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“That’s enough!”
Kal’s head snaps up to look at who owns the indignant voice that dares to order a warlord around.
In the middle of the lake of blood forming in the throne room, stands a pristine-looking omega in his 20th spring, in long, clean, crisp robes, the hems of which are stained with the blood of the kingdom’s soldiers.
“And who do you think you are?” Kal spits, tightening his hold on the collar of the battered king.
“I am Bruce, younger brother to Thomas II,”
“Ah, the kept prince,” says Kal, “Go. This is no place for delicate beings such as yourself,” he is about to finish off the king, the omega speaks.
“If I go with you as a spoil of this pointless war, will you leave?” Bruce stands his ground, terrified and shaking, but he keeps eye contact with the warlord.
“Excuse me?” Kal must be hearing things.
“If I go with you, if I serve you, will you let my people live? Will you let my brother live?”
“You? Serve?” Kal scoffs. A pampered prince wants to serve him? “You’ve never worked a day in your life, child,” he eyes the prince warily as he approaches.
“I have nothing to offer but an untouched cunt and a womb, you can at least use that. But please, let my brother go,” he begs.
“My sisters are dead because of your brother,” he growled, tightening his grip on the barely breathing monarch. “And I don’t care if it’s some manipulative high priest with a maniacal political agenda behind it all—it doesn’t change their deaths!”
“I know,” he whispers. “But my people don’t deserve this. High Priest Luthor has atoned for his sins with his own death, and my brother will pay for his by giving me to you, Alpha,”
Hearing the omega address him as such makes his nostrils flare. He does smell rather inviting, all virginal with soft, smooth, and fair skin, ready to be defiled and marked.
Kal almost throws the king onto the throne room’s stone floor.
Bruce almost doesn’t catch his brother’s body and drops to his knees to cradle him, blood soaking through the thin, white robes. “Thomas,” he cries.
“You get only a moment with him, and you’ll not get to bring anything with you,” Kal sheathes his sword. “I’ll let your healers tend to him. If you do not come when I call for you, I will take you by force,”