(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)
Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...
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"Alpha?" Louis jumps back into consciousness as Harry's voice reaches his ears, eyes wide and frantic. He reaches out for his omega, holding his thin, cold fingers and meeting his troubled, forest eyes. "H-how — what? I-I..." Louis is agile to move near his hysteric lover, holding his convulsing body with uttermost scrupulousness. Harry cries out, almost as though every touch is burning his skin, that he is being tortured by his own thoughts that reside in the depths of his mind.
"I'm here. I'm here with you, my love," Louis repeats with a voice that he barely hears himself, too afraid of speaking in a higher tone, not wanting the omega to be agitated further. Harry persists in rolling out words that make no sense to Louis, his body fighting between a state of consciousness and slumber, lost between reality and horror. "You are here in our chamber," he kisses Harry's hair, the omega balling his fist around Louis' nightshirt and crying out. "You are wearing your nightgown, the one I adore the most," he soothes, gently rocking Harry's body. "I love you so much, my sweet thing. You are everything to me. Can you come back to me, love? Come back to your Alpha."
"L-Lou!" Harry's voice cracks like a piece of glass turning into shreds, his eyes shut as tears roll down his ruby cheeks. "Our pup! Lou, our pup!" He hollers, his breaths deep and almost concerning. Louis' arms tighten around him and Harry buries his face in between the haven of Louis' shoulder and his neck. "She pushed m— our pup, Alpha!"
"Harry, my love," he begins, his heart thundering at the sight of his restless omega. "What are you talking about? I-Is our pup in danger?"
"She pushed me, Lou! I couldn't save our pup. She pushed me!" Harry screams out, his long limbs untameable as they labour against Louis' hold. "Our pup, Lou, our pup—"
"What are you talking about? Harry, no one pushed you, you are here with me, and you are ensconced. So is our pup, my love." Louis pries Harry's face away from him to reassure him, his hands damp with the omega's tears. The omega looks devastated, his skin washed in tears and eyes tender. Louis presses his lips against Harry's, tasting the salt of his tears, hoping to take away the pain Harry is in. What made him so frantic?
"Pup's a'right?" Harry scarcely manages the words, soft breaths against Louis' lips. Louis combs his fingers through Harry's long locks, his thumb wiping a fresh tear from Harry's cheek.
"The pup's alright. I asked for the physician the moment I found you in the forest—"
"Forgive me for interrupting, my prince, b-but what did you imply when you said you found me in the forest?" Harry frowns, a deep crease of confusion painted on his face.
"You got lost, darlin'," Louis strokes his hair gently, placing Harry more comfortably on his lap with a sturdy hand around the omega's slightly widened waist. "I was searchin' for you. I felt as though my life had no purpose when you weren't in front of me after sundown. Even the ghouls of the forest did not fright me enough to stop me from getting to you. That is how I found you, cold and lying on the floor lifeless. It was like a stab to my heart when the thought of something unpleasant happening to you or our pup crossed me," his arm tightens around Harry, the odious flashes of sighting his lover on the forest floor adding a hard weight on his chest. "Never leave me," he mumbles against the crown of Harry's curls.
