It had been two weeks since Tresillo had been in Alpha rage and held his Branch in his arms. He recalled little from this time and had graciously taken the punches his sister's mates had given him for attacking them half-hearted as they were, they had seen how he was already beating himself up for hurting them, and when they had found out what had caused it, let's say that it was a good thing the queen wasn't in the vicinity.

Tresillo had abided by the rules Branch's family requested, one week of no contact between the two, to allow Branch to recover from the threat, and the Omega's instincts which had gone into overdrive to settle so he could make a formal decision, and not one fuelled by the moment.

In this time, he had received a note from the family, thanking him for his gift, which made Tresillo happy as he thought it had gone missing in his rage.

He knew that normally these gifts were used to prove one wealth or status, but Tresillo was a simple troll, as a bounty hunter he didn't really have solid roots like most trolls and hinter land trolls had settlements everywhere, some had built homes, others preferred tents, and many were just passers through. Due to their profession, Tresillo and his sisters were normally passers through, but the newly mated twins wanted to put roots down and wherever they were, Tresillo would be, su familia meant the world to him, this is what he wanted to offer Branch, a home, and a family.

So, he gave them one of the skills he'd learned and carved a simple, family scene, the two funk parents where sat, watching their twins chase a ball, with a smaller troll sat reading a book, he knew the thing he valued most was family and so did they.

They had also told him they had given the newly minted prince, permission to write to him as long he agreed to discreetly do so, without a formal contract and no knowledge of who truly held Branchs at the present they couldn't risk their son getting hurt.

His sisters had ribbed him tirelessly because of the lovesick grin on his face after the letter came accompanying an acceptance gift and each letter before.

Stroking the simple handwoven blue band on his wrist, catching the sweet peach scent, which had been sent two days ago with an apology from his spitfire that he had not been able to give it to him in person as proper, but hoped he would understand the concern his family had for his protection, he had and told him so.

Tresillo thought about when he started coming around from the rage, he felt a plush body in his arms, with a peach and cinnamon scent in his nose, his hand-crafted band on a slender wrist, his simple gift had been accepted by the sleeping omega, he felt the rumble in his chest and heard the sleepy thrills respond.

All he could think was his gift was willingly accepted, and he wasn't going to lose him.

He found out from the twin princes he'd apparently stolen quite a few blankets to make a small nest for Branch, who was content not to be far away from him. His rage had triggered Branch's primal need to keep the Alphas attention and focus on him, it had taken hours for them both to come around, the Funk family had been kind and taken him and his sisters to Vibe city medical, them for treatment and him to come down safely and away from crowds.

Tresillo still remembered what sent him into the rage, it still sent angers him now, and when he was coherent enough to apologise to the family for not formally asking permission to court Branch, they had been understandably concerned about what had happened to cause it, he'd explained and to say the family had been furious was an understatement, they had known that Peppy had implied it, and had blatantly threatened Branch in front of them, but to find out the Queen had been advised to do so before.

Two weeks ago, Branch had been brought back to Vibe city, for his safety, and because he'd unconsciously loosed his scent to entice alphas' or one particular reggaeton alpha to pay sole attention to him.

Right now, he was laying in his bed watching the sunrise, from the large window.

He'd been awake for a short time, from another dream about the reggaeton Alpha, running his thumb over the carved tresillo which had been etching it to the leather band. Sighing he brought it up to his face, finding what was left of the apple pie scent.

Letting his eyes drift close, he let his thought wonder to the dream which woke him.

Hazy steam was curling from the water that his hansom alpha rested in, curling his arms around his love pressing soft kisses to the shoulders as he knelt next to copper tub.

Nuzzling the scent spot of his alpha, the smell of crisp apples and warm cinnamon fill his senses warming him, he had missed his Tesoro.

He wanted to kiss him, pressing a kiss to the warm cheek, hinting, which was taken, rough lips pressed against his, soft at first, but as seconds ticked away, he felt Tresillo's warm tongue slid against his seeking permission, which he happily gave. He melted into the kiss, tongues slowly dancing with each other, the alphas scruff rubbed against his softer face the sensation sent shivers pleasure through him.

He never wanted to stop, but he needed air.

Dazed he pulled back, looking into loving warm green eyes, his warm cheek resting in the alphas larger, warm blue hand, feeling a thumb rub against his cheek. 'Mi amor, join me' Tresillos timber washed over him as a kiss was pressed into his palm.

He could feel his Tesoro eyes burning into him as he slid of his robe, his body feeling loose in the heat and the heady scent of spiced apples swallowing the room causing his heart to race, he felt his ear prick up as a low satisfaction filled growl, echoed through the room causing heat started pooling in his lower belly.

Teasingly he turned resting a hand across the curve of his growing belly watching as green eyes narrow, the growl lowering to a heavy rumble, drawing closer he caught the two offered paws, helping him into the water.

Settling between sturdy blue thighs, the waters heat settling around him.

Leaning against the solid chest behind, lips returning the kisses to his shoulders, drawing a content purr from him, feeling the small flutters against the two hands cupped against their pup.

A hand slipped under the cover.

Hearing the rumble start again, he ran his hand over the arms tracing the reggaeton markings, hearing Tresillo's rumble hitch, 'what are you doing querido?' Was mumbled into his shoulder as he felt sharp canines grazing his mating mark.

Sliding a hand to interlink their fingers, guiding it past his curved belly until the alpha took the hint and growled lowly, teeth catching as mouthed the mark purposefully, causing heat to spike through him.

Fingers gliding lightly across his belly, lower.

Feeling the hand go lower, his legs spread instinctively as thick fingers teased and rubbed at his seam, feeling a nip as at his ear, the alphas smooth voice tells him 'Look at you, round with my pup showing them your mió, relax for me amour, let me love you, feel you, fill you, open up for me querido'

Feeling his body flush at the inspired images, his body responded, his seam opening more as Tresillos fingers worked into him, the heated water helping ease the way, a finger found his clit, causing his head to fall back on to the sturdy shoulder behind, a moan of pleasure escaped him as the alpha sunk his teeth into his mate bite at the same time, as his clit was circled teasingly.

'Eso es todo mi amor, canta para mí'

'Tresillo'

Feeling a blunt finger brush teasingly against his entrance, his head fell back against the shoulder bearing his neck, allowing room for the alphas continued attack, kisses intermingled with light nips with sharp bites, the scruff rubbing at his overheated skin, the thick finger slid into him slowly, as the other hand rubbed at his sensitive chest, drawing low moans from him.

'More, please'

He hips started to slowly rock against the palm and in time with the finger inside him, shallow breaths as his hand gripped at the thighs bracketing his own.

Low rumbles, echoed through the room as the crisp apple and cinnamon got stronger, blending with his own sweet peach and cinnamon, creating something uniquely them.

One finger became two as his g-spot was teased, fingers sped up, twisting, and scissoring at his opening, causing his breath to turn to shallow, as pleasure filled gasps were dragged from him 'more, please, faster,' he begged.

Feeling the alphas grin on his shoulder turn feral at his request, his fingers slowed down, curling into him, torturing him.

Another finger joined, his back arch at the light burning feeling at his entrance, feeling the tease as the heavy fingers pushed in and pulled out slower each time.

'Alpha' whimpering.

Feeling the alpha unsheathing behind him the warm full cock pressed against his cleft, rocking against fingers trying to get them to speed up, 'please, please Tesoro, Alpha please.'

Gasping when the hand that was toying with his chest pulled his face to meet the alphas the warm mouth, the hot tongue delving deep into his mouth, overpowering him, he gave and letting himself be guided.

Fingers were ripped from is body causing him to thrill loudly, he felt the alphas hands guiding his hips, helping him to kneel and lean forward, his hand gripped the baths edge as felt the alpha drape himself over his back, on hand tightening on his hip almost bruising, the curled protectively around his heavy belly.

A blunt tip pressing into him, causing his body arch as he was finally given what his body craved, bolts of pleasure shot through him as his spot was rubbed at each shallow thrusts, until the alpha full sunk into him with a low moan in his ear.

'Mio, mi omega'

'Tres..,Alpha, Alpha, please'

Feeling each thrust rocking him forward, the knot forming in his lower belly getting tighter and tighter until his back arched, pleasure raced through him, as the strong thrusts continued, the ridged cock still rubbing against the spot inside him.

Hearing a loud growl in his ear, the Alpha still guiding him through his orgasm, as canines sank deeper into his mating gland, at the same time as a rush of hot, thick, fluid filled him, a knot locking them together, marking him inside as the teeth marked him outside.

Branch could feel his heart racing as the pleasure crashed through him and his breath catching as he came back to himself and tried to bring it back under control.

Taking his hand from between his legs, the fingers damp with his own glittering cum coating his fingers, blushing Branch pulled a tissue from the bedside table, and he cleaned himself up.

Laying back down until his racing heart caught back up with him, he ran a hand over his belly, a pup, he thought what it would look like, would it take more after him or would it have Tresillos markings.

He was getting ahead of himself there wasn't even a formal contract between them, and he was thinking about carrying his pup's.

Tresillo had been on his mind for quite a while, long before everything with Po… her happened, he couldn't even say her name anymore.

When he was only a few days into the recovery agreement, his parents had been sent a letter, stating he either came back to be her mate or lose any rights afforded to him as a pop troll, this had destroyed any feeling he had connected to the village (not that he had many good ones) the only thing he truly mourned was the loss of his bunker and what he'd brought from the troll tree and Gary, it had been his home for 14 years.

His Mama forbade him and the twins from leaving their apartment for the week in fear of losing them, staying with them to make sure they all stayed put.

With her and baba's permission not knowing they had Tresillo given permission to write to him, it made him happy, so long as they agreed to the rules they set forward until the formal contacts were drawn up.

He'd written a letter every day since he woken from his haze, just simple ones. Nothing that could have been misinterpreted. But he longed to write something more, ask more, get to know more about Tresillo.

After almost two weeks of constant negotiations and confirmation he was able to send Tresillo a letter explaining and apologising, saying he regretted he couldn't present his gift to him personally, that is was the traditional pop troll acceptance gift, a hand-woven bracelet made of teal and blue fibres which were his colours, his gramma had taught him to weave and braid when he was three, so he wanted to make the gift, he was encouraged by his brothers to add small silver beads to represent his new status as a funk troll.

Three weeks since Branch had denied her right.

Two weeks since he'd been taken by the funk family and refused to come back to pop village.

Five days, since a necklace with a pink crystal in representing her, had been sent and returned with no note.

Fine, if her mate wouldn't come to her willingly, he'd be brought by force.

Her father had already started. He sent out long distance tracker bugs to look for her mates,

brothers, with notes out saying Branch was being forcefully held against his will until his next heat, to be mated to one of the funk princes was easy.

It turns out not only was Branch an omega but, he was the only one out of four older alpha brothers, and had come from two family lines of extremely fertile alpha and omegas, this boasted well as it was practically a guarantee that more than one royal child would be an alpha, if his siblings were anything to go by.

Sitting at her desk, Poppy pulled the necklace towards her, soon my sweetheart, you shall be here in my arms, filled with my pups, my mating bite, my Omega.

Growling lowly, Poppy stroked a finger over the thick chain of the necklace and imagined the blue omega in the only necklace, looking up at her from his position between her knees, chin resting on her thigh, his hands cradling their growing pup.

Humming she knew he wouldn't be receptive at first, but he would learn, if not she had a way to ensure he would.

Wrapping the chain around her fist, Poppy spun around on the chair, she looked at the nest she'd prepared for their mating, imagining the shorter blue troll in it, sweet slick dripping out of him, lost to the throws of heat, pleading for her.

Poppy being the good alpha she would give what he wanted and fuck him full of her pups, he would never be without one in his belly making sure he couldn't leave.

Her thumb ran over the large pink crystal in the centre, a rumble came from her as she imagined it resting on her Branch's throat resting next to her mating bite, a visible reminder to others he was only hers and once locked in place wouldn't come off.

Four blue tracker bugs sped across the landscape to various areas of the troll kingdoms, carrying a letter which was received by four very different trolls, all surprised to have received anything from pop village after they left.

John Dory, Spruce, Clay, Floyd.

You need to return to troll village immediately.

Some years ago, your youngest brother Branch was entered into a courtship contract with my youngest daughter Poppy, with permission from your grandmother.

During their happy courtship, they had finally decided to consummate the bond, and to announce their mate-ship at the newly created enchantment ball.

It seems a young funk prince misinterpreted a kind-hearted gesture of friendship your brother had extended and seized the chance to trick your brother unknowingly into a courtship, followed by his forced removal from pop village.

We have tried to negotiate his safe return but nothing we done, has worked. There has been word they intend not to wait much longer and force sweet Branch.

The tracker bugs can guide you to us, return to us swiftly and help return sweet Branch to his rightful Alpha.

hurry,

King Peppy

Two brothers read in fear, there sweet baby was troll napped to be forced into mating, they may have abandoned the troll tree after the fight, but they never forgot Branch.

The others two where together when the tracker bugs had arrived, looking at each other they nodded, they knew Gramma Rosie was not alive, and she had given Branch's marriage contract to the younger, who had promptly split it in half, handing a section to his older brother.

'We need to get there before the other two idiots do something stupid.'

The other nodding 'what though'

'Let's start with getting to Vibe city and Branch.'

Translation:

querido - darling Spanish

Tesoro - darling Italian

Eso es todo mi amor, canta para mí' -that's it my love, sing for me