Sam knelt on a velvet cushion at his grandfather’s feet. He spent most afternoons this way but today he was delighted to be in the library instead of the throne room. Sam would never complain. Good Omegas never complain. Prince Sam was the Campbell Kingdom’s only male Omega. In the library, he was allowed to read as King Samuel did. When his cousin, Christian, entered to announce a visitor from the Garrison Empire, Prince Gadreel entered the library. The aroma of cedar and nutmeg filled Sam's nose and his heart began to beat just a little quicker. The Omega looked up from his book, not up to the Prince’s eyes, of course, you should never look an Alpha in the eye. But he did gaze up enough to see a tall man, broad shoulders, dark hair and a friendly smile. Grandfather leaned over, quietly instructing Sam to join Dean’s pup in the garden. Dean was to join the King and Gadreel. The Omega stood, tipped forward slightly for his King to kiss his forehead and then obediently left the room, hands folded, and eyes down.
Gadreel entered the library in haste with important news of his brother, Prince Lucifer, defecting to the Samhain Empire and bringing a war with him. A battle that would surely affect both the Garrison Realm and the Campbell Kingdom. He was stopped short, speechless, as he laid eyes on a small boy sitting at His Majesty’s feet. The sweet smell of Omega filled the room, cocoa; warm vanilla, instantly changed his focus. The boy's delicate features, wide hazel eyes and flowing shoulder chestnut hair, took his breath away.
When the precious being stood and left the room, so gracefully his footsteps made no sound, Gadreel was able to breathe again. Suddenly realizing he had yet to speak a word to his neighboring king.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” the King said, catching his attention.
“I apologize, my Lord, I truly meant no disrespect.” Gadreel responded, embarrassed that he had yet to address the king properly. His father would be appalled at such behavior.
His Majesty chuckled softly, “Quite alright, my boy. My Jewel has that effect on everyone who sees him.”
“Your ‘jewel’? I’ve heard the stories of the Campbell Kingdom’s prince Omega but thought they were embellished. He is truly a beautiful ”. Gadreel replied.
They entered into an awkward silence until Prince Dean was introduced and talks of war kept their attention for the next few hours. The sweet smell of the Omega lingered. Finally, as they settled on the details of the alliance, Gadreel suggested that allowing him to mate the kingdom’s Omega would strengthen the bond between kingdoms. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to just scent the boy forever.
Sam entered the garden only to have his knees attacked by a small pup with amazing freckles. He picked the boy up, swung him around and laughed “Where is your father, little man?”
“With Mother” came a squeaky reply between giggles. Following his nephew, he caught sight of his older brother, Dean. The heir lay back in the grass next to his Omega mate, Lisa, swollen with another pup, gently stroking the Prince’s hair until little Ben jumped onto his stomach.
“Uncle Sam is looking for you, Father”. Ben yelled, much louder than necessary.
Tossing his pup playfully off his lap, he stood up to meet the Omega. A soft kiss to his forehead before teasing “Grandfather let you outside to play, Sammy?”
Dean was the only person in the world who would address the kingdom’s “jewel” so informally; Sam absolutely adored him for that. His brother never treated him differently since he presented Omega, at least not in private. In front of royalty, especially his King, the Alpha followed all the traditional ideas of how to treat a rare; delicate Omega. Sam didn’t mind the traditional treatment much but Dean found it annoying and old fashioned.
“Grandfather has a visitor from another kingdom. He’d like for you to join him in the library.” Sam explained, “And don’t call me Sammy, I’m not 12 anymore.” He smiled and stuck out his tongue for good measure.
“16 is still a child, Sammy.” The older Prince responded with an annoying smirk.
“Go see your king. I’ll stay and keep your Omega company.”
A quick kiss on Lisa’s cheek, another on Sam’s forehead, a tousle to Ben’s hair and the Alpha Prince headed to the castle.
Dean spoke for several hours with his Grandfather and Prince Gadreel. They had reached an agreement to join forces should either realm come under attack from their common enemy. Dean appreciated Gadreel’s upfront nature and respected his knowledge of wars and tactics. That was until the Prince of the Garrison suggested enforcing their alliance by allowing him to claim the Omega, the Campbell Kingdom’s most precious” jewel”.
Prince Gadreel immediately scented anger from the Omega’s older brother. Prince Dean’s face had changed from one of respect and fellowship to one of animosity. King Samuel, scenting his grandson’s aggression, instructed Dean to have Christian prepare a banquet, a celebration of the friendship between the kingdoms. The Prince looked as he might argue, reconsidered, and glared sharply at Gadreel as he left the room.
“You’ll have to forgive my heir. He’s very much an ‘Alpha’ and unbelievably protective of his younger brother. He’s never allowed anyone near Sam, even before he presented Omega. Since my daughter and her husband were killed, Dean has been responsible for my Jewel’s safety. Unfortunately, Sam will never be mated. He is to stay in the Campbell kingdom all his life, untouched and pure.”
As much as Gadreel wanted to debate the King’s wishes, he was wise enough to nod in agreement and drop the subject entirely.
Sometime later, after he and his men had properly cleaned up and rested, they gathered in the dining hall with the entire royal family. King Samuel sat at the head of the table, Prince Dean to his right and the Omega jewel, kneeling on a velvet cushion, to his left. Sam kept his head down, hands folded, bottom resting on his heels. Throughout the meal, the king would feed his younger grandson by hand. An older custom of ‘caring for an Omega’. Gadreel caught himself watching the interaction several time, having to correct himself not to stare at the younger Prince. Sam's hair shining, eyes bright, wearing a thin tunic and breaches made of an olive gauze. The color brought more green out of his hazel irises, he was stunning.
Dean had noticed the attention Gadreel paid his brother as well. As the meal went on, his anger grew to the point that everyone nearby could smell Alpha fury. Sam instinctively bowed lower and Lisa excused herself, hand protectively on her belly and left the hall. Samuel finally had to address the situation, reaching for his jewel’s hand and guiding him to stand. Leaning to his ear, speaking softly,
“No one is angry with you, my pet. Retire to your chambers and I’ll send Gwen up with the rest of your meal”.
Cupping Sam’s face, he kissed him on his forehead and the young Prince gratefully left. The meal had been incredibly uncomfortable for him, the smell of the foreign Alpha, pleasing as it was, and his own brother’s anger, a bitter/sour scent had him trying to make himself smaller.
The King inquired “Prince Gadreel, I understand you’re planning on staying with us for the next few days? Resting up before your journey home?”
“Actually, I think my men and I should ride out at first light, hurry back to Garrison with the good news” Gadreel replied, eyeing Dean.
“That’s a good idea” Dean replied coldly.
Samuel gave his heir a disapproving look.
Sam was happy to be alone in his chambers. He had problems adjusting to a lot of traditional Omega behavior after he presented at 14. Now, two years later, he was used to it. Obedient and submissive, Sam was always a good Omega. Finishing his meal, he changed into his night shirt; climbed into bed with the smell of cedar and nutmeg in his sinuses. The scent of the tall Alpha.
Prince Dean, himself, volunteered to show Gadreel and his men to the guest chambers of the great castle. After the men were settled in their rooms, the Campbell Alpha insisted on escorting the Garrison Alpha to his room. Standing between Gadreel and the door, Dean cleared his throat loudly.
“I can smell the arousal you have when my brother is in the room. You may want to try harder to control yourself, some Alpha's protective instincts lead to displays of...violence. I shall say goodnight and goodbye to you, as I’m sure you’ll be on your way home before I rise in the morning”
The threat was not so vaguely issued, Gadreel understood and bowed slightly before brushing past Dean and into his room. Shutting the door behind him, he closed his eyes, leaning against it. He couldn’t get the image of the beautiful jewel out of his head or the wonderful smell of warm vanilla and cocoa that accompanied it. Then, a slow smile spread across his face as a solution flooded him. Several hours later, in black of night, he entered the Omega’s chamber quietly. His men had already knocked out the guards and the horses were readied downstairs. The Alpha stood at the foot of the large bed, watching the small; perfect creature sleep. The boy, lying on his side, knees curled up and hands under his cheek, looked every bit the angel Gadreel thought him to be.