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Chapter One: "An Old Tale"

Warning(s): a/b/o, sexual implications and tension, don't like? don't read

Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine unfortunately

Bold is the Alpha voice being used.

Author's Note: I was stuck between Merlin's Omega side being a life long secret from Arthur until I thought about how he also is keeping the secret of his magic from him, so I decided that this would be an interesting take! Hope you enjoy.

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The first time Merlin had ever come in complete contact with Arthur's secondary gender was at a time where it was very much expected.

Yet, not at all either.

An Alpha had their own heats around two to three times in a year, but Arthurs was slowed down to once a year.

Why? A complete mystery.

It wasn't until the myth that Arthur did not possess the power to love was discovered, that Gaius believed that could be the reason.

This was not told to Arthur of course.

Although, despite his complaints, Arthur's rut came randomly, and when it did, it was worse than ever.

At the time, Merlin thought that Arthur was being his usual self when bragging about how his heat barely affected himself, the only reason he hid was to keep the Omegan's, in the castle and village, safe.

Yet again, Merlin was wrong.

Arthur's true feelings towards his own yearly nightmare was far worse than he could have ever imagined.

It seemed that he was not frightened of it, neither angry, but worried instead.

As the young Warlock took himself up the staircase during the early morning hours, he carried a tray of breakfast in his hands.

Today was a relaxing day, Merlin found tranquility in the darkened sky and heavy rain outside. For some, odd, reason he found that the idea of everyone inside their warm, cosy homes, all bundled up with their families, food and a warm fire, everyone at peace for even a moment, filled his heart with the brightest of warmths.

Yet he was so deep in his thoughts, the Prince was stubborn and never bore his burdens onto anyone other than himself. Every possible thought Merlin began to think of his master, just made him worry more so.

Arthur Pendragon. Prince of Camelot, the once and future King, the Warmest Alpha of Lands.

Was in fact the love of his life.

No one would ever know, Arthur had his life foretold, and with this, Merlin knew his only place in it must be the guidance and protection he offered for his Prince.

His friend.

Merlin paused in the hallway, his feet side by side as he furrowed his brow in thought.

It often came to him, in sudden moments, that he would begin to wonder of his life without magic, and if he was actually a Beta.

As the warlock inhaled, he shut his eyes to recall the memory.

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The boy lay in his forestry chambers, sniffling and hiding his body amongst the blankets of safety.

Soft tears ran down his cheeks, clutching his shirt and rolling over onto his other side as he felt uncomfortable.

Why? Why now?