Along with a gorgeously pointed face, Lady Cecilie had soft brown lines sticking out from her cheeks, somehow looking like real whiskers.

"She's a cat…" Wolfram realized to himself, pressing his lips into a small frown and puffed out of his cheeks. He would be more than happy to wear a normal shirt and shorts, with fake ears and a tail but nope, he had to wear this childish onesie. Wolfram was sure Greta would love this, perhaps he should see if he could get one in her size or something like this – maybe another animal?

Lady Cecilie made an amusing clicking sound with her tone and her lips pulling into a strawberry smile. "Now, now, Wolfe. Don't look at me like that. You're adorable; the perfect costume." She smiled widely and reached over, grabbing ahold of his round rosy cheeks and gave them a good playful squeeze.

Letting out a breathless sigh, Wolfram pressed the hoof hands against his cheeks and noticed that prickled with small specks of pain. His frown widens and he makes a soft sigh, allowing his eyes to look up through thick eyelashes, glancing over to Yozak.

"Whoa. Don't look at me. I can't help you. You're adorable." Yozak grinned amusingly the small Omega and chuckled when Wolfram scrawled, snapping his head around to look back at his feet. Yozak laughs and shook his head, tilting his body back and arching himself.

Wolfram had to admit that Yozak had one of the coolest costumes he had ever seen. Wolfram had overheard once that Yozak liked to dress up in feminine clothing, and Wolfram was kind of expecting to see him wearing something in that direction, but nope. Yozak wore a male costume. Something similar to a lion, in fact. He wore something similar to a suit, and yet not, it was a pure white color with a mix of marmalade and butterscotch fur around his body. A ringlet of it around his knees and short to his feet, as well from his elbows to his hands with finally, a ring sitting quite snugly around his neck. Wolfram couldn't but smile to himself, he doesn't really know why, but he always favored lions above other animals. They were just so lazy and snuggly, and just plain cool!

Wolfram shook his head furiously and huffed as he glanced back down at himself. The white curls seemed to ruffle with every step he made, and it annoyed him to no end. It clung to him on all sides, making the poor blonde grumble to himself. It clung to him way too tight and rode up at the back as he walked, rubbing him in a way that will leave a rash behind. It was annoying him, and somehow there was something pitching in the back of his right knee. With a deep sigh, Wolfram ducked his head and trailed behind Lady Cecilie.

Eventually, they came across a rather large oak door that was made from a beautiful smelling wood that just made the young Omega smile. His lips pulled into a nice smile, and finally the small blonde lowered himself and quickly followed after the others into the room. Immediately, his breath stuck in his throat and his shoulders raised in awe. Astonishment filled his veins, and Wolfram's jaw felt slack. The hall wasn't large or as grand as Blood Pledge Castle's ball room, but it was just as beautiful and gorgeous with banners of whiteness and pale blue. The wood floor had a strange subset with the color of coconut and when Wolfram moves his hoofed foot along it, noting the way it rolled around his foot.

"Snow?" he realized, crouching down to eye it and sniffed. Gaining the familiar smell that he got outside and quickly reeled back, his eyes blowing wide. It was snow, but yet not. What is it? Lifting his head backward, Wolfram's lush eyes rolled around the hall, noticing the soft teal colored snow clung to parts of the room in pretty patterns. With wide windows that was ghosted pale azure that shined in the right light, casting a divine patterns across the hall.

Oddly, the hall was filled with people. Wolfram's crimson lips tipped down into a tiny frown, his long and thick eyelashes framed his eyes and gently flittered around his eyes while staring at the people he had never seen before. The people that melted around him, the loud sound and music feathered in and out from his small ears.

"How…H-How…" his head felt heavy and buzzed a little from confusion. He swallows painfully and tilts his head to the side, eyes searching the crowd for anybody he knew but it was difficult. Everyone in his sight wore costumes, bright and colorful costumes that blended within his eyes.

"Guess word got out that our Heika is here." Hearing the words, Wolfram snapped his head up to look at Yozak standing next to him. He blinked owlishly and clumsily moves towards the tall apricot haired male and gave a small tug to get his attention.

Yozak turns his attention onto the small blonde and smirked widely at the expression on his face. Yozak sighs deeply, his shoulders lifting before falling. "You know, Heika is a very popular guy. He is loved by everyone. It's really no surprise so many people returned to the Land of Snow…" he murmurers, his tone becoming low and crossed his arms over his chest. Yozak tilted his body forward, while crossing his arms and breathing in sharply.

Wolfram blinks once more, his head rocks to the side and looks back at the party. He pouts and chews his bottom lip thoughtfully. "S-So all these people…turned up because of Yuuri?" he thought to himself, making a tiny soundless clicking sound with in his tongue.

"A bit shallow, isn't it?" a new voice spoke from his right and Wolfram quickly spun around in surprise. He hadn't even heard him or felt his presence, which was strange as Wolfram tended to always sense people's presents coming his way. Just who is this Sage?

Murata grinned widely upon seeing the familiar guarded glint within those large shamrock eyes. He chuckles and nods his head in greeting to Yozak who looked on in amusement. Murata had honestly lost count how many times he had snuck up on the adorable blonde. It sure was fun to do. "I wonder if this was Madam Avilly's plot all along?" he says thoughtfully, pushing his silk raven locks from his hair.

Pouting even more, Wolfram's honey eyebrows pulled together in even more confusion. What kind of plot would Avilly have? What would this bring? His innocent mind couldn't fill in the blank, couldn't make sense out of what the Great Sage was saying.

"Ah! It doesn't matter!" Murata grins cheekily at the blonde, the light catching his wide glasses and hiding his beautiful black eyes from the young Omega. He almost let out a soft whine at the fact. For some reason, he liked the Sage's wise and wisdom filled eyes.

Murata hums under his breath, returning his attention to the party and tilting his head to the side, "The Land of Snow lost a lot of popularity. Hardly anybody would come to the island now that Madam Avilly had produced an Omega. Using Shibuya to regain a little reparation…" he thought deeply to himself, his shoulder rising and his lips pulls into a secret smile. "Very smart. Hearing that Shibuya had stepped onto the island will bring a lot of eyes…It could also be a very clever cover up for Wolfram's kidnapping."

Looking at the small Omega from the corner of his eye, Murata wondered very briefly what life Wolfram had lived. He knew the life Wolfram would have lived if he wasn't kidnapped. His eyes lowers to Wolfram's fur covered chest, briefly seeing the flicker of Wolfram's soul. Murata could see he had been through a lot and yet it was still beautiful and bright. Still, Murata was a little confused as to why Wolfram couldn't call upon his fire that Shinou had placed upon him. Speaking of Shinou, the damn god had been very quiet since they had left for the Land of Snow. Murata had been trying to talk to him, but the blood ghost ignored him, boosted him out and locked him out. It was so frustrating and bloody annoying. The nosy god would normalky follow him everywhere.

Shaking the thought off, Murata spun around and with a way to cheery smile, reaching his claws towards the little lamb. "Oh my! Aren't you adorable! Just to die for!" he purrs out, almost giggling at the wide eye boy. He grabbed ahold of Wolfram's painted cheeks and squeezed them.

"I could just eat you whole. You know, foxes eat lambs." Murata chuckled sensitively, rubbing those red cheeks of Wolfram's. Said honey-haired boy lets out a soundless yelp as something ginger and dandelion haired tail brush against his nose. Murata grins even wider at Wolfram's spineless reaction, and licking his lip teasingly, making a rather loud 'Hm-Mh'.

Gasping for breath, Wolfram stumbled backward in shock. Had he-Had…Had he just been hit on? He wondered to himself, feeling his stomach flush with warmth and yet uneasiness licks at his shoulders. Wolfram moves backward into the lion behind him, who lets out a howl of laughter and shook his head. "I think that's a bit much, Great Sage." He says, placing a large hand onto Wolfram's head.

"Hmmm? But look at his little face. It's just delicious." Murata moans, making Wolfram turn scarlet and his shoulders trembled from Murata's tail that reaches out to him and brushes along the side of his neck. Murata almost leers in amusement before he sighs and closes his eyes, his lips softens into a simple smile and he nods his head. "I suppose you're right. He's taken anyway." He clipped out happily, winking up at Yozak who stared back in slight confusion. His blue eyes dropping to Wolfram.

Wolfram ducks his head and stares at his hoofed feet. He inhales a sharp breath, his large green eyes rising to look up at Murata though his thick eyelashes. He inwardly groaned to himself, even Murata had a better costume then himself. It was definitely a suit, made from thick material, but he didn't wear the suit's normal jacket, instead he had worn a white blouse with a garnet colored vest. The vest cut off just above his waist, and a soft wine color with gently white fox like tails spilling up Murata's stomach and curling along his shoulders. An even darker shade of scarlet colored tie hanged around his neck, untied and hung across his chest. Murata's soft white color was unbuttoned and stretched out, revealing his collarbone. A pair of mahogany stiff-looking pants clung nicely to his long legs, outlining his hips and backside just perfectly. Red tuffs stuck out from the top of his head, spilling out of either sides of his head with a soft, white shading at the very tip and a matching wide, fluffy tail spilling out between his legs that swished suggestively to him. The tiny hairs had a mix of cherry and orange, all of which glowed beautifully under the soft light above them.

Wolfram let out a dreamy sigh to himself, his soft eyes glowed, awestruck. He didn't know Murata very well, but the fox certainly suited him. Especially with that familiar grin on his face, which quickly spread across the Sage's face as his charcoal eyes followed after a very beautiful and young woman that moves across the hall. His eyes seeming to watch the way her body moved, almost like predatory glint appeared in his orbs and he quickly swung his attention back to the young Omega.

"Well then, Wolfe-chan." He teased, smiling suggestively at the lamb who flushed at the way he spoke his name. Murata quickly bowed lowly, his long lush fox tail that somehow moved on its own, swished along behind him. "I'll bid you farewell." Wolfram could only nod numbly at him.

"Oh. I hope you'll save a dance for me?" Murata grinned, rolling the words over his tongue and wiggling an eyebrow at the Omega and before Wolfram could utter a word, Murata strolled away. His head held high and quickly swinging himself after the gorgeous woman.

Breathing sharply, Wolfram nibbles his bottom lip and let out a hum of relief. There was always something about Murata that made him shy around him. He felt like Murata could see straight through him – see everything he had hidden within in him and it kind of scared him. According to Conrad, Murata was like that to everyone.

Slowly, Wolfram shook his head and sniffled, rubbing the hoofed hands against his face. He makes a low whine from the back of his throat. It held no sound but sent the familiar vibration up the back of his throat. He presses his cherry lips together and turns his head slowly. Automatically, he felt a sharp shudder run through his body and his eyes blow out wide, his lips curled tightly and he spun his head side-to-side. Where had they gone? Lady Cecilie and even Yozak had both disappeared! Wolfram felt a shot of fear run through his chest as he turned his head timidly to the raging party. Obviously, the two had ventured out into the crowd and left him on his own. Strangely, Wolfram felt annoyance flare up at that. Quite cruel of them. He let out a breathless chuckle at the sudden thought and shook his head, pushing it away with a tiny sweet smile on his lips.

"Maybe I could find Connie…" he wondered to himself. Conrad really was the only person he had ever danced with. He couldn't move his feet well; it was like he had two left feet and recently, he had been having dance lesson with his older brother. Wolfram hadn't even noticed he had dubbed the brunette in his mind as his orbs searched for the familiar brunette. Conrad was the person he felt most safe with, of course Yuuri doesn't count, but he assumed that might be because Conrad spent the most time with him. He felt a little uneasy right here, he could feel the many curious eyes glancing at him and the whispering of 'Cecilie's third son, the Omega'.

His warm eyes widened and he smiles brighter as he sees the brunette, finally. Conrad, like everyone else was dressed in an animal-like costume. A bear? Wolfram wondered briefly, he wasn't sure but it looked like it. Wolfram felt a little more relaxed upon seeing the outfit, Conrad wore something similar to himself. A onesie that had lush brown and white fur. "Yes. A bear. It suits him." Wolfram thinks, his eyes brows bouncing before he pouts. Even in a childish onesie, Conrad still looked as strong and noble as any other bodyguard. How come he got to wear a onesie like that, when Wolfram, himself, had a onesie like this? All cute and sweet.

Wolfram peered down at him and puffed out cheeks in annoyance. "I'm a man, and yet this looks like something for a woman! How annoying!" he thinks and shakes his head a little, huffing soundlessly to himself and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Wolfram quickly returns his eyes to the brunette, his eyes flickering before narrowing upon seeing the familiar flame-haired woman standing with him, cornily hunching forward with her arms out in front of her. Wolfram's eyes glanced at the gorgeously colored wings sticking out her back, forming much like a pair of butterfly wings. Wolfram tried not to be resentful about that.

Shaking his head furiously, Wolfram frowned deeply and huffed silently once more. He wasn't sure why he disliked Lady Elixus so much, perhaps it was because he was an Omega and he could see when there was a rope between a two people? Wolfram blinked a little at the thought, arching his head backward thoughtfully, running through his brand new memories from the last couple of months. His eyes widens and his mouth drops in relaxation. Thorn had once told him it was in his nature that he could sense when somebody was in love with another person that rope was forming between the pair, moving them towards the 'mated' category. That was it! He could feel it, and see it.

"He loves him!" Wolfram thought, becoming stiff and arching himself. "Yozak's in love with Conrad."

Wolfram's body shook in understanding, finally. That's why he was against Lady Elixus, he sees that she wants Conrad as a mate. Anybody who wasn't blind could, though Wolfram had a feeling a certain King probably couldn't see it. No surprise there. He rolled his eyes and shook the thought away. Yozak had saved him, along with a perverted Sage of course and Wolfram could see how much the Lion adored Conrad. Clenching his hands, Wolfram growled lowly and found himself glaring at the other Omega, noticing the way she began to fidget. She could feel somebody was glaring at her.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld?" a soft voice spoke up and Wolfram blinked a little. He almost ignored it, he had never heard his full name before but when it clicked in his head that it was really his name being called, Wolfram glanced to the side where he was being called by.

Madam Avilly stood to the side, her head held high with her pointed scarlet eyes staring down at him in amusement. Wolfram flushed from shame, Lady Elixus's mother had caught him glaring at her. Wolfram didn't notice that the red-haired beauty was actually very amused with the young lamb. Madam Avilly made a soft snort like sound, her eyes sparkled and she clocks her head to the side. Her long soft yellow dress hang down her body, much like Lady Cecilie's with spider-like wings hangs out from her lower back with a fur ring around her shoulders. "Queen Bee…" Wolfram thought, nervously lifting his eyes to look at her woman. He felt so small once more, like the servant he truly was brought up to be.

"It's very nice… to have the castle filled like this again." Madam Avilly hummed lowly, her eyes looking to the many people. Her pointed nose stuck up in the air. Yes. This is how it's supposed to be. Madam Avilly tapped her dimpled chin with her fan thoughtfully and Wolfram could only wonder what kind dark thoughts was filling her little head.

Wolfram pouted, his breath hitching as he listened to the tone of voice the woman used. He could tell, she did not approve of him for some reason. Wolfram thought she was best friends with his supposed mother. It was then that Wolfram caught the form of Yozak behind Madam Avilly, standing in the fair corner by himself with his back leaning against the wall. He immediately felt his heart clench for the marmalade haired man and Wolfram didn't need to turn his head to know what he was looking at.

"Ah. Unrequited love." Madam Avilly hummed, almost joyfully and gaining the young male's attention. Wolfram turned his head to look up at her with a tiny frown on his face. His soft green eyes blazed wide in surprise from the way she spoke.

He couldn't help but become defensive towards her. "How would she know what love is, or if it is unrequited love?" he thought, finding himself feel angry at the woman for even saying the words. She wouldn't know anything.

"Hmmm. You don't actually believe something would happen between the two? Do you?" Madam Avilly chuckled, narrowing her red eyes down at Wolfram. Her lips pulling into a twisted smile and she clocked her head to the side. Her lips pulled back, baring her teeth to the young Omega. She let out a soft shrill of a laugh at the look on his face and shook her head. "No matter. Everything will work out the way it's supposed to."

Wolfram's eyebrows pulled together. What does she mean by that? Wolfram felt numb with thought and looked back at Yozak, quickly tilting his head to Conrad. Watching blankly as Conrart moved with Lady Elixus on the dance floor, dancing with the woman before gasping soundless. He snaps his head back to the woman in realization. She wanted Conrad with Lady Elixus. She was pushing it to happen and Wolfram wondered if that was why she invited Yuuri up here? Something wasn't right here, Wolfram noted. He felt like he just got a small piece of the puzzle, but he was missing something.

"I won't let that happen." He thought to himself in determination. He knew who his brother was supposed to be with and it isn't that red-haired bimbo.

Madam Avilly's face went white as she stared back at Wolfram, noting the challenging expression on her face. Her face ripped into a smirk, her head lifting and chuckling. "I see. You're going to be a problem now, are you?" she clicked out, her voice hitching as if she was speaking to a young child. Her long nailed fingers clicked together and she reached out, pressing the sharp edges against Wolfram's cheeks and huffed deeply. "It's so hard to take you seriously in that costume. Honey-chan."

Wolfram felt his body drop, he felt numb and an odd feeling filled his stomach. What did she just call him? That nickname sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure. Like somebody had called him that before. Shaking his head, Wolfram pushed it down and bravely reached up, slapping her hand from his face and glared as heatedly back up at her.

Madam Avilly blinked a little, her eyes narrowing down at the blonde. She briefly looked around the hall, seeing nobody was paying much attention to them, she reached down and grasped Wolfram's arm tightly. Her long nails pressing into his arm. It was painful for the small blonde and he was shocked that he could feel them through the thick lamb-like costume. "Now listen here, you little disgusting Omega. If you mess this up for me, I will make your life a living hell. You have no idea how hard I've worked for this." She hissed and Wolfram blinked, looking back at Madam Avilly.

"Worked hard for what? What would Elixus mating with Conrad bring her?" Wolfram wondered, gazing back at the hideous expression on Madam Avilly. His stomach clenched painfully, twisting painfully and hissing soundlessly through clenched teeth.

Within a blink of an eye, Wolfram noticed the way Madam Avilly's form changed from the scary darkness that seemed to cast over one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The red beauty blinked and smiled sweetly. "Understand?" she says with her famous eyes smile and Wolfram could only nod weakly. "Good boy." She said, pressing a chaste kiss to Wolfram's cheek.

"Oh! Cecilie!" Madam Avilly called out, arching her back as her eyes shimmered. She waves to the blonde female across the hall and quickly rushed towards her. Not before giving Wolfram a pretty rude shove to the side.

Wolfram gulps a little, whimpering softly and reaches up to hold the spot where the Madam Avilly had gripped him. It stung a little but other than that, it was fine. His lips twitches as he stares after the woman, his heart pounding from the great fear he had when the woman had grabbed ahold of him. "She's like my mistress…" He noted, allowing his head to lower in sadness. Remembering the woman who had hurt him in almost every way, but he didn't want to believe anybody could be as cruel as that woman, but Madam Avilly. She was… she was terrifying. Wolfram whimpered once more and ducks his head. Whatever she was planning, Wolfram could only hope Conrad wouldn't fall for it. "Conrad has to know how Yozak feels, right?"

"Wolfram."

Feeling his body tremble from the familiar voice. Wolfram turns his head and felt his himself become numb. His heart picked up for another reason, and his stomach melted with heart. Wolfram shyly and shriveled on the spot, his shoulders hunched while timidly looking at the other. Yuuri gave a wolfish grin at the lamb, winking playfully at the other who pouted, making Yuuri laugh. His own midnight tail wagging behind him. He leaned forward and chuckled, his eyes ranking sensitively along Wolfram's body, watching the way the snow curls stuck to his body.

Wolfram burned redder from embarrassment, turning his head away and looked down, unsure of what to do. Yuuri looked great – no he looked handsome and he felt an odd pitch within his stomach. Blazing heat ripped through his stomach and he nervously pressed his hoofed hands together. Yuuri wore a costume similar to Murata, only a soft black blouse with an even dark midnight colored vest that ran down his back and split into two flats, allowing a long fluffy jade tail curl up behind him.

His vest looked as if it was made from the finest silk Wolfram had ever seen and his fingers twitched with the urge to touch the material but held back. He wore a pair of snug soot colored pants that hugged his hips and Wolfram was embarrassed to admit that he wanted to see if they outlined Yuuri's backside. His emerald eyes peeked up to look back up at Yuuri. Unlike Murata, his black collar was done up probably with a single button undone and a black ribbon tied around his neck in a perfect tie. His silk locks was messy and ruffled like always with a pair of black ears poking out of his head, and they twitched when Wolfram looked at them. The Omega wanted nothing more to touch them, to see if they were as warm and soft as they looked like.

"What kind of magic could do this?" Wolfram wondered in awe, eyes quickly jumping to the slowly waving tail. He tilts his thoughtfully, and wonders what animal Yuuri is. He couldn't quite pin point any black animal that the King could dress up as, other than a cat, but it seemed his supposed mother had claimed that.

Yuuri's grin widens as he noticed the way Wolfram shyly looked at his animal like assets. He chuckles and shakes his head, glancing off to the floor. The last ball, he didn't get the chance to dance with the blonde, this time, he will make certain he will. "Wolfram… I want you to dance with me." He said, turning his attention back to the lamb who arched his back in and blinked bewildered at him. Wolfram chewed on his bottom lip, feeling his breath get stuck in his throat. He couldn't dance, he'd only end up stepping on his feet and making a fool out of the pair.

Noticing the conflict on Wolfram's face, Yuuri smiles kindly and steps up to him. His eyes glowed and he placed an arm around Wolfram's furry waist. "That's an order." He playfully says, making Wolfram's eyes widen in surprise and pouts. Yuuri could only hum and gently guide Wolfram to the white dance floor. The guests parted as Yuuri and the Omega stepped onto the dance floor.

"Let's dance, Sheep-chan."

Wolfram wondered briefly how the orchestra knew that Yuuri preferred slow dances to the faster ones. He was pretty sure that the orchestra was Madam Avilly's personal orchestra. He could only nip at his bottom lip as he realized he was going to dance with Yuuri. He had been avoiding the double black since he had returned the earmuffs, so he favored to look at his feet and focus on not stepping on the King's feet. The arm around his waist tightens a little, becoming the arm to the young Omega.

"Don't worry, you won't step on my feet. Trust me, I used to be terrible at dancing; I'd step on so many people's feet." Yuuri spoke sweetly and quietly, making Wolfram's head snap up at the words. Seriously? Wolfram wasn't sure if that was true, Yuuri is the King but then again, Yuuri is from another world. And with that, Wolfram found himself being spun slowly and gently along the floor.

Yuuri eyes Wolfram's costume once more and chuckles. "I suppose Lady Cecilie got to you." He smiles and turns Wolfram. Holding him tightly and gently, he only smiles when Wolfram stumbles over his own feet and nods his head as he moves him backward and forward. "You do look cute." Wolfram turned red as Yuuri whispered to him in his ear, making the blonde avoid his eyes and nibbled his bottom lip. "Don't worry, Wolfram. Lady Cecilie used to dress me up too. She used to make we wear such feminine dresses."

Eyes sparkled when Wolfram quickly lifted his eyes in disbelief to him. Yuuri nodded his head with a small hum. "Yeah, I know. Even Yozak would join in on the fun. It has to be one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to me. They even made me wear this soft blue one with white tuffs for a week straight. They even put fake black curls into my hair…." He groaned softly and shook his head.

Wolfram couldn't help but smile cutely. The image of Yuuri in a dress appeared in his mind's eye, making Wolfram let out a breathless giggle. "Oh. You find that funny? Well get this: my mom back on Earth was so disappointed that I wasn't a girl that she always made me wear girl clothes. She has thousands of photos of me as a girl! That is, until I 'began to roll in mud', as she says."

Wolfram laughed. It's soundless as always but he couldn't help it. His warm eyes sparkled at the thought, and he turns pink as Yuuri smiles widely at him. Quite enjoying the way Wolfram's face lit up. Yuuri quickly noticed his eyes kept looking at his tail, his honey eyebrows pulling together. Humming softly, Yuuri made Wolfram jump as he spun him around in a quite fast and suddenly turn. "Still can't put it together, huh?" he whispers into Wolfram's ear. Wolfram turned a lovely new shade of red.

"I'm the animal that devours cute sheep."

Growing hot, Wolfram blinking owlishly and makes a soft sound from the back of his throat. His body lifts from pure embarrassment that fills his body. He…H-He is…He's a wolf…isn't he… the thought slams through his head, almost making the small Omega dizzy. His legs buckled underneath him and suckles his bottom lip, and if it was even possible, steam flittered from his ears.

After a few more seconds of Yuuri staring at Wolfram, he pouts to himself, noticing the way Wolfram's shoulders was hunched and his head ducked. He cursed himself. Perhaps this wasn't right? Maybe he was pushing Wolfram too much. He thought he was making progress, but Wolfram's way too tense. He's supposed to be relaxed. "Wolfram? Why are you so tense? I'm teasing you, you know? …I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry." He rambled, fearing he had upset his Omega somehow.

Wolfram shook his head slowly and nods to the side. Yuuri's eyebrows arched in thought and he tilts his head to the side. Quickly, his midnight eyes blew wide upon seeing everyone staring at them, unblinking eyes watch their movement and he makes a sheepishly laugh. "R-Right…S-Sorry Wolf. I didn't think…"

Wolfram could only gulp and nod his head swiftly. The dance was cut short and Yuuri frowned. He wanted it to be longer, much longer. He didn't see why he couldn't just enjoy spending time with the Omega. He was beginning to become annoyed with it all. Wolfram's his; his Omega, why was it so hard? With a small sigh, and forcing a smile, he stepped away from the small lamb.

"Oh Wolfe! That was so cute!" Lady Cecilie cried out, and in blur of yellow and purple was across the hall in a blink of an eye. She smiled widely and grabbed ahold of her baby Omega, pulling him close to her and giggling at his face. "Wolfe! You're so adorable! My little lamb."

Yuuri chuckled upon seeing the look on Wolfram's face. Especially when Lady Cecilie smothered him into her large bust and blurred out even more words about her little sheep. He shook his head, but smiled lovingly at the blonde as his mother cupped his face and smothered kisses along his face before pulling him to the dance floor, demanding it was her turn to have a dance with her little lamb. Of course, Wolfram nervously went with his head down and a helpless expression on his face.

"Sorry." Yuuri mouthed to the blonde when he looked desperately at him, in hopes Yuuri would rescue him from the hyperactive woman. As soon as Yuuri mouthed the word, Wolfram frowned and glared a little at him. Yuuri grinned widely in amusement when Wolfram stuck his tongue at him and finally allowed his mother to cast him away into the music.

"Wolfram's so cute." He thought to himself, humming softly under his breath, rocking on the balls of his feet as the music began to play. It had been a few months since Wolfram walked into his life and he couldn't help but feel relieved. He had been looking for the blonde, his mate, his Omega and was astatic when he realized he had a bond with the small honey haired boy. Still, he wished he could become closer to the Omega, it was so hard and so difficult. Wolfram had walls around him and Yuuri was doing everything he could to pull them down. Why couldn't Wolfram just open the gate for him? It would be so much easier.

"Your Majesty." A familiar voice called to him, making the tiny black hairs stand up on end.

Yuuri turns on the balls of his feet, his long lush tail swing behind him. His black ears stood up on end before relaxing a little. Yuuri turns a bit pink and bows his head to the woman. "A-Ah. Madam Avilly." He breathes out, had not been expecting for the rose female to come up to him. "Um. M-may I help you?"

"No-no." Madam Avilly said kindly, shaking her head a little while making a kind sound that vibrated up her throat and sang along her lips. Her eyes sparkles and she lowers herself a little. "I was wondering if you'd like some wine?" she questioned, gesturing to the drinking table.

Blinking at the table, Yuuri clocks his head to the side and hiccups softly. "Oh no. I, um don't drink. But thank you anyway." He says as kindly as he could, bowing his head a little to her once more. He awkwardly shifts his body weight and inhales sharply through his nose, forcing a small smile upon his lips.

Madam Avilly pushes her scarlet curls over her shoulders, humming to herself and thoughtfully. She taps her fan against her chin a little. "That's fine, Your Majesty. I've also got fruit punch, on the table, if you'd like it." She says in a sugar filled tone, her blood red eyes sparkles and she lowers her pointed face near Yuuri's. She gestures her head to the table, and winks teasingly down at him.

Feeling uneasy with the woman, Yuuri gulps and glances off to the side, looking at the apparent drink table. His eyes roll across the table, noting there were two rather large bowls with many wine glasses, all of which glowed under the soft dim light above them. "Umm…" Yuuri sniffles a little, gaping his candy floss lips together softly. He was unsure what to say and mindlessly nods his head to the woman, and allowing her to guide him to the table.

Stepping weakly up to the table, his eyes sweep across the many glasses before taking interest into the bowls and noting one was a rather dark color while the other had a sweet color with a mouthwatering smell that makes his eyelids drop a little and tiredness fell through his veins. A yawn rolls up his throat, and Yuuri tried to bit back the yawn, but found it pushed past his lips anyway and echoed through the air. He flushed from embarrassment and somewhat timidly looked to the Mistress of the island with an apologizing smile.

"Would you like some?" Madam Avilly interrupted Yuuri, and smiled warmly at him. Her eyes swirled in amusement, watching the way the young Alpha's body switched from awkward, nervous and guarded, to sleepy, slouchy and a little confused. Her eyes switched between the young King and the bowl before reaching down and plucking her fingers delicately around the glass filled with the same liquid and lifted to the young King.

"It's really good. Made from our special snow fruit. Sweet like honey, with an edge of bitterness."

Yuuri only blinked innocently, his eyes rounds and they turn to the glass. He numbly clocks his head to the side and looks at the glasses thoughtfully, allowing Madam Avilly to place the glass into his soot-gloved hands. He swishes the liquid around in the glass, watching the odd white liquid slaps against the glass edge briefly. It was a pure peal color with a pink hint. Bringing the glass closer to his face, he gave a small sniff and blinks once more from the luring smell that nudges him, running its fingertips against his soft skin.

"It smells good." He thought to himself, his lips twitching with the desire to taste the good-looking fruit drink. Snow fruit? Yuuri could only wonder what the fruit looks like and how popular it was around here. And when he glanced about himself, he noted quietly to himself that everyone who had suddenly turned up during the night had a glass of it. "Very popular, huh?"

Yuuri never really thought about how fast the people of his Kingdom had come piling into the island. Within a few hours of his arrival being carried on the winds, coming to celebrate the New Birth Snow moon, which Yuuri was hoping to celebrate with Wolfram, and work on becoming closer to the blonde. They had shared a few kisses and Yuuri could see that the blonde was becoming more comfortable with him around which just made him feel so warm inside. Wolfram even allowed Yuuri to hold him close. Sure it was for a few minutes, but still! It was so much better than having the blonde run from him every chance he had!

Not just himself becoming closer to Wolfram, but Yuuri was pleased to see how quickly Greta had taken to Wolfram and how Wolfram had taken to Greta. Yuuri wondered briefly if Wolfram would be a good mother… he'll most definitely be a cute mother. Suddenly the image of Wolfram with a slight grown stomach popped into his head, the honey-haired boy gently rubbing the stomach with a very heart-tugging smile on face. Yuuri let out a dreamy sigh with a dreamy smile appearing across his face, bring his glass to his lips to taste the fruit punch.

"Oh. It tastes good." Yuuri murmured out in surprise before turning red from embarrassment and looking up at Madam Avilly with a nervous laugh. The taste was just as she said it was, sweet like honey with acid on the edge. Just delicious, it's great and Yuuri couldn't help but take another sip, a much bigger sip then before and letting out a low moan from the taste.

"It's a special brand of my favorite fruit." Madam Avilly explains, and with soft finger tips, takes another glass and fills it with the punch. "It's just to die for."

Yuuri blinks up at her and smiles widely, tipping the edge of the glass making his eyes to swirl as the liquid filled his mouth. "I bet Wolfram would love this." He noted to himself, turning his eyes onto the dance floor and searched the dancing couples before his orbs lit up as if a fire was placed behind them. Wolfram smiles sweetly and cutely, the white curls of his costume frames his adorable plush face and he makes a soft soundless laugh as he allowed his mother to swirl him around. Yuuri had to admit, both definitely looked like mother and son at that moment with loving eyes and bright smiles upon their face.

It warmed him up from the core of his soul. Even though the pair danced in a very motherly dance, unlike the others around them, like one would dance with a very young child. Yuuri knew Lady Cecilie; He knew she didn't give a damn what everyone else thought and in that moment, she could only see her baby that she had never got to raise.

"Oh! That's right! This is his first real dance. Isn't it?" Yuuri realized, smiling in amusement. Wolfram truly looked like he was enjoying the dance with his mother. Yuuri felt the quick sadness as the thought of Wolfram having never got to experience the feeling of dancing on an older sibling's or their mothers feet as a child, or being held and swung around, or even the small childish dancing. All of which Yuuri himself had since he could walk, his mother, father and damn elder brother always made sure he got everything. Yuuri couldn't help but feel cold at the thought. How cruel it was for the young Alpha to realize, that while he had everything somebody could possibly ask for, loving family, great memories and people who had always loved him. Wolfram had none of that until a mere few months ago.

Lady Cecilie was trying to make up for lost time. She was bonding with her baby Omega. Yuuri wouldn't be surprised to even see Conrad taking Wolfram onto his feet and dancing like how Yuuri and his own brother used to dance a long time ago. Yuuri hums softly as the image of Gwendal dancing like that with the honey-syrup haired Omega and couldn't help but sigh to himself. It was somewhat a cute thought, even if Gwendal was a very scary and stoic guy and Yuuri has noticed that ever since Wolfram had returned to their life, he had seen the soft side of the man. Gwendal finally looked like he could relax a little, even a few wrinkles on his forehead had faded away.

"Your Majesty?" Madam Avilly called out, regaining the young King's attention. He turns his head to look at her and noticed she was staring a little harshly at the mother and son on the floor. Yuuri blinks owlishly up at her in confusion, his eyes glances back to the mother and son and pouted.

Shaking her head, the young wine haired curled hair closes her eyes briefly and looks down at the double black Alpha. She smiles a very prey-like smile that stretches across her face. "May I ask a question?" she asked with a firm tone that makes Yuuri shudder a little and gulps.

"Um. O-okay…" Yuuri swallowed a painful lump in his throat, feeling his stomach flip and made his head ache oddly. He clenches his glass and forces a small smile. A flattering like feeling circled through his chest and spread to his fingertips.

Madam Avilly pushes a lock crimson behind her ear. "What's your relationship with young Wolfram?" she questioned, her voice soft and gentle but oddly, Yuuri heard a strange edge to her voice making his black eyebrows to his hairline.

"My…relationship?" Yuuri repeated slowly, pressing his pale lips tightly together and avoided looking at the woman. He felt funny all of suddenly, like his head was being squished. Pressure circling on all sides of his head, making the young Alpha almost stumble on the spot. His mind turned with nothingness and he makes a soft sigh to himself, lowering his head. It took him awhile to remember what Madam Avilly had asked before bravely turning his eyes onto the woman.

Madam Avilly was staring back at him with narrowed scarlet eyes that pierces through Yuuri's being. Making the Alpha shudder on the spot, he had never felt as if somebody was looking into his soul before. Only one – no; two people he knew could do that, and they were pretty close to him, and both were very powerful people. The Great Sage and the first King. He had never felt such eyes on him before, like his answer would decide something important that he is missing. Like a small puzzle was in front of him and whatever he had next would fit it together.

After a few soundless seconds ticked on by, Yuuri gathered his courage and looked deadly up at the woman. Finally deciding the best thing he could do, was to tell the truth. After all Madam Avilly was the mother to an Omega, she would understand him. Right? "I wish to court him as my destined mate. In time, of course."

Ruby eyes narrows even more, she stares harshly at Yuuri with a dark thought appearing within those red orbs of her. She perches her lips together and her eyes moves like spiders across the ball room, looking at the young Omega still in her Cecilie's arms and clenched her teeth. That vile Omega was messing things up even more. Why couldn't he learn to stay out of the way?

"I…see." She breathes out sharply, like cutting through the silence.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Yuuri questioned after a little while. He narrows his own dark eyes, almost challenging the woman. Yuuri didn't even realize how his Alpha, normally loud and demanding, let out a small petty growl as both of them felt like the woman was threating their Omega. He didn't notice how his body had become hot and that his veins clenched softly as something very wrong had begun to spread through his arms and legs.

"Oh no, Your Majesty." Madam Avilly clipped out sharply, bowing her head to the Alpha. Her hair falling into her face and arching her body. Her lips presses into a hard line. "You do know that Omega's aren't favored in the world, yes? This could damage you a lot; in ways you'll never imagine."

"I know."

Yuuri clenches his teeth. What was she getting out? Why was it so important to her to know how he felt towards Wolfram? He felt so threated strangely, like this woman wanted something from him but he didn't know what. Twisting himself, he places his glass onto the table and narrows his eyes even further.

"I'm going to change it. I'm going to make Omegas loved again." He says firmly, his voice as deep and strong as every King should have.

"…" Madam Avilly stared back at the King., her eyes looking straight into Yuuri's strong eyes and smirked, she clocks her head to the side and makes her eyebrows bounce a little. "I highly doubt that my King." She says and pulls at her dress as she bows to him. "Now if you'll excuse me, my guests need my attention."

Yuuri frowns and gives a sharp-nod to her. He watches as she gracefully walks across the floor her head held high as if nothing had happen between the two. He felt annoyed as his mind quickly places the pieces together. "She doesn't favor Omegas!" he grumbles to himself. He doesn't understand it, what was her problem? Lady Elixus, her own daughter, was an Omega but Yuuri was getting impression that Madam Avilly disliked Omegas for some reason.

"Unless…she blames Elixus for what happened to her company…." Yuuri realized, eyes widening at the thought and lips parting in shock. That had to be it. It made sense to him and made him feel weak at the knees at the thought. She wouldn't hurt Wolfram, would she? She wouldn't hurt her own daughter? What the hell is happening?

"Shibuya." The familiar voice called to him, and Yuuri turned to look at the fox sage coming his way with a cunning smile on his face. Yuuri couldn't trust his own voice and nods to him, as Murata comes to a standpoint near the double black Alpha and clocks his head to the side in thought. "You all right there, Shibuya?"

Yuuri sharply groans and shakes his head. "I'm fine. I just…had a weird conversation with Madam Avilly." He explained softly, slowly walking to the fair back of the hall, to lean against the wall. As soon as his back touched the wall, his legs throbbed with an odd sensation that made him sigh and gently rub his thighs. Why were his legs aching so much? They stung when he placed his weight onto them. It was weird, he thought he no longer got growing pains. Haven't had the pain since he turned eighteen years old, that and the fact Gisela had done something to his legs so he would gain such pain anymore.

"Shibuya, what did she say?" Murata grunted out, and when Yuuri looks at him, he blinks in confusion upon seeing the serious expression upon his face. Murata's face was harden and firmed, eyes narrowing through his glasses while looking at Yuuri. "Look. Shibuya, this is important. Did she say anything to do with Wolfram, or anything like that?"

"Um… yeah, kind of." Yuuri frowned and jolted at the pointed look his best friend sent him. He swallowed a lump and arched himself. "She just asked about my… relationship with Wolfram." He nervously murmured the words out and rubbed the back of his neck.

Murata blinks furiously, before his lips pulls into a grin that suited his fox costume very well. "Oh!" he began, his voice pitching rather loudly and making his lush ruby tail flicker behind him. "And what is your relationship with our Wolf?" he purred, leering at the King with a smug grin, leaning further into Yuuri's personal space.

Yuuri's eyes widen and he blushed, stepping away from the Sage and grumbled when said Sage followed after him. Murata wiggled his eyebrow at Yuuri and nudged him in the side. "All right! All right!" Yuuri sighed, pushing his friend a little before rubbing his tingling side and pouted widely. "I'm not talking about this with you anymore." He grumbled out, pressing his hand firmly against Murata's face and giving him a good push backward.

Murata yelped a little but still grinned, chuckling. "Right~ Right~ so what did Madam Avilly say once you admitted your undying love for Wolfe-chan?" he snickered at the expression on Yuuri's face and grinned at the glare the King sent him.

"It didn't go like that." Yuuri hissed under his breath and crossed his arms tightly. His black orbs closed a little and he sighs to himself. "I'm not sure what she meant. But she didn't seem to impressed when she found out I wanted…Wolfram that way." He murmured shyly and nervously, his cheeks flushing pink and he rubs the back of his head.

"I'd say she was kind of against it. She made it sound like because of Wolfram being an Omega, my Kingdom would crumble." Yuuri clicked his tongue in distaste. His brain quickly discarded the mere thought of it and pressed his lips tightly together, frowning a little. "I got the picture she didn't favor Omegas at all – that she blamed Lady Elixus, her own daughter, for everyone that happened to her."

Murata made a rather loud snort at the words, his eyes narrowing and looks off to the side, searching blurring crowd of dancing people. "This is very interesting." He muttered, crossing his arms and tilting his head downward in thought.

Yes, this is very interesting and twists a little of his original plan. If Madam Avilly really was the one behind Wolfram's kidnapping, of course she wouldn't like the fact the King found his mate in the blonde Omega. That and the fact Lady Elixus is much older than Wolfram, the anger she apparently held would still be inside her sweet body when Wolfram was born. Being Lady Cecilie's dear friend would give her great access to Wolfram as a baby. Nobody would expect the rose haired female, as she had her own baby Omega too; a perfect cover. And Madam Avilly was certainly smart enough to pull it off. It would be way too easy to sell the child off much later. Sell the toddler off into slavery, which would explain how Wolfram ended up in the Inn in the first place. But how did he end back in their Kingdom? Surely Madam Avilly would sell him off to another country far from them as possible?

Quickly, Murata let out a sharp breath and his eyebrows pulled together into a black arrow. His glasses captures the light coming from the lightbulbs above them. "Unless, it isn't that at all." Murata spoke loudly, his very high IQ brain turning with the many thoughts and facts, the puzzle becoming whole in his mind. "It could very well be a distraction from something else."

"Murata?" Yuuri called out in confusion, watching the emotions flicker across Murata's face. He bites his bottom lip as he stared across at his Sage and best friend. Now that he thought about it, ever since Murata had stepped onto the boat, Yuuri had felt as if he was hiding something from him.

Clenching his teeth, Yuuri narrowed his eyes and grumbles. "Murata." He began, his voice biting out like the very great King he truly was, making Murata shudder and snap his head up to look at the Alpha. He nervously laughs at the Alpha slits that merged through Yuuri's jade orbs. "Murata what are you hiding from me?"

"Umm, well…." Murata began, looking off to the side before sighing. There really was no point in hiding it and finally, he shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't like Gwendal was here to scold him for letting the King out of the shadows.

"Gwendal, Gunther, and I believe the Nagi Clan was behind the kidnapping of Wolfram."

The words hanged between the two friends, and Yuuri felt like his energy drained through his feet into the ground underneath him. His eyebrows pulled together and makes a soft whimper as he turned the words upside down in his head.

"What?" he breathed out finally, scratching the back of his head and looking off to ball room floor? Looking for Wolfram and sighed in relief upon seeing him resting with Lady Cecile, both seemed so happy and relaxed after the dance they just had. Yuuri's eyes softens as he looks on the Omega, noting Lady Cecile had given him a glass of the snow fruit punch. Yuuri almost smiles at the way Wolfram's face brightens up as he sips the punch and smiles widely his mother, showing her liked it which made her ecstatic.

"Murata. What are you talking about?" he growled, returning his eyes to his sage and snorting a little at the Sage. Holding his head high and demanding the information that held the danger that seemed to want to follow his mate across seas.

Murata tugs on his collar and sighs. His eyes closes briefly. "When Gwendal interviewed the prisoners to find out about Wolfram and how they got him, the woman, Wolfram calls 'Mistress' – whose true name is Madam Morgan, by the way – was given Wolfram by a mystery woman. Apparently, her face was hidden when she gave Morgan Wolfram, I could only imagine the confusion and fear Wolfram must have felt at the time, being barely a few-years-old, a toddler, really. Morgan had said that Wolfram was in great health when he came to them, making us believe that whoever had him before held a little care for Wolfram." Murata began to explain, choosing his words carefully and flinching when he spoke 'Mistress' noticing the way Yuuri's face harden when he spoke the word. Wolfram shouldn't have had a Mistress at all.

"Sir Gracesen received a letter that told them to meet them on the great bridge. The one that was named after you later." Murata added as an afterthought. Remembering how the bridge was built to celebrate their very first Great King before being renamed 'Yuuri' after said King cleared up the skies and brought the very much needed rain. "He told Morgan to go to the bridge to see this mystery woman, who gave her Wolfram, saying he would come in handy someday. I never quite put that together, to understand what that meant, but I'm still working on it."

Yuuri frowned and ran his hand through his silk black hair, sighing deeply. "And you think the mystery woman is Avilly? How can you be so sure? What exactly connects them to Wolfram's…kidnapping?"

"Ah well, Gracesen was able to sketch a rough copy of the clan seal on the note. It was the Nagi clan, which leads us to believe Avilly might have been involved. As she was around during the time before Wolfram went missing." Murata shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Yuuri eyed his friend and clocks his head. "But you're having second thoughts now?"

Murata nods his head, and lets out frustrated grown. "It's all too perfect." He spoke, making Yuuri frown in confusion and making a sound from the back of his throat. "Look, Yuuri, It's all good, and perfect; all lined up just perfectly and easy to uncover. If Avilly is the real culprit, I highly doubt she would be so clumsy enough to leave a trail behind her. And it isn't just that, Lady Morgan said the woman smelled of mint and neither Avilly nor Elixus smells of mint. I honestly believe we're following a trail that had been placed for us, for when the time comes, just in in case Wolfram was ever found."

"Wait, so this was all set up in case Wolfram was found?" Yuuri questioned, eyes glowing with understanding, keeping up with his friend. Yuuri was surprised himself that he understood everything leaving the Sage's lips. He wets his dry lips and frowns deeply. "It's a cover up. They're being framed, aren't they? Just like those corny shows Mum watches."

Murata chuckles and nods his head, his lips pulling into a tiny smile. "Hmm. Well done, Shibuya. You kept up." He teased and hummed loudly, stretching his arms and listening to the popping that erupted up his arms. "Even if she is innocent of that certain crime, I'm not saying we haven't stumbled across something else."

"You think she's up to something?" Yuuri added, pushing his silk jade locks from his forehead. It was then he noticed how sweaty he was. When had he began to sweat? He never really sweats anymore, not since he started jogging with Conrad and not just that either, his head felt heavy and he was beginning to get dizzy. His throat burned suddenly and his stomach launched forward, making him want to throw up everything in stomach. He even began to pant a little, like his breath was being ripped from his throat every second.

Clueless to what was happening to his friend, Murata hums, his long eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks. "Yeah. I think she's hiding something, or is after something but I don't think she is responsible for Wolfram's kidnapping." He said calmly, pushing his glasses up his nose and when he didn't get a reply, he turned his attention to Yuuri.

Murata's eyes widens a little, and his lips parted. "Shibuya? Yuuri?" he called out, reaching out to the young King and taking his shoulder. Feeling Yuuri tremble on the spot and almost fell straight into Murata, who quickly grabbed ahold of Yuuri fully. "How much wine have you drunk, Yuuri?"

"I haven't." Yuuri wheezed out, sniffling a little with his head dipping tiredly. His eyelids dropping and he hiccupped a little. "I'm just…suddenly really tried. I should retire…or something…" he yawned, his shoulders hunching as he clocked his head back a groans tiredly.

"I can walk you to your bedroom if you would like?" Murata offered in concern, eyeing the way Yuuri's demeanor change completely. How did he get so tired so quickly? It didn't make sense to him. Murata glanced at the large white flowers placed around the hall and wondered briefly if Yuuri was having a reaction to them? Likely, he supposed.

Yuuri slushily shook his head and rubbed his eyes like a cat would. He grumbled a deeply and tiredly runs his fingers across his face, his fingertips caressing his soft skin as he sighed. "N-No…N-No. I'll go by myself, the chamber I have isn't very fair from the ball room. I can find it by myself." He muttered, smiling weakly to the sage and giving him a small nod.

"You sure?" Murata eyed the raven and stepped back when Yuuri nods his head once more. "Alright then…" Murata trailed off quietly and curiously, watching the way his King stepped forward.

Yuuri waved the sage off with a sigh, turning towards the double doors and slowly moving himself towards the doors. He grumbled to himself, feeling as if with every step there were chains holding him down. Locking him to the ground. He sighed deeply and pushed his sweaty hair from his face, forcing himself to walk faster as the music was beginning to make his ears burn with heat. Shaking his head a little, pushes the doors open and steps out. Sighing in relief as the music faded away behind the doors, unaware of the savage pair of eyes following him out.

Gasping for breath, Yuuri struggled to move. Why did it feel like his muscles were falling apart in his legs? The feeling in them was slowly draining away. He felt as if he was being pulled to the ground, his legs began to shake uncontrollable. His view blurred and was starting to become watery, making Yuuri realize tears was starting to build up at the corners of eyes. "What's wrong with me?" he thought out loud, feeling his heart pounded within his chest and echoing through his head.

"Don't worry Heika, it'll wear off soon." A familiar voice chuckled from behind him and when Yuuri turned around in confusion. His head feeling as if it was about to fall straight off his shoulders, sending a horrible and painful buzz, and ring like sound pulse through the back of his head He tried to peek up at whoever was talking to him, the voice was deep and echoed through his head, like he was suddenly dropped underwater, making his head feeling even heavier than before.

Yuuri carefully tilts his head back, his eyes slowly closes and he whimpers quietly as darkness crawled along his sight. Large white spot casted through his view, making his body shake. "W-What?" he wheezed out, hiccupping once more right before his body crumbled.

"The second dose will be much worse." The voice breathed through the air as Yuuri fell unconscious and the last sound Yuuri heard before everything went dark around him was a shrill laughter that followed after him. The laughter ripped into his being and Yuuri cried out himself, his shoulders aching a little.

Yuuri felt his throat tighten, as if a red string was tied around his throat. "W-Wolfram…" he murmured quietly, the thought of the young Omega in his mind eye before form tingled with nothingness.

Meanwhile back in the ballroom, Wolfram shifted on the chair he sat upon and whimpered soundlessly to himself. His back arched and he felt his skin tingle all over with worry. A small frown appeared across his cherry lips and blinks slowly, his long eyelashes framing his sweet green eyes and casting soft shadows across his cheeks. He gulps and feels his throat clench, as if a hand was gripping his throat. He felt as though something was wrong, that something bad happened. "Does that even make any sense?" Wolfram wondered, rubbing his eyes a little and hiccupping even more, and tilting his head to the side.

Clenching his lips together, Wolfram rolled his eyes across the room, searching for anything out of place that could make him feel this way. Gulping, Wolfram lightly taps his hoof-hands together. Pouting in astonishment, and trying to scratch the side of his head. Of course, wearing this onesie didn't allow him to do so, which annoyed him a little. Shaking it off, his shoulders bouncing, he slowly gets off the chair and scans the room once more.

His large round emerald eyes takes in the scene of moving couples, swaying to the music happily and twisting and turning before he finds his breath freezing in his throat upon seeing a certain pair of humans dancing still. Wolfram felt the angry and annoyance fill his veins, making him frown so deeply that it hurts his cheeks.

"Wolf?" Lady Cecile called out, cooing out to her adorable son. The adorable lamb-onesie Omega links a few times and peers back at the woman, who tilts her head thoughtfully before following her baby's eye line to the pair still dancing within the middle of the ballroom. "Oh! Aren't they adorable! Connie!" she squealed, swaying on her feet with her hands to her cheeks.

Wolfram blinks once and twice at his apparently mother in disbelief. Did she really just say that? "Does she not know? At all?" he wondered to himself, frowning in disappointment at the woman and shook his head with a sigh. He rubs the back of the white curls spreading across the back of his head, making the beautiful sparkling green ribbon around his neck shift and tighten a little, making him whine under his breath. Finally, his warm green eyes flickers about, searching for the familiar apricot haired and lapis eyed male who most likely was still hiding somewhere in the hall in the shadows.

"It must hurt." Wolfram thinks to himself, his eyelids flickering and he puffs out his cheeks a little. Wolfram clicks his head to the side, scanning the bubbling shadows that fills the areas around them. "To watch the person you love dance with somebody else…" it was then, that Wolfram finally spots the lion near by the drinking table. He tilts his head and glances down at his glass of fruit punch and taking a quick sip of it.

SMACH!

Just as Wolfram was about to step towards Yozak when a sound echoed through the ball room. As soon as the sound swished through the air, it cut off the music and made everyone freeze like an old movie that just been pause. Everyone blinks to one another, looking at eachother quietly.

Wolfram slowly blinks once more, his eyes blow wide as sauces as he turned to stare at the couple where the sound had just echoed around. He frowns a little in even deeper confusion. "What's going on?" he wondered and tried to stretch to the side to see through many trees of people. His eyes narrowed sharply in hopes to see what is going on.

"What is it? What is it?" he gasped to himself, noticing the expression that spread across everyone's face. Shock and amazement, he felt a chill run up his spin and making his hands twitch. Why was everyone acting so weird now? He could even taste the odd tension in the air that seemed to vibrate through everyone forms and Wolfram pouts in pure frustration that he couldn't understand what was happening. Nobody was even paying attention to him. Nobody was explain anything to him at all. Why was everyone so tense? He curled his lips tightly together and arched them, trying to get onto his tiptoes to peer over the tall heads, but he couldn't. It was times like this Wolfram cursed his height.

"Oh Connie!" Lady Cecile squealed above the thickening silence that leaked out in every direction. Wolfram blinks furiously, snapping his head around to look the woman in hopes she could explain what in the world was happening but all Lady Cecile squealed in excitement. She clapped her hands furiously and smiled widely, bouncing on the balls her feet eagerly.

Wolfram shook his head and carefully shoveled on his hoofed feet. Quietly listening to all the words that suddenly erupted through the hall, he tried to listen to what was being said, but the voices all merged into one and began to make his head ach. His hands felt clammy and sweaty, he frowned and nipped at his bottom lip a little. Wolfram clocks his head to the side, peeking quietly through the bodies before walking forward and began to sliver between them, in hopes to come to what the center of everything is.

"Wolfram?" Tilting his head to the side, Wolfram stumbled out from the crowd ad blinked blankly. He lifts his head to look up at the person in front of him. Yozak stared down at him with unmoving sky eyes. The man tilts his head and after a few second makes a soft snort, holding his hand out for the small Omega.

Yozak easily heaved him up to his feet. "I thought Omegas were supposed be delicate on their feet. Like cats." He chuckled, grinning widely to the blonde.

Frowning even deeper, his cheeks puffing out somewhat painfully and Wolfram glared at Yozak. He rolled his eyes at Yozak's playful teasing. He sighed to himself, his shoulders hunching while glancing back at the crowd thoughtfully. Yozak clocks his head to the side and follows Wolfram's view, and swallows, scratching the side of his head. "I suppose… the Captain's going to choose Lady Elixus, Huh?" he mumbled quietly, lowering his head and licking his lips a bit.

Wolfram gazes up at him quietly, he frowns and circles his eyes towards the crowd. He swallows a small gulp, while chewing the inside of his mouth and stared through the people parting and revealing the brunette with the red haired beauty. Conrad shifted his weight with the expression of pure shock on his face, his body was arched to the side while cradling his garnet shaded cheek. His nose flares softly and Conrad chews his bottom lip, unsure of what to say or do. He could only stare at the woman in front of him, this had never happened to him before, he had seen it happen to other people but not to himself. He was a half Mazoku and a normal breed, no breed really. Awkwardly, Conrad shifts once more and scans his surrounding, eyes sweeping across the ball room before finding just what he was looking for.

Yozak stared back with a nervous expression on his face. He quickly turned his eyes from the brown haired male, looking down at his feet while Wolfram looked between the two. And there it was, Wolfram noted with his eyes sliding half-lidded and a tiny smile appearing upon his face. The rope that held the two together, the redness seeping between the two. They're mates, Wolfram knew that for a matter of fact. Turning his wide minty eyes onto the young woman who had caused this rift between the two and glared.

"Stupid 'Lady Elixus'." He thought to himself, snorting to himself and shaking his head. How stupid it all were. To try and get between something like that. The mating bond between the two were so strong and smelling. It was the first time Wolfram had ever seen it, Thorn had explained it to him so many times before and he never truly believed it until he had seen it between the two tall men. He bites his bottom lip harshly and puffs out his cheeks in annoyance.

Wolfram jumped in surprise when he noticed Conrad had suddenly began to strive in his direction. Snapping out of his swirling thoughts, Wolfram allows his head to fall to the side and he peeks off to the side where he thought Yozak had been standing. Wolfram felt the butterscotch hairs stand up on end when he noticed everyone's eyes following the stalky brunette.

"Yozak. I-" Conrad began to speak, his lips parting and his voice coming out in gritty and slightly broken. Wheezing the words as feel through his soft lips, his syrup eyes glows as they stare at the tangerine-haired-male. Wolfram glances between the two, nervously allowing his eyes to switch between the two and watches as Yozak moves his mouth to speak, only to shake his head and turns to stalk off.

Wolfram stared after him, watching the taller man and slowly rolled his eyes onto Conrad and gave a soundless sigh. He bounces on his feet and quickly followed after the brunette, eyeing the way he moved through the doors. Wolfram expected him to go after Yozak but blinked and frowned when he took a sharp turn. Wolfram glanced back over his shoulders and found that Lady Elixus had moved to follow, only to stop when she met his eyes. His glowing, sparkling, green eyes narrowing harshly at her in displeasure. Wolfram huffed and blew a silk golden lock out of his face and spins on the balls of his feet, and tailed after his older brother, quietly walking after him until the two enter the mansion's yard. Wolfram felt his heart skip a beat at how beautiful it was. The snow slicking at everything in front of him.

"Yozak…" Conrad muttered lowly, lowering his head and allowing his arms to fall at his sides loosely. His eyes shut briefly before finally he peeks at down at Wolfram. "Wolfram… look, I…" he began before making a choked sound from the back of his throat from the way Wolfram stared up at him. Wolfram presses his lips into a line and tilts his body, crossing his arms and allowing a very 'brat' like expression to appear across his face.

Conrad sighs and rubs the back of his head. "He doesn't want to see me, Wolfram. Not after I allowed Lady Elixus to slap me." He muttered lowering his head and shifting on the mansion step. Conrad makes a rather loud sigh, muttering words Wolfram didn't understand under his breath. He lightly pulled at his umber locks.

Wolfram flutters his eyes and curls his lips in an odd direction. "Just what's the big deal of being slapped?" Wolfram wondered to himself, tilting his head to the side and clicking his tongue a little. He hadn't ever seen anything about couples, only his master and mistress. Thought he had heard stories, Lucas had told him a few stories about slapping.

Wolfram's eyes widens and he whimpers. "Wait…does a slap really mean a marriage proposal…" he thought in awe. Lucas had told him about it once, but Wolfram thought he was just joking. With that in thought, he reached up to his brother and gave Conrad a small light slap to the cheek in curiosity.

Conrad blinks a few times and arches his head down to look at Wolfram. He chuckled at the look on his face and shook his head. "No, Wolfram. That does not count." He hummed making the small Omega blink with a tiny frown.

"A marriage proposal has to be a strong smack. That and the fact you're my little brother, so you know, it's against the law." He smirked ruffling Wolfram's white hooded head. "Sorry. I'm rejecting you."

Wolfram huffs and rolls his head, reaching up and finally yanking the annoying hood from his head. His blonde hair bounced around his head, all the tiny hairs of sunshine rolls beautifully along his pale skin. He inhales a bitter breath of the cool air, feeling his throat tingle all over. He glances at Conrad once more and nudges him with the elbow of his arm, rolling it firmly against the side of Conrart. When the brunette looked down at him, Wolfram gestured back to the mansion with the side of his head, giving a sharp nod.

"Wolfram, Yozak doesn't want to see me. I'm sure he hates me now." Conrad sighed even deeper to himself, allowing his head to drop back into his hand and sigh. "I really messed up." With a low hum, Wolfram leant back against the step he sat upon. Kicking his legs a little. He slaps his lips together a little, and peers at his brother. Unsure of what to do or to say…? Wolfram shrugged to himself.

"So apparently Conrad was proposed to and now Yozak's angry." Wolfram thought, sniffling in the cold air and lifting his eyes to watch the sky. Smiling in awe as the clouds began to part, revealing the rather large and glorious moon that just sparkles in the right way. "Whoa…"

After what felt like hours, but were really a few minutes, Wolfram let out a bubble of soundless yawns. He stretched his arms out and wonders to himself how long the two had been sitting there before he shook his head and pushes himself onto his feet. His legs shakes underneath him and peeks at Conrad, noticing he was deeply in thought. "Ah. You don't need to wait with me anymore. You can go to bed now." Conrad says warmly, and smiled up at the Omega kindly. "Do you want me to walk you back?"

Wolfram shook his head and gave a small wave, re-entering the incredibly warm house. He hums under his breath and stretches his arms out. For the first time in a long time, he actually couldn't wait for the beds. His body trembled from the coldness that followed after him. He turned to walk down another corridor before he felt something slam into the back of his head.

Wolfram stumbled forward, coming to a stop. His legs trembled underneath him and his body swayed from the painful throb that ripped through his body and his eyes twitched, his view blurring and everything began to spin around him. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he felt a hand grab the back of his lamb-hood and gave him a sharp yank backward. His feet swirled and he yelped as his body ducked backward. Everything burst with color around his form, making his eyes tear up and he couldn't even think straight as pain began to rip apart his skull from the inside out. With that, everything went black.

His mind felt heavy, a ring split through his head making him whimper. He felt tired and his body ached all over, his muscles witched within his arms and legs. His eyes slide open very briefly for a split of second, having a very quick look around himself. He found himself laying numbly across a cold stone floor with chains hanging around him. Bars were lined up in front of him, but it was what was behind the bars that made his head burst with emotions.

Yuuri was forced to stand by something thick holding his arms above his head.

"Y-Yuuri?"

Before everything around him faded away into hush blackness once more.

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And that's chapter 14! YAY! We are officially halfway through Arc 2 of Tear Stain Moon! I'm so excited, looking forward to Arc 3! I'm sure everyone will like it. Small spoiler...there will be a year time-skip. So if anybody would like something to happen in that time-skip, let me know now and I'll add it into my timetable! Ohhhh! I'm so excited. Damnit! I just want to skip the rest of Arc 2. Sigh. But I can't.

Anyway! I told you a lot of big things were to happen in this chapter. Was it worth it? Please, I want to know. I'm so nervous. Tear Stain Moon is my baby. My very first original story I've wrote using just my imagination. I've heard that some people go around rating stories! Who does that? Seriously? How rude and demeaning can you get...but I can't help but worry for my baby. Oh no.

P.S! There is two miss-spelled words in here. I've tried to find them, but I've lost them twice over. So please, overlook them if you come across them. Thank you...Hehe~