My Sweet Boy | Omegaverse

Chapter 4

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Victor chuckled to himself. The boy was something. Robin was a sheltered child, the most clueless among the Marcella siblings but he was also one of the most intriguing ones.

Victor wondered how long they would keep him in this room before coming to take him away. He would not bleed to death but he would be sluggish if they didn't let him tend to his wounds.

He sighed and leaned back on the chair, waiting for one of the guards to show up. This time a male guard showed up which wasn't a surprise, initiation ceremony had ended there was no need to keep Alpha guards away anymore.

"How was it?" the smirking Alpha soldier asked as he opened his tied hands.

Victor rolled his eyes.

"We know you can speak."

Of course they knew. He had used his voice to command submission on multiple occasions. He wasn't built to follow other Alphas. The only reason he survived was because the guards and other Alpha slaves knew not to push his buttons. They knew to respect him.

"Come on then," the man pulled him towards the holding cells. "You know we had been betting on who would cave first. You or that puny little boy."

Victor had him by the collar and on the ground in an instant. He gripped his neck, put a knee on his chest and tightened his hold.

"You want to rile me up, Sammy? Do you know what happened to the last person who pushed me too far?"

"You killed Kazuki?" the man's eyes bulged.

"I am just a slave. But you should not be talking about a prince like that. Who knows how you will be punished. Don't want you to go missing like your friend."

The man gritted his teeth before pushing Victor away and standing up tall.

"Walk with me," he said with a hint of fear behind his words. Victor followed, hiding his smile. These guys were too easy.

He pushed him into the holding cell and locked the door from outside. Medical supplies were thrown in a few secoonds later which only included wound cleaning liquid.

It was dawn and in a few hours he would be pulled out of his cell again to work on the fields. That was their daily routine. Working on the fields by the day and warming the beds of royal family members at night. It was monotonous to say the least.

Victor decided to get some sleep before he would be woken up again.

When he walked out of the cell in the morning, everyone eyed him, his friends, guards, servants. Like there was something on his face. It wasn't new to him. When he first came in he got a lot of attention then as well. They knew what he had done during the war. He almost won the war single handedly. There were whispers of his cruelty circulating around the palace. Everyone feared him. His physique didn't help. He was much larger than the other Alphas in Capital City. But with time he learnt to blend in. Today he didn't seem to do so.

"How did it go with the Marcella boy?" Jordan, one of his few friends among the Alpha slaves, asked.

"Good," he said, dismissing him.

"Just good? Was he as uptight as he looks?"

Victor was never a type of gossip and this topic was making him more furious than usual. Why did they care what the boy was like? If anything he knew how to stand his ground and not give in to the raunchy Alphas who wanted to get in his pants. There were very few omegas like him. The omegas Victor met usually slept with as many Alphas as possible before they met their mate, in a pretense of living their life.

"Why does it matter? He is more intelligent than all of the Marcella siblings combined."

"Yeah, you are right," Jordan said. "You should shower. You look awful."

Victor winced remembering how he hadn't showered yesterday and presented in that tattered state to Robin. He walked to the community shower and stood underneath the cold spray of water. The water came directly from the mountains. It was freezing. Most days he hated it but today he welcomed it. It calmed down his nerves.

He let his hand clean the blood off his body. His wounds healed fast but they had done a good job on him. First on his leg, then back of his head and lastly he had bruised his wrists trying to keep his hands to himself. He had warned the other slaves to keep their head down during the choosing process and they had complied, not daring to defy him. He was thankful he had made the demand. He didn't know what he would do if they saw what he saw. The frigid boy, as everyone said, standing on the podium like a sex god.

Victor truly thought he could go through with it. Take his virginity and be done with it but he couldn't. Not without compromising Robin. In the end he had to lie to him to get away from the situation. It was the only thing that would have worked. He knew Robin, the boy wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it. It was also the reason he made his interest known at the choosing so Robin would choose him and not an unwilling Alpha, not that any Alpha would be unwilling to have sex with a beautiful omega like him.

He looked around, making sure no one was around and made quick work of jerking himself off. He had a feeling this was just the start and with time things will get worse. It was time to execute his plan.