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The wedding reception hosted at Riddle Manor immediately after the ceremony's conclusion was truly spectacular.
Guests enjoyed fine spreads of food which were constantly replenished by the many hired chefs as well as some of Little Hangleton's best live music that echoed through the hastily converted ballroom.
To Tom's dismay, he had to mingle with his guests for a while before he could whisk Harriet away and consummate their official union.
He endured one conversation after another as the afternoon droned on.
While Harriet enjoyed chatting with people, naturally extroverted and outgoing, as night fell, she found herself growing rather sleepy.
Her wedding to Tom had been everything she had dreamed.
The food had been delicious, and the day had been happy, but as a pregnant omega, Harriet wanted to lie down in her nest after all the excitement.
Finally, as guests began to leave the manor, Tom circled the party once more with her on his arm and bid each of their attendees goodnight.
He made certain to flash his charming smile when he said goodbye to the Minister.
Afterwards, Tom kept his pace normal and his expression pleasant as he and Harriet discreetly left the party to slowly walk upstairs together.
As soon as they reached the landing and rounded a corner, Harriet laughed as her alpha abandoned his facade.
She gasped as Tom whirled around, grasped her hips, and pushed her against the closest wall, careful not to hurt her, but forceful enough to assert his dominance.
"T-Tom…….?" Harriet asked as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You've tortured me long enough, sweetling…..Give yourself to me…..now." Tom commanded as he glanced down at Harriet's creamy cleavage before his dark eyes flickered up to her face.
The subtle swell of her belly became adorably visible in the gathers of rippled, ivory silk between them as Harriet scoffed, "Tom!...Here?!"
"Did I not speak loudly enough, my darling?" He asked with a dangerously sweet smile.
"We're in the middle of the hallway!" Harriet laughed, "What if someone comes?"
"Then I suppose they can either watch or turn around." He quipped.
Harriet chuckled before she demanded, "Take me to our bedroom! We can't just-"
"-Oh, Mrs. Riddle……" Tom interrupted her with an evil smile, "We absolutely can."
Before Harriet could shout in protest, Tom ripped the beautiful bodice of her gorgeous gown until her heavy breasts tumbled openly into his view.
Harriet cried out as he dove in and buried his face in their supple softness while he pushed her gown aside to nuzzle and suckle her tender glands.
He growled in response as Harriet's fingers tangled in his dark hair.
She couldn't deny her own excitement about the situation.
Tom would take her there in the hallway.
What if someone came around the corner?
What if someone……
Harriet lost more of herself with each wet kiss her alpha placed on her exposed skin.
Wet…..
Harriet realized arousal pooled between her legs, the scent of which she knew Tom could detect.
A few seconds after she noticed her own eagerness, underneath the folds of her lovely gown, her new husband freed himself from the aching confines of his trousers and sank into her.
As they coupled against the wall and cemented the validity of their marriage bond, Tom had to gnash his teeth to stop from spilling himself inside his lover too soon.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, Harriet gasping for breath with her cheeks pink while he pleasured her, her pregnant belly proudly protruding from her abdomen, and her marvelous breasts bouncing with every jerk of his hips.
As he listened to his omega's throaty cry once ecstasy crashed over her, he clamped down on her neck as he held her close and found his own release.
Tom didn't consider Harriet's condition to be the scandal others thought.
If his mate hadn't already been with child the day they had married, he would have filled her belly by the morning after their nuptials.
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While her son and adopted daughter delighted in the thrills newlyweds enjoyed, Merope walked through the empty ballroom and picked up a stray piece of a gossamer streamer that had fallen to the floor, seemingly overlooked by the cleaning staff.
Although the ballroom had darkened and the guests had gone, Merope held the shred of decoration from her son's wedding in her hands and closed her eyes.
The day had been nearly perfect.
In fact, if it hadn't been for Tom junior's previous meddling, if would have been-
"-What are you doing down here, pet?" A smooth voice purred as hands suddenly slid over Merope's waist.
Her dark eyes widened as Tom senior's delicious, musky scent flooded her nostrils once he came to stand behind her.
"I……I was just taking a walk before bed, that's all." Merope nodded as Tom senior pressed against her, "It's been a good day, hasn't it?"
"The night promises to become even better, my beauty." Tom senior purred as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against Merope's shoulder.
She closed her eyes as her husband began to cover her in gentle attention.
The sentiment of his affection seemed amazing, but Merope frowned in guilt instead of bliss as she eventually shrugged him off, pulled away, and stepped back.
Tom senior frowned as Merope cleared her throat and nodded, "I'm sure you're tired, Tom? I know I am."
"Hardly." Tom senior chuckled as he took a step forward, "I came because I want something from you, my love."
Merope's heart fluttered with dread as Tom senior stepped forward and boldly pulled her into his arms.
She forced a smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes and asked, "Oh, darling?...What's that?"
Tom senior leaned forward and gave Merope a long, lingering kiss before he pulled back and whispered against her lips, "...Merope, my love, I beg you….Won't you give me another child?"
Merope's dark eyes widened.
She violently pushed him away with a look of horror on her face as she asked, "W-What did you say?!"
Tom senior scowled at her as if she had punched him while he spoke, "I think it's rather sad that our son has no siblings. Don't you agree, my love? I myself wish I had a brother or sister sometimes, to help keep the family affairs in order……..I'm certain, my dearest, that if we had not been forced to endure many cruel years apart, this house would now be filled with our offspring."
Merope frowned as she gazed at her coerced husband.
The tragedy of the situation became too much for her to bear.
"Sorry." She murmured as she pushed past him, "My head is throbbing, I don't feel very well."
Tom senior blinked as she fled from the room.
Desperate for her to return, he called out, "Merope!...Merope, my love! Come back!"
Merope had no intention of obeying her alpha in that moment.
Bitter tears began to fall from her eyes as she raced down the hallway.
She flung the closest lavatory door open, hurried inside, and locked herself in before she collapsed on the cold, stone floor in miserable weeping.
Merope held her hands to her face while her shoulders shook from the force of her sobbing.
What a cruel torment it was for her to exist in that house with the man she loved in vain!
Had the circumstances been different, in another world, or another lifetime, then perhaps Tom senior's words would have been spoken truthfully, not from the influence of a curse.
Merope would have liked nothing more than to be loved by Tom senior and spend her life loving him back as she bore and raised his children.
Silently, she vowed to find a way to free Tom senior from their son's diabolical grasp.
The guilt the thought caused her was incredible.
She sniffed as she took her hands away from her face and stared numbly ahead.
How could she possibly convince her baby boy that the gift he had given her had actually been a punishment?
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While Merope spent the rest of Tom junior's winter break fending her amorous alpha off, her son barely left his room.
Lawrence brought meals and water for the newlyweds throughout each day, which he thoughtfully left by the door in polite discretion.
Harriet felt happy and satisfied.
Tom proved to be the alpha most omegas only dreamed of.
He fluffed Harriet's pillows, rubbed her belly, and fussed over her every second.
Usually though, that fussing and rubbing gave way to lovemaking, which Harriet never refused.
In addition to enjoying her groom during their domestic honeymoon, nothing eased the discomforts brought on by her condition like soaring over the peaks of pleasure her husband flung her across.
One January afternoon, the youngest Mr. and Mrs. Riddle laid together in their cozy nest.
Harriet had propped herself up against a mound of pillows pressed supportively around her.
She sighed while her fingers knotted lazily in Tom's curly, dark hair as she watched the snow fall gently outside.
The large picture window in their bedchamber afforded a generous view of the grey winter landscape Riddle Manor's grounds had become.
Harriet closed her eyes for a second and sighed in satisfaction as Tom drew another lazy pull.
As he nursed, he held one of her heavy breasts while he simultaneously cradled her little belly.
"If you don't stop, you'll make me want you again." Harriet warned as she shifted in the covers.
In a silent, teasing reply, Tom let his hand slip off her belly and snake up to her other breast.
Harriet cried out as he began to knead her flesh while his suckling took on a new purpose.
Slowly, he crawled on top of her as her heart began to race.
Harriet wished that time would freeze.
School would never resume, another day would never come.
She would stay young, happy, and pregnant, forever ensnared in her alpha's arms, hidden from the world in her cozy nest.
It was unfortunate that not all of Harriet Riddle's dreams could come true.