"Come in." His soft spoken voice rang out, barely registering through the door. Allen's mouth ran dry, fist hovering just above the dark wood.
The King must have heard his heart hammering against his chest.
Allen pushed the door open, stepping inside the King's study. His eyes swept the room curiously before settling on the King and the man sitting before his desk. Unlike most parts of the castle which held a sort of old, ancient vibe to it, the King's study was quite modern. The walls were white with big, arching windows that let a lot of light spill through. A white, fluffy rug took up most of the wooden floor; his light marble desk sat atop the rug.
The King himself sat in a large, grey office chair, looking more casual than Allen had ever seen him before. His generally neat, curly hair was frizzy and unkept, sticking up in different directions. A pair of large, round glasses were perched on his nose and his face wasn't covered under a layer of makeup, showcasing the deep purple bags under his eyes. He wore a comically large sweater that was slipping off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone and the fading hickeys on his neck that Allen observed with a pang of guilt.
"You should've let this one mark you, Scotty. Women and men alike would swoon over him giving public speeches rather than your scrawny ass." The man, an Alpha, that was sitting across from Scott had turned to look at him, grey eyes glittering with amusement.
"James," Scott sighed softly, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he rested his cheek against his hand. "You are dismissed for the rest of the day. Please, for the love of God, go home and stay out of my hair."
"As you wish, my King." The man snorted and stood. "He even has a lip piercing. He's a four course meal you'd be a fool to pass up." He brushed past Allen, shutting the door loudly behind him.
Scott closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to reign in his annoyance. When he opened his eyes they somehow looked even more tired. He waved his hand toward the chairs. "Please, sit. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." Allen grumbled out as he sat down on the overly plush chair. "You look like you've seen better days though."
Scott chuckled lightly with a nod. "Yes, I should've waited until I was recovered before summoning you, but I felt it was best to talk as soon as possible."
Omega's bodies were naturally weaker, and heat generally pushed them to a limit. The heat calmed down after about five days, but their bodies took another five to recuperate. Unmated Omegas were usually taken care of by their family afterward, but Scott was up and about and it'd been less than a week since his had began.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" Allen found himself asking.
Scott smiled as if the question amused him. He grabbed the steaming mug off of his desk, wrapping his small fingers around it for warmth as he leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps. Would you like some hot chocolate?"
"No thanks." Allen shook his head, "Why are you up then?"
"My work doesn't stop just because I'm ill."
"There's gotta be someone who can help out when you can't?"
"That's the point of this competition." Scott sipped his hot chocolate, eyes twinkling with something Allen couldn't quite place.
"Your dad wasn't mated for years. Surely he had someone to do his work when he couldn't." Allen huffed.
"Yes, but he had everyone's respect. If I start slacking in my work it'll further damage my already tarnished reputation."
"That's bullshit."
Scott chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "It's been a while since I've had someone argue for me. That's not why I called you in here though. I want to apologize."
"For?"
"Well, what happened the other night. With everything that's been going on the past few months, my heat completely slipped my mind. Which isn't an excuse, I usually keep very close track of it." He dropped his gaze as redness crept onto his cheeks, no doubt remembering the event. "I'm very sorry about it."
Allen shook his head dismissively. "No, it's fine. I'm just glad I was tranquilized rather than hit over the head with something."
Scott arched a questioning eyebrow. "Does this happen to you often?"
"My ex couldn't keep up with his heat for the life of him." Allen huffed out, "He was just so scatter-brained. After a few close calls, all of them ending with me having a concussion, I started keeping track of them for him."
"I see. Thank you for not being angry." Scott smiled, fidgeting a bit. "There is something else I'd like to discuss with you."
Allen nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"I want you to rule with me."
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