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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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"You lied to me." Were the words that broke the frazzled silence around them. Louis looked up, shocked— not at the words, rather the tone. It was chockful of hostility, rancor, abhorrence, and any other word out there that expressed bitterness and resentment. The tone was unfamiliar and eccentric, no one had ever risked talking to him with such tone much less Harry. The sweet omega that never dared to be hostile with anyone.
"I didn't. I never told you I am a purebred, Harry."
"You hid the truth, didn't you? That's what lying is,"
Louis didn't respond after that; he wasn't sure how to. The green-eyed boy huffed at the silence, standing up from the stool and leaving the kitchen brusquely, without so much as a word. It was weird, he admitted— seeing Harry act so distant. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle whatever this was. The pragmatic part of him assured him that Harry just needed space, some space to mull over his thoughts but something deep inside him told him it wasn't that. The hostile tone was much more than just needing space. It was much more than that.
He breathed out a sigh, running a hand over his face before he stood up, rolling his neck to ease out some nerves before he was ambling his way up to the front of the house. He took his sweet time making sure the doors and the windows were locked securely, he made sure the lights were switched off before he plodded his way up the stairs. Once standing in front of the door to their bedroom, he took a deep breath in. There was a slim chance Harry wouldn't be up for cuddles tonight— that thought shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. Obviously, he could sleep without a warm, lean body cuddled up to him, in fact, he had been sleeping without that for years.
He opened the door before he could chicken out, and immediately he was surrounded by the sweet scent of the omega. Harry had scented the whole room. His eyes fell on Harry, the boy was lying in the middle of the bed, surrounded by heaps of quilts and pillows. It wasn't their nest, it wasn't the nest that they shared— definitely not the one Harry had termed 'our nest'.
It was Harry's nest. And that fact became clear as crystal in his mind when his eyes fell on the pile of a thick duvet with two pillows on top of it. They were the pillows Louis used, the duvet that had Louis' scent lingering, mixed with that of Harry's. The omega had even made sure to place the alpha's bedding far, far away from him. "We need to talk," he spoke up, voice hoarse. His mouth felt like sandpaper, dry and unpleasant. He licked his chapped lips, stepping a foot inside the warm room only to stumble backward when a growl resonated through the room.
"Get out." His eyes widened, eyes taking in the fierce omega perched on the bed, growling like a possessive mother of a litter of pups whose nest had just been pestered by a stranger. "Harry, you need to understand. I never meant for any of this to happen. Trust me, I tried—"
"Get out! You lied to me!"
"Okay, now you are just fucking overreacting. I said I fucking tried calling off the marriage so you wouldn't have to be married to a fucking half-blooded rogue but you have to understand! It wasn't in my hands, nothing was." He swallowed, pausing when he noticed the color of Harry's eyes changing slowly but surely.
