The Pawn

Gael lives in a world were his kind, omegas, were nothing.
And the royal blood in his veins only serves to make him the perfect pawn.
At least, so he'd been made to believe from the time of his birth. But when black smoke frees him from his cell. He's made to feel, learn and live outside his castle wall.
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" I am a pawn" Gael repeated the words that were taught to him from the time he was young, his eyes looked with the lifeless black of their reflection as he stared at his mirrored self.
"A tool that will be used as my master, the king, sees fit. I am a prize, worth only what I am told I am, to be used and treated as the gifted sees fit." He recited.
Fighting to keep his gaze from straying to the woman that raised him. Who stood behind him, hands on each of his thin shoulders as she oversaw his morning ritual.
"I am an omega. I live to serve, please and obey. I will be what I'm told to be"
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