Malachite | L. S [Completed]

"I must say, my prince, there is something divine about royal knots. You put everyone else to shame."

"Oh, my pretty precious, your words wound me," Louis pulled the omega closer to his chest, his words mocking against Harry's ears. He kissed Harry's long neck, fingers tangling in his curls before Louis pulled on the locks, tilting the young omega's head as he whispered, "why must you mention those who aren't here and corrupt the moment? You are mine for the night, my precious, and for every remaining night of the summer. I shall take you as I wish and you will accept every second of it."

Louis' eyes darkened, pulling his hair tighter as the omega whimpered in pain, "y-yes, alpha."

Or

Where Louis is the future heir of Maneria, the alpha prince of the four kingdoms, but none of it is anything he has ever asked for. Jostled into duties and roles he must fit into, he finds himself involved with the youngest son of his father's truest companion. A name that is a sin in itself as it rolls off of Louis' tongue in the dark of the night while they hide under the folds of the sheets.