Oliver

A minute ticks by as Evelyr stands in front of me, twisting his dagger in one hand as if considering his options. They want information and they will use anything to get it. Though the clearly older creature isn’t entirely sure what to make of his brother, Blythe’s decision to throw him over his shoulder and undo the chains around my hair.

“Did you put a spell on my brother?” His voice harsh as he looms over me. In his eyes I see the same fearsome assassin that ended my life once before. The room felt three degrees colder but I knew it was just my own fear.

“No. I can’t do magic.” I say trying to appease him though I have a feeling that lying to his face isn’t really going to work on him.

“Do I look stupid to you, Omega?” The way he says that its like its some kind of insult. I open my mouth to reply when I catch a glimpse of a shadow behind Evelyr.

My mouth drops open as a shiver runs down my spine. He can’t be here. Impossible. The anger radiating from the man who calls himself my father His anger, the pain and brutality of failing him, its all on his face.

“No..” I whimper looking at the figure behind Evelyr as he steps closer.

“Good. I am not stupid.” Evelyr replies as if that answer was to him and not the figure behind him stepping around him and getting closer.

“Oh.. you got yourself caught. How weak and pathetic. I’m surprised they haven’t killed you yet.”

It’s as if my father is standing in the same room as both of us but I know he can’t be here.

“... There you are.” The voice of the King echoes in my head. The chains keep me held down in the seat. There is no mistake. Evelyr is had to make out behind the King’s body. The King steps closer and closer. “Quite a bind you have yourself in, little kitten.” His voice is full of sarcasm as he stops and stands right in front of me.

“No.. no.. no..no!” I thrash underneath the chains. Not wanting the King to come any closer and see me like this.

Taking the chain into his hands, the King smirks at me. The chains ripples with a strange vibration. The King leans closer to my ear.

“Return before sundown.” The threat behind those words could be seen in his glowering gaze. The chains begin to crack, crumbling into shards that dig into skin and fly throughout the room. The chair took the brunt of the chains shattering which tears into my clothing as I roll away.

I am then rolled on my back. My face pressed into the ground a sharp blade slightly pricking into my neck.

“What did you do?” Evelyr hissed in my ear. Frankly explaining that my father, the King of Ironford just appeared and broke the chains seems fairly far fetched. Catching a glimpse around me the King is nowhere in sight. Did he vanish?

“...nothing...” I say in a voice barely above a whisper. Evelyr presses the dagger deeper against my throat. Whimpering I begin to flail my legs again.

“You are lying to me.” Hissing in my ear, the blade sinks deeper.

I can not hold back the whimper of pain that comes from my body. His back pressed against mine. The Alpha scent in the air all consuming my body. I want to fight back, move, just do anything. The warning from the King about Alpha’s overpowering omega’s strikes a chord in my mind. An omega’s weakness hitting my body in waves. A strange tingle in my stomach. One I have not felt before.

“... What’s this?” Evelyr asks in surprise sniffing the air. “You have got to be kidding me.” The scorn in his voice evident. “Aren’t you full of surprises, omega.”

The way he presses his body onto mine a moment later has my blood run cold. “Please.. don’t..” The threat of some other action that the King had warned him of has him trying to kick his leg backwards desperately.

“I’m not doing anything but trying to get your name.. Calm down.” Evelyr sighs as his legs move and pin mine down so they can not move. “Given where you are from I am not surprised you may have been told stories about big bad Alpha’s.” He draws the blade back. Blood drips from me but its not deep enough for any permanent damage. “I am growing impatient. Your name.”

“I-I can’t.” The feeling in my stomach starting to echo through my body. “Let me go... just let me go. “ Pleading while trying to twist my body but it is of no avail. Evelyr is not budging. I know him. He knows me.

“Assassin, you marked my face and you think that I wont get your name just because you have gone into heat. You are not a fool.” There

A sharp pain goes right into my shoulder. The dagger imbeds into my body. I scream despite knowing better than to do so. That is the moment I hear a frustrated grunt behind both of us.

“Evelyr, why did you let him out of the chains?” The voice of someone unfamiliar asks. Evelyr’s head turns toward him.

“He did something and they shattered. He’s refusing to name himself.” Evelyr sounds annoyed that he as to explain himself to the other presence in the room.

“Argh!” I howl in pain as the dagger is drawn from my arm. Then the blade is gone, I don’t know where. A moment later Evelyr steps off of me as if his fun is ruined by the presence of the other person.

“What do you mean?” The other presence sounds astonished.

My body is shaking I’m barely capable of keeping up with the conversation. At some point I’ve rolled into a ball. The pain mixing with the burning heat taking over my body. It’s like some of my bodily autonomy isn’t functioning.

“He needs Blythe.” The stranger said with a sad sigh.

“What do you mean he needs Blythe?” Evelyr sounds pissed.

“Blythe’s dragon called him a mate.” The stranger sounds disapproving of this.

“Konnor, what the fuck?” Evelyr’s irritation growing. “You have to be kidding. Whatever, carry him to the tent, patch his wounds. I’ll have to figure this shit out later.” Evelyr stomps out of the tent.

Gentle hands lift me from the ground. My body spasming with this foreign need to be close to a safe person. I crave to be near someone who could understand what I am going through.

“Take a deep breath.. we are not far from his tent.” Konnor says gently. I close my eyes and breathe in and out slowly. I’ll live through this. I’ve been through worse.