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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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"And this is his husband, Harry." Louis' mother, Meredith, introduced him to her friends, a proud smile tugging at her tinted lips. A chorus of greetings echoed back making Harry squirm in his place. "He's a shy one." A middle-aged omega commented softly, sipping her flute of sparkling wine subsequently. Harry looked at the woman properly, she had bags embedding her gray eyes, jet-black hair pulled back tightly in a flawless bun that sat atop her head like a crown. "Stop being so observant, April." A male omega snorted from his place, sprawled languidly across the recliner as he typed something furiously on his phone. "Stop being so rude to me, Niall or god help me—"
The male omega cut her off with a loud laugh, baby blue eyes twinkling with mirth as he sat up properly. "What? Are you going to spank me, April?" The blond snickered, waggling his brows suggestively. The woman's face turned a deep shade of red at the absurd suggestion, her jaw going slack as she squinted her tired eyes at the laughing male. "I won't but maybe your alpha will." April— according to what Harry had heard the blond calling her— retorted back, a lazy smirk stretched across her tanned face. Harry watched as almost immediately the blond's face twisted in distaste, an unintentional pout forming across his pink lips as an indignant huff left his mouth.
"As if my bottom isn't already sore enough." The blond huffed, slouching against his seat as he crossed his arms across his chest in defeat. The boy's words bubbled a laugh out of everyone— even Harry who had been quiet during the whole repartee. Fortunately for him, his laugh was concealed by the hubbub of the crowd around him. "Liam definitely railed you last night, hm?"
"Just went a little rough on me when he made a fool of himself."
"Niall!"
"What? He literally couldn't distinguish between his pants and mine, and when he went to work wearing my trousers, that fucker tore them apart from the back! And they were my favorite pair." Niall exclaimed, his tone edging towards a whine as he recited what must have happened yesterday. "That doesn't sound like the Liam I know. Spill the beans, Horan." A young girl spat out playfully, black eyes tapering in sheer suspicion.
"I may or may not have asked for it?" Niall admitted with a sheepish grin plastered across his flushed face.
