The Hideous Secret

A Child?

Aleksandar stared at his mate, and she just stared back. Lousen was not in yet but he'd never seen her look so...hungry. In fact he'd never seen Kennith look that way at him either.

"What is wrong with everyone."

"You smell better than the best pastry center in the world. I could honestly just eat you up." He choked at her words. He didn't feel it, didn't feel anything, just overwhelmingly hot. The meds Lousen made him take must have caused this. He'd never had this before, from times he'd cycled he knew this wasn't natural.

He sat down on a spare chair and Lousen walked in. The doctor raised a brow, "You are in heat Alek."

The dark lord bared his teeth, "And no shit, half the world wants to fuck me. Fix this. Now."

"I'll make sure  you leave with some sort of smell neutralizing herb today." Lousen paused slightly and leaned against a counter. "Which brings us to why you are here."

"Yes. Okay. Do whatever you have to do to get done." Alek snapped. He didn't want a baby at this very moment. His stomach was finally flat again and the muscles showed rather nicely. He looked to his mate and nodded in confirmation.  It didn't matter what he wanted, it mattered what she needed, what the new queen needed.

"Alek we've been through this before. I'm going to need you to change or at least take off your pants."

"Not in full detail. We left on the note of getting the other half of the supplies." He remained seated, glaring at the doctor.

Lousen sighed, "Unless you want to be mated naturally...." Alek bared his teeth and shut him up. "I created a solution. But it is going to be awkward. I want you to take it once a day, for five days. Then wait a week to see if any catch hold. "

"What is that, exactly?" Aleksandar spit. Allahie remained beside him, standing, arms crossed.

"As if you can't figure it out my boy. It's as your mate calls it," he shot Allahie a dark look, "frosting"--another pause--"in a syringe. And today I'm going to show your mate how to administer it."

Alek quirked an eyebrow. He looked to Allahie pleading her to call this off. He didn't want to go through this.

She reached out and squeezed his shoulder, "You don't have to do this Alek." Her words did not call it off. They just gave him an option, one he had to take for her to get the throne.

"I'll be okay," Alek responded, rising to his feet. He twirled his finger. His shirt lengthened to his knees as his pants evaporated.

He sat on the edge of the slopped table and kept his knees up. Lousen nodded and took a syringe of the table.

Aleksandar let his head fall as Allahie stood beside him and squeezed his hand. "Darling, please, I won't make you do this. Tell me if you don't want to do this."

"I'll be okay." He struggled to smirk at her and then crack a joke. "Just don't let this power go to your head." He kept a unreadable feeling up so as she reached down their bond she couldn't feel his agony and sadness.

"Alek," Lousen said uncapping the wide opening of the syringe. Alek refused to let his gaze see further and focus in on the cloudy contents. "This is going to pinch a bit. I'm going to need your full cooperation."

As much as he cringed at the action he lifted his right leg and set in on the doctor's shoulder. "Don't enjoy yourself to much either."

"Allahie if you'd come here."

His mate's green eyes bore into his. Searching for any reason to stop this. He just smiled lazily at her and waved her away. She furrowed her brows and kissed his forehead. A moment later she left his side and was by Lousen's side. Alek put his left leg on her shoulder then and crossed his arms.