Hidden Queen

2

"Did you have that dream again?"

Jungkook rolled over, looking at his best friend, a Beta, and another member of the Royal Guard. He had joined as soon as he was presented with his Father's encouragement; he knew that Jungkook needed a purpose in life, and this was the only way he wouldn't drown in sorrow from his missing mate. He knew Minnie was still alive. He also knew he was in a lot of pain, pushing Jungkook to train harder. 

"I did, I miss him."

Tae sighed. He'd met Jungkook the day he joined the guard, and there was always something so sad about the Alpha. When he found out that he had met his soulmate when he was only 4 years old and then stolen away from him a month after he presented as an Omega, he got it. He could only imagine the pain the Alpha was going through. "Well, since you are up, we might as well go eat and then go see what's in store for us today."

The Alpha scoffed, "Training, like every other day. Soon, we'll be sent to the border to fight off that mad King in the North."

"Ah, King Han and his Crazy Queen Ji-ah. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long silver hair, dark eyes, and plump lips. Rumored to be the most beautiful Omega in the world."

No one in their kingdom had ever seen her and stayed alive; she was well hidden and only came out publicly for official duties. It was said that the King was frustrated that she hadn't produced an heir yet, and if she didn't, she would be placed aside for another Queen. Jungkook wanted to feel sorry for her, but he'd heard the stories of her watching men get brutalized with a blank face like she didn't even care.

"She can't be more beautiful than my Minnie, he," Jungkook sighed with a sweet smile. "When he smiles, his eyes turn into little crescents. His giggle is the most adorable thing in the world. He has these tiny little hands and the smallest waist ever. And don't get me started on his scent—the most decadent banana ever. And when he was in heat, there's this underlining of almost a cream."

"Uh, Kook, you might want to calm down. Your scent is pretty bad, and considering I can smell it," Tae had his nose plugged up, making Jungkook blush and whisper a sorry before Tae waved him off. "Don't fret. It's not the first time, nor will it be the last. Now come on, I'm hungry."

Jimin woke up to a banging on his cell, "get up and go to the room; you are needed on the balcony today, Your Royal Highness," the guard sneered. Everyone hated him; he didn't even know why he was there. No one even knew he was a man, and the King insisted that he play the part of a female Omega. He never understood why it mattered, but he was so scared when he woke up in the cell over 10 years ago.

He was beaten every single day until he couldn't even remember his name. The only things he could remember from his past were cookies, cotton, and the color red. He didn't know if it was a family recipe he had missed or if he had just been given cookies a lot before coming there. He just knew he loved them. He didn't say a word; he barely spoke after the first few years. Why talk when words only get you beaten?

He bathed and dressed himself in the fancy dress that was left for him; once he was clothed, the attendants could come in. Anyone who found out that he wasn't a female would die, and horribly right in front of him. They came in and gave him the special tea they give him every morning; his mate, the King, was trying to get him pregnant. He's tried every single day since he stole him. He goes into heat every two weeks versus the normal every few months.

But he hasn't been pupped yet, no matter how many times that disgusting man knots him. He got dressed, his long silver hair twisted and braided before the crown was placed on his head. Then the guards were back, dragging him to the King. He stood behind his mate like the dutiful Queen. "My Kingdom, we cannot stand by while the rogues from the South attack our borders and steal our land."

Jimin wanted to roll his eyes so hard at the propaganda that he spewed. He knew that the King was terrible, that the South was where he was stolen from. He knows he has parents, but he can't remember their names or faces; he only remembers red and the scent of cotton. "So soon we go to war, it will be hard, but at least one Alpha from every family must join; if there is no Alpha, then a Beta must join; if you have neither, then my men will need relief, so you must send an Omega. Each family must sacrifice for the greater good, whether being a shoulder or caring for my soldier's sexual release."

Then the King grabbed Jimin, and once they were out of sight, he dragged him away and down the hallway roughly. "You smell so good, like a banana field." Jimin was pushed down onto the bed, face down, as his ass was pulled roughly into the air. He knew the King was thrusting into him, but he learned long ago to float away. He was never fully there when the King had his way with him; he thought of red eyes and cotton fields so subtle that he almost imagined their smell.

He knew the King was done when he was pulled to his side: "If you don't provide me with a pup before the end of the year, I will kill you and find another Queen. I don't care how pretty you are."

Please kill me, he wanted to say. Death was more than welcomed and has been since the day he woke up in that cell. But he doesn't say that because if he did, the beating he'd get would leave him unable to walk without pain for a week, and that wouldn't stop the sick bastard from still knotting him. He'd do that even if Jimin were on his deathbed. "Ji-ah, when they go to war, I have to take you with me until I know you are pupped or not. If you aren't, I'll let my soldiers have their fun before I kill you. Do you understand?"

Jimin nodded; he understood. "That's Good. Now, remove these clothes and go back to your cell."

The Omega stood up, feeling the clear, watery liquid slide out of him; he knew he was supposed to produce slick; he'd been yelled at enough about not having any, even in the heat. He's only made it once; he doesn't remember it; he knows it was the only heat he's ever felt safe. The first time, he was knotted, and he cleaned himself up. Later, he was confused. Was this not slick? It smelled not like bananas; it smelled like wet paper, like the King smelled.

He learned later that this is what cum looks like; he's never cum himself. The King wouldn't allow it, nor did he ever want to touch himself. So he cleaned himself from the gross scent of his mate and followed the guard back to his cell until tomorrow, when he was dragged back to the King's chambers. At first he used to be upset, he wanted to please his mate even if he hated him.

The first time he saw the King with another Omega, he was upset, but not because he was hurt; his mate was cheating on him. He was upset, thinking that the King was hurting them too. He was beaten enough that day to know that they were all there by choice, and if one of them gets pregnant, they'll replace him as Queen. As much as he'd love that, he'd never wish this life on anyone.