The Rightful King

Scott | 018

**CW: Sexual scenes**

            Robbie would be easy enough to fall in love with.

He wasn't necessarily what Scott envisioned when he had entertained the thought of taking an Omega mate, he'd always imagined some posh, spoilt well-bred Omega who would drain his bank account because they knew exactly how to get their way. Someone who was cunning in social situations, who knew how to use their Omegean charms to navigate the royal world.

The Omega curled up into his side didn't exactly fit that criteria.

Robbie was the exact opposite of that, actually. His parents were unknown Betas, he drank himself stupid because he was nervous about talking to people, and he hadn't even changed his room when presented the opportunity. Scott supposed it wasn't a bad thing, according to polls administered by multiple magazines, he was one of the favorites among his Suitors. People seemed to eat up his sweet disposition, and the juxtaposition to his own personality might help shape his public image into what he wanted.

Scott breathed in a sigh. He was supposed to be doing some work while the younger was sleeping, he'd brought his laptop for that exact reason, though it had been doing nothing but sitting in his lap and occasionally making whirring noises while the bright screen annoyed his eyes. It was hard to focus with the lingering smell of heat around him, and it was only getting worse as time passed. He had encouraged Robbie to sleep after they had eaten, because although his heat wouldn't be nearly as bad while on suppressants, it was still going to take a toll on his body.

He finally powered off his laptop, carefully moving away from the sleeping Omega so that he could set the computer on the nightstand. Clearly he wasn't going to get anything done while his brain was addled by Robbie's pheromones, so the least he could do was try and get some rest. Scott laid himself down then, wrapping an arm around Robbie's waist and allowing himself to succumb to the sickly-sweet smell emanating from the younger Omega. He was overly warm, the heat induced fever making his skin hot to the touch, but Scott merely held him closer.

Scott had never helped anyone through a heat, nor been helped through one.

It was common practice for courting partners to help one another through heat, but up until this point, he'd never been courting. He could only hope he'd be any good at it.

His own first heat had been disastrous. He had barely been thirteen at the time, and his exposure to other Omegas had been limited to maids (who hardly talked to him) and mates of important leaders (who didn't care about some brat prince). Of course, he'd known what a heat was, but his full expectation of being an Alpha had prevented him from actually learning anything about them.

He had thought he was dying when he'd gone into heat the first time.

It had come seemingly out of nowhere, and suddenly a pill was being shoved down his throat and he was thrown into a room by himself. Those four days had seemed like the longest of his life, the sudden instincts that hadn't been there before, the new heightened sense of smell, the slick. It was like being thrown to the wolves, new emotions of shame and disgust tearing at his muddled brain while his body begged for him to be close to another being. Scott hadn't even made a proper nest during his first heat.

Needless to say, he was going to do everything in his power to make Robbie's as comfortable as possible.

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Scott woke up to Robbie whining beside him.

It wasn't loud, if anything it seemed like he was trying to contain them, but little whimpers kept slipping past his lips. Scott turned over to face him, pulling the Omega into his arms while trying to force himself awake. The smell of slick hit him like a tidal wave, and the tears staining Robbie's cheeks shook off the last bit of sleep, the need to care for and protect washing over him.