Oath of the Prince (OT8)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The sound of gut-wrenching sobs echo off the walls of the alley. The night is dark, the rain clouds that are centered overhead a sick kind of symbol for the distress and melancholy going on inside of the alphas' hiding spot. The alpha that is the owner of such noises holds a hair pin in the palm of his hands. The item is crimson in color with a flower design that dangles from the hair that it is normally tucked into. It was the same hair pin that he had placed into his omega's hair earlier that morning before they had left for the Lyall port.

The omega had stared at himself in the small mirror inside of the alpha's bedroom, smiling slightly at his reflection in the mirror as he admired the newest hair pin the alpha has gifted to him. "Do you like it, dove?" The alpha had asked, lips caressing the shell of the boy's ear as he had made eye contact with the other inside of their reflection.

The omega had only nodded then, turning around so that he could press his lips against the other's in a grateful caress to show him with more than just words how happy the present made him feel. The kiss hadn't lasted more than a minute, but that was enough for both of them to portray all the love they shared for each other. The same love that they both knew was too soon to admit out loud, but was still there.

"I will gift you with only the finest of hairpins for the rest of your life," the alpha had promised the boy after they both pulled back from the kiss, resting their foreheads together in an intimate caress. "You will end up with so many that you'll have to use a whole castle to store them all."

The omega had only laughed at the alpha's last statement, nothing but fondness presented in his eyes as he shook his head at his cheesy alpha. "I don't need material possessions from you to make me happy, all I need is you and the rest of the crew, nothing in the whole wide world could ever come close to taking up the spot that you and the rest have taken up inside of my heart," he had told the alpha seriously, pouring out all of his feelings into that statement as he had leaned back in for another kiss.

This one was more passionate than the last. Plump lips pressing against each other in a flurry of deep emotions, emotions that they are too afraid to say out loud, but have no problems conveying with this one form of affection. The omega's hands were buried inside of the alpha's short, dark locks of hair, holding onto him in a death grip, as if he was afraid that the man would try and pull away.

The alpha had no intentions of ever leaving such a mind-numbing kiss, determined to allow the omega to kiss him like this until he dies if that's what the boy truly desired. It's not like it would have been a bad way to go. Eventually the both of them had pulled away for air, staring into each other's eyes with swollen lips and unspoken promises.

The alpha is broken out of his daydream by a hand being placed on his shoulder, the touch is tender and caring as it rubs circles onto that spot of his body as he continues to sob, unable to stop himself. The smell of burnt roses takes up the air of the alley and becomes an almost hazardous aroma to the other inhabitants inside of the confined space.

The other two men sit on either side of the sobbing male, tears in their own eyes as their own scents are a mess of rotting eucalyptus and sandalwood as they're only just keeping themselves more together than the alpha between them.

"I shouldn't have left you guys alone," Mingi suddenly says, breaking the silence between them as he clutches the blue cookbook that holds their dearest omega's scent upon it. "If I wouldn't have taken so long at the ship then maybe things wouldn't have ended up this way."