#alpha!feyre

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The week passed in a blur of dress fittings and dancing lessons, your mother and Lucien doing everything they could to prepare you for the season. Each night was marked by a dream- one that slipped away the moment you awoke the next morning, leaving you wanting. Though for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

You’d nearly finished the diorama for your High King and Queen, all that was left was to make the cherry blossom trees bloom- you still had yet to decide if you would bloom them before leaving Spring, or if you would wait until presenting the gift as a final flourish.

And now… Now there was only one night’s sleep until you would be introduced to the rest of Prythian, until you would finally taste the air outside of Spring. You were nervous, of course, but the excitement was starting to wash over you.

All of your things were packed. You had five chests full of clothing, your most comforting nesting materials, and the materials for a few of your hobbies to keep you busy in the time that you’re alone, which you would prefer to be very little. After all, this was the first time that you were leaving the familiarity of Spring, the first time that you would meet so many other fae from different courts.

It was difficult, falling asleep. Even with a stuffed wolf tucked to your chest, you tossed and turned for over an hour. You sighed and stared at the moon through the open curtains. Such a beautiful sight, and such beautiful light that radiated from it. Everything looked prettier under the glow of the moon, lit up in silver.

After a few minutes of admiring the night sky, your eyes finally began to feel heavy, a yawn escaping your lips. Slowly, they closed, your mind finally sinking into sleep.

Your eyes opened only briefly before you sank back into your bed. It was extra cozy tonight, warmth soaking into you from both sides, likely from how high you’d built your nest this time.

“Are you awake, darling?” a voice whispered from your right, and you turned your head to see a beautiful female with hypnotizing blue-grey eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled softly.

“Good, we have a few things we want to do to you,” a male said from your left, his lips pressing to your mating gland a moment later. Your breath hitched at the contact and the male chuckled, repeating the action and slinging an arm over your waist to tug you closer. You melted into him, baring your throat further, a low moan leaving you when he scraped his teeth over the same spot.

“Such a pretty noise from our pretty girl,” the female sighed, scootching closer to cage you between herself and the male. Her fingers started drawing absent minded circles on your stomach, the sensation almost ticklish, yet still adding to the growing heat between your thighs.

You were near squirming when the male’s hand slipped beneath your nightgown, a thick finger running through your folds. You could feel his smirk against your skin as he brought the finger to his mouth, licking it clean of your slick. “Such a delicious little omega,” he purred.

“Soon we’ll be able to taste you every day,” the female said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’ll want for nothing with us, pretty girl.”

Your body shuddered when that finger returned to your folds, gathering a bit of slick before circling your clit. You turned to look at the male, lips parted to say something, though you didn’t know what, when you met his starry violet eyes and nearly stopped breathing. His gaze held you still as he played with your clit, working you towards your peak skillfully.

Teeth scraped gently over your mating gland on the side opposite him, soft moans leaving you as the female alternated between teeth and tongue. Between the two of them, you fell over the edge quickly, moaning into the male’s mouth when he claimed yours in a kiss. A hand turned your head to the other side, plush, hungry lips meeting yours. You melted into the kiss, body boneless between them.

A warm, wet mouth wrapped around one of your nipples just as a finger began to slide into your sex, the fire within you burning bright once more-

You woke with a start, heart racing as you listened to the knocking outside your door. Your room smelled of arousal, your thighs sticky with slick from the dream you’d had, though when you tried to recall it, it only slipped further from your grasp.

“Y/N, meet us downstairs for breakfast please,” your father said through the door.

“Alright, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you replied, thankful that he didn’t attempt to open your door, instead walking down the hallway towards the dining room.

You practically jumped from your bed and into the bath, desperate to make yourself smell presentable and not like you were about to start your heat. Your hair could wait to be washed until after breakfast, saving you much needed time. After all, you would hate to leave your family waiting long on possibly one of the last mornings you would have breakfast together before you were mated.

While in the bath, you decided to bloom the cherry blossom trees of the diorama when you present the gift to your High King and Queen. You hoped that it would showcase that you’d created the piece yourself, leaving a good impression on them.

Ten minutes was all it took for you to clean and dry yourself, as well as throw on a simple day dress and a pair of flats, and then you were out the door and hurrying down the hallway and staircase. Tamlin, Lilia, and Lucien were seated at the table already, plates still mostly full as they discussed the upcoming season.

“Ah, sweetheart! How are you feeling?” Lilia asked excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Good, mama. A little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything now,” you said with a grin as you took your seat.

“That’s how I felt before my season, too. I’m certain that you’ll find an alpha quickly,” she tittered, gazing off into space, likely imagining grandchildren. You filled your plate, taking a bite of your pancakes as you watched her drift into fantasy land.

“Don’t feel pressured to choose one this year, Y/N,” Tamlin warned, still sounding like he hated the idea of you going at all.

“I won’t, papa. I’ll make sure that whoever I choose is right for me,” you reassured him, patting his hand gently and giving him a smile. That had his shoulders untensing just a bit, though he still seemed on edge.

Breakfast passed quickly, and the afternoon even faster. Your hair had been washed, dried, and pinned into an elegant bun with sprigs of baby’s breath strewn throughout. Then you’d dressed, that elegant white dress still fitting you perfectly, and a pair of white stilettos of modest height finished the outfit.

Now, you were standing in the foyer, waiting for your mother and father. Your things had been sent ahead with Lucien, who had left early to seek out his mate before the season officially started. All that you had to carry was the diorama you had made, carefully cradled in your arms.

Footsteps sounded behind you and you turned, smiling at the sight of your parents walking hand in hand. Tamlin gently pried the present from your grip, leaving your arms free to embrace Lilia. Two weeks would be the longest you’d ever gone without seeing your mother, and you knew that the separation would be difficult.

“I’ll miss you, my darling daughter,” Lilia said tearily as she pulled back, holding you by the shoulders and meeting your eyes, a solemn look on her face. “Remember what I said about making sure you want someone for who they are, Y/N.”

“I will, mama,” you promised, certain that you would be able to separate their alpha-ness from your own emotions. “Don’t get too bored while I’m gone,” you said with a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

Lilia chuckled. “I won’t, dear. Don’t give your father too much trouble.”

“I won’t,” you laughed, watching as Tamlin’s shoulders relaxed a bit. Good, he shouldn’t worry about you during the next two weeks. You would be just fine, with all the protections in place.

“I suppose I’ll see you in two weeks,” Lilia said softly.

“See you in two weeks, mama.” You gave her one last squeeze before stepping away and grasping one of your father’s hands. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” your mother said, and in the next moment you were passing through the fabric of the world. When you stopped, you steadied yourself against the unwavering strength of Tamlin. Winnowing always made your head spin for a moment, and when it passed you were standing upright, tugging the diorama back into your hands.

The hall you’d landed in was small, just large enough to fit the twenty or so omegas and their chaperones. As your mother had predicted, most of the other omegas were dressed in extravagant finery, their jewelry glinting in the light. The room was mostly silent, the scent of nerves and excitement weaving through the air as you waited for the ceremony to start.

It only took a few minutes for the double doors to open, a beautiful blonde alpha standing in the doorway.

“Good evening, everyone!” she said brightly, all chatter stopping as people turned to pay attention. “My name is Morrigan, it’s lovely to meet you all. I know you are all wanting to be presented first, but unfortunately there can only be one lucky omega in that position. As is tradition, omegas from the Night Court will be presented first, then Day, Dawn, Winter, and so on. You will all have a moment where the attention is on you, not to worry,” she said when a few omegas groaned. “Now, first to be presented is Jyllian Aran, pleased follow me.”

The omega excitedly bounced to the doors, her chaperone following quickly behind, and the doors shut behind them.

As promised, Spring was the last court to be presented. For over an hour you waited, watching as omega after omega had their name called. You did your best to be patient, but your feet had already begun to ache slightly once the omegas that you recognized from Spring were called. You gave both of them a bright smile as they were led into the main hall, leaving you and your father alone in the now much larger feeling room.

Five minutes passed before Morrigan returned, a smile on her face as she called out your name and beckoned you forward. Tamlin trailed behind you, taking the diorama from your grasp once more so you would be able to curtsy properly.

Your heart was in your throat as you were led to a set of ornate double doors. Morrigan stepped to the side just as the doors opened, revealing the High King and Queen’s court to you for the first time. Polished ebony spread over the entirety of the room, and there were hundreds of fae inside, all of them staring at you. Color rushed to your cheeks at the feeling, amplified when you were introduced by a male standing to your right. You held your head high as you walked in even steps towards the thrones atop a dais at the far end of the room. Behind them were great pillars in the same gleaming ebony, carved with beasts and stretching high into the gloom that hid the ceiling.

Crossing felt like an eternity with all those eyes on you, and time slowed even further when you saw the couple sitting in their thrones.

You could have sworn you recognized their eyes, the star-flecked violet and hypnotizing blue-gray that were trained on you - but that was impossible.

A few steps before you reached the dais, you stopped, dropping into a curtsy and holding the position, your eyes trained on the floor. A minute passed, then another.

“Rise,” the male said coolly. “What an honor it is to finally meet you, Princess of Spring.” Violet eyes flicked to Tamlin, fury burning within them. “Tell me, how old are you?”

“Twenty-four, your majesty,” you said with another curtsy.

“Twenty-four years that Prythian had another princess, and we didn’t know,” the female said, disappointment lacing her words. “Tamlin, I thought we’d overcome our past,” she sighed.

“We have, my Queen,” Tamlin said, inclining his head. “I merely wanted to keep a close eye on her until I deemed her ready for Court.”

“I certainly think she’s ready, don’t you Feyre?” the male asked, eyes roving over you.

“I agree, my love. It would have been a shame for a beauty such as her to miss the courting season for another five years. Now, what have you brought for Rhys and I?” Feyre asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

You turned to take the diorama from your father, worried at the look on his face, but you ignored it for the time being, instead turning back to the King and Queen. Feyre beckoned you up the steps of the dais, their scents washing over you as you did. Lilac and pears mixed with citrus and sea made you dizzy with need in an instant, something you hoped they wouldn’t notice. You presented the diorama to her, sending a pulse of your magic out to make the cherry blossoms bloom, tiny petals drifting down to the earth inside.

“Beautiful,” she said, though her eyes were on you. Your cheeks flushed at her compliment, and you curtsied before making your way back down the steps. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes, your majesty. I only had help with the glass dome and running water.”

“Tamlin, you should be proud of your daughter. She seems to be quite talented.” You couldn’t help the small smile on your face at Rhys’s compliment.

“Thank you, my King,” Tamlin said, voice strained.

“Now, I believe it is time for the dancing to begin,” Rhys said, already gesturing to the band in one corner of the room to begin playing. Tamlin lead you to the area that the other omegas were waiting before pulling away from you, a tight smile on his lips.

The music began, a beautiful waltz that had you itching with anticipation. Immediately, alphas surged forward from the other side of the room, only a lucky few making it to an omega in time.

A male with russet hair approached you, extending a hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Princess. My name is Thorne. Would you care for a dance?”

“I would love to, Thorne,” you said with a bright smile, accepting his hand. He led you to the dance floor where couples were already dancing in time to the music, not wasting a moment to sweep you into his arms. His scent was pleasant enough, a blend of oak and warm vanilla. As he led you around the dance floor, a feeling sank into you.

This was not the alpha for you.

Still, you enjoyed the dance and accepted the coin that he slipped into your hand, then tucked it into the small pouch dangling from your wrist once the music halted.

Another tune started up in the next moment, and another alpha approached you. This one smelled of freshly trimmed grass and rain, and you guessed that he was from Spring. “My name is Soren, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, my Princess. I’d heard tales of your beauty, but they pale in comparison to the real thing,” he said with a grin, contagious enough that you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m pleased to meet you as well, Soren. What area of Spring are you from?”

“I come from the town of Oropa, along the eastern coast. I would love to show it to you someday.” The sparkle in his eyes told you he was sincere, though you felt something… off about the invitation.

“That sounds lovely,” you said politely, hoping that the dance would end soon. He seemed nice enough, but the feeling you had told you that he was unlikely to be the alpha for you.

The night went on, with you swept into dance after dance by what felt like every alpha in the room. Your feet grew more sore with each dance, and you wished for a short reprieve to rest them for just a moment. The song you were dancing to with a dark haired female came to an end, and you accepted the coin that she slid into your hand. You turned to leave the floor, hoping to grab a refreshment and sit in one of the many chairs dotting the room, but were stopped by a soft hand grabbing yours.

“Would you honor me with a dance, Princess?” The scent of lilac and pears washed over you before you were able to turn and look at her. Your Queen, Feyre was holding your hand gently, a hopeful smile on her face. The ache in your feet disappeared when you looked at her, those blue-gray eyes holding you captive.

“I would love to, my Queen,” you said softly, curtsying the smallest bit before you let her lead you back to the center of the dance floor. You hardly heard the music as you were wrapped in her presence, following her lead without a hint of nerves. Something about her felt right.

Songs ended and started, and Feyre kept you in her hold. “I don’t believe I’ve told you how beautiful you are, love,” she whispered into your ear during your fifth dance.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet and you mumbled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Feyre asked with a beaming smile, one that you couldn’t help but return.

“Yes,” you breathed, delighting at the way her eyes sparkled. Only a few seconds later, the song ended and you came to a stop, pressed closely to Feyre.

“You’re a sweet little omega, aren’t you?” a voice purred from behind you. You turned your head to see Rhys, your King, standing behind you, a hand outstretched. “May I borrow her for a dance or two, my darling?"

Feyre’s chest rumbled for a brief moment before she slowly loosened her hold on you. “I suppose you can, but I expect to have at least one more dance before the night ends. Does that sound nice, love?” Feyre asked you.

“That would be lovely, your majesty,” you said with a curtsy, a heavy blush staining your cheeks.

“Come here,” Rhys demanded, tugging you away from Feyre and into his grasp. His large hand on your waist sent a flash of heat through you, spurred on by the way he pressed you tightly against him. The song started just as you met, and he immediately swept you into the dance. His eyes held yours captive, the stars swirling within them too beautiful to look away from.

With the way he smirked at you, you almost believed that he had heard your thoughts.

“Your court is lovely,” you said, hoping that your voice didn’t sound nearly as breathy as you thought.

“Thank you, darling. I’m looking forward to showing you the even more beautiful parts of our court,” Rhys said with a smile, violet eyes crinkling at the edges.

“More beautiful?” you asked, wondering how something could be prettier than this. The carvings could be terrifying, if you thought yourself in danger, but you found them to be magnificent instead. Such craftsmanship must have taken ages, and you’d only seen the holding room and the throne room so far.

“Yes, darling. The Night Court holds many treasures, and with your arrival it has gained another.” The heat that spread over your cheeks was burning, and you were certain that you were as red as a tomato.

“Thank you, my King,” you said with lowered eyes, suddenly overtaken with how bold he and Feyre were.

The dance ended and you came to a halt, though Rhys kept you close to him, his eyes seeing straight to your soul. Between them and his heavenly citrus and sea scent, you were surprised you were still standing, though you supposed Rhys’s grip on your waist and hand was enough to keep you upright. The next tune started and you began moving again. Your eyes caught on Feyre, sitting on her throne once more, her stunning eyes tracking your and Rhys’s movements whenever you got a glimpse of her.

The ache in your feet had all but disappeared since the two of them had held you captive in their arms, your excitement at how comfortable you felt with them distracting you from the pain.

You couldn’t understand why they didn’t get along with your father.

Dance after dance passed, sometimes with quiet conversation and others with silence as those violet eyes held yours, the world melting away as you stared into their depths.

Soon enough, though, Feyre stole you from his arms with a soft laugh, twirling you before pulling you close once more.

“I hope you’ll save time for us over the next two weeks,” Feyre said. “I know that I would like to spend more time with you, and I’m sure that Rhys feels the same.”

“Of course I will, my Queen,” you said with a smile. And you meant it - they were the only alphas that you had felt truly comfortable with tonight. Not that you wouldn’t give others more chances, seeing as it was unlikely that the King and Queen would choose you as their omega.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Feyre beamed.

The song came to a close and the two of you stopped moving. You expected another song to start up in only a few moments, still held tightly against Feyre.

“Ladies and gentlefae, the night has come to a close. Omegas, please follow Lady Elain to your quarters, and chaperones, follow the General to your own,” Rhys said from atop the dais, his voice booming through the chatter that had started in the silence.

You reluctantly extracted yourself from Feyre, smiling shyly at her. “Have a good night, my Queen,” you said with a curtsy.

“And you as well, darling,” Feyre said, waving her fingers at you as you made your way to where the other omegas had gathered.

Lady Elain led you through the city, going up two flights of stairs and through numerous hallways before coming to a closed set of double doors. They swung open at her presence and she beckoned for everyone to follow her.

Inside was a long hallway, with doors spanning the length in even distances, each with a name painted on its surface. “Find your rooms, dears! Breakfast runs from eight to ten, out the double doors and to the right by one door. If you have trouble finding your way, don’t worry. I will be around, and your chaperones will be able to lead you through the city without issue once you are outside of this hallway.”

Just as your mother had said. You were even more grateful now for the time she had taken to explain the season and its schedule to you.

You found your room easily, the fourth door on the right. Inside were all of your things, waiting to be unpacked. Your energy levels were still high, though you kicked off your shoes before you began putting everything away into the provided closet and drawers.

Once you were done, you flopped onto the bed.

So far, the only alphas you were interested in were the only ones who were off-limits. Even as a Princess, you knew that there was no way you could be claimed by them. They were mates after all, and nothing could get between that.

You let out a heavy sigh before standing once more, ready to take a quick bath and finish your nightly routine. You did just that, stripping out of your dress and setting your coin pouch on your nightstand. You sank into the warmth of the water, enjoying the heat for a few minutes before washing your skin. Once your skin was dry, you wrapped yourself in a towel and began taking down your hair, carefully picking out the sprigs of baby’s breath and placing them into your box of enchanted flowers once more. And finally, your teeth were cleaned and your face was washed.

You slid into a light blue nightgown that reached your knees, then pulled your hair into a lazy braid for the night. The bed was soft as a cloud, supporting you perfectly. With the comfort it brought and your favorite pillow and blanket, you were out like a light.

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Aching arousal pulsed through you as you woke, your hips canting against the leg that you’d slung one of your own over. A whine built in your throat when that only made the flame within you burn brighter.

“Shh, little ‘mega. We’ll help you.” Arms shifted around you, hands gently pulling you off of one of your alphas, your displeasure made clear with an annoyed huff, just managing to crack your eyes open as your alphas pulled your legs apart together.

Feyre settled between your legs, arms sliding under your thighs. Her blue eyes met yours as she lowered her mouth to your core, tongue licking a broad stripe up your slit. A breathy moan left your lips, and somehow your hand worked its way into her soft hair. Your grip tightened when she did it again, tongue flicking over your clit quickly.

“Alpha,” you sighed, lifting your hips slightly to convey your burning desire for her, need building with each passing second.

“What, pretty ‘mega? Do you need Feyre’s knot?” Rhys asked lowly in your ear, large hands cupping your breasts as Feyre lapped up the slick dripping from your core. You nodded vigorously, needing anything and everything that they could give you, fire pulsing through your veins even with the cool touch of their hands on your skin.

“Please,” you whined, needing more than Feyre’s perfect tongue right now- more, more, more.

“If my omega insists,” Feyre murmured before moving to kneel between your legs, something hard teasing through your folds. When you looked down, you saw her thick cock, the base of it slightly swollen. A soft keen left your throat as she sank inside of you, stretching you out perfectly. “That’s it ‘mega, such a good girl for me.”

Rhys’s hands pawed at your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and playing with your nipples while Feyre set a steady pace. “Do you think you can take Feyre’s knot, omega? It’ll stuff you nice and full for a good while,” Rhys whispered in your ear.

Full. The word set off something inside of you, your hips rising to meet Feyre’s, eager to feel as full as you could, stuffed full of your pretty alpha-

The pad of Rhys’s thumbs flicking over your nipples was the extra little bit you needed to tip over the edge, pleasure cooling your blood for a few seconds before the overwhelming heat surged back. You cried out at the discomfort and your alphas shushed you softly. Feyre’s hips stuttered before she quickened her pace, each stroke of her cock building you back up to the peak. Your alpha lowered her mouth to the left side of your neck, sucking gently on your skin before biting down harshly.

You hardly registered the pain the bite caused when the ecstasy of it washed over you, your own mouth finding her neck to repeat the action. Your pleasure doubled, and it felt like your alpha was a part of you. She came with you, hips thrusting until the thick knot at the base of her cock locked her inside of you. The fullness that came with it had the heat receding until it was only in your belly, burning bright where her seed had spilled inside of you.

A pleased sigh left your mouth.

“Feeling better, omega?” Feyre asked as she settled in on top of you, her chest flush with yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face against her neck. She smelled so perfect, even better than before, if it was possible.

“Good,” Feyre sighed, scenting your own neck. “My pretty little mate, you’re perfect in every way.”

“Mate?” you asked sleepily, a yawn breaking from your lips.

“That’s right, ‘mega,” Rhys said, his voice a soothing rumble to your right. “We’re all mates, our souls made for each other. Don’t you feel the bond?” The moment he asked it felt like a cord in your heart was being strummed gently, the soft brush of your mates’ souls against yours, though one connection was weaker than the other.

You wiggled beneath Feyre, needing to get closer to Rhys. When you couldn’t move, you let out a pitiful whine, one hand reaching for Rhys’s hair. After finding purchase you pulled him in, giggling at how easily he let you move him. It was only once he was pressed as closely as he could be to your and Feyre’s sides that you allowed yourself to relax again.

“Is this better, omega?” Rhys asked with a chuckle, and you hummed in agreement. “Good, good. I can’t wait for you to bear my mark, as well,” he said softly, fingers brushing over the skin of your neck.

“It’s marvelous, Rhys,” Feyre breathed, her tongue laving on the bite mark she’d left. “I can feel you so much more clearly, pretty girl.”

She was right- you could feel Feyre’s emotions, her elation at being fully bonded with you and her lingering arousal. It only made you want her more, even with her buried inside of you.

“Then it’s my turn to knot you next,” Rhys said, his lips pressing to your temple. His words sent a thrill through you, arousal flooding back into your system.

It took another ten minutes of being cooed over by your alphas for Feyre’s cock to slip out of you, a mixture of your spendings dripping out of you. The heat of your body kicked up again, nearing unbearable levels after only a minute without her buried inside of you. You let out a pathetic whine, hands grabbing for Feyre as she shifted to your left side. Rhys took no time in sliding over you, hands parting your legs wide so he could line himself up with your core, pressing into you in one thrust, pushing the breath from your lungs.

His length filled you so completely it nearly hurt, the tinge of pain turning to pleasure the moment he started to move. Feyre’s hands roamed your chest, pinching your nipples and squeezing your breasts. You could feel her arousal through the bond as her blue-grey eyes lingered where you were joined with Rhys, the feeling eliciting a whine from you.

Every thrust from Rhys was a balm to the heat blazing through you, each burst of pleasure easing the ache that had settled into your body and core. You did your best to meet his hips with yours, a low moan leaving you when his hands angled them for you and the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, the usually painful movement bringing you nothing but bliss. Rhys repeated the movement and let out a groan when you clenched around him.

Soft fingers trailed from your breasts, down your stomach and settling over your clit, two fingers circling the sensitive bud. You moaned at the contact, so close to the edge, all you needed was-

“Alpha,” you moaned, hands reaching for his shoulders to pull him closer as you came, your body shuddering beneath his.

“Such a pretty little ‘mega, coming all over my cock,” Rhys praised, still thrusting in and out of you. “Do you want my knot, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined, the heat in your core already spreading back through your body, but your alphas could help. His hips moved faster, chasing his own release and sending you down the line between pleasure and pure bliss again. Moans spilled from your mouth with each movement, each press of him so deep inside you, you knew you’d never forget the feel of him. Your alpha’s strong arms lifted your chest to his, the pained pleasure of his teeth sinking into your skin making you climax again, and this time Rhys followed you, the base of his knot pressing inside you just before it swelled, locking the two of you together as he emptied himself in you. You bit down on his neck, delighting in the strangled moan he let out, the way his hips stuttered against yours. Just as with Feyre, you could feel his emotions and passing thoughts, the intimacy of it nearly overwhelming.

A pleased sigh left your lips, your body nearly drained of heat. You were putty in their hands as they readjusted you so you were on your side, Rhys’s knot still buried inside of you with one of your legs slung over his own. Feyre snuggled against your back, her lips kissing over the sore spot where she’d marked you earlier, and you moaned quietly at the feelings.

Exhaustion overtook you, the warmth and comfort of your alphas around you dragging you into the realm of sleep.

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Every time you awoke, it was the same. You’d mewl and whine and seek out the alpha closest to you, or, better yet, both of them. Teeth and tongues and hands and knots worked tirelessly to soothe the aching heat that kept burning and burning within you, no matter how often they filled you.

Time blurred in the safe, comfortable space of your nest with your alphas tending to your every need. You didn’t see the need to fight anything that they did anymore, more than willing to let them decide when you needed a bath or to eat, especially when they treated you which such reverence as they cared for you.

The constant press of their emotions slowly became a comfortable weight in your chest, the tugs they sent down the bond sparking happiness in your heart.

You yawned as you woke this time, the heat in your blood only simmering as you nuzzled into the chest below you.

“You awake, omega?” Feyre asked softly, her fingers already carding through your hair. You hummed in response. “Do you want breakfast?”

Want, yes. But not breakfast.

Your lips wrapped around one of her nipples and you suckled gently, pleased by the soft noise she let out. Heat built in your core, different from the overwhelming heat that had been plaguing you over the past few days. No, this one was borne entirely from the need you had for your alphas-

You released her skin abruptly, sitting up to look around the room. Your nest was still mostly intact, somehow, but…

“Where’s alpha?” you asked with a pout, fear worming its way into your heart. Surely he hadn’t left you already…? When Feyre struggled for an answer you let out a quiet keen, tears leaking out of your eyes without warning. “Where’s alpha?”

“He’s out in the main room, but-”

You stood on shaky legs, making for the door without a thought to your state of complete undress before Feyre’s arms caught you. Another keen left you, louder this time, and Feyre shushed you as she slid fabric over your arms and tied it shut around your waist. This time when you made for the door she didn’t stop you, instead wrapping her own robe around herself when you glanced back at her for a second before swinging the door separating you from your other alpha open.

Instantly, your eyes caught on him, from the expanse of his wings to the skin of his muscled chest, and then you were on him, face buried in his neck.

“Well, it’s nice to see that the rumors are true, Rhysand,” a voice said from behind you, but you didn’t care enough to see who it was. “Fifty years, we’ve lived without omegas. Would you deign to tell me how you happened across this one?”

Rhysand growled beneath you, the sound echoed by Feyre as she slid onto the couch next to you, the blanket in her arms draped over your back in an instant. “Frankly, I don’t see how that concerns you in any way, Vanserra.”

“Oh? You don’t think the return of omegas to our world has anything to do with me and my court?” Feyre’s chest rumbled in warning, and you could almost see the glare she was wearing, even with your face still buried against Rhys’s skin. “You’ve already claimed her, no alpha in their right mind would even think of stealing her from you. All my court wants to know is how?”

“How what, Eris?”

“How did you find her, Feyre? Surely the first omega to present in over five decades didn’t just stumble into your laps,” the male said.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, enough time for you to pull your face away from Rhys’s skin to look behind you, where a red haired male sat on the opposite couch, fire shimmering in his eyes and the long tresses that hung past his chest. Those fiery amber eyes met yours, a smirk falling into place over his lips when he saw your nostrils flare, the scent of cinnamon and embers sinking into your senses. You wrinkled your nose and turned back to Rhys, savoring his soothing citrus and sea scent.

Someone let out an amused huff to your right, and a tiny peek told you it was the male you’d seen after the ordeal with that redheaded viper. He shot you a wink before he spoke, “Seems like the ‘mega doesn’t care for you, Eris.”

“Thank you for your input Cassian, but I would still like to know the answer to my question.”

Rhys let out a heavy breath beneath you, his hands coming to stroke your lower back, soothing the ache that you hadn’t noticed was growing there. “We found her a week and a half ago, wandering around in the outskirts of our court. Most people who fall through their world to here tend to fall back out within a few hours, but not her. It was only when we approached while she was asleep that her scent began to change to that of an omega.”

“She wasn’t born here,” Eris sighed. “Has she had any effect on your court so far?”

“No. The rot is in the same condition as before she arrived.”

“Perhaps there’s still hope. You said that she’s only been here for a little over a week?” You felt Rhys nod, the motion bringing your nose back to the crook of his neck to breathe in his scent. “Fifty years will take more time than that to be reversed. Are you willing to send one of your generals to my court if any changes occur?”

“What will you give us in return?” Feyre asked, one of her hands seeking out your skin beneath the blanket she’d draped over you. “After all, it’s dangerous to cross from Night to Autumn these days. Why should we risk one of our own?”

The male across from the three of you was silent for a minute. “Cleansing fire. I’ll send a small retinue every two weeks to burn away the rot in the air, in exchange for all information on changes to your court caused by your omega’s presence.”

“Agreed. We’ll alert you of any changes in a timely manner, Vanserra. Now, take your leave,” Rhys said, the sound of his voice stoking the heat inside of you once more, your hips wiggling over his.

The rustle of fabric and footsteps growing softer told you the male was leaving. “Enjoy the rest of your omega’s heat,” Eris said, the door creaking shut behind him just as your alphas growled.

“We’ll talk later,” Rhys said as he stood, the blanket falling from your form as he held you tightly against him. It took little time for him to enter the bedroom you shared and have you settled in your nest, legs parted around his hips as he removed the silken robe Feyre had put on you earlier. “You ready for my knot, pretty ‘mega?” You could barely nod before he was pressing into you, the stretch of him just as overwhelming as the first time.

The world was lost to you as your alphas took their time ravishing you, passing you between their knots until you finally fell asleep once more, the heat running through your veins nearly extinguished.

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When you woke two days later, you were sore and tired, but no longer mad with desire and burning without your alphas.

Feyre was pressed to your right side and Rhys to your left, their arms draped over each other and cocooning you in their warmth. Carefully, you turned to look at Feyre, study her face while it was relaxed, then did the same with Rhys.

Your life had been turned upside down since you arrived in this awful place, but… The two people next to you were so caring, and seemed entirely devoted to your safety and wellbeing. And with the bond in your chest thrumming with each breath they took, you were feeling… almost content. Of course, you wanted to go home, to return to your life and enjoy normalcy once more.

However, they just might be pretty and intoxicating enough to make you forget all about your past life.

Rhys’s breathing shifted, your eyes drawn to his the moment they opened. “Good morning, ‘mega. How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you answered. You took a moment to assess how you felt beyond that, and suddenly the layer of sweat and whatever else on your skin was entirely too noticeable. “And dirty,” you said, your nose wrinkling.

“We can fix that, little love,” Feyre said through a yawn. “How does a bath sound?”

You were already sitting up, ready to scrub yourself clean in the large bathing pool they’d taken you to when your heat had just begun, after you’d been saved from that vile alpha. But as soon as you were standing, your stomach rumbled. Loudly.

“We really should feed you first-”

You shook your head, lips falling into a pout. “No. I want to be clean first.” Your eyes drifted to your nest, the fabrics and furs you’d so carefully chosen now a rumpled mess, stains everywhere. “Can we fix my nest too?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys said softly, a sweet look in his eyes. “Feyre will take you to the bath while I clean up in here.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Rhys spoke again, “I’ll join you as soon as I can, ‘mega.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Feyre said as she stood, an arm wrapping around your bare waist. She led you to the bathing room again, passing through the main room which was empty. A blessing, considering you were still bare and would rather not be seen by the two males that also lived in these quarters.

The pool of water was delightfully warm; your skin had been chilled in the air of this place now that you weren’t in heat. You didn’t wait for Feyre to slip into the water before you were wading a bit further into the pool. It didn’t grow any deeper away from the pool, but you took the opportunity to float on your back anyways.

The ceiling was yellow here, too. Everywhere you looked, the walls were yellow. It was starting to give you a headache with how often you had to see it, the strange other-ness of it setting off a warning bell in your head.

But you were stuck here, and being protected from the evils that lurked around every corner was better than attempting to find a way out. After all, you hadn’t had any luck so far, and from the snippets of conversation with the red-headed male you remembered, you were unlikely to ever return to your world.

It should have scared you more.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Feyre asked as she sank to her knees next to where you were floating, one hand trailing over your abdomen.

“Nothing,” you sighed, eyes flicking to her when she poked a nail into your skin softly. “Just… About what I heard when we went into the living room. About most people leaving soon after they fall in here.”

“Ah.” Feyre had a knowing look in her eyes. “I know it’s scary, being taken from your life, but Rhys and I will make sure you’re as happy as can be. And I’ll never let anything happen to you again, omega.” The title sent a thrill down your spine, a bit of heat pooling in your core. Feyre’s fingers danced from your stomach down to the apex of your thighs, one dipping between your folds teasingly. “Come here, sweetness,” she said as she guided you closer. You automatically followed her request, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. Once you were steady on your knees, her fingers slipped lower again, two brushing over your clit in small, slow circles. “I’ll treat you like this every day, ‘mega.”

You moaned breathily before you pressed your lips to hers, the taste of her just as delicious as her scent. Your knees parted a bit further, trying to urge her fingers to slip inside of you, eliciting a soft laugh from your alpha. “You said you were sore, love. Do you think you can take a finger or two?” Without a thought you nodded, sighing in pleasure when two fingers sunk into you, her palm pressing against your clit as she fingered you slowly. The noises you made echoed through the room, only quieted when Feyre’s plush lips claimed yours.

You were so lost in your pleasure you only noticed Rhys once he was behind you, his hands running over your shoulders and arms with a feather light touch. The sensation only added to your bliss, each touch from them building the fire within you higher and higher.

When Feyre’s teeth sank into the mark she’d made on you, you tumbled over the edge, held in your alpha’s arms as you rode out your orgasm.

When you regained control of your body, you were far too tired to clean yourself, instead leaning against Feyre even more. Her body was so soft and inviting, and her arms held you tightly against her as Rhys began to lather your hair with something that smelled of lilacs, likely an equivalent to shampoo.

“That feels so nice,” you cooed when his nails scraped across your scalp lightly, and he repeated the action until it was time to rinse your hair.

You let your alphas scrub at your skin with gentle hands, the feeling of filth on your skin leaving you with each touch. It was a lovely feeling, being taken care of so completely and without needing to ask. Just as lovely was when you watched Feyre wash Rhys and vice versa, the constant arousal you felt while around them growing once more.

Once the three of you were clean, any evidence of your heat washed away, Rhys pulled you from the bath and began to pat you dry as Feyre wrapped your hair in a towel.

“So, we were thinking that we could take you on a little tour of our court, if you feel up to it,” Feyre said once you were bundled in a robe and being brought back to the bedroom.

“I’ve already seen all of it, though,” you said with confusion. The main room only had a few doors, all of which you’d peeked into when you were lead away from your alphas a week ago. What more could there be to see? Your brow furrowed at the place where you nest had been- now little more than a pile of furs.

“Oh, there’s plenty more for you to see beyond these few rooms, little love,” Feyre giggled. “Everyone will be excited to meet you, I bet you’ll even receive a gift or two from them.”

Everyone?

“And don’t worry, your nesting materials are just drying. I saw that look,” Rhys said as he guided you to the middle of the furs. You nodded, knowing that it made sense. After all, it’s not like they had a dryer down here. “There’s roast and root vegetables, if you’re ready to eat.”

You stomach growled again, as if it was telling him that yes, you were more than ready to eat. You laughed with your alphas as you nodded, and you watched Rhys leave the room. Feyre sat down next to you, an arm snaking around your waist. She pressed a kiss to your covered shoulder, the gesture bringing a smile to your face. Rhys returned a moment later with a tray laden with three plates of steaming roast and something that looked similar to potatoes, if they were a dark blue and brown in the center. The smell was heavenly, and the first bite you took proved it was just as delicious.

Silence reigned the room as the three of you ate, the weight of it comfortable. You finished your food first, stomach absolutely stuffed by the time your plate was empty. It didn’t take long for your alphas to finish eating, the tray taken away by Rhys as Feyre pulled you down against the furs and into her arms.

“What about the tour?” you asked sleepily, yawning a moment later.

“The tour can wait, love. You look like you could use a nap first,” she whispered in your ear, and you nodded in agreement. A nap did sound perfect right now…

You were nearly asleep by the time Rhys rejoined you, his chest to your back and one massive wing blocking out the ever-present light of this place.

Some time later you woke, your mouth dry. Feyre and Rhys were conversing softly in a language you couldn’t understand, and you were still snuggled between them.

“Omega,” Rhys murmured into your hair as one of his hands gripped your hip. “Feeling better?”

“Mm. I need a drink, though,” you said, stretching out as much as you could while you were still between them before going boneless once more. A moment later a glass was in front of you, filled with clear water that you drained quickly. The cool liquid soothed the discomfort in your throat and you hummed your thanks. “You mentioned…” you paused to think for a moment, your head still foggy from sleep. “A tour?”

“That’s right, little love. We want to show you the settlement in our court,” Feyre said, fingers dancing along the back of your arm. “I think you’ll love it.” Her words were punctuated with a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Let’s go then,” you said, excitement building within you. A settlement, meaning other people! Sure, you’d seen a large number of- well, you wouldn’t call them people as much as monsters- when you’d been held captive, but seeing a friendly crowd of people would reassure you that life might not be all that bad down here.

After all, your alphas were perfect.

“Thank you,” Feyre giggled. “You’re perfect too, love.”

Your cheeks turned scarlet. “How did you-?”

“The bond, ‘mega. It can share more than just feelings, sometimes our thoughts will reach each other,” Rhys explained.

“Oh…” You bit your lip. That didn’t help your embarrassment, but at least you knew now. You’d just have to keep your thoughts a little quieter from now on. “Do I get to wear something at least?” you asked with a giggle. You were personally hoping for something warm, like the fur dress they’d put you in when they’d first brought you here. And some shoes- those you wanted most of all, if you were to be walking around.

“Of course, silly,” Feyre tittered. “We wouldn’t want everyone to see you bare. That’s our privilege alone.” A different kind of heat rushed to your cheeks, and you fought down the arousal that was threatening to resurface. Feyre disentangled herself from you and made her way to the armoire in the corner near the door. She came back a moment later, a long fur dress in her hands and she gestured for you to stand.

You let her slide the dress onto you, skin delighted at the softness of the fur. Next came Rhys sliding your feet into buttery leather socks, then warm fur boots, and your ensemble was finished off by the warm fur cloak they’d given you on your first night here being wrapped fastened around your neck.

“Feeling cozy?” Feyre asked. You nodded, then watched as the two of them dressed quickly, and in far less than you. Feyre noticed your quizzical stare and said, “We’re used to the environment here, love. You still freeze without one of us touching you, which is why we bundled you up so thoroughly. Now, are you ready?”

“Mhm!”

Your alphas led you out of the bedroom and through the door at the opposite end of the main room, one that you’d thought was just an empty room when you’d peeked into it before. Now, though, it led to another long corridor. Something in the air here felt safer than the hallways you’d stumbled through before, but perhaps that was the alphas on either side of you.

After a few minutes you slid your hands into theirs, the warmth of their skin sending a pleasant rush through the bond as it strengthened, their emotions even clearer now. Excitement and anticipation and fizzy happiness flowed through you, lightening your own mood even further.

It took some time, maybe an hour and a half, for the hallway to expand, different offshoots appearing frequently. Another fifteen minutes and you began to see signs of life. Vines laden with the berries you’d tried to eat before appeared every few feet, and the dulled sound of a crowd reached your ears.

Finally, the hallway ended, a door at the very end of it. Rhys turned the knob and pulled the door open, and your jaw dropped at what you saw.

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He'd sold you, like you were a piece of furniture or a bushel of grain. He had mentioned on occasion the price an omega would fetch, but you'd never actually thought he would stoop so low as to sell you. You didn't know the price your soul was sold for, and frankly, you didn't care to. Your father would piss it away in months, leaving him in the same sorry state he'd been in before, only with one less mouth to feed.

And you... You were married. To alphas. Feyre and Rhys, as you'd learned at the altar, your father not even kind enough to tell you their names before walking you down the aisle. The only comfort you'd been able to take was your attraction to them- their scents and their looks were like nothing you'd ever known, your heart stuttering whenever you looked at them.

Currently you were seated between the both of them in the reception hall, attempting not to fuss too much about the pain you were in, lest the two of them have a bad temper.

Though really... They'd been rather gentle with you all night, feeding you each and every bite of food on your plate and switching you to water after two glasses of wine. Their hands had also stayed mostly to themselves, once you'd flinched at the contact a few times.

Your father was at the right end of the table, drinking himself into a stupor on your new husband and wife's dime. He guffawed at something, though judging by the face of the woman who was sitting next to him, it hadn't been as funny as he made it seem. You glowered at him, angry that he could be so cheerful and carefree when he'd sold his only remaining family to complete strangers.

"Is everything alright, sweet wife?" Rhys asked when he noticed your ire, and who it was directed at.

Your fiery gaze turned to him, softening for a moment before your anger renewed. It was also their fault, for buying you in first place!

"What is it, Y/N? Do you not like the cake?" Feyre asked sadly, setting her fork down, a bite already loaded onto it. "This is why I wanted to meet you before the ceremony, so we could make sure you'd love everything as much as we would..." she sighed, pretty lips turning down in a frown.

"It's not the cake I don't like..." you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, annoyed when you saw blue and violet dart to your breasts before returning to your face.

Rhys was frowning now, eyes glancing at your father. "Did your father do something...?"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Playing dumb? Really?

"Y/N, please tell us what's wrong," Feyre insisted, her soft hand gripping yours. "We belong to you, as much as you belong to us, and we do not want to do anything to upset you. I thought the letter we sent with our scents explained that."

You raised your brow, confused. "What letter?"

"What...?" Feyre's eyes narrowed as she looked to your father. "Just a moment," she growled, chair screeching as she stood. Feyre stalked over to him, lifting him out of his chair by the back of his suit jacket, then threw him to the ground. "You didn't let your daughter choose us?!" she screamed at him, kicking him down when he tried to get up. "It is illegal to sell an omega without her meeting or scenting the alphas first, you disgusting pig! Get out!"

It took an embarrassingly long time for your father to scramble to his feet, sending a glare of his own to you before stumbling out of the hall.

"I'm so sorry about that, darling," Feyre sighed as she sat back down, your eyes wide as you stared at her. "Are- was that too much?" Her cheeks turned red, and it was hard to hold in your giggles, so you stopped trying.

"No," you laughed. "That was fine, the bastard deserved it."

"If you truly don't want to be married to us..." Rhys started, and you shook your head.

"No, no. It's... fine..." After all, where would you go now? You had no home to go back to. "I'd like to get to know both of you, though, before you-" your voice dropped to a whisper, "claim me."

Their scents strengthened instantly at your mention of claiming, and you pressed your back into your chair.

"Of course, darling. We won't do anything until you're ready," Rhys reassured you, and Feyre nodded.

"And we mean nothing," Feyre whispered, patting the back of your hand.

Their words set your heart at ease, and you almost felt like you could breathe again- expect for that damned corset.

An hour or so later you began to yawn, your new husband and wife agreeing silently that it was time to retire for the evening. You didn't fight as Rhys scooped you into his arms, tucking your nose against his neck and breathing in deeply- citrus and sea, so refreshing it almost woke you up again, but your sleepy eyes won out.

You were fast asleep by the time Feyre opened the front door of your new home and Rhys carried you past the threshold, only waking once you were gently laid on the bed to the feeling of fingers on your ankles, undoing the straps of your heels.

"What happened?" you asked sleepily, complying when Feyre slid a hand under you to get you to sit.

"You fell asleep on the ride home, love," she said sweetly. "You make the cutest little whimpers when you're sleeping, were you thinking of anything fun?" Feyre teased, eyes sparkling when your cheeks turned pink.

"No," you mumbled, but couldn't help your thighs rubbing together at the reminder. You'd had a very nice dream about her and her pretty lips between your thighs-

"Oh, don't lie to us," Rhys murmured as he brought you to your feet, turning you slowly before his fingers began unlacing your dress. Feyre slid it down your body and hung it up in the closet while Rhys started on your corset, each move of his fingers bringing more and more air into your lungs and relieving the pressure you'd dealt with all night.

You sighed when he pulled it off of you, leaving you in just your chemise- more naked than you'd ever been in front of an alpha, let alone two.

That was quickly forgotten when Rhys's hands began massaging where the corset had been pressing tightest, and you let out another sigh, leaning into his touch.

"Did they lace you too tight, 'mega?" Feyre's soft voice paired with Rhys's gentle hands made your eyes tear up and you nodded, prompting Feyre to rush back to your side. "Don't worry, love, that will never happen again, not with us. How about we get dressed for bed, hm?"

"For bed?" you asked, confused once more. Do they not... want you?

"We don't have to go to bed, if you don't want. But you seemed so tired earlier..." Rhys said, hands still soothing away the pain on your chest and back. "Unless you'd like something else?"

His whisper in your ear sent heat to your core and you melted against him, a soft chuckle sounding against your neck.

"Do you want..." Feyre paused for a second with a cheeky smile, "Us?"

You nodded, teeth finding your lip and biting gently.

"It would only be appropriate that we give our pretty little wife everything she wants on our wedding night," Rhys said, beginning a trail of kisses from the shell of your ear, down your neck and over your shoulder, hands tugging the sleeve of your chemise down as he went.

"Do you want us to take off the rest of your clothes?" Feyre whispered, lips inches from yours. You'd tasted them earlier, the sweetness of her lingering on your tongue even after you'd kissed Rhys as well. You nodded, and together they slid your chemise off, followed by your lacy underwear and sheer stockings, leaving you bare in front of them and cheeks scarlet. "You are breathtaking," Feyre breathed, a tenderness in her eyes that sent your heart flying.

"You're beautiful, darling," Rhys murmured, pulling you against him, bare skin brushing against the fine silk of his clothes, brushing against something hard-

"Do you want us to take off our clothes?" Feyre asked, waiting for you to nod before turning around, lifting her hair away from the laces of her dress. "Would you help me out, pretty girl?" Rhys's arms released you in favor of shedding his own clothing, while you stumbled forward, hands reaching for her back. You undid the laces with little issue, helping Feyre pushing the fabric of her dress to the floor before undoing her own corset as well, hands freezing in place once you'd done so.

Rhys was bare when he stepped forward, tugging Feyre's chemise off, then her underwear, placing a passionate kiss on her lips once she was naked.

"My stunning wives," he said softly, tugging you closer by your hand. Feyre's hands pulled you further, onto the bed with her.

Gently, she laid you down, settling over you and brushing a hand over your hair. "Feeling good?"

"Mhm," you hummed, eyes closing when her lips pressed to yours, as sweet as you remembered. You felt Rhys climb onto the bed behind you, a large hand falling on your waist. When your lips parted from Feyre's he gently pulled you onto your back, his own lips tasting of desire when he kissed you slowly, taking his time to explore your mouth until an impatient Feyre poked his hip.

"Yes, darling?" He only parted from your lips for a moment, earning him two of Feyre's fingers, pinching his skin. His violet eyes narrowed playfully, though he let Feyre descend upon you again. Between her lips and his fingers rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your hip, you were lost in your desire for them, yours hands coming up to clutch at both of them, tangling in their hair and tugging them in as close as you could manage.

Rhys's fingers drifted in, brushing over your mound lightly a few times before sliding one finger between your folds, groaning at the slick leaking from you. You moaned into Feyre's mouth, hips lifting to silently ask for more.

"Can I taste our pretty omega?" Feyre asked when she parted from your lips, a hungry look in her eyes, one you were sure was shining in your own. You nodded, biting your lip as you watched Feyre crawl down the bed and part your legs, settling her shoulders beneath them. All that pretty hair and her pretty face was enough to make you clench around nothing, watching intently as she lowered her mouth to your sex, eyes fluttering shut the moment her tongue swiped over you. Her tongue was perfect, so warm and wet as it passed over your clit, then again before going lower, dipping inside of you. "You taste delicious, 'mega," she groaned, only leaving you for a moment before suckling on your clit.

Your head tilted back, not able to hold it up with how good she was making you feel. Two fingers turned you by your jaw, plush lips meeting yours. The fingers drifted lower, coming to cup one of your breasts and roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sparks of pleasure jolting through you.

One finger pushed inside of you slowly, and you gasped, lips parting from Rhys before you surged forward and reclaimed them, needing both of your alphas-

You tipped over the edge at the thought, Rhys swallowing your moans and Feyre lapping up your slick, another finger pressed inside of you as you slowly came down.

"You're so pretty when you cum," Rhys whispered, peppering your cheek with kisses. You nuzzled into him, a hand moving down to run through Feyre's golden-brown hair. "Do you want more of us tonight? Or we could take a bath together, if you'd prefer," he offered, giving you an easy out, even if Feyre's fingers were still slowly pumping in and out of you.

"And if you want, even more of this," Feyre curled her fingers, "in the bath." Your toes curled at the sensation and you nodded.

"The bath and-" you whimpered when Feyre did it again, grinning from her place beneath your legs. "That. Please," you added as an afterthought, your alphas giggling.

"I'll go start the tap," Rhys said, kissing you slowly before tearing himself from your side and entering the attached bathroom.

"You know we'll never force you to take our knots, right?" Feyre asked, pulling her fingers from you and licking them clean, the sight so perfect you wish Rhys had been in here to witness it.

"I know," you answered quietly, letting Feyre help you off the bed and onto your shaky legs.

"And as for 'consummating,' as long as Rhys also gets to help you finish, we'll both be more than happy," she said, tone light but you knew she was telling you to put you at ease. "You're our omega, but we're your alphas, even if we aren't marked yet."

"My alphas," you whispered. You pulled Feyre in, nuzzling into her neck and breathing in her lilac and pear scent. "My alphas."

"That's right, omega. Your alphas." Rhys curled his arms around both of you, chest pressed to your back, and...

"Bed," you demanded, heat surging through you again-

Rhys chuckled and scooped you into his arms, Feyre padding into the bathroom to turn off the faucet, returning just when Rhys had you laid on the bed, legs spread and two of his fingers buried in your cunt. It wasn't long before a third pushed in, stretching you to an almost uncomfortable point before he curled his fingers, working them in and out until you relaxed.

"Do you think you can take me now, darling?" Rhys asked softly, fingers stilling. You bit your lip, eyes trying to dart between his legs and see-

But you wanted your alpha, surely he'd fit. So you nodded, whimpering when his fingers slipped out of you and left you aching empty. Rhys positioned himself between your thighs, and dragged the tip of his cock through your folds for only a moment then pushed in slowly, one inch at a time.

He paused when you winced, pain overtaking any pleasure and you waited to adjust, waited for it to feel better but it wasn't-

Feyre's fingers brushed over your clit, circling firmly until your pain melted away, and Rhys started moving his hips again, each inch more overwhelming than the last before he was buried inside of you, the base of his cock already beginning to swell.

"So pretty like this, 'mega," he murmured, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. "Do you want to taste Feyre?" He asked with a devilish smile, widening when he saw the spark of interest in your eyes.

"Yes," you whispered, heart soaring at Feyre's delighted giggle.

"You're so sweet for us, Y/N," she praised, crawling up the bed to straddle your face, her pretty pink cunt hovering over your face. Rhys was still while you tasted her for the first time, so sweet and perfect, and the noise she made- you brushed your tongue over her clit again to see if she would moan again, and to your delight she did.

Slowly, Rhys started moving, the delicious grind of his hips almost distracting you from Feyre's. You did your best to focus on her, but Rhys seemed determined to make you lose it. Feyre didn't seem to mind, enjoying the moans you were letting out and playing with your nipples.

The pleasure inside of you was building, spurred further when Rhys moved faster, cock rocking into you at an angle that was driving you wild. Your lips found Feyre's clit, sucking on it gently before flicking your tongue over it, drawing the prettiest moans from your alpha as she shuddered over you, tipping over the edge when your hands pulled her down against your face and you licked at her cunt, drunk on the taste of her and the press of Rhys's cock, your two alphas taking such good care of you.

Rhys hit just the right spot, pleasure sweeping through you in waves as you clenched around him, renewed when his knot popped, locking him inside of you as he finished. Feyre climbed off of you, pressing a kiss to your lips and letting out a pleased hum at the taste of herself on your mouth.

"I'll go get a warm rag and be right back, omega," she said softly, returning in under a minute as she'd promised, and wiping your face clean, a dopey smile on your face the entire time.

"How are you feeling?" Rhys asked, his hand carding through your hair soothingly, making it increasingly harder to stay awake, especially when Feyre started peeling the covers down the bed, careful not to jostle the two of you much.

"Good," you sighed, smiling when he turned you onto your sides, Feyre sliding behind you and pulling the sheets over all of you. Warm and safe, here with your alphas.

"Sleep well, omega."

"We'll see you in the morning, darling."

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You were chasing after your friends, stumbling drunkenly in your high heels yet managing to stay upright somehow. They were only a few paces ahead of you, their dresses shiny and bright underneath the streetlights. All you needed to do was call out to them, and then you would be reunited. You tried to speak, but no words came out. Your voice was gone even as you screamed for them to turn back, to help you home.

A sudden feeling of dread washed over you, ice water poured down your spine that caused you to shiver. You turned your head to look behind you, and saw a terrifyingly large, winged beast lurking behind you. Again you tried to scream, tried to beg for help, but no one came to your rescue.

You snapped awake, stumbling and scraping your hands and knees on rough concrete. Your dream melted away but you were left with the fear it had stirred, doubled when you realized where you were. Or rather, where you weren’t.

Looking around in a panic, you saw no one watching you, friendly or otherwise. You also saw no signs of the place you now called home, and had no clue which direction you had come from. You scrambled to your feet, wincing at the pain in your knees.

Tears filled your eyes when you realized that you were alone once more, with no hope of finding your way back to your alphas, and you were now at risk of being found by the soldiers that Amarantha had sent in search of you. They fell down your cheeks as you looked around again, trying to choose a path to go down. The one that you had woken facing was unlikely to be the way back home, but the opposite end had two hallways. You had to make a choice, one that could lead you back to your alphas, or further away from them. Neither path looked familiar, and with the same bland, yellow walls and concrete floors, they looked the same as every other hallway you’d gone down in the place.

With a sigh, you started down the hallway to the left, praying silently that it was the correct path to take.

You walked and walked, a half an hour passing before you found a small inlet in a wall, just large enough for you to squeeze into, and long enough that only a creature as small as you could reach you. You paused for a moment as you stared at it, debating whether or not it would be a good idea to sit and wait for Feyre and Rhys to find you.

They’d found you the last time, though it had taken a bit… But surely by now one of them would have woken and noticed that you were missing, and they would be searching for you. Yes, you decided, slipping into the crack in the walls that was just large enough for you to sit down with your knees pulled to your chest.

You waited and waited, each minute dragging on into an eternity. You did your best to recall your favorite songs, singing them in your head to pass the time, and when that failed you thought of your alphas. How pretty Feyre was, with those shining blue-grey eyes and high cheekbones. And Rhys with his dark as night hair and wings that you had once found terrifying, but now found to be a source of comfort. They were both so sweet with you, and knew your needs before you fully realized them. You hadn’t been thirsty or hungry or alone for a minute since you had accepted them as your alphas, except for now.

God, how panicked they must be… More tears cascaded down your cheeks at the thought of them being panicked over your safety. And all because you had sleep-walked out of your home, too far to find your way back to them on your own.

Time ticked past and you heard a distant rustling noise, and fear built in your heart once more. You pressed yourself tighter against the back wall of your little alcove, debating whether or not you should stand so that you could attempt to make a run for it if need be. But the rustling noise grew louder and you froze in place.

The tapping of claws accompanied each step, the monster in the hallway growing closer to your hiding spot with every second that passed. Your heartrate kicked up when it stopped in front of your hiding place, the shadow of it blocking out the light. The monster sniffed loudly three times before letting out a dark, chilling laugh. “Little omega, I know you’re here,” it crooned, it’s clawed fingers tapping against the opening you were hidden in. “Come out, my Queen will treat you gently.”

You didn’t answer, breathing shallowly as your terror rose. The only thing separating you from certain death or worse was five feet of wall, too far for the Attor to reach you.

But that didn’t stop it from trying. Its grey, decaying flesh stank so badly it made you gag as it pawed for you, giant claws scraping the wallpaper from the walls. It shrieked and raged as it tried to grab you, with no luck on its part. You were panting in fear now, shrinking away from the deadly appendage as much as you could.

It tried and tried, not relenting for a single second of what felt like an hour before you felt a warmth in your chest and one tug, clear and sharp, cutting the fear in your chest.

The Attor didn’t notice him approaching, and did not see the sword before it sliced through its neck. The head fell to the ground with a satisfying plop, soon followed by the beast’s body. Rhys’s head popped into the alcove and turned to you, his violet eyes filled with ice.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, voice filled with rage. “You know it isn’t safe!”

You cowered against the wall for a moment before his eyes softened, and then you launched yourself at him. Tears fell freely from your eyes as you stumbled over the Attor’s body and into his arms, sobs wracking your body. “I know,” you cried, burying your face in his chest, not giving a fig about the grey goop splattered across his leather chest piece. “I was sle-sleeping and then I woke up out he-here.”

His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against him firmly. His lips pressed to the crown of your head and he murmured an apology, waiting patiently for your tears to stop. You pulled your head from his chest, looking up at him with watery eyes. “It’s alright, darling. I… I had thought you were trying to leave us,” he admitted softly, then pressed his lips to yours. “Let’s go home, omega. Feyre is already heading back, and she’ll be anxious to see you.”

You nodded and let him scoop you into his arms, and you tucked your face into his neck, breathing in his scent. The citrus and sea of your alpha combined with his steady, fast pace had you dozing off in his arms, the exhaustion from your unexpected outing finally catching up to you.

“Oh thank the mother,” Feyre sighed when she saw Rhys walk through the door with you in his hold. She tugged you from his arms and squeezed you tightly, her nose finding your neck. It was only after she took a deep lungful of your scent that she loosened her hold on you. ”I’m so glad you’re safe, omega. We were so worried when we woke to find you missing…”

“I’m sorry, alpha,” you sniffled, taking in a deep breath of her scent to soothe your omega. “I was sleep walking.”

“I know, ‘mega. Rhys already explained the situation to me,” Feyre said with a tight smile. “We’re going to work out a way to prevent it, okay? Then we’ll never have another scare like this again. But for now, the two of you should get in the bath.” Her nose wrinkled when she looked at Rhys, a decent amount of grey gunk still covering him.

“That sounds good to me, alpha,” you said, letting her lead you to the bathing room.

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Every day, there were more reports from Azriel’s shadows about Amarantha’s troops closing in on your home, finding their way through the maze of hallways. The most recent one had passed by this morning, less than a quarter mile away from the door that led to your safe haven.

Rhys and Feyre left each day for meetings with the other courts, coming back exhausted each evening. You spent your days swimming in the bathing pools and prodding Cassian and Azriel for stories, anything to keep your mind from utter boredom.

The visit to Velaris that Feyre had promised had yet to happen, dampening your spirits even further. You hadn’t left your home since your sleep-walking episode three days ago, and you felt as though you were going insane.

Currently you were seated on one of the couches, staring at the door that led to Velaris. Feyre and Rhys were off again today, leaving you in the care of Cassian, while Azriel patrolled the hallways.

“Please,” you begged, using your best puppy dog eyes as you stared Cassian down. “Please, please, please take me to Velaris, Cassian.”

“You know I can’t do that, Y/N,” Cassian sighed, his hazel eyes darting away from yours. “Rhys and Feyre would have a conniption if I took you anywhere without their permission.”

“But I’m dying of boredom. And I would be safe with you by my side the entire time,” you pointed out, watching his face for any sign of him caving in to your demands. “I just want to leave for a couple of hours, that’s all. Please…?”

Cassian sighed heavily. “You have to promise to not leave my side for a single moment. And we’re only going to stay for a half an hour, alright?” You fought the urge to clap your hands in excitement at his acquiescence. “It would be faster to fly…” he muttered to himself.

“I’ll go get some shoes on,” you said giddily, bolting to your room before he could change his mind. You were back in a flash, leather slippers on your feet and a fur cloak tied around your throat. “Are you ready?”

Another sigh and Cassian stood, flexing his wings behind him. “Let’s go,” he said, voice resigned. You were out the door in a flash, walking quickly down the hall. “Stop,” Cassian demanded, something in his tone forcing you to halt in your tracks. He reached you quickly, tugging you into his arms and then taking off at a fast and steady pace. At his speed, you reached Velaris in twenty minutes, opening the door and gazing in awe again at the life that thrived in this place. “Remember, you stick by my side at all times.” You nodded in agreement and let him set the pace as you descended the staircase that separated you from the settlement.

People stared just as much as before, though none came directly up to you again, for which you were grateful. You stayed as close to Cassian as possible as he led you through the crowd to one of the larger buildings. The interior was filled with fabrics of all kinds, including the same type of fur that your mates dressed you in each day.

“Cassian, why are you back this time?” a woman sighed and you came around Cassian’s side slightly to see her. Her blue-grey eyes reminded you of Feyre, and though she’d sounded annoyed with Cassian, her eyes were alight with delight. “Ah, the famed omega,” she said appreciatively. “My name is Nesta, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You introduced yourself, feeling shy when her scent washed over you - another alpha. You couldn’t get over the similarities she had with Feyre, and you final blurted out, “Are you- I’m sorry, but are you related to Feyre?”

Nesta laughed softly. “Yes, we’re sisters. We have another as well, you may meet her at some point if she can tear herself away from the gardens.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said with a smile. “What is all of this?”

“It’s our collection of fabrics, including the furs of the Worins. I sort through the pieces that fall through worlds like yours, with the help of a few others.”

“She’s the best at it,” Cassian boasted, earning him a playful glare from Nesta. “I thought you might like to pick out a few things, while we’re here. If that’s fine by Nesta, of course.”

“For my sister’s omega, anything,” Nesta said with a small smile.

Cassian let you get a few paces away from him as you browsed the racks and piles of fabrics, picking out a few pieces that interested you. You heard him chatting lowly with Nesta, the occasional flirtatious laugh having you glancing back at them to see their heated stares. You walked through the building slowly, savoring the feel of each fabric on your fingers. Ever since you had presented as an omega, your senses had been sharper, touch especially so.

After a while you felt a sudden burst of panic in your chest, startling you from your perusal. Cassian let out a groan at the same time, crossing the room to grab a hold of your arm.

“Sorry, Nes. I’ve got to get her back before our Lord and Lady rip apart the court,” he apologized, sending a boyish grin her way. “I’ll come back to visit soon.”

“Come back never, for all I care,” Nesta said, but when you glanced back, her eyes were shining. You shook your head at the two of them, wondering why neither had confessed their obvious feelings to the other.

“Let’s go, ‘mega,” Cassian said, hauling you into his arms and pushing off of the ground and into the air. Your stomach lurched at the sudden movement, hands clutching to the fabrics in them. “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” Cassian soothed, his arms holding you tighter to his chest. He landed in front of the door that led back inside, just as it burst open. A frantic Feyre and Rhys stood before you, eyes going wide before narrowing at the sight of you in Cassian’s arms.

Rhys tugged you out of Cassian’s grasp and into his own, clutching you tightly to his chest. “We will speak to you later, Cassian,” he said in a cold voice, spinning on his heel and taking you back into the maze of hallways, Feyre only a step behind him.

Silence reigned between the three of you for ten minutes, though you could sense their fury through the bond in your chest. You ached to explain the situation to them, but you couldn’t get the words to come out. Instead, you nuzzled into Rhys’s neck, enjoying the citrus and sea scent of him even with it marred by his anger. The press of your lips to his skin had some of the rage melting away from his golden tether, though you had a feeling it wouldn’t be enough to save you from some sort of lecture or punishment.

By the time you entered your home, a heavy feeling had sunk into your stomach. Rhys set you down on the couch gently, and then they were standing before you, arms crossed as they stared down at you in disapproval.

“Why?” Feyre asked furiously.

You blinked up at her, unsure of what to say, but opened your mouth anyways. “I was bored…” you said in a small voice. They were still looking at you the same way, and you scrambled for some other reasoning. "I wanted more nesting fabrics, and Cassian was by my side the entire time. I was safe.”

“Safe?” Rhys chuckled darkly. “The only time that you are truly safe is when you are with us, omega. Even here with Cassian and Azriel with you, you are not safe. If Amarantha decided to look for you herself, there is no way that Cassian could have protected you.”

“I didn’t know that,” you cried. “You don’t tell me enough to know how much danger I’m actually in. And I am sorry that I left without your permission… I’d thought that having Cassian with me would be enough. I thought that Velaris was safe.”

“Velaris is safe, darling,” Feyre sighed, crouching down in front of you to meet your eyes. “It’s the road there that’s dangerous, which is why Cassian should have known better.  I…” She paused to consider her words. “I know that you’ve been tired of staying here, darling, but you must listen to us. And in return, we can take you to Velaris every other day. Does that sound okay?”

“Yes, but… can’t you take me to your meetings too?” you asked quietly. Every day that they left you behind it bothered you more and more, your omega still adjusting to the bond.

“It’s not safe there!” Feyre exclaimed. “The alphas that we meet with are volatile, we don’t know how they would act if you were with us." She was poised to speak again, but a pointed look from Rhys had her backing down for the moment.

“As it turns out, the other court leaders have demanded to meet you, to see for certain that we and Eris are not lying,” Rhys said with a shake of his head. “If that meeting goes well, we will discuss you accompanying us more often.”

“Fat chance,” Feyre muttered under her breath. You smiled at her, reaching a hand out to poke her cheek as she pouted. “I suppose we’ve spoken enough of this matter. But if you ever pull another stunt like that again, you will get more than a talking to.”

“I won’t,” you said. “I promise.”

Feyre smiled at you, and you noticed that most of the tension that was in her body had melted away. “Did you want to show us your new nesting materials?”

You nodded vigorously, releasing the death grip that you hadn’t realized you had on them, spreading them across your lap. Rhys crouched down as well, and they both reached their fingers out to feel each piece as you presented it. It made you giddy, showing off your new finds to your alphas, and you chocked it up to another silly side effect of your presentation.

Once you’d finished, Feyre tugged you off of the couch and into your bedroom. She carefully pushed you down onto the mound of furs you shared, spreading your new fabrics around you, her touch feather light and teasing as she did so.

You propped yourself up on your elbows when she stood once more, watching as she and Rhys slowly undressed each other. Heat rushed through you at the sight of them bare before you, though when they laid down around you, they merely held you close, despite your arousal. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in their hold, drifting off into the land of dreams once more.

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“I already drew a bath for you, so scurry on in there,” your mother said as she watched you place your neatly folded stack of nesting materials back in your closet. “And don’t worry about doing your hair, I’ll do it once you’re done,” she added.

“Alright, mama, I’ll be quick,” you yawned as you went into your bathroom, shutting the door softly behind you. As promised, the tub was filled with hot water, inviting tendrils of steam drifting upwards. Your nightgown was stripped off and dropped in your hamper, along with your undergarments before you slid into the water, sighing at the perfect temperature.

As much as you wanted to soak and enjoy the heat warming your skin, you knew that your mother was antsy to start preparing you for the season ahead. So you dunked your hair in the water and washed it quickly, though with its length it could only be done in so little time. Next you picked up a cloth and poured soap on it, working it into a lather before you began to scrub your skin gently. It took you no more than twenty minutes to haul yourself out of the bath, water dripping off your hair and skin onto the soft mat that covered the marble floor. You’d just managed to pull on your robe when Lilia knocked on the door.

“Breakfast is here, dear!”

You opened the door while using a towel to scrunch your hair and spotted your mother at your vanity, placing a cup of tea down for you. She patted the chair at the vanity, and you crossed the room to sit down. Lilia snagged the towel from you and pulled your hair over the end of the chair, and set to work drying the length of it. It nearly reached your waist now, though most people wouldn’t know that. You only let your hair down in front of family, a tradition passed down on your mother’s side of the family. One day- one day, you would show your hair to another. To your alpha. Your parents had given you a choice in continuing to honor the tradition once you’d grown old enough to manage your own hair, and you hadn’t hesitated.

You had found it so very romantic to keep your hair bound in front of all but your blood, to save the way you looked with your hair loose for the one you would spend forever with. It was one of the few things you could control even in your heats, as you were well aware of the overwhelming need that could easily have you giving yourself to an alpha physically without so much as a thought. But keeping your hair bound even in those moments was easy, and it gave you an extra layer of security during your heats.

And just thinking about the way your eventual partner would look when you took your hair down in front of them for the first time… It was enough to make your heart race.

“I was thinking we could practice the hairstyles you’ll want to wear during the season,” your mother said once your hair was dry, pulling you from your thoughts. She gently ran a brush through your locks, working out any tangles with ease.

“I loved the braid you did for my birthday this year, it looked so pretty with the cherry blossoms,” you replied, reaching for your tea. It was the perfect temperature, and your favorite blend of orange and cinnamon.

“Then we’ll do that one today,” she smiled, already beginning to twist your hair into the correct pattern.

“So… You said that you met papa at your own courting season?” you asked, grinning when a light flush rose to your mother’s cheeks.

“Yes, we did. Seventy-five years ago in one week,” she said dreamily as her hands worked your hair into a loose plait. “I was like you, I’d had no intentions of settling down at only twenty, but when I saw your father…” she paused her movement, looking off into the distance. “It was love at first sight for me, he was just so handsome, and so polite with everyone he interacted with. And I’d never thought he would fall for me, for someone who came from an untitled family in Summer.”

“But he did,” you giggled, loving how in love your mother was with your father.

“That’s right, he did! The first night we’d only met during a dance, and I’d thought that it would be the last time he interacted with me. But the next night at dinner, he brought me a plate of food and a goblet of wine immediately, and we talked for hours,” Lilia gushed as she tied off your braid. “He only left my side once he saw that there were other alphas waiting to speak with me, but by then I already knew that he was my alpha.”

You grabbed your box of enchanted flowers and opened it, holding it so she could grab the small blooms to place in your hair. “When did you know that he knew, though?”

“That night,” she giggled. “I was only half paying attention to the other alphas that came to dine with me, and I watched Tamlin sit in his chair and watch me and me alone. Of course, I learned I was truly correct when I returned to my room that night, and an invitation to lunch the next day and a beautiful red rose from him was waiting on my nightstand. Now, what do you think?”

You turned in your chair, twisting so that you could see the back of the braid. It looked perfect, a loose plait with cherry blossoms tucked all down the middle. “I love it! It’s as pretty as I remembered, thank you mama,” you beamed. “Now, you’d mentioned breakfast?”

Lilia chuckled and nodded her head. “Yes, Loren brought something up for us so we don’t have to dine with the boys. Your father would have been blushing and stammering while I told you how we met, I’m sure,” she tittered, and you joined in. He was wonderful at showing his love, that was true, but he did always blush when your mother complimented him.

You stood from the vanity and grabbed your teacup, then followed her to the two person dining table in the far left corner of your room. A lovely selection of croissants, sliced fruit, and breakfast meats was set on the table, and the two of you tucked in.

“So,” Lilia started once you’d both finished your meals. “I’d like to spend most of our time today getting you acquainted to the schedule you’ll be following for two weeks, and if we have time, we can start on your wardrobe.”

You were tempted to ask if you could skip straight to the wardrobe part, but refrained. You were certain that your mother had the better plan. After all, you’d be packing for two weeks, and you could spend days picking out that many dresses, when you have the goal of impressing an entirely new court in mind. “That sounds lovely, mama.”

“Wonderful! You can go ahead and get dressed, and we’ll walk down to the gardens. I think a bit of fresh air would be nice,” she said, standing to leave the room. “I’ll be right outside, Y/N.”

You nodded and watched her leave before standing and making your way to your closet. Your hands found a pink dress with a sweetheart neckline and slightly see-through sleeves that came in to cuff your wrists. It would certainly be suitable for spending the day in the gardens under the spring sun, even if a cool autumn breeze swept through as it ended at your ankles. You slipped out of your robe and slid into a pair of panties before grabbing a simple shift. You shimmied it over your shoulders, then did the same with the dress, being careful to not disturb your hair. You grabbed a pair of white flats, sliding them onto your feet as you walked to the door.

Lilia was leaning against the wall across from your door when you opened it, standing straight when you walked out. You took her arm when she extended it, the two of you making your way to the gardens at a leisurely pace.

There was a teapot waiting on the table when you arrived, and as soon as you’d sat down you reached for the teapot, grasping its handle a moment before your mother could. You poured her a cup of tea first with a grin on your face before pouring your own and setting the teapot back down.

“As you now know, the courting season lasts two weeks. During those two weeks you will be staying in the High King and Queen’s Court, in a wing reserved for omegas only. The door to the wing bars all alphas excluding the High King and Queen themselves, so there are no worries about the safety of omegas,” your mother explained, and you let out a breath of relief. At least you needn’t worry about an alpha sneaking into your room at night, that knowledge would surely put you more at ease in an unfamiliar place. “It’s quite the blessing, actually, to have that privacy. Your father will be your chaperone, and I'm sure it will be nice to have the occasional break from him. He gets rather antsy in their court, you see.”

“Ah. And is there… Is there any reason that he gets more agitated there?” you prodded, wanting to know just why your father had a bad relationship with your High King and Queen.

“That is not my story to tell, Y/N, I’m sorry. But I will say that he has valid reasons to feel uneasy,” Lilia replied smoothly. “Now, back to the season. The first night is undoubtedly the most important of them all. The first impression that you make on not only every alpha in the room, but every member of their court is extremely important. However, I recommend dressing in the simplest gown you take.”

You furrowed your brow at the suggestion. “But wouldn’t dressing in your most lavish gown make a better impression?"

"Technically, yes. However I believe that being in a simple yet elegant dress that accentuates your body will have you standing out more than the other omegas. They’ll likely be dressed in their finest clothing the first night, but as the weeks wear on, they’ll wear simpler outfits than their first appearance. Whereas you will have come in as a fresh bloom, only to be adorned further as time goes on.”

You nodded, her logic making sense, though there was a chance other omegas would follow the same strategy. Not that you’re in competition with them, you just… Like to make a good impression.

“Now obviously we’ll decide which dress you’ll wear on the first night later. It’s customary to bring a gift for the High King and Queen, usually one made by the omega themselves. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out in the short time we have, you’ve always been very good with gift giving.” You preened at the compliment, knowing you always put extra thought into each gift you gave. “And once every omega has been introduced to the court, the dancing begins. You’ve already learned most of them, but Lucien has agreed to help you practice them and learn one or two new ones over the next week.”

“I’m sure he jumped at the chance for it,” you giggled. “Is he planning to attend the season? I can’t see him passing up an opportunity to dance.”

“I believe he is, his mate is still an unclaimed omega. He usually likes to attend to spend a bit of extra time with her.”

That’s right. Your uncle had been trapped in a cycle with his mate, his intended omega for over a century now, but he never complained about her to you. Instead he’d waxed poetically about her, how he hoped that someday it would be written in the stars for them to be together. You personally found it romantic, the way he was waiting so patiently for her to be ready, though your father had expressed his concerns to you about it one night when he’d had a tad to much to drink.

“So I’ll have two chaperones,” you pointed out, earning a laugh from your mother.

“Very true, Y/N. Now, the first night is strictly dancing, there’s very little time for conversations. It’s more for getting a cursory feel for each available alpha, to see if there are any that pique your interest. A newer tradition for alphas is to slip a coin with their family name and court into your hand if they are interested in you, and you’ll keep a pouch tied to your wrist so you won’t lose any of them. The second day is much more involved- omegas eat breakfast together each morning, and I personally would recommend trying to make a few friends. I still visit and write to a friend in the Autumn Court that I met during my own season.”

“But what if… What if they’re mean?” you asked, voice full of nerves. You’d only interacted with a few omegas in your life, and all of them had been kind. But you were their princess, and as much as you wanted for it to not color your interactions with them, it must in some way.

Your mother’s blue eyes were sympathetic as she grasped your hand in hers. “Most likely, there will be one omega who is less than fond of you. But most of them are like you- nervous and in a new situation, and looking for kindness in those around them. If you are kind to them, they will be kind to you, just as the people in Spring are. I know we’ve kept you a bit sheltered, but I’d love for you to use this opportunity to broaden your horizons. I promise that you won’t regret it,” she said sincerely, her words instilling you with a sense of confidence. You rarely meet new people, but you always try to put your best foot forward.

And you can keep trying, starting with this courting season.

“Alright, I will do my best, for you. What happens after breakfast each morning?”

Your mother smiled broadly, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Omegas are given a few hours of free time, either to spend in privacy, or to explore the court a bit and have a conversation with an alpha or two. I was personally a fan of the gardens they have, and I have a feeling that’s where you’ll spend most of your free time,” she giggled. “After that comes lunch, which will be spent with an alpha who’s interested in you. You may get several invitations for one day, but I’m sure your father will help you choose wisely. He knows quite a bit about the other alphas in the court, and how they behave when not under the watchful eye of the High King and Queen. Most afternoons you’ll be encouraged to have a soak in the heated pools the court houses, but I would stay away from the mixed pool, which allows alphas and omegas to relax together. I do not think it’s worth the risk, and found it much more relaxing to spend time among other omegas.”

You made a face at the mention of bathing with others, let alone alphas. “Do most people wear bathing suits in the pools, at least? I don’t think I could handle bathing nude with so many people, omega or not,” you said while shaking your head.

“The vast majority of omegas remain clothed in some way, and clothing is required in the mixed pools, to keep any misunderstandings or scandals from happening,” Lilia reassured you, a small smile on her lips as she patted your arm. “In the evenings everyone gathers for dinner in the throne room, though you won’t be allowed to grab your own food. Interested alphas will approach one at a time with a plate of food and drinks to share, and you’ll get to have conversations with them for as long as both of you desire. If they really like you, they’ll ask you for a dance, at which point you may either accept or decline.”

“Decline? Isn’t that… rude, though?” All your life you’d never rejected a fae’s offer for a dance, even if you would’ve rather returned to your rooms early for the night than dance with them.

Your mother shook her head, wisps of blonde hair shaking around her face. “No, the season is one of the few times it is considered polite to reject a dance offer. It’s seen as a kind way to inform someone of your disinterest and not use up more of their time, and it also frees yourself for suitors that you are more interested in.”

“I suppose that makes sense…”

“Be sure to remember that your feelings toward an alpha matter more than being polite, Y/N.” She said seriously. “They also matter more than any alpha’s feelings, until you’re claimed. Don’t get lost in their scent until you’re sure that you want them as a person, my dear.”

You couldn’t help the water that pooled in your eyes at her sincerity, how fiercely she wanted you to have a wonderful alpha to call your own. “I won’t, mama, I promise.”

Her eyes were misty as well when she nodded and said, “Good. Now… Ah! On the seventh day there is an outing to the countryside. It’s much more relaxed than the other courting events, as each omega lays out a blanket to sit on with alphas that are interested in them.”

“Like a picnic?” you asked, envisioning yourself sitting so casually with alphas that you barely know. When you visited the villages in Spring, you mainly interacted with the beta and omega crowds, seeing as you felt more at ease with them.

“Yes, sweetie. Most omegas choose to send out invitations to the alphas that they are interested in getting to know in a more casual setting, usually three to four. Though I only invited one,” Lilia giggled, pink dusting her cheeks.

“I hope I get lucky like you did, mama, even if it isn’t this season,” you sighed dreamily. While you’d never fully entertained the idea of having an alpha aside from when you were in heat, you had always wanted a family of your own. A husband or wife who loved you and you them, and tiny little babies to nurture and protect until the end of time.

“I’m certain that you will, Y/N. You are a lovely young omega, and I am proud to call you my daughter. Anyone, alpha or not, would be blessed to have you as their partner,” she said, grasping one of your hands firmly when your eyes went misty again. “Now, we’ve covered the basics of the season, and I think it’s time that we start on your wardrobe.”

“That sounds perfect to me, mama.”

The two of you stood from your chairs and began making your way inside, walking past the staircase and into your mother’s sewing room. You came to a stop at the doorway you were never allowed to pass through, even now that you’re grown. Yet your mother slid a key into the lock, opening the door and passing through, looking back and beckoning to you as if you’d always been welcome in here. You stepped over the threshold, faelights coming alive when you did.

Your jaw dropped. Everywhere you looked, silk, tulle, chiffon and lace surrounded you. Rack upon rack were filled with evening dresses, day dresses, nightgowns- anything you could ever need. An entire wall was taken up by four large chests, each holding five drawers.

“Welcome to your trousseau, Y/N,” your mother said with pride, gently pushing you towards one of the racks. Your hands went out instinctively to feel the fabrics between your fingers, silk slipping over them like water.

“I- this is mine?” you asked incredulously. When would you possibly wear all of these? You were only attending the season for two weeks, meaning that you would need at most three dozen dresses, but if you had to guess there were at least five dozen dresses hanging, along with whatever was in the chests.

“Of course, my dear! I started parts of your trousseau when you were born, just putting away little memories for you to show to your own children, someday,” Lilia explained. She kneeled in front of one of the chests, and you followed suit. “I even… I know we haven’t talked much about what you want for your future yet, Y/N, but I started making clothes for your future little ones when you were born.” Your mother opened one of the drawers, revealing tiny onesies in every color of spring, from the deepest greens to bright pinks and yellows. “My mother did the same for me, and I wanted you to have something of me to take into your new life, though I know you’ll come visit me. I saved your first onesie for you to put on your little ones, if you’d like.”

“If I’d like?” you asked, tears in the corners of your eyes. “I would love to have my babies wear it, mama. Thank you so much,” you cried, and let her pull your face into her shoulder. You gave yourself a minute to be overwhelmed by the love your mother held for you, the care and effort she had put into this surprise. “You mentioned my wardrobe?” you sniffled, smiling at her.

“That I did, love. And as you can see, you have quite a selection to choose from, if I do say so myself,” Lilia giggled.

“I suppose we should get started then!” You pulled yourself up and cautiously approached the racks of clothing again before Lilia chuckled.

“Go on, pick one! You’ll get to try them all on before the week is up.”

You nodded, and ran your hands over one of the racks. You looked away, letting your hand grasp a random dress.

Four hours later and three hairstyle changes by your mother, and you’d found it.

The perfect dress for you to be introduced to Court in.

It was made of a cream colored silk, with princess seams running down the chest and stopping at your waist, leading into a skirt that flowed beautifully when you spun around. The square neckline was modest enough for your comfort, and the added lace on the end of the butterfly sleeves and ruffle over your chest was perfect. The back was tied together with a matching silk ribbon, and overall the dress felt so… you. It made you look so feminine and sweet, and would be comfortable enough to dance in for hours.

“This is the one, mama,” you said as you smoothed your hands over your stomach, the fabric soft beneath your fingers.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. You’re sure to take every alpha’s breath away,” Lilia said tearily as she watched you twirl in the mirror, the skirt moving like water around you.

“You think so?” you asked hopefully when you turned to her, a bright smile on your lips.

“We know so, Y/N,” the voice of your father said behind you, and you spun to face him. “You look perfect. My darling daughter, all grown up,” Tamlin said hoarsely, but his eyes were overflowing with love, glistening with tears.

“Thank you, papa,” you said softly, walking to him and throwing your arms around his neck. “I’m only this perfect because of both of you.”

Tamlin chuckled at that. “If you say so, dear,” he said as he released you from his hold. “Are you girls hungry? Dinner is ready, if you are.”

Just as he finished speaking, Lilia’s stomach rumbled softly, eliciting laughter from all three of you.

“I’ll be out in a moment, I just need to change out of my dress,” you said, pushing your father from the room.

“Alright, we’ll wait to walk down with you,” Lilia replied, following Tamlin out into the main sewing room and shutting the door behind her.

You turned back to the mirror, admiring yourself one more time. You certainly looked the image of Spring in this dress- pure and full of hope, ready to start a new life. One minute. One minute, you allowed yourself to dream about the possibility of meeting your future alpha in this dress.

A happy sigh left your lips at the thought, before you started undressing.

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Dinner had been wonderful as always, with the addition of Lucien teasing you about how much he was going to run you ragged during your dance lessons over the next week. You had merely shaken your head, knowing that you’d danced all day before, every Calanmai up until dusk.

Now though, you were back in the gardens.

You were currently contemplating what gift to create and present to your High King and Queen, wishing that you knew what they would appreciate. Your hands were busy pushing magic into the few lilac roses that had yet to bloom, a practice you were familiar enough with to let your thoughts drift to other things.

Should you give something related to Spring?

Or something only you could make? What would that even be?

Would they prefer something to eat, or would that be seen as rude- as if you were implying they did not have enough to eat?

What about something that you’d embroidered? Though you weren’t the most skilled with needlework yet, having preferred to hone your blooming abilities first.

The thoughts raced around your head for the entire hour you spent outside, the sky going from a bright orange to dark blues and purples, and you still had yet to decide on anything.

But at least your roses were fully bloomed, and would stay that way for weeks. Maybe you’d be back in time to see them wilt, if they stayed as stubborn as they usually did.

You sighed and stood from where you’d been kneeling, brushing dirt and blades of grass from the skirt of your dress. Slowly you began making your way back to the manor, nearly ready to turn in for the night. You came to a halt in the small courtyard in the center of the rose gardens, letting the sound of babbling water from the fountain quiet your mind, your eyes falling shut without a thought.

Your eyes snapped open- perfect!

The courtyard you were standing in had always been a favorite spot of yours, it’s beauty unmatched. The cherry blossom trees encircling it were almost constantly raining down pretty pink petals, and the clusters of flowers scattered about were beautiful. Along with the fountain and the ornate wooden bench, it would make for a lovely diorama depicting the season of spring.

Of course you would need your mother’s help for the flowing water part, and possibly the help of one of the village’s glassblowers, but you would be able to create most of it yourself, if your parents thought it a good gift for your High King and Queen.

Satisfied now that you had an idea, you turned and made your way to the manor. Only a few minutes later and you were shutting your bedroom door behind you. You went through your night routine quickly, wanting nothing more than to sink between your sheets and drift off to sleep.

Your nerves were quieter today, and it took you no more than five minutes to fall asleep once your head had hit the pillow.

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Grass was soft underfoot as you walked through the gardens, eyes lifted to the night sky.

The stars were beautiful tonight, glistening more brightly than you had ever seen them. You didn’t bother looking where you were walking- after all, you’d practically been raised between these hedges, so many days passed by playing hide-and-seek with your parents and uncle.

And when you bumped into something- someone, you were pulled from the magnetism of the stars, your cheeks heated as you apologized.

“It’s nothing, darling,” the female chuckled, wrapping her arms around you. “You found me! I’m surprised you did so quickly, did someone use the stars to help her?” she asked, fingers ghosting over your sides, pulling a giggle from you.

“No, I just thought they were pretty tonight,” you said, breathless now that you’d seen her.

She was far prettier than any stars in the sky.

“Thank you, darling,” she giggled, and you blushed even harder when you realized that you must have spoken that aloud. “Come now, let’s find Rhys. He’s hiding somewhere in here.”

The female pulled you by the hand, leading you further into the hedges, stopping abruptly every now and then, your chest bumping into her back. It took her all of five minutes to lead both of you to a male, his back turned to you and head tilted to the sky. The female nudged you forward, an encouraging smile on her face when you looked back at her.

Nervously, you approached the man on your tiptoes, poking him gently on the shoulder. He whirled around, arms encircling you before you could move away.

“Aha! I’ve caught you now, little one,” the male, Rhys, chuckled, burying his face in your neck, nose nudging your braid.

“It’s the other way around, Rhysie,” the female giggled, her chest pressing to your back as they held you between their bodies.

“Uh-uh, Feyre, I caught her first, all our little omega did was tap my shoulder. So I win,” Rhys said smugly, a satisfied grin on his face when you looked up at him- absolutely stunning, just as Feyre was. “See, even Y/N thinks I won. Don’t you, darling?”

With those violet eyes looking into yours, it was all you could do to nod in agreement.

“Fine,” Feyre sighed, her hands drifting to grasp your hips. “You need to give him his reward for winning, Y/N.”

“Re-reward?” you asked, confused.

“Mhm, for winning I get a kiss from our sweet omega,” Rhys gloated, puckering his lips invitingly. “Please?” he asked with a slight pout, and you bit your lip, fighting the grin that was threatening to cross them.

You pushed up on your tiptoes, planting your lips to his skin.

“Not fair,” he whined as your lips left his cheek, a grin fully formed now.

“Maybe,” you giggled. “But you still got a kiss, didn’t you?”

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh, I see. We’re teasing each other now, aren’t we?” You nodded, and felt Feyre do the same, her golden brown hair tickling your shoulder. “Alright, just remember that you started it, little one. Now, run. Let’s see how long it takes one of us to find you, and the first one gets a real kiss, on the lips.”

You were beaming as you freed yourself from their holds, not wasting a moment before taking off into the maze that you knew like the back of your hand.

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Grass was soft beneath your feet, tickling between your toes as you tended to the rose bush in front of you. It was the only one that had yet to bloom this season, disliking the slightly cooler weather that autumn brought to the Spring Court. Your fingers drifted over the stubborn buds, each of them blooming under your touch. A gentle breeze passed by, making the petals flutter and the loose hairs of your braid tickle at your neck.

Lilac roses had always been your favorite of all the flowers your father had planted. Not only are they a part of the garden expansion he’d planted for you at your birth, they were also the most stubborn bushes in the rose garden. They take forever to bloom each season and refuse to wilt, and sometimes you almost wished you had a bit more of that persistence yourself.

Your life in Spring had been nearly perfect- the only true want you had was to experience the other seasons, at least once in your life. But in the twenty-four years you’d been alive, you had yet to see the other three. And each time you’d asked your father, he’d told you that you weren’t ready yet. So aside from that desire, you had no complaints.

You had plenty of training for your growing powers, access to a grand library, delicious and fresh food, plus you were even allowed to roam the Court, with a chaperone of course. As safe as the Spring Court was, your father was still worried about the only heir to his throne wandering around without protection. Especially since you had presented as an omega two years ago. Your favorite companion of choice was Lucien, whenever he returned from the High King and Queen’s Court. He let you play and socialize with the other young fae without hesitation, while any of the sentries who accompanied you were difficult to convince.

A particularly unyielding bud drew you from your thoughts, and you pinched it between your fingers lightly. Your brow scrunched slightly as you focused on it, directing the power flowing in your blood and pushing a small amount of it forward, a satisfied smile on your lips when the rose bloomed fully, pretty lilac petals brushing your skin. You were so focused that you only registered the sound of footsteps when the person rounded the corner, and turned to see a flustered Lucien, heading straight towards you.

“Hello! Look, I’ve nearly gotten the whole bush to bloom-” Your words were cut off when Lucien grabbing you by your arm, tugging you back the way he came. “Why are we rushing, Lucien?” you asked, slightly worried with just how fast he was pulling you back to entrance to the manor.

“You forgot about one of your lessons,” Lucien said plainly, and you made a face at the obvious lie.

“No, I didn’t Lucien. I never have lessons on Sunday afternoons, so what is it really?”

Lucien looked back at you once you’d exited the rose hedges, and your worry grew at the fear in his eyes. “I’ll explain once we get to your rooms, Y/N,” he said placatingly before tugging on your arm again, leading you up the path to the front door, still ajar, likely from when he’d come to fetch you.

As you entered the manor, Lucien came to a sudden halt, and you bumped into his back, smacking him on the arm for stopping so unexpectedly. “Lucien!” you scolded, prying his hand off of your arm when his grip tightened. “Why did you-?” You paused mid-question after peering around his shoulder, eyes landing on a winged male standing next to your father, hazel eyes locked on yours.

He most certainly was not from the Spring Court.

“Hello,” you said meekly, stepping out from behind Lucien’s back and smiling at the male.

The male smiled back at you, stepping forward until he stood before you. He extended a hand, and your eyes registered the marred flesh before you looked back up, not wanting to make the male uncomfortable and extending a hand without hesitating. Despite its appearance, his skin was soft as he took your hand gently. “Hello, beautiful. My name is Azriel, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it, his scent washing over you as he did.

Cedar wood and night-chilled mist-

Alpha.

A slight flush spread over your cheeks as he pulled back, looking at you expectantly. “It’s lovely to meet you, Azriel. My name is Y/N,” you said with a curtsy.

“Y/N, hm? And what is a wonderful young omega like yourself doing at the High Lord’s manor?” Azriel asked, slowly letting go of your hand.

“I’m the Princess of Spring, sir,” you replied, noticing the way his eyes widened the slightest bit. “What brings you to our lovely court, if I may ask?”

Your father stepped forward then, drawing your eyes to his, emerald eyes blazing as they flicked between you and Azriel. “We were just heading to my study, sweetheart. Why don’t you head along to that lesson Lucien was taking you to?” he suggested forcefully, and you nodded. It wasn’t often that he acted like this, but when he did? You knew he was only acting in your best interest.

“It was nice meeting you, Azriel,” you said, flashing him a bright smile before you let Lucien pull you away. You could feel his frustration the entire way up the stairs and to your room, but he didn’t speak until the door was shut and locked behind him.

“Y/N,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Why did you talk to him?!”

“I-” you paused, completely confused. “I acted how I always do with new guests, politely.”

“But that was- Mother, Y/N, that was the High King and Queen’s spymaster!” he yelled. Lucien turned away from you, taking a few deep breaths before looking back. “It’s complicated, Y/N, but they weren’t aware of your existence, Tamlin made sure of it. They don’t… He has a complex history with them, and he thought it best to introduce you to their Court when you were older.”

“So I’m… a secret?” you asked, thoroughly confused. “But people in Spring know who I am, so how do they not know?”

Lucien sighed. “They’ve all been told to keep their knowledge of you hushed. And that worked, up until today… But I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it now,” he said heavily.

“What do you think will happen?” you asked hesitantly, not entirely sure that you want to hear the answer. You didn’t know much about your High King and Queen, but the little you did know told you that they were fearsome and ruthless when the situation called for it.

“I’m not sure, Y/N. But whatever does happen, I need you to stay strong, Y/N. They aren’t the fondest of your father…”

You pondered that for a moment. Why wouldn’t they like your father? He only did what was best for the court, and also complied with the rulings of the High King and Queen. What was there to dislike?

You were just about to ask him when a key rattled in your door, swinging open a moment later to reveal your father. He looked distraught for the first time in your life, emerald eyes latching onto you as his claws retracted into his knuckles, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Lucien-”

“I know, Tamlin. I’m sorry, I should’ve winnowed her out-”

Your father held up a hand, stopping Lucien before he could go any further. “I don’t blame you, Lucien. If anyone is to blame, It’s me,” he groaned. “I should have expected they would come calling today, with the courting ball approaching. I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have saved you from this,” he lamented, approaching you and pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Saved me from what?” you asked, curious as to what event they were talking about.

“There’s…” Lucien paused for a moment, looking at your father for any disapproval. “Every five years, there is a two week long courting season for unclaimed omegas, and attendance is mandatory.” Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth to protest, but Lucien continued, “You do not need to find an alpha, Y/N, you will only be made to attend and participate in the traditional courting activities.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. That was one major worry sorted. “I am struggling to see the problem, then.”

“The prob-?” Tamlin released you, looking down at you with shock. “The problem is that the High King and Queen know about you, sweetheart. Who knows what they’ll use this opportunity to do?” He was frantic again, and began pacing the length of your room.

“Tamlin, she’s right. I know it’s not ideal, but the fact that they have yet to barge in and demand to meet Y/N is promising. And I doubt that they’ll do anything to harm her, seeing as she’s a protected citizen under their own law,” Lucien said placatingly. Tamlin slowed his pace, considering the words.

“Besides, they were going to learn of me eventually, right? I don’t see the harm in doing it sooner, rather than later,” you added. And wouldn’t it be better, if they found out sooner? They’d likely be angrier the longer you were hidden, if they’ll even be angry at all.

You weren’t even sure why it matters so much, to keep you hidden.

“It might even be better, to have her introduced to their Court during the season. They’re typically on their best behavior during it,” Lucien pointed out, and your father stopped pacing.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” he sighed. “We’ll wait to see if you receive an invite, Y/N. And if you don’t, all the better. Now, I’m sure your mother has already finished brewing a pot of tea for us all to enjoy, why don’t we go see her in the garden?” Tamlin didn’t wait for a response, already taking of at a brisk pace.

You and Lucien let him go ahead, preferring to give him a bit of space. He even let you set the pace, a slow meander through the halls and down the stairs. Questions were something you didn’t bother with, knowing that Lucien had always been tight-lipped about the High King and Queen at your father’s request.

Which made you all the more curious. Just what had happened between the three of them?

“Y/N, my baby!” your mother squealed when you passed through the back garden door, jumping up from her seat to squeeze you tightly. “I heard you met the Shadowsinger, I’m sorry it wasn’t a more planned meeting, dear. But, if it means you get to attend the courting season, I won’t be too upset!” Lilia tugged you over to the table, laden with tiny sandwiches and cakes and a tea set. “That’s where your father and I met, you know,” she said dreamily as you sat down, your teacup already being filled by your father.

“Really? So you can give me tips on what to do,” you giggled.

“Of course! I’ll tell you all about it while we get you ready over the next week.”

“Ready?” you asked hesitantly. What was so different about it compared to your court’s festivities that you need to be prepared for it?

“Yes, Y/N, ready. There’s more to a courting season than there is to solstice celebrations,” she said simply. “You’ll need to know how to spot a kind alpha from one who only wants to hurt you, or have you as a status symbol. And it’s always a good idea to know what’s expected of you during each event.”

“They’re all harmless events, you just need to know the etiquette. But that can wait, why don’t you have a sandwich, Y/N?” Lucien placed a small sandwich on the plate in front of you, and pushed it towards you.

You saw the move for what it was- an attempt to swing the conversation to your mother’s cooking. It was a good choice, one that had your father’s shoulders loosening as he picked up one of them for himself.

If anyone was in trouble this courting season, it was sure to be your father.

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Sleep was hard to find that night, your sheets a rumpled mess an hour after you’d laid down. While you weren’t concerned about the courting season, you were still a tad nervous.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and you sighed heavily before getting up. One thing, and one thing alone would allow you to sleep.

A nest.

You brought three pillows and four extra blankets out of your closet and onto your bed, piling them around the center to make a decently sized barrier. The moment you slid under the sheets inside of it, the restlessness inside of you stilled. Your favorite plush in the shape of a strawberry was clutched to your chest as you dozed off, sleep finally claiming you.

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The clouds above your head floated past lazily, giving you a chance to find a shape in each one.

You were laying in your favorite clearing, the one just past the forest’s edge near the manor, with wildflowers blooming all around you. The sky was striking, pretty streaks of dark orange, blue, and purple, each cloud more beautiful than the last.

“There you are, darling, we’ve been looking for you.” You lifted your head to see two high fae, walking towards you from the tree line. “Can we join you?”

It was the gorgeous female who’d spoken, her blue eyes shining brightly as she kneeled on the grass next to you.

“Oh, I… I suppose,” you said shyly, blushing when you saw her even closer. She was stunning, her skin glowing softly against the darkening sky. She laid down beside you, close enough that your fingers brushed the side of her leg nearest to you. Your cheeks reddened further when the male laid down as well, except he was on his side, facing you.

Two fingers met your chin, turning your head until you were looking him in the eyes. Violet eyes, flecked with stars- actual stars, so brilliant they took your breath away. “It’s been too long since we’ve come to visit, don’t you think?”

“Far too long,” the female next to you agreed. “I think we both deserve a kiss, with how long its been. Right?”

“You heard her, darling,” the male chuckled, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, demanding but so soft against you. “Don’t be shy, give one to Feyre.” Your cheeks were flushed, your lungs breathless as your face was again turned by two gentle fingers, a different, plusher set of lips colliding with yours.

She kissed you hungrily, her hand holding you in place while she took her fill, your lips learning her rhythm and moving in time, your body sinking further into the ground as you went limp in her hold. A hand met your waist, slowly snaking down to brush against your hip and startling you out of the kiss.

“Good girl, didn’t you miss us?” the female, Feyre, asked.

You were dizzy enough from the melding of your lips that you nodded, knowing it was the answer they were looking for.

“We won’t ever be away for so long again, darling, don’t you worry. Every day, until the end of time, we’ll see you.” The male’s hand was back on your hip, thumb stroking across the fabric of your dress soothingly.

“Every day?” you asked sleepily, followed by a yawn.

“That’s right, little love. Every day. How does that sound to you?”

You felt warm and fuzzy inside, fizzy bubbles of happiness rushing through your blood. Feeling like this every day, with them? “Good,” you whispered, smiling when each cheek received a kiss.

“Perfect, darling, because we weren’t going to leave you alone anyways,” the male said lightly, burying his nose against your neck and scenting you deeply. “Especially not when you smell so delici-”

“Rise and shine, Y/N!” The curtains to your room were thrown wide open, and the sunlight coupled with the cheery voice of your mother had you squinting your eyes open. “We have an official invite for you from the High King and Queen themselves to attend their courting season, so you need to get up now, my dear.”

You groaned and rolled over, letting yourself burying your face in a pillow for a minute.

What had you been dreaming about? Something nice, and… What was it?

Whatever it was, you hadn’t wanted to wake up just yet, but you resigned yourself to dismantling your makeshift nest, and began getting ready for a day filled with courting preparations.

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Your eyes took in the room greedily, now that you were alone. Each wall was painted with such precision that you could almost believe you were in a forest when you stared at them intently. And when you sunk down on the bed, a weary sigh left your lips.

It was more comfortable than you'd hoped, having the perfect level of support you prefer. You fell back, arms splaying above you.

The tears came easily with no one to watch them fall, reality crashing down further with every second you spent here. Your beautiful prison, for the rest of your life. No hope of one of your brothers coming to get you, seeing as they'd been slaughtered along with your parents.

And the King and Queen... they seem far too interested in you for your comfort, eyes and hands lingering where they shouldn't.

A groan left you before you sat up. A bath before dinner would be nice- though perhaps you could stay in your room all night, ignore their call to dine with them. Your stomach, while grumbling, could survive until morning or later without eating, if it would save you from their company.

You went to the door that Feyre had pointed out, turning the handle and gasping as you took in the room. A large tub was carved into the floor, a faucet waiting to be turned to fill it to the brim. A window took up all of the wall to your left, curtains hung so that you could have more privacy, if you wished, though with the sun inching towards the horizon, you weren't sure that you did. A toilet and a large counter took up all of the wall to your right, different bath products scattered across the countertop.

It was... annoying how much you liked the rooms they had given you, though you'd never admit that to them. Not with how prideful they'd been about picking out the "perfect" room for you...

You turned the tap to the tub, pleased when warm water started flowing almost immediately, and set to removing your boots and stockings as it filled. A grumble worked its way out of you as you unlaced your dress with some difficulty, lavender silk pooling around your ankles before you stepped out of it and pulled it up, folding it carefully. As far as you knew, these were your only items from home, all the rest of your things left back in Spring.

Your dress and stockings were laid upon the counter, boots on the floor below, and your underthings followed soon after. Randomly, you picked a bottle of soap to use, pouring some of it beneath the stream of water and setting the bottle next the edge of the tub.

The water was wonderful as you slipped in, easing the aches that you hadn't known were lingering from your long journey, and the bubbles forming smelled so comforting, lilac and pear wrapping around you and putting you at ease.

You'd nearly dozed off by the time the sun began to set, and had to force your arms to wash yourself before you climbed from the tub and dried off. The bed was looking so inviting now that you almost didn't drag yourself to the closet, but the thought of anyone barging into your room and finding you sleeping so vulnerably...

So you pulled on the nearest nightgown, made of a powder blue silk, then crawled underneath the covers, pulling pillows around you on either side. One, shaped like a tulip, you clutched to your chest before nuzzling against it, allowing your omega to take over and find what comfort you could in your new surroundings.

It didn't take long for tears to flow, thoughts of your family and your people filling your head. How you wished this was all a bad dream, just a nightmare that felt too real. Sleep claimed you quickly, tugging you gently into a world that was how it should be, your brothers bickering and parents looking at each other lovingly.

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"Please, you must choose one, Princess!" the beta in front of you, Lady Nuala, insisted again. You shook your head, crossing your arms defiantly as you stared at her.

For the past fifteen minutes, she had been trying to coax you out of your makeshift nest, with little success. You were sitting up now, but refusing to leave the safety that the bed provided in your determination to stay in your room for the rest of the night. Though the dresses she pulled from the closet were beautiful, they weren't enough to erase the fears in your mind.

Lady Nuala sighed and placed the dresses back in their place before approaching the bed slowly. "I know that your life has changed entirely, and you've had little time to grieve and adjust," she said softly as she perched on the very edge of the mattress. "But you really must go to dinner." You scoffed and turned your eyes away from her. "If I am not able to help you dress, the King and Queen told me to inform you that they will help you dress." The Lady's voice was stern as she spoke, though a glint in her eyes seemed regretful, that she had to threaten you.

And as much as you hated it, the threat of their help was too great a possibility for you to risk. With a sour look on your face you stood and padded over to the closet, going inside to pick a gown, not missing the relieved breath that Lady Nuala let out as you did. Your fingers flitted over fabrics before resting on a sage green silk, pulling it out to look at the cut of the gown. It was more revealing than you would have liked, what with the slit that would run up your left thigh, but the neckline was modest enough- nothing like the gowns the beta had shown you, with deep v necklines and sheer fabric past your upper thighs. No, this dress was far more Spring, and much more you.

You allowed Lady Nuala to dress you, once you'd slipped on a pair of panties, and not for the first time did you wish for clothing that you were able to put on entirely by yourself. It had been an annoyance up until now, but with your new circumstances you had a feeling you'll begin to loathe dressing entirely.

"I'll let the King and Queen know that you're ready, Princess," she said while curtsying, and you almost spoke to stop her from leaving, so you might have her take you to the dining room instead, but you thought better of it. The lock turned as she left, and you tapped your foot on the ground.

Best to interact with them as little as possible, you thought to yourself as you walked around the room, running your fingers over the empty bookshelf, opening drawers only to find them empty. How odd, that they would give you a closet that's bursting and a bathroom filled with soaps, perfumes, and lotions, but leave you without anything interesting.

A knock sounded on the door, the lock clicking a moment later, and the King and Queen strode in, looking as regal as ever. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of them, hating that they looked so... so normal, not like the vicious killers that they are.

"Good evening, darling," Rhysand said with a charming smile, only increasing your ire. "Come, let's go to dinner." He extended a hand to you, but you remained stationary. A sigh left the alpha as he looked to his wife, who smiled and approached you.

"You need to eat, Y/N," the alpha insisted, her blue eyes soft as she held a hand out to you, her scent washing over you, smelling so familiar. "We don't want to force you to come with us, but we do have the responsibility to take care of you now. You can come on your own two feet, or I'm sure that Rhys would love to carry you downstairs..." she trailed off, curling her fingers at you.

Your nose wrinkled at the suggestion, and instead you breezed past her entirely, unwilling to touch them. Rhysand attempted to hold your arm, but you tugged yourself free of his grip and moved into the hallway. You couldn't remember what path they'd taken to bring you here, hadn't even remembered coming up a set of stairs, but you didn't care that you had no idea what way would lead you to freedom. All that you cared about was distance between you and the alphas as you sprinted down the halls, taking whatever turns presented themselves to you. The heels you'd been put in didn't slow you much, after all, your entire life you had run around the castle after your brothers in them, but the hem of your dress kept threatening to slip underfoot and trip you.

The turn you'd just taken was a mistake- the path in front of you ended with a door, one that you prayed was open as the footsteps behind you grew closer. The handle turned and you slid inside, shutting it softly before looking around in a panic. A wardrobe! You snuck inside, just closing it when the door you'd entered through opened, light spilling inside from the hallway.

You clamped your hands over your mouth, willing your breathing to slow as you listened intently, hoping, hoping, hoping you wouldn't be found-

The wardrobe swung open and you panicked, attempting to dart through the two sets of arms waiting to grab you, but they were too fast, clamping down around your waist and pinning you tightly between them. You struggled in their hold, even going as far as to scratch the chest of the alpha in front of you, nails slicing into his skin where his shirt was unbuttoned.

"That's enough," the alpha behind you hissed, clamping her teeth onto your neck tightly, the alpha in front of you following suit. A whimper left you at the feeling, their teeth not breaking skin but pressing hard enough to activate the glands they were on, your damned biology sending wave after wave of calming sensations through your body until you stilled, tears leaking from your eyes. Still, they held on a minute longer, their hands rubbing soothingly over your waist instead of holding you fast.

"Feeling better?" Rhysand murmured in your ear after releasing your skin, laving over it until you jerked, hissing when Feyre bit harder. "Now, now, darling. You did bring this upon yourself, running off like that, and then not conceding once you were caught. All we wanted was to walk you to dinner." You stayed silent aside from your quiet whimpers. "Will you behave if Feyre lets go?"

You nodded as much as you could without hurting yourself further, sighing in relief when her teeth unlatched from your skin, legs wobbling beneath you. Feyre's lips brushed over the hurt and you pulled your shoulder up to break the contact.

"You know, if we were as evil as you think..." Feyre whispered in your ear, fingers playing over your stomach. "We would have claimed you right now. But we want you to want us, Y/N."

A shiver ran down your spine at that reminder- that they could have bound you to them forever, and still could, really. But then Feyre's scent washed over you again, lilac and pears...

Just like the soap you'd used, you realized with a spark of anger, attempting to turn around and, and-

You weren't sure what, but when their hands held you still, you slapped your hand down on Rhysand's chest until he grabbed your wrist, a humored look in his violet eyes.

"And just why are you hitting me, darling?" He asked before placing a kiss on the back of your hand, and you opened your mouth to yell at him that they'd tried to manipulate you with their scents-

Before you snapped your lips closed, remembering that you wanted to stay silent.

"Oh, come now, you won't tell me what I did to deserve such a beating?" Rhysand asked in an amused tone, waiting a few moments for you to respond. "Ah, I guess I'll never know what I did," he sighed as he locked his fingers with yours, Feyre doing the same with your other hand.

"Nothing that you won't repeat, I'm sure," Feyre giggled as they led you out of the room you'd accidentally trapped yourself in, and down to the dining hall.

"Finally, I was beginning to think the little lady had already decided to love the two of you!" A male's voice chuckled as the three of you walked through the doors, the table already laden with food. "Oh, or maybe she did!" He said when you sat down, your chair pulled out for you by the King and pushed in by the Queen.

You gave him a questioning look before realizing where his eyes were darting between, heat rushing to your cheeks when you realize that of course their bites had left marks, and dark ones by the gleeful grins on Rhysand and the loud male's faces. You'd have liked nothing more than to sink into the ground as the male wiggled his eyebrows at you before pouring wine into his glass, though you settled for glaring daggers at him instead.

"No, she just decided to take an unplanned tour that came to an abrupt halt," Feyre said, the mystery male chuckling again. "I'm sure you're hungry, Y/N, is there anything that you'd like to try first?"

While the food looked appetizing, the company you were in was the opposite. Aside from the King and Queen, there were four other people seated at the table, all of them alphas. Their combined scents alone were giving you a headache, along with the loud chatter between the chatty male and a blonde female, bound to increase in volume as they drank more.

You stayed silent, trying your best to stare ahead as Feyre plated a bit of each dish for you to try. She tried making conversation with you at first, tried coaxing you into eating, but you were feeling queasy at this point.

Was this what you life was going to be now? Dressed up and paraded around as their little plaything, until you eventually slip up during a heat or they claim you after being tired of waiting? Made to dine with the people who likely helped orchestrate your family's murder?

You picked at your plate, waiting for them to take you back to your rooms. At least in there, you could be alone. You wouldn't have to listen to the boisterous laughter that made you jump each time, wouldn't have to acclimate your nose to so many new scents.

Eventually, they did just that. Your hands were held firmly on the way back up, neither of them willing to risk another escape tonight.

They bade you goodnight, though you weren't listening as you slammed the door behind you, leaning against it until you heard the lock slide into place.

Your heels were kicked off before you made your way into the bathroom, lighting a candle and lifting it up. A gasp left you at the sight of your neck, two marks so dark they might as well have been black on either side over your scent glands. If this was what a non-claiming mark looked like, what in the hells did a claiming mark look like?

Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of them, at how close you'd been to such a danger as being claimed by the alphas. You grabbed a cloth and wet it in the sink, rubbing gently over the sensitive skin, sore to even the softest touch now. But you needed to get their scent off of you, it was clinging to you and taking over your senses, your headache still lingering. The cloth did little to help, so you stripped out of your dress after working the laces open, then turned on the faucet to the tub.

You didn't wait for it to be full before climbing in, cupping handful after handful of water to pour it over your neck and shoulders.

Anything to get their scents off of you.

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You woke with a start, noting the absence of arms around you immediately. A loud whine built in your chest, a shiver going down your spine. You were burning up, but so, so cold without your alphas around you, their skin pressing to yours.

Everything was dim around you, the beautiful silks of your nest void of color as you looked for your alphas, needing them with you, their body heat keeping you warm, Rhys’s wings blocking out any light.

When you couldn't find them, you keened softly before standing, repeating the noise when you nervously left the bedroom you shared with them.

Grey walls and an absence of life greeted you in the living area, and confusion gnawed at you.

Where did they go?

Quietly, you peeked through each door that you hadn't passed through yet, empty rooms with neither your alphas or the men you'd seen earlier inside of them.

You bit your lip as you considered your options, looking at the door that led outside of the only safe space you'd known here. Leaving would be dangerous, filled with unknowns. But staying...

A cramp ripped through you, taking your breath away as you doubled over, clutching at your stomach.

You needed to find your alphas, they would know how to help you, you thought desperately as you turned the handle, stepping into the never ending hallways once more. Surely they hadn’t gone far?

Cramps ripped through you, stopping you in your tracks every few minutes as you bent over in pain. You leaned against cool walls, trying to abate the heat that accompanied the pains, your skin slicked with sweat. Clear thinking was a thing of the past by now, your only thoughts being of your alphas, the pained desire coursing through you.

Corridor after corridor passed you by, and at each you were left with only one safe path forward. The other choices would be filled with thick grey smoke, or black flames that blocked your path, covering the way you’d come as well - it tugged at your brain, something not entirely right with what you were seeing.

But you shook those worries off, mind confused by the cramps and the desperate need to see your alphas, to breathe in their delicious, soothing scents. All that mattered was getting to them, no matter how long it took.

The walls started to widen as you began to lose your strength, stopping every few steps to catch your breath, press your bare skin against the cold, grey walls. Two columns of pillars that stretched to nearly meet the ceiling lined the wide hallway you were now in, going on for what looked like forever to your exhausted muscles. The ceiling sloped upwards as you walked further into the room, clutching at each pillar as you passed it, taking a few breaths before pushing your tired, aching, needy body to the next. Ahead of you, the room opened up further, vaulted ceilings so high you couldn’t make out where they ended, smoke pouring down to cover the room in a thick, grey haze.

You held onto the last pillar as you looked around, trying to see where the walls of the room were, with no luck. It was vast, and paired with the smoke clouding your vision, you were only able to see where the floor in front of you was, unable to make out anything else in the room.

A deep breath in and-

There!

You could smell lilac and citrus and pears and the salty sea - your alphas!

The promise of your alphas spurred your body on, and you were able to run forward into the darkness, a happy sigh leaving you when your arms wrapped around one alpha- warm and solid and oh so-

Wrong.

Wrong, your omega hissed as an awful scent poured into your nose, replacing the perfect scent of your alphas with smoke and blood and bitter chocolate, making you gag as you tried to pull back, tried to free yourself from this fake alpha.

A low chuckle rumbled through the chest you were pressed to, long fingernails scraping against your scalp and tangling in your hair as the woman pulled you onto her lap. "Hello, little omega. Welcome home," a cruel voice said, a cackle that made your blood curdle sounding when you attempted to scramble away, head turning to look at who dared to hold you.

Shiny, red-gold hair and ruby lips and matching eyes were the only features you could focus on, so off putting and so not. Your. Alpha.

Smoke cleared from the room around you, some of confused haze lifting off of your mind as color poured back into the room, walls changing from dull grey to faded, pale yellow, swathes of red and black fabrics pinned over the majority of them.

You noticed with a pounding heart that behind you, scores and scores of creatures similarly horrifying to the Attor were lined against the walls, leering eyes trained on you-

Your muscles ached as you scrambled against her hold, trying to hide yourself-

"Stop," the alpha commanded, one hand gripping your hair tightly to keep your eyes locked on her, and your body stilled despite your mind still screaming in protest. "You are my omega now. And you'll lure those idiots who thought they could claim you here, so my people can slaughter them," she cooed in your ear, fear lancing through you at the thought of your alphas being hurt. "Don't worry, pretty omega, you'll be given my knot whenever I decide you deserve it," she shushed you, swiping your tears away with a thumb, sharp nail too close to your eyes for comfort.

You shook your head, everything was wrong-

"You there," the woman snapped, a green-skinned woman stepping forward from the crowd. "Go prepare my omega, I want the reek of those disgusting wretches off of her. And if you so much as touch her cunt, I'll take your hands," she hissed, finally releasing her arms from around your waist, and you jumped up before swooning slightly, dizziness and a sharp, lingering cramp hitting you in the same moment.

Ruby eyes roved over your naked form, lingering between your legs as you tried to cover yourself with your hands, failing miserably.

The green skinned woman approached you, taking you by your upper arm into a door you hadn't noticed, behind the throne the red-haired alpha was seated in. Her hands were cold, an almost welcome feeling against the heat still running through you, but it felt off.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The room you entered was far too moist, dank from humidity. Arms wrapped around you, lifting you into the air and dunking you into a large pool unceremoniously. You gasped for air when you resurfaced, feet slipping on the smooth floor of the pool as you glared at the woman. "What the fuck?!" You asked angrily, flinching away from her hands when she tried to reach for you.

"The Queen said to prepare you for her. You need to be washed, omega. Now, come here," the alpha demanded, her voice leaving no room to argue, and your body complied. "Tilt your head back."

You tried to focus on the water, how the cool temperature was soothing the fire in your core slightly, but you couldn’t ignore her hands as they washed you, the detestable way her fingernails lightly scratched at your scalp - what would normally be a kind gesture, but you wanted to vomit.

Anger bubbled within you, and paired with the fiery heat and pain blazing inside of you, you were ready to hurt someone.

You were able to dry yourself off, at least, but the woman dressed you in skimpy bands of silk, held together by smooth rings of silver. It hardly passed as clothing in your opinion, and would certainly do nothing to keep you warm like the fur dresses your alphas had given you-

A keen broke from your lips at the thought of them, heat pulsing in your core when you remembered what they had promised to give you. The alpha brushed a hand against your cheek and you flinched away, broken from your daydream containing violet and blue, back to smelling these awful alphas.

She sighed and tugged you by the hand, your feet struggling to keep up with her brisk pace as she led you back into the massive room you’d stumbled into, the red-haired alpha grinning at you, an evil glint in her eyes.

“Come here, omega,” she demanded, a push from the green skinned woman setting the order into motion, legs moving of their own accord to the throne she was seated upon.

Or, you supposed it was a throne, you were sure that they were not supposed to be made of bones- so many skulls, you thought with a shiver as you stopped in front of her, unwilling to move closer unless made to by an outside force.

“Here, now,” she hissed, one sharply nailed hand patting her lap. Your muscles moved without you willing them to do so, climbing onto her, grimacing when you felt bare skin brush against bone. “Good omega,” she purred, a spark of heat adding to the flames already raging inside of you. “Now just turn around-“ she repositioned you so your back was pressed to her chest, knees hooked over the sides of hers, leaving you bared to the creatures lurking at the edges of the room. “-And you can watch the show.”

Show?

You flinched when two fingers dipped into your core without warning, squirming against the arm that was now holding you in place. “Let me go,” you whined, wiggling harder.

A pair of sharp teeth on your neck put a stop to that.

“Stay still and be patient,” the woman said, nipping your ear. Her fingers trailed up, circling over your clit slowly, drawing a gasp from you-

You clamped your lips shut, you didn’t want her, you wanted your alphas. They would be here soon, take you back to your perfect nest-

Two fingers pinched your nipple and you came back into the room, grey walls blurring around you as you squinted, harsh lighting hurting your eyes.

“Look who is it, omega. Look who came to see you, being a whore for another alpha.” The words were whispered in your ear, getting you to focus on the far end of the room, where you thought you’d entered from.

Blue and violet glinted in the dark, your alphas revealing themselves a moment later as they stepped further into the room, their combined scent washing over you, even from this distance.

“Alphas!” you exclaimed, attempting to push yourself up and run to them- but you were held tight by the red-haired alpha’s arm, her fingers still resting over your core. A high pitched whine built in your throat, getting louder the longer that your alphas just stood there.

“That’s right, omega. They came to see you, spread for another alpha before they die,” she cackled, raising her hand from your center, giving a signal to her army with glistening fingers. Shame would have overtaken you, if not for the sight of your alphas being swarmed, their might being easily overpowered by the vast numbers the enemy had, a keen slipping from you as you watched in horror.

Claws shredded through Rhys’s wings, blood spurting from the gaping wounds as he was pushed to the ground, weapons forced from his hands. Feyre was forced to her knees, head held up by her hair and you could see the grimace on her lips, imagine the pain in her eyes.

Your alph-

A sword swung through Feyre’s neck, her head still suspended by her hair and you let out a horrified scream, terror coursing through you as her body slumped to the ground, blood pooling around her body. You tried to turn your head, look away as you saw Rhys’s neck being bared, but a slick hand gripped your chin, keeping your face looking forward.

“This is all for you, omega,” she sneered at you, nails biting into your skin. “Now.”

A scream tore at your throat, your heart shredding at the loss of your second alpha, the sight of their heads, dangling next to each other made you gag, your brain shutting off from the sheer horror of it all. The scent of blood overpowered all else, drowning out the scents of your-

With a heartbroken keen vibrating through your chest, you wrenched your chin from the fingers grasping it, turning your body away from the tragedy you’d borne witness to, clutching to the warm body beneath you. The scent of blood was still strong as you tucked your nose against her neck, but mixed with something else that wasn’t quite as horrible. Your body cringed against the contact, needing your-

A sob ripped through you at the thought of them, your body shaking weakly, and a pair of arms encircled you, one hand patting your back soothingly.

“Hush now, little omega, they won’t bother you ever again,” she cooed in your ear, but the words only renewed your tears as you thought of them, bleeding and-

You nuzzled into her skin, tears sliding down your cheeks and soaking the fabric of her dress.

Whatever she did now, you didn’t care.

The two good things you’d found down here were gone.

You could go as well.

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A pounding headache greeted Rhys as he woke, his arms immediately seeking the warmth of his omega, his darling Feyre-

Only to be met with just one. Violet eyes flew open, met with the sight of Feyre, her forehead scrunched in pain and hands rubbing at her eyes.

“Where is Y/N?” he grunted, sitting up to look around more.

Surely, with her being so close to her heat and being so comfortable with them earlier, she wouldn’t have run?

It was a thought echoed in Feyre’s own mind as she too sat up in your nest, panic striking both of them when you weren’t found immediately.

Without wasting another second, Rhys was up and barging into the living room, nakedness be damned. His brothers- rage boiled in his blood as he saw them sleeping upon the couches, startling awake when Rhys yelled, “Where is our omega?!”

Feyre wasn’t far behind, already on Cassian and choking him, teeth bared. “Why did you fall asleep?!” she shrieked, shaking him. He was trying to respond, claw her hands off his neck, but she continued her assault. “We left you in charge of watching the door, and you fell asleep?!”

“Darling,” Rhys sighed, pulling his mate off of his brother, who gasped for breath as soon as her hands had left his throat. “Well?”

“I swear, I don’t know how I fell asleep,” Cassian begged in a raspy voice, holding his hands out to keep Feyre’s hands a good distance away when she pounced on him again. “Seriously, Az and I were awake, Amren had just left after popping in to see how things were going with the new omega and all, and then…” he trailed off, brows scrunching together.

“I don’t remember anything after that either,” Azriel added. “Meaning-”

“Someone must have knocked you out,” Feyre breathed, pouting as she removed herself from Cassian, folding herself into Rhys’s side instead. “But that could only mean-”

“The twins,” she and Rhys came to the realization at the same time, night mist already swirling around them, ready to take them straight to where their omega must be, before Azriel held up a hand.

“We need to approach this more carefully than the two of you want to,” he said, raising an eyebrow when Rhys opened his mouth to counter him. “We cannot simply go in, without a plan, or knowing that your omega is actually with Amarantha.”

“So what do you suggest?” Feyre asked, blue eyes narrowed at the other alpha.

“Try contacting Y/N,” Azriel replied, his matter-of-fact tone earning a glare from Feyre.

Rhys attempted, reaching down the golden bond that had tethered him to Y/N from the moment he saw her, wandering drunkenly through the halls of the complex, those strappy, heeled shoes dangling from her fingers. But he was met with an impenetrable wall, no matter how hard he pressed against it, it wouldn’t budge to let him in, give him access. It didn’t feel like Y/N blocking him, not when her mind had always been open to him.

“Azriel will scout ahead, confirm that Y/N is with that bitch,” Rhys decided, his heart aching at the thought of you, terrified and in the vile alpha’s grasp. “If she is, Feyre and I will winnow in, just close enough to catch Amarantha’s attention. I’ll talk to Y/N through the bond, tell her to do anything she can to not be touching anyone, then Az can get her out of there.”

Feyre nodded, satisfied with the plan. “Cassian, you’ll be with us, glamoured so you won’t be seen. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get her out without spilling any blood, although…” she sighed.

“We all want to see the stone run red with her blood, Fey,” Rhys reassured her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And we will, but not when Y/N is in danger.” Feyre let out a low growl in response, and raised an eyebrow at Azriel, the demand clear enough as he vanished in a wisp of shadows a moment later.

“Now, while I love looking at the two of you naked, especially you Fey,” Cassian winked at her, dodging a burst of wind half a second later. “The two of you really should get ready, just in case Azriel sets off some kind of alarm.”

Feyre was still glaring at him when Rhys tugged her back into the room, slamming the door shut in his own rage.

“You know I might not be able to resist, right?” Feyre asked him as he began helping her into her leathers. “I’m… Not as used to the… I’ve never had an omega, before Y/N and it’s…”

“Overwhelming? Consuming? Maddening?” Rhys asked as he finished with her pants, moving to her top, grinning when she nodded. “It’s been… A long while since I’ve had an omega, let along smelled one- and never one as delicious as Y/N. And being another part of our souls, it’s much more intense than with just any omega, darling.” He began pulling on his own leathers, smiling appreciatively when Feyre helped him, slender hands pulling straps tight. “Plus, with everything that bitch has done, I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to slaughter her then and there-”

“It would be a better idea to kill off the twins,” Azriel called from the living room, and both Rhys and Feyre burst through the door, gazes demanding answers. “She used them to lure Y/N in and could do so again, and is using them now to torture Y/N somehow. She… It’s bad,” Azriel whispered, and Feyre scented the air- fear.

If her omega was that afraid, that the scent would cling to Azriel? She could only imagine what was being done to her. Her blood boiled even further, shadowy talons extending from her fingers as her control on her magic waned.

“What area of the cavern were they in?” Cassian asked, sensing that they didn’t have much time before Feyre hit her breaking point.

“The twins were in the back right, surrounded by five Attor. And Y/N… was on Amarantha’s lap,” Azriel informed them, sighing when Feyre bolted through the door at that little tidbit. Rhys merely furrowed his brow, grabbing two swords and dashing off in her wake, wisps of night trailing after him.

Cassian and Azriel exchanged a worried glance before setting off themselves, Azriel vanishing once more and Cassian taking off in a sprint, two swords of his own strapped to his back.

They all knew the way to Amarantha’s lair, the large section of the complex that she’d had hollowed out for her own amusement, cackling whenever a piece of stone fell, unexpectedly crushing someone to death.

It had been a sacred place, before her. She’d come from some distant area of the complex, promising that she brought only intentions of peace. Omegas had been protected, living in the vast room from when they presented to when they claimed their alpha, the one area of the complex filled with swaths of bright colors. It had felt safe, comfortable for the rarest members of their species. The room had been cheery, unlike the vast majority of the complex. The outdoor areas had a bit less gloom, though it was mainly due to the greenery and the sky, lit so beautifully at all hours of day and night.

But now, after she’d slaughtered all of their omegas? It was cursed, the walls draining themselves of color over the years, turning to that dull, depressing yellow that coated everywhere else indoors.

Their only hope to defeat her now rested with their omega, Rhys and Feyre’s precious Y/N.

Who, as they got closer, could feel the pure terror and grief coursing through you. Your mind was still barred to them, but the bond was clearing up, a soul connection only possible to block at a close distance if one is aware of it.

And Y/N wasn’t, and as much as it broke their hearts that you weren’t aware, it meant they had an advantage.

Feyre, we said winnow, not sprint, Rhys spoke into her mind, lips twitching when she stopped suddenly, allowing him to catch up. He passed a sword to her, and Cassian rounded the last corner a second later, meeting them where they stood.

“Sorry,” she whispered, a faint blush to her cheeks. A moment later, she waved her hand over Cassian, his form disappearing as she did so. “Let’s go.” Cassian gripped her forearm, and Rhys winnowed them to the edge of the pillared hallway that would lead them to their omega-

Panic. Dread. Hopeless.

That was all they could scent of their omega, her sweet honey, vanilla, and strawberry scent absent entirely.

Cassian fell behind them, a move that would hopefully keep him hidden from Amarantha’s keen eye for glamours.

Feyre tried her best to not just rush in, not when Rhys still needed to contact her through the bond. But seeing her… Seeing their omega, arms clutching Amarantha of all people… Rage boiled in her blood as she saw fingernails scrape down the exposed skin of your back, eliciting a shiver from you.

Her pace increased, standing in the mouth of the hallway when Amarantha’s ruby eyes flicked up, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Look who it is, omega. Your alphas,” she said, stroking a hand through your hair before gripping it, turning your head around roughly. Your eyes were puffy, tears already tracking down your cheeks but the moment you saw both of them, your sobs grew louder, ragged, heart-wrenching keens that nearly had both of them losing their composure entirely, leaning forward before correcting themselves.

“Amarantha. Give us our omega,” Rhys demanded, stroking along Feyre’s mental walls to let her know he was contacting Y/N.

“Your omega, you say?” Amarantha buried her nose in your neck and taking a deep breath before biting your skin harshly, if your whine of pain was anything to go by. “I don’t think so, the poor thing is in heat and you hadn’t even knotted her yet,” the alpha tittered, her crowd of beasts joining in. “Besides, the two of you will be dead any moment now.” Your keening grew in volume again and you attempted to jerk your head back into Amarantha’s neck, held fast by her grip on your hair. “No, this will be the final time, omega. You’re going to watch, and then I’m going to knot you while you watch their bodies get eaten by my very hungry army,” she said in a sweet voice, and they could feel your stomach turn, even with the arousal of your heat passing through the bond as well.

She knows what to do, Fey. Take them out, I’ll watch your rear, Rhys whispered into her mind, and that was all it took for Feyre to fly forward, her eyes having already sought out the bastards that had tricked and tortured their omega, their entourage clustered closely around them.

Misting would take too much magic, but a sword of flames paired with her Illyrian steel dispatched the first two Attor in a second, the mutated creatures’ heads flying from their bodies before Feyre moved to the one on her right, it’s deadly talons swiping at her stomach. It evaporated into nothing along with the one behind it, a gift from her mate and leaving only one more, plus the actual targets. Her blade swung through the last Attor’s chest cleanly, Amarantha’s shocked order for her army to advance rang in her ears, but all she could focus on was the two let in front of her.

The twins, Brannagh and Dagdan.

Soon to be rotting on the floor of this unholy place, Feyre thought gleefully as she pinned them into a corner, her flaming sword dissipating in favor of a much more painful death.

Fey, omega is safe. Hurry, Rhys whispered, his voice sounding slightly fatigued, the information only heard because of two key words: Omega. Safe.

She raised her left hand, using her powers of fire and water in tandem, boiling the two alphas’ blood. Just as the Mother would have wanted, for their role in defiling her sacred space. Once it was done, there was no joy. No happiness in Feyre as she watched their bodies slump to the floor, felt creatures of all manner closing in on her from behind.

Rhys, she whispered across the bond.

Her mate understood, the shadow of his wings spreading across the cavern as he took to the air, swooping across the mass of enemies swarming towards her before dipping low, grabbing her raised arm and pulling up sharply, yanking her off the ground and into the air.

Feyre could see Cassian still fighting at the entrance, dual blades working in tandem to fell enemy after enemy as they approached. Her eyes flitted to Amarantha’s throne, the witch already beginning an incantation, likely a spell that would destroy them, if they didn’t reach Cass in time.

But Y/N was nowhere in sight, likely tucked safely back in their Court with Azriel standing guard.

Quick, Feyre said, relaying her sight to Rhys, his wings beating at a faster pace as he dropped lower to meet Cassian, the male slashing through one last foe before pushing into the air himself, his hand wrapping around Rhys’s free wrist before they were tugged through the fabric of the world, landing just outside of their quarters in a tumble of limbs.

Feyre was the first to free herself, pushing off of Cassian who grunted in surprise and throwing the door open, eyes searching for her- for Y/N, omega.

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Amarantha tugged your hair, hard, yanking your face to look at the hallway.

Again.

You couldn’t bear to see your alphas die again. For the seventh- no, the eighth time. You just couldn’t.

Rhys and Feyre- god they looked so beautiful, standing there, but you knew what was coming, what you’d witnessed so many times.

You tried your best to tune out any conversation, not wanting to hear the taunting Amarantha did every time, not wanting to hear the sickening sound of their blood dripping on the floor.

Y/N, Rhys’s voice whispered into her mind, and she jerked her head, trying to turn away from him- whatever tricks they were trying to play, you couldn’t take it. Y/N, it’s me. It’s alpha, he begged as you tried to shut him out, make his voice stop, because soon he was going to die, just like he had-

I haven’t died, darling. They’re using magic against you, to hurt you. You shook in Amarantha’s hold, the idea enraging you- but sharp teeth bit down on your neck, a pained whimper leaving your lips instead of the sharp keens previously pouring from your throat.

Amarantha’s voice crooned through the haze in your mind, through Rhys’s voice, attempting to explain. “No, this will be the final time, omega. You’re going to watch, and then I’m going to knot you while you watch their bodies get eaten by my very hungry army.”

The threat had your cries renewed, the very idea of your alphas being dead in front of you and this fake raping you-

Y/N, omega- Rhys said sharply, catching your attention. Just be ready to run when I say so, one of the males you met earlier will grab you and we’ll all be together in a few minutes. Do that for alpha, please, omega, he begged you, the command tugging on your bones.

Okay, alpha, you whispered back, hoping that it wasn’t just another trick, one last cruelty to be played on you.

You waited, fighting the heat and the fear in your blood while the wrong alpha held your hair, touched your waist.

It didn’t take long before Rhys whispered into your mind again, setting you in motion. Now.

Screaming sounded around you, and you moved quickly, left hand reaching up quickly and letting your fingernails dig into Amarantha’s right eye, tearing the disgusting ruby orb to bits, jumping away when Amarantha briefly released your hair to claw at your hand. Slicked with blood, it was easy to pull out of her grasp while she was distracted by the pain, taking a few shaky steps back.

“Now, you fools!” Amarantha bellowed to her army, distracted for just enough seconds for a flurry of shadows to form into one of the males you’d met with Feyre and Rhys. One strong hand wrapped around your bicep, and you were whisked away in a swarm of shadows, landing on unsteady legs in the living room you’d begun to grow accustomed to.

“They’ll be here in a few minutes, Y/N,” the male reassured you as he removed his hand from you, grabbing a fur off the couch to drape over your shoulders. “My name is Azriel. Are you hurt anywhere?”

You blinked at him, the words barely registering.

All you could think about was your alphas, still with that wicked woman and her army of horrific creatures-

Still able to die.

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as Azriel led you to one of the couches, pushing you gently onto it before pulling another fur over your lap and legs. The covering did little to soothe any of your discomfort, though the heat-addled part of you appreciated the alpha’s gesture, the softness of the furs against your sensitive skin.

A soft whine was constant in your chest as you waited with a tired, grief stricken heart, clutching at the fur over your lap.

But it was only when Feyre stumbled through the door, soaked in grey blood and looking around frantically that your fear started to abate, the furs flung off of you as you ran to her, throwing your arms around her shoulders. You didn’t care that you were being covered in the foul smelling substance, all that mattered was her and-

“Alpha,” you whined pitifully, eyes watering as you peered over her shoulder to find him.

“Right here, darling. I’m right here,” Rhys reassured you as he stood up, extending a hand to someone- the other male you’d met, you noticed when he was pulled from the ground, both of them also coated in grey sludge. “I’m right here, omega,” he murmured as he closed in on your other side, caging you between his and Feyre’s arms.

“Safe,” you whispered as you pressed your nose to Feyre’s neck, breathing in what little of her scent you could smell.

“Safe. That’s right, omega. We’re never letting you go, ever again,” Feyre promised, her lips pressing to the crown of your head.

But even with her promise, it was all. Too. Much.

You collapsed in their arms, their bodies falling to the floor gracefully as they kept you cradled safely between them, sobs wracking your body once more as the terror of the situation washed over you again.

“I thought you we- we-” you sobbed, sniffling loudly before finishing your thought, “were dead.”

“We know ‘mega, we’re so sorry we let you be taken,” Feyre cried, burying her face in your hair. “We came to get you as soon as we realized.”

“We’re all here now, omega. We’re all safe,” Rhys said soothingly, repeating the phrases a few times until your shaking began to slow, your tears drying. “Let’s go take a bath, then we’ll crawl back into your perfect, pretty nest. Does that sound good?” Rhys asked in a gentle tone, lifting your chin to look at him with two fingers. You nodded, pleased when Rhys stood, you already in his arms.

The less time you weren’t touching them, the better.

He carried you through a door you’d been through earlier, though instead of an empty room like you’d seen, it was filled with a large bathing pool, and even had two spouts with water pouring from them, the water draining into the floor, just like a normal shower.

He set you on your feet by the spouts, his hands removing your top and Feyre’s removing your skirt, both of the items thrown to the floor and lit on fire, burning to ash a moment later.

Good.

They removed their own clothing after positioning you under one of the spouts, water washing away any of the blood that had gotten on you, along with the disgusting scent of that alpha. The cold water was soothing on your heated skin, the fire in your core reignited now that you were feeling more safe, your alphas alive and in front of you. They joined you quickly, their hands rinsing your hair thoroughly before moving lower, careful to go over every inch of skin, remind your body of who you were with, that they were your alphas as much as you were their omega.

When it was time for them to rinse off, you did as much as you could, massaging their scalp while the other cleaned their body. By the time they helped walk you over to the bath and into the warm water, you were like jello, barely able to move unless they told you to.

You wanted to stay awake, help clean them and get your scent over as much of them as possible but… You were so tired.

They washed you with a nice smelling soap, a light, sugary scent to it, and when Feyre’s hands massaged your scalp while she was shampooing your hair, you let out a tiny purr, melting into her touch.

You didn’t pay attention to much, only whining when one of them wasn’t touching you, or you felt the other was away for too long. Rhys pulled you from the pool, Feyre already waiting with a towel to wrap around you and another slung over her shoulder. Rhys grabbed it to scrunch and wrap your hair in while Feyre dried your body down, their soft touch only making you sleepier. Rhys dried himself off quickly as Feyre slipped your arms through the sleeves of a robe, tying it shut around you. They switched places once Rhys was done, his arms slipping around your waist, his nose at the base of your neck, scenting you deeply.

Soon, Feyre had scooped you into her arms and followed Rhys out of the bathing room, through the main room and finally, finally into the bedroom, your perfect nest-

You let out a squawk at the sight of it, how the bottom edge was ruined!

“Rhys,” Feyre scolded, giggling when he sent a lighthearted glare her way. “Can you fix the layers for her?”

“Of course, anything for my darling omega,” Rhys said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before kneeling at the base of your nest, carefully rearranging the pillows, the silk layers between them smoothed out.

Only when you let out a pleased hum did Rhys stand, carefully over the wall of your nest and pulling the covers back before sitting on the left side. Feyre entered your nest, gently setting you next to Rhys and removing your robe before sitting down herself, going straight onto her back and opening her arms wide for you.

You sighed once you’d settled in, face snuggled against Feyre’s chest, one leg hitched over hers and Rhys’s body pressed to your back. He pulled the furs up all the way, and swept a wing over you and Feyre, blocking out the light and keeping the air on your face warm.

Exhaling breath of relief, a tear slipped from each of your eyes, dripping down onto Feyre’s skin. “I’m so glad you both found me,” you whispered.

“We are too, omega.”

“Nothing makes us happier than you, safe and sound, here between us, omega,” Feyre whispered. “Now get some sleep, you’ll need it before your body lets your heat take over.”

Rhys purred softly at a steady pace for you, Feyre following suit, hers sounding directly into your ear. It soothed you to sleep, and they watched as your body went lax.

But they stayed awake.

They wouldn’t sleep, not yet. Not until they felt you were safe, or your heat drained them to exhaustion.

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