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Chapter Eleven: "Temporary Setback"

Warning(s): a/b/o

Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine unfortunately

Bold is the Alpha voice being used.

Italics in "quotations" is past words or words that are being read in the person's head/thoughts.

Author's Note: enjoy :)

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There the four of them were, the same evening, the fire burning crisps of air and smoke into the darkness.

Merlin was seated beside Thora, meanwhile the other two Alpha's kept themselves at a safe distance from one another. Keeping a close eye on their mate.

"You have been running for days?" The servant asked, the blonde haired woman nodding as she smiled at him. "We have not stopped, I escaped from the castle to find Clement, to which we both then decided to find the Druid camp." She explained.

Clement nodded with a sigh, cutting herself into the conversation. "But we have yet to find it." 

Merlin perked up, looking from Arthur to the broader female with a widened grin. The Prince shaking his head knowingly.

"We can take you there." He informed.

Both women were surprised, Thora in disbelief as Clement continued to talk. "You can?"

The sorcerer got to his feet, his smile wide and gracious. "It is my camp, I come from there."

"Merlin-"

"It is only over an hour on horse, maybe three on foot."

Thora and Clement seemed elated, the Omega getting to her feet and clasping her hands thankfully. "Well that is wonderful! We must leave quickly-"

Arthur marched over from his position against the tree. "No, no. We will be doing no such thing-"

"Arthur-" Merlin turned to his Prince in distraught.

"No Merlin, you cannot convince me otherwise, we have just came from the forsaken place and we have to get to Camelot." He argued. 

In return, Merlin's face had fell, his frustration rising. "Forsaken place?"

Arthur realised his mistake and hurriedly tried to correct himself, a growl beneath his words. "Ugh, you know what I meant-"

"You've been saying that a lot recently and I am starting to think I don't-" 

"We are not going back to that camp! I have a kingdom to save, and whether you like it or not, you are coming with me."

Clement began to stalk towards Arthur, frowning. "Was it not you who lost your kingdom in the first place? He can make his own decision, you have no authority over-"

"I have authority, he is my servant!"

"I thought he would be more!"

The argument breaking loose was becoming heated. At her words, Arthur had gotten all the more agitated and stormed away, picking up his sword whilst he was at it.

Merlin sighed. "Oh, real mature for Camelot's future king!"

Unfazed by his words, Arthur had left their view. It was impossible to think that he was Prince Arthur, an Alpha who was trained since birth to kill and was bestowed to be a great knight.

Thora frowned and sat back down on the log, along with Merlin, beside the fire, Clement crossing her arms and taking slow steps around the burning light. Arms folded and face creased.