“Just be quiet and fuck me again, alpha. I grow weary of the sentimental drivel we’ve veered off toward.” Seidrik bore no venom in his tone, and Stamel laughed against his cheek.
“Messy, messy little beta. WhatshallI do with you.” Stamel stroked his side affectionately and hummed.
“Fuck me, one would hope.” Seidrik flicked a playful brow and Stamel did just that.
Chapter Nine
Seidrik
Their last day in Croatens was one that weighed heavily upon him. He’d spent a few weeks in the kingdom under the guise ofmilitary training exercisesand seeing to the successful re-homing of the omegas he’d brought.
Seidrik left the castle early that morning. Kimbel, Stamel’s beta son, accompanied him with an imperious air about him. “I assume if I’m no longer to be aid to Lumic for Father, that I’ll need to align myself with you.”
Big words for a child. Seidrik eyed the young male, his hair a shock of red much like Stamel’s, but his eyes bore a darkness to them, pupil and iris nearly indistinguishable. He’d been told the boy was a beta, but he had alpha mannerisms. Some alphas never manifested, and it appeared the boy was just that. Or the boy hid secrets like he did.
“Your orders are whatever you and your father decide.” Seidrik held his gaze steady as they rode in a carriage toward the retrofitted building.
He’d miss Morda, the omega he’d bonded with the most on the ride over. The flame color of his hair and eyes made him seem almost of the sun itself, so orange and bright. How anyone could think him less for it, Seidrik didn’t understand.
Morda’s story had been a sad one, married off by his family in a land dispute to a beta who had annulled their union after they had a stillborn child. Beta and omega unions were difficult, not meant to prosper.
Morda wanted happiness, to not be a breeding sow, to pursue his interests, much like Seidrik had.
When he reached the group home, he found Morda quite easily, working in the gardens with a fewchildren running about. His face stretched into a great smile. “Seidrik!”
Kimbel ran after him as Seidrik dropped all decorum to give the omega a long hug. “How are you?”
“Healing. My bleeding has stopped, and my cycle returned. The physicians here are so much more knowledgeable.” Morda had a genuine smile slashed across his face that softened as he whispered, “And they were able to discover the source of my problem.”
“Oh?” Seidrik listened. A stillborn child wasn’t unheard of, but certainly a rarity. The shame was too often placed on the bearer for it.
“Apparently, the age of my husband could have been a contributing factor. Poor seed.” Morda beamed. The loss of a child had been hard on him, but a blessing in a strange way. He’d not wanted to be married to the male in the first place. And Seidrik wasn’t sure Morda wanted children at all.
“Would this mean you desire to find a compatible partner? Would you see children in your future?” Seidrik cleared his throat, trying to ask in a polite manner.
“I think I might have. One of the guardsmen who walks the perimeter is a widower. Quite young, too. We’ve had luncheon a few times and…” Morda’s cheeks flamed as he glanced around, whispering to Seidrik. “We may have snuck off after his duties to kiss a little.”
“I cannot say I’m happy that the guardsmen are fraternizing, but as long as you’re happy.” Seidrik clasped his hands. “Do ask your beau to go to Askara and make arrangements so there’s no shock. I’ll pass a good word along.” Seidrik patted Morda’s shoulder as he bounced on his toes.
“Please do not get him in trouble. I have to admit, I might have been the one doing the active pursuing. He did resist, at first.” Morda bit his lip and smiled.
“That is amazing to hear. And how is everyone else doing?”
“All of us are fine. Thank you, again, for comforting us on the ride over. It meant a lot.” Morda gave Seidrik a long hug.
“I’m glad to hear. I was stopping by to give a quick check because we’re heading out in the morning.” Seidrik parted from the hug feeling much better.
Morda’s brow furrowed as he parted. He glanced from Kimbel to him with confusion before he cleared his throat with a smile. “I wish you all the best on your journey.”
Morda leaned in, lips inches from Seidrik’s ear as he whispered a word. “And good luck with your beau as well.”
Seidrik pulled back, face burning. And for some reason, he didn’t deny it. “Thank you.”
Kimbel raised a single brow as he followed Seidrik away to the carriage.
“We’re meeting Father at Rekai’s fiber warehouse, next.” Kimbel, if he’d heard anything, said nothing, sitting up straight.
Seidrik nodded and loaded into the carriage to ride into the manufacturing district of town. It was rather uneventful, with Kimbel paying close attention to all around him, seemingly well-prepared for his role as a page.
