#alpha figarland garling

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. When you noticed how much time had passed since your life had been brutalized and your loved ones torn from your heart, you had already lost your grasp on reality.

Your alpha's insatiable need for control and his raging jealousy had damned you to stay within the ivory walls of the Figarland manor. Where you spent your days in endless monotony. Everything, from your strict daily routine enforced by the servants who had been instructed by Garling to the cameras watching your every move, was designed to slowly chip away at your sanity and break you.

Your body had surrendered, entirely against your will, you could only fight so long before your instincts took over. Garling had taken pride in claiming an unwilling Omega, what was seen as a crime in the world below the Red Line, was an honor in the holy land.

Grateful, that's what he wanted you to be.

"For what?" You had asked him and received a backhanded strike to your face in reply.

Your only grace, the one thing that kept you from tying the rope and escaping the prison of your own flesh, was the small, red-haired pup Garling had thrusted upon you. You knew it was all part of his cruel plan to turn you into his perfect mate, it was revolting to think that he saw his own son as just another means to an end.

And yet, you loved him. You cared for Shamrock as if he was your own. In the beginning you had been clumsy and unsure how to take care of someone so small and vulnerable, but with the help of a few nurses, you grew into your role as a mother.

Not to appease your captor, but to fulfill your promise that you would free yourself and Shamrock from the monster that was his father.

After waking up one morning you felt too restless to stay within the comfort of your bed and got up much earlier than usual. Little Shamrock was already rolling around in his bassinet, begging you to pick him up. You scooped the bundle of joy into your arms and he squealed with delight. In the past months he had turned from a quiet baby who hardly made a sound into quite the talkative boy. You suspected it had all been Garling’s fault, you couldn’t imagine that he had taken good care of the pup.

With the baby in your arms, you looked down at the bed and wondered what bothered you about it so deeply. It couldn’t be your Alpha's stench. Unfortunately the scent had become both an aphrodisiac and tranquilizer to you, either helping you to start your heat or putting you to rest when Garling desired it. Nature was cruel and unjust.

No, it had to be something else. Maybe the insultingly bad mixture of colors? You strongly suspected Garling was colorblind purely based on the fact that he seemed to love throwing red, purples and yellows together without any rhyme or reason.

Then it hit you — you didn’t want a bed to sleep in, you wanted a nest.

"Hey Shammy, how about we figure out how to build a nest, hm? Sound good?" You cooed at the boy and he nodded.

You told yourself that he could understand you, or at least, you hoped he could. He was your only other voice to speak to in your solitude, all slaves had been threatened not to entertain you with needless conversations.

With a few well-practiced moves you tied a scarf around your chest so you could carry the pup on your back. Shamrock loved being at your side, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him behind in his little bed all day.

Honestly, you didn’t have the slightest clue on how to build a nest. You had heard about it, sure, you had read books and paid attention in biology class, but you had never actually done it yourself. After walking up and down in front of the bed, you decided it was best to start with some nesting material.

Determined to build Shamrock his first proper nest, you walked out of the bedroom, ignoring the servants who tried to drag you downstairs for breakfast.

"I wish to be left alone, I'm not hungry," you dismissed them.

"But Lady Figarland, please, your Master will be very upset if you haven’t eaten by the time he returns," a maid reminded you.

"Then let him be mad, I'll take the blame," you huffed and headed straight for the many guest bedrooms located in the west wing.

You gathered every duvet, silken pillow and exotic fur you could find. Rummaging through the many cupboards and wardrobes, driven purely by your instincts you began to toss anything unsuitable aside. It was as if a demon had possessed you with secret knowledge that was always there within you, hidden away until you had been forced to become a mate.

For better or for worse, you were no longer the rebellious Omega who accepted no man near her.

To distract yourself from your doomed fate, you focused on carrying all those blankets and pillows back to the master bedroom where you spread them all out on the king-sized canopy bed. You put your hands on your waist and sighed, staring at the messy pile.

" … I somehow feel like I’ve made it worse," you mumbled to yourself.

Whatever demon had taken over your body before, claimed your hands once more and you began to neatly arrange the blankets to form a circle, a wall, around the middle of the bed. The pillows were used to enforce the wall and to prevent little Shamrock from easily climbing out. The wolf and deer fur added some much needed protection from the cold, it was still winter after all. Two large blankets completed the set-up, by the end of it you even felt a little proud of your work!

You heard a small yawn coming from your back and removed the sleepy pup from your sling. Little Shamrock looked more than ready for another nap, he could barely keep his eyes open even if he tried really hard just to gaze at the person he had claimed as his new mother.

"Sounds like someone is ready to test out their new nest," you whispered and kissed his forehead.

You climbed over the wall of pillows and curled up inside your nest. As soon as you put Shamrock down right next to your chest and closed your eyes for a moment, you were overcome by a deep sense of security. All that was missing now was a way to hide from the morning sunlight. You sat up to pull the curtains of the canopy bed shut, leaving only a tiny opening so you could still tell if it was day or night.

Here, within the comforting darkness, surrounded by the scent of your Alpha and your pup, you felt relieved. Perhaps it was thanks to your slowly dwindling sanity that a few pillows and a thick blanket weighing down on your body was enough to make you smile, but you took every second of happiness you could get. Every tiny moment of comfort, no matter how short, was precious.

Shamrock babbled, although he was sleepy, he still reached for the nearest corner of the blanket and chewed on it. You didn’t hesitate to look under your pillow and fetch the teething toy you kept hidden under there. The pup eagerly grabbed it and bit into it — his teeth were already growing, sharp and unusually long, both traits inherited from his father.

Seeing the pup's fangs made the bite wound on your neck ache.

"Promise me, when you grow up to become an Alpha, you will treat your mate with love and kindness," you told him and gently caressed his head while he chewed on his toy.

A simple wish could only do so much. It was you who needed to keep that promise. You were Shamrock's only hope of growing up in a place far away from this hell.

The two of you spent the rest of the day nesting, only occasionally leaving the safety of the bed to clean Shamrock up. Although this wasn’t so different from your usual daily routine of hiding away in the bedroom from the prying eyes of the servants, it gave you the illusion that you weren’t trapped. You were simply … nesting. Yes.

A good little Omega who cared for her young and wasn’t seen nor heard.

A tear ran down your cheek as a quiet sob escaped you before you could swallow it.

"I'm so glad we can all fight together, you know?" A good friend of yours, Theodor, a man who had fought at your side in your days as a revolutionary, told you with a bright smile.

"Hm?" You had snapped out of your daydreams and turned your head to face him.

"I mean, everyone keeps going on and on about how Omegas are no good in battle- but look at you! You’re the strongest woman I know … with the strongest appetite to top it off!" He laughed, but you knew your comrade's words were earnest.

"Careful, or I won’t save your butt next time the Marines attack us in the middle of the night," you teased him back.

"The strongest woman, huh?" You repeated. The words left a bad taste on your tongue, a sincere compliment twisted into a lie, all by your own choices.

At least Theodor would never see what had become of the revolutionary commander of the western division.

A pair of heavy boots marched through the halls, strutting towards the bedroom door with no hesitation or patience in their step. The ominous sound of the doorknob turning and the door slowly opening with a creak alerted you to the presence of your Alpha before the monster had laid his unsettling eyes on you. Knowing that he was inside the room now, you pulled Shamrock closer to your chest and squeezed your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.

"Well, well, it seems that my Omega has no interest in welcoming her Alpha back from his hunt. You wound me, darling," Garling broke the silence with his arrogant tone, his voice laced thickly with venom.

You slowed your breathing and began to count from one to ten, hoping that it'd stop your heart rate from quickening once his scent wafted through the tiny opening between the curtains and invaded your nostrils. He stopped moving, you pressed your palm over your quivering lips — he was standing right behind you, just outside the bed.

"Now, what do we have here?" He said mockingly.

A single crimson eye peeked through the curtains into the darkness which could no longer protect you from your greatest fear. You stared back at him, feeling your pulse race when he pulled the curtains open and you were blinded by the afternoon sun shining through the windows.

Garling took a moment to take in the whole scene before him. The pillows, the stolen blankets from the guest rooms and most importantly, his young pup cradled in the arms of the new mother he had given him. He hummed in approval and took off his cloak, folding it neatly and placing it over the chair near his vanity. In that short moment of relief you forced all your senses to wake up, you couldn’t drop your guard around him.

"So you’ve finally settled in," he noted proudly, "I knew you’d feel comfortable enough to nest sooner or later, our instincts always get the better of us, don’t they?" He continued his attempts to pry an answer out of you, but your lips were tightly shut.

The knight wore his usual uniform, but thankfully he had switched the yellow and purple out for black with burgundy stripes. Not because he had suddenly developed a lick of taste when it came to fashion, he was merely dressing appropriately for a hunt that, for once, did not involve anyone on two legs. His curved hair still looked like it had been freshly combed and styled, not a single strand of hair out of place. If you hadn’t known any better, you'd have thought the whole hunt had been a lie.

Who else could keep his appearance so pristine and immaculate while shooting arrows from the back of his horse except your mate?

You bit your tongue when you caught yourself fawning over him, entertaining the idea that he was anything but a vile beast dressed in royal garments.

"Your silence bothers me more than your snarky remarks," Garling lamented, you rolled your eyes at him in reply, "Very well then, I will speak and you will listen, my feisty little Omega."

The knight sat down at the edge of the bed, his weight was enough to dip the mattress and stir Shamrock awake, who slowly blinked and drooled on his chew toy. No, no, no, you didn’t want him to start crying, not when your Alpha had just returned home and his mood was ever so unpredictable.

Your only option was the one you had sworn to never use front of your captor, but it was better than risking him losing his temper. So you did the unthinkable, you purred for your little one, right next to Garling. The purr of an Omega was an audible treasure for any Alpha, mated or not, a quiet little symphony meant to soothe those who heard it or to express complete and utter content.

Neither of which Garling deserved to hear. Nonetheless, the Alpha clearly enjoyed what he saw as another triumph, he grinned thinly as he took off his heavy leather boots.

"Now that you’re nesting and even purring in my presence, I believe it’s due time for me to fill up your womb with my pups," he growled.

You immediately shook your head in disbelief and disgust, how could this animal even entertain the thought of breeding you when you spent every waking moment of your life denying and insulting him? A stupid nest and a single purr hadn’t changed anything.

Garling put his knee on the bed and leaned over the wall of pillows to take a better look at you. Overtaken by irrational fear, you lifted your head and hissed at him, your own fangs had grown since you started looking after the pup so you could protect him better. Unfortunately nature had never intended for Omegas to have to fear and fight back against their bonded mates, so your teeth were laughable compared to the strength Garling wielded.

"Don’t you dare hiss at me," he commanded, grabbing you by the neck before you could bit his wrist. He choked you, the leather of his gloves feeling deceitfully warm around your throat.

"Stay away from me!" You finally snapped and loosened your tongue, regretting it soon after when the Alpha chuckled at you cruelly.

"You can kick, hiss and even bite me all you want, little one, none of those childish tantrums will ever cut our eternal bond. I'm yours now, and you, you are mine. Forever," Garling murmured, loosening the hold on your neck so he could caress it, "So move aside, a nest is not only for the lazy Omega and her pup to roll around in."

You kept your teeth bared. This damned curse of a bond stopped you from burying your teeth in his arm when he climbed inside and invaded the only safe space you had in this godforsaken house. Fortunately the bed was big enough for you to crawl away with the sleeping baby in your arms, putting as much distance between you and the Alpha.

" … so, how is our little one doing?" Garling asked once he had settled in next to you, at least he possessed the decency to close the curtains.

Although you were spared from seeing his disgustingly handsome visage, the darkness allowed him to move his hands towards you before you could dodge his advances. Naturally, it took him no longer than a few seconds before he was playing with your hair, braiding it loosely between his fingers as if you were a doll he could play out his fantasies with. In a way, that was true.

"Shamrock is fine," you croaked out, feeling the bile rise in your throat from every single one of his touches, but that short answer did not satisfy him, so you continued. "He's been eating well, more than usual, I think the nurses said he's in the middle of a growth spurt. And his teeth have sharpened, his canines turned into fangs."

Garling sighed happily and kissed your cheek, ignoring your distressed sob when his cold lips touched your skin. He briefly shifted his attention to the sleeping child who seemed perfectly content, his mouth was slightly open, just wide enough to catch a glimpse of his fangs.

"Good girl, isn’t it much nicer to answer and obey me than constantly fighting your own desires nail and tooth? Accept it, darling, you belong to me. You love my scent, you could get drunk on it and we both know how easily you fold when I sink my teeth into your neck," he teased you, allowing his lips to leave a trail of kisses from the side of your head down to your shoulder blades.

Garling licked over your bruised scent glands, right over the bite mark he had left when he marked you for the first time. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and right into your core, such a primal reaction, one you couldn’t stop.

"Please- Please don’t, not when Shamrock is here," you pleaded with him, shaking your head as tears swelled up in your eyes.

Garling let out a purr of his own, is was much darker and more threatening than yours. Not a gift or soothing symphony, but a warning that you were on the verge of overstepping his boundaries.

"Would you rather fight your mate in front of the pup then?" He questioned you sharply.

In your fear you squeezed Shamrock tight, a little too tight — the little boy woke up from his sleep and saw his father's face looming above him and his mother. Instead of squirming away or hiding in your chest, he stretched out his little arms towards Garling.

"Dada? Dada!" Shamrock babbled happily, blissfully unaware of your suffering.

As much as it pained you to see how alone you were in your misery, there was a part of you that understood that this was for the best. You didn’t want Shamrock to grow up fearing his father, if you could help it, you would leave this place with him before he was old enough to understand. You bit your lip until it bleed, telling yourself over and over again that your only reason to keep going was Shamrock.

Shamrock. Shamrock. Shamrock.

You couldn’t break, not now, not when the little one thought his father had joined them to play and cuddle.

So you submitted. You lowered your eyes, breaking your defiant stare, and purred for him quietly. All while Shamrock continued to try and get Garling's attention, unaware that this beast didn’t have the capacity to love his own child in his cold, dead heart.

"That's my girl," he praised you and brushed your hair behind your ear, ignoring the babbling child as if he wasn’t there at all.

You feared for the worst when Garling sat up and finally reached for the pup who was on the verge of crying out of pure frustration. You felt a deep ache in your chest as soon as the Alpha pulled Shamrock from your arms.

"Please, Garling," you whispered.

"Oh, you never stop finding ways to insult me, dearest. You really think I'd harm my own pup?" He scoffed and cuddled Shamrock on his chest, the little boy tugged on his uniform and kicked his little feet, visibly excited to finally be with his father.

A single, shuddering breath of relief left you as you watched Garling place a kiss atop Shamrock's head.

In the dark, the knight's eyes almost looked like they were glowing red. If Garling didn’t look like the devil before, he certainly did now.

"What do you take me for? Some kind of monster?"

"Yes." You snapped back at him and Garling's smirk vanished within an instant.

A beat of silence.

You held your breath.

Another beat of silence only broken up by the sound of Shamrock's babbles.

You felt as if the world was closing in on you, growing smaller and smaller until there was nothing left but the darkness surrounded by curtains, trapping you within the nest that had brought you such short-lived comfort.

This had never truly been a safe place for you or the boy you wished to save, you had crawled deep into the lion's den. Naked. Vulnerable. A defenseless prey animal waiting for the return of her hunter.

As soon as you could tear yourself out of your stupor, you jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door.

Garling threw the curtains open and stood up, still holding Shamrock as he approached you with slow, meticulous steps. He wasn’t chasing after you, he was prowling towards you. There was no rush. He knew he'd catch you — after all, you were trapped in his domain.

"Go on, run from me! Faster, darling, let your blood boil," he mocked you, "You know, I've been hunting deer all day, thinking you'd be grateful that your Alpha is keeping you fed … but I realize you’re just an ungrateful little brat."

You finally managed to pull the door open and bolted through the hallway.

"Maybe you’ll learn to thank me when I show you what it means to become my prey." Garling's voice followed you no matter how far you ran, his scent lingered on every surface of the house, making it impossible to tell where he was.

But you knew one thing for sure: Once he caught you, he'd make his threats of breeding you come true. Wether you liked it or not.

[ To be continued … ]

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When I saw how many likes people had left on the Omegaverse headcanons for Garling, I felt the urge to dig a little deeper and continue to explore how truly dark this storyline could turn out-

Any wishes for what our favorite, well-mannered devil should do to our poor Reader? Let me know in my ask box.

• Everyone thinks of Garling as a cruel and heartless Alpha who has all the strength it takes to lead a restless pack like the holy knights, but none of the empathy and sensibility it takes to please an Omega. He hardly courts, though many men and women do try to appease him, he turns them all down.

"I am mated to my life-long duty as a knight, that is all I need," he proclaims haughtily. "You'd all do well to remember that our oath comes first. Always."

Soon those words lose as their meaning as Sir Garling comes across the most stunning of all Omegas, all it takes is one moment where your eyes meet for the first time and from then on he knows he must claim you.

You have little choice, who would deny being chosen by one of the most powerful men in the world? You may struggle and kick, perhaps even a little harder, Garling enjoys watching you squirm in his hold. He likes a good fight, wether it's a hunt or wrangling his Omega.

• Only a few days pass between your first meeting and the moment Garling claims you with his teeth and cock, both sunken deep inside your flesh when he conquers his most precious possession yet. His first load dripping from your well-fucked cunt is both a proclamation of ownership and a promise that this is only the beginning.

• At his side you will be left wanting for nothing, Garling takes great pride in giving you everything before you have the chance to speak your wish. He will make you the most spoiled Omega in all of the holy land … all he asks for in return for his generosity is that you fulfill your part.

"I can’t wait to breed you," he whispers to you when you lie with him in the bed you share, "I can already see it, how you will spend every moment arranging the most perfect nest to give birth in - And I'll be right there to keep you safe."

• Whenever Garling notices himself falling deeper and deeper into a rut he tries his best to control it, but he can not deny his instincts for long, not when you’re around. Your intoxicating Omega scent lingers everywhere in the Figarland manor and Garling is left with no choice but to take a day off from his duty to seek relief.

Naturally you will bear the cross of enduring his seemingly endless stamina and brutal pace. Even after you two are done and Garling turns the lights off, he can not keep his hands to himself.

He must have you at all times, during the day when you can squirm and squeal for him when he's too rough and at night, when he uses you to warm his cock in your hole. You become so pliant and soft for him, as much as he's amused by your urge to defy him, having your relaxed body underneath him is a special kind of treat he won’t deprive himself of.

• Garling never leaves without ordering you to bare your neck to him so he can kiss, lick and rub his nose over your scent glands. His strong Alpha smell wards off any disrespectful Celestial men who think they have a chance to steal you from him while he's gone. He also likes to place his teeth into the bite mark he’s left there when he claimed you, reminding you of your eternal bond.

• Any Alpha who lies a hand on you will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly by your blond knight, he makes no difference between members of his pack and outsiders. They will all pay the highest price for disrespecting him and scaring you. After bathing in the blood of the Alpha who tried to mate with you, Garling takes you right then and there, for all to see, demonstrating that you are his' and his alone.

• Garling is very controlling over who you are allowed to socialize with when he's not there to keep you safe in his lap. You have servants who do your bidding, but they hardly speak with you beyond what is necessary. So to avoid your little heart from withering away when you’re alone, you may spend time with the other Omegas claimed by knights.

Some of them already have their second or third litter of pups, so you all nest together and help by looking after the young ones.

Garling hopes your enthusiasm to bear his children will only rise each time you have another Omega's pup crawling around on your chest.

"Next time you’re cradling a baby, it will be mine," he tells you proudly when he picks you up to take you home.

• When the holy knights sit together to eat, it's common courtesy for the Alpha to take the first bite. The second bite is reserved for his Omega, you always feel a bit embarrassed to be gawked at in silence while you swallow the treat Garling has fed you. Once the whole pack is allowed to feast, you relax in your Alpha's lap and enjoy your meal.

"Open up," he growls and shares his dinner with you. "I need you to be strong, your body won’t take my seed if there's a slither of weakness left in you."

The way he caresses your throat when you swallow, his hands rubbing over your belly when you’re full and his eyes raking over your body when he manhandles you and throws you on the table after dinner - it's his way of showing that he loves you.

"Time for your dessert," Garling growls and spreads your legs.

The other knights continue to eat without raising their voice, knowing that any interference would be deadly. If their Alpha wishes to claim his mate on the dinner table, they had no right to stop him.

• During the hunting festival which takes place every three years, Omegas either remain in the safety of their homes to look after their young pups or, in your case, they accompany their Alpha. Garling cherishes the hunts almost as much as he does you, they’re a way to express his dominance and remind everyone why he's the Supreme Commander.

Before the bloodshed, all Alphas assemble to listen to a speech Garling gives. You sit upon his steed, a large white unicorn who only tolerates you and your Alpha on his back, and listen to his words.

What Garling speaks of is cruel and downright sadistic, but you can’t help but grind your pussy against the hard leather of the saddle as your Alpha fires up his knights' spirit by reminding them that they have a god-given right to kill and conquer as they please. He's incredibly hot when he's oozing with confidence, sometimes he glances over to you just to make sure you are listening, clinging onto his lips as if you'd die if you did not.

After the speech, he helps you off his horse so he can give you one last kiss, one last embrace of his lips, leaving the taste of wine and blood in your mouth.

"Keep your distance and stay with the Betas, oh, and be sure to watch me win, dear," Garling purrs and strokes over the hilt of his blade. How many will he slay? It must be thousands if he wins.

And Garling always wins.

• It's not rare for him to fall into another rut when he's filled with bloodlust, chasing innocent men and women like prey until none of them are left alive leaves him yearning for you. He returns as soon as he can and wastes no time lifting you up against a tree and fucking you until you both see stars.

• Garling inspects your scent every morning, he buries his nose in your neck and then between your thighs, so he knows a day before that your heat will begin. He calls off all his duties for at least a day if he's able to, helping you through your heat with his cock takes priority.

You won’t be able to get enough of him. Garling takes turns pounding you hard into the mattress from behind like an animal and allowing you to ride him while he holds you by the waist. The curtains of the bedroom won’t be opened that day, neither will you leave the bed, it's important that he stuffs you with as much of his seed as possible.

All in the hopes that it will catch and reward his hard work with a couple of strong heirs.

Once his balls are empty he lies with you in bed, caressing your face and playing with your sweaty hair as you both catch your breath and let the cold night air dry off your bodies. His cum pools between your legs, he scoops it up with his fingers and pushes it deep inside your used up cunt.

"You know my dear, I’ve always dreamt of being a father, to continue my lineage and breed new flesh and blood of my own," Garling confesses, pressing his naked body against yours, seeing him without his uniform is so rare you consider it a treat. "Our pups will grow up to become the new rulers of the world, can you believe that?"

The blond knight chuckles and cups your face, everything about him is so much bigger than you, he squeezes your cheeks and gives you a kiss.

"You will be an excellent mother."

• After the birth of your first litter, all healthy pups with a strong appetite and insatiable curiosity, Garling falls for you even harder than he did before. What little reservation he had about you being a suitable mate are now all gone. He comes home every day to find you nursing your pups in the nest you’ve built from silk pillows and exotic pelts.

When Garling joins, the little ones crawl over to him and their father begins to scent them one by one, their scent glands are still small and easily lose his mark if he doesn’t renew it multiple times per day. It's a good way to bond, the pups giggle when he kisses their necks and gently bites them, afterwards they return to your chest to compete for your nipples.

"Tell me if they become too overbearing for you, I will have our wet nurse called," he assures you and rubs what's left of your pregnant belly, he's grown a lot more eager to fondle and grope you all the time since you’ve become softer. "My Omega should never suffer, you deserve only pleasure."

Together you hope to raise all your pups to become as strong as Garling wishes them to be, but you can not shake off the fear that not all of them will be ready to face the brutality that awaits all Celestial Dragons in their lives.

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You had sat up camp on a remote island to keep a watch on the marine vessels passing by to bring supplies and food to the Celestials, all stolen from the people who starved to provide for their selfish overlords. It was cruel and unfair, so naturally it was your task to either lure the ships to the island at night with light signals or to shoot at them from the coast.

All was going well, you celebrated with your comrades as you sunk another ship … but one night your streak of luck was brutally cut off.

The holy knights had been sent out to eliminate your squad. The men and women clad in dark uniforms, armed with devil fruits and swords, cut through your soldiers like grass, leaving none of them alive. Feeling overpowered, you ran away, shame twisting your gut as you heard the screams of your friends begging you to stay with them. You needed to escape, you had to live so you could keep on fighting for freedom-!

A dull pain hit your skull and you fell over into the grass, your vision turned blurry until you were swallowed by darkness.

🌙 - "Was that all of them?" A deep male voice was the first thing you heard when you woke up - kneeling on the floor with your hands and legs shackled.

"I think so, I made sure to shoot every corpse twice," another replied casually.

You groaned in pain and tried to move your legs, which immediately garnered the attention of the knights who were standing around the campfire.

"Ah, that one’s awake," the older man scoffed.

Suddenly someone else entered your vision. Someone much taller than you wearing a bright yellow uniform drenched in the blood of your comrades, you instantly recognized the monster by the curve of his crescent hair and the bored expression he wore on his face.

"Shall we finish her?" A knight asked Saint Figarland.

"Go on," he replied curtly and paid you no further mind as he let his sharp eyes wander over the camp.

The knight standing in front of you pulled out his sword and pressed the blade against your neck, basking in your last moments of fear.

"You will all pay," you hissed out, if you were going down, then the least you could do was to anger them.

"Hold on," Garling stopped them. "What's that smell?"

Oh, the heavens be damned and your entire lineage cursed - the scent blockers! You had run out of them a week ago and had hoped the effect would linger long enough for you to survive until the next supply drop arrived, but you had miscalculated terribly. As much as you hated yourself for it, you sniffed the air and immediately the heavy musk of an unmated Alpha invaded your nostrils and soon your mind.

No, no, no, not now! You couldn’t show a flicker of weakness in your last moments, you wouldn’t succumb to your instincts.

"You’re an Omega, aren’t you?" Saint Figarland questioned you with a small tilt of his head, almost like he was contemplating if he should serve you up for dinner or afternoon tea.

Garling knelt down before you, he sat close enough that every anxious breath you drew filled your lungs with more of the pheromones he was purposely sending out, poisoning the air around him. You saw his thin eyebrows twist into a frown, his features hardened as he looked over your tied up body. Luckily your uniform was hiding most of it, you didn’t wish to arouse a monster like him.

"Piss off," you snapped at him like a cornered dog and the blond knight had the audacity to grin at you.

"A filthy rat, but an Omega nonetheless," he repeated to himself and rose to his feet, addressing his fellow knights and ignoring you entirely. "Execute the rest, but this one is coming with me."

You couldn’t believe what you had heard - all your comrades were going to die while you would be spared? That was a fate worse than death. All because you were born an Omega among all these Betas?

"Watch, little one," Garling mocked you before he woke up all the other tied up rebels and began killing them one by one.

🌙 - Upon your arrival to the so-called holy land, a hell disguised as the heavens located on the Red Line, you were lying tied up on the back of Sir Figarland's horse like a freshly hunted deer. You were unsure what Garling had planned for you, but judging by how many poorly treated and chained Omegas you saw on your way to the Figarland mansion, you didn’t expect anything short of terrifying.

You were surprised when the ropes had been taken off by another slave and you were allowed to walk freely at Garling’s side. Keeping your head down, you reluctantly followed him, stealing glances at your surroundings to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

"Are you already trying to run from me? Oh, you poor thing. Don’t bother, there is no escape," the Celestial purred, grabbing your neck from behind, his finely manicured nails dug into your skin as your first warning.

"Why did your bring me here? Why am I alive?" You blurted out as you entered the large mansion, it looked even bigger and fancier than the outside facade. All the gold and shimmering gems blinded your curious eyes as you tried to scan your surroundings, always remaining vigilant had been burnt into your mind.

"It's quite simple, so simple in fact, that even a dirty revolutionary, who clearly doesn’t know what she’s doing, could tell," he chuckled sinisterly. "You’re an Omega, I'm an Alpha … that's all there is to it."

You froze. Garling bent down to let his cold lips ghost over your earlobe, his grip on your neck tightening until he stole your last breath away.

"You will be mine," he growled, the vibration of his voice made you shiver in his hold, "Or you will perish."

[ … ]

🌙 - The Figarland mansion was only inhabited by the arrogant Alpha, yourself and two dozen servants whom Garling had rounded up to greet you with a deep bow. It was then that you began to understand he hadn’t brought you here as a slave, no, he saw you as much more than that.

"This is your new mistress, you must treat her with the same respect you show me. If one of you dares to upset her or heavens forbid, to hurt her, you will punished by death," Garling explained to his terrified servants, pacing up and down like a restless lion in a cage. "You'll refer to her only as Lady Figarland."

No, he couldn’t be serious. You wanted to protest and fight, but before you could form a single clear thought, you felt Garling’s hand on your back, guiding you away from the slaves.

"Come, I have much to show you."

🌙 - Garling shepherded you around the many rooms of his spacious manor with its nearly endless amount of ball rooms, dining rooms and salons with enough sets of couches and seats to house multiple families as guests. Surely he was hoping to impress you with his wealth, but all it did was to anger you further - these murderers hid themselves behind satin robes and velvet dresses while their servants endured endless suffering.

"All of this will belong to you, once I've marked you, of course," he said.

"I don’t want your blood money," was all you told him, staring back at him defiantly.

"Why don’t we have an early dinner tonight, hm? You seem a little hysterical, you must be starving," Garling suggested with a slight irritation in his voice.

You counted any annoyance on his part as a triumph.

🌙 - During dinner Garling sat down first on a chair resembling a throne, you were about to pull out a chair for yourself when he stopped you by slowly patting his thigh. Your eyes narrowed.

"Sit with me," he demanded.

"I'm not a child, I can eat by myself," you snapped back, gripping the backrest of your chair tighter.

The holy knight rested his chin on his hand. "Instead of wasting my time arguing with you over dinner, I could return to my study and go through all the log books I found in your little rebel camp. It's your choice."

That threat was enough to make you reconsider your decision to fight him at every turn, if there was a sliver of hope that by playing along for a bit you could distract him from finding out where your comrades were hiding, then surrendering your pride for a moment was worth it. You wouldn’t make it easy for him, nor would you bend over willingly, but simply sitting in his lap didn’t mean you had given up completely. At least you told yourself that.

As soon as you stood before him, his large hands groped your waist and lifted you into his lap, your ass rubbed against the edge of the table before he turned you around so you could use his chest as a backrest. You sat rather stiffly, not eager for more physical contact than absolutely necessary.

"Now then, my little Omega, let us eat," Garling announced and clapped his hands right above your head, you flinched slightly before watching the servants walking in to fill the table with all sorts of delicacies, most of which you had only ever seen in books but never tasted.

A golden plate was placed before you with a large steak on it and various strangely shaped vegetables served with a sauce that suspiciously smelled like home to you.

As much as you hated to be near this monster, to accept any of his gifts, to breathe the same air as him- you were starving. You leaned forward to pick up a fork, but the knight placed a hand on your stomach and took your wrist with the other. Lips hovering over the nape of your neck, he spoke to you in such a mockingly sweet tone, that your entire body shivered.

"You poor girl, has your pack not taught you any manners? Your Alpha eats first … unless you happen to be pregnant, but that will take us a bit."

"Rules like that are stupid and archaic, Omegas deserve to have the same rights as-" Your protest was caught off by Garling's lips catching yours in a kiss that was not meant to seduce, but to conquer.

"Spare me your lectures, things may have changed for you in the underworld but up here we value traditions. Now sit still and wait, my dear."

Garling did not cut his steak himself, instead, he waited for a servant to place a neatly cut piece on a fork for him so she could bring it up to his mouth and feed him. Her eyes looked so glassy and dead, almost like she was no longer in control of her own body.

In his endless gratitude, your captor finally offered you a piece of meat, pushing it against your lips as he watched you closely and waited for you take a bite. Feeling that there was something terribly wrong here, you shook your head vehemently and denied the offer.

"Not hungry anymore?" Garling cupped your chin and moved the fork in a circle in front of your face.

"How do I know that’s not human meat?" You hissed before pressing your lips tightly shut.

"Oh, you silly little thing …," he chuckled, but there was an edge to his voice that allured to something more serious. When you continued to hold your mouth shut, he eventually gave up and placed the fork back on the plate. With another clap of his hands the maids began to empty the table.

"Throw it all to the pigs, your Lady wishes for something else," he commanded and the servants worked swiftly.

"Hey! That's not what I meant, I asked what meat you were serving me," you spoke up amongst the clattering of silver platters and the heels of the maids.

"And I've decided to honor your wishes, you should learn to be more grateful."

You felt terrible knowing that all the food the slaves had worked hard to prepare would be merely used as feed for the animals now while the cooks and maids had wrists so thin that you worried if they ate at all or if the monster controlling them, starved them to death and replaced them. His arrogant smile was maddening, you tried to leave him but his grip was iron-like. Forced to warm his lap, you watched in silence as a new buffet was arranged. For you. As if you were to blame for all this-!

"Lady Figarland," a servant said and bowed deeply, Garling waved her off.

"Is this more to your liking?" He asked, holding your throat so you couldn’t turn your head away.

Your eyes were greeted by the extravagant sight of red lobsters twice the size of a regular one presented between stuffed turkeys and oysters sprinkled with gold-leaf.

"Do you now believe me that I am not feeding you your own comrades?"

After Garling had taken the first bite of lobster and swallowed it, he snatched the fork from the servant's hand and offered to feed you once more. What was supposed to be a sign of affection and trust between mated pairs, felt like a humiliation ritual to you. You weren’t even bonded yet and Saint Figarland was already sure you’d bear his mark soon and depend on him entirely.

Where had your rebellious nature gone? Why did your teeth only lightly graze his fingers when offered the second bite directly from his bare hand? Your energy to fight dwindled with every sip of wine he poured down your throat, he wiped the excess from your lips and then kissed you again to have a taste for himself.

"Are you feeling sleepy, little one? Good," he whispered ominously.

Ah, fuck. You should have seen that coming.

🌙 - You woke up in complete darkness, at first you thought your eyes had been blindfolded but then you noticed you were lying under a thick blanket made from a fabric so soft, you barely felt it on your skin. On more pressing matters, your left wrist was tied to the bed post and even worse - you were drowning in the heavy scent of none other than Garling, who had placed your unconscious body here to get you forcefully accustomed to his smell.

Turning to your side did little to help, his pillows were drenched in the same intoxicating aroma and a hint of hair gel. Every fiber of your being wanted to jump out and run, it simply wasn’t natural to be claimed this way, you had always been insisted that you'd choose your own mate. No Alpha would ever force himself on you, the ones in the revolution all understood those boundaries. It seemed that the Celestials didn’t care for consent, which hardly surprised you.

With no escape from his scent, you laid still and tried not to breathe in too deeply.

The soft sound of footsteps entering through the door brought you both relief and added a new level of fear.

The blanket was pulled from you and you finally let go of your breath, only to be greeted by an even heavier stench - the unmistakable scent of an Alpha on the verge of breaking out into his rut.

"I hope you’re stronger than you look," Garling purred as he climbed on the bed. "I'd hate to see you break like the ones before you."

🌙 - Saint Figarland wasted no time with lavish foreplay or whispering sweet nothings into your ears to soothe you, he wasn’t bothered by your distress at all. What would have easily put off any other Alpha from approaching you, from spreading your legs and cupping your breasts, only enticed the holy knight more to claim you at the beginning of his rut so he could use for the rest of it.

"I hate you so much," you gasped as he flipped your body around like a doll, forcing your ass up and pushing your face into the pillow so you could either suffocate or let him invade your lungs and mind.

"You filthy rebels need a reminder where your place is," he groaned, bullying his cock into your unwilling cunt.

Your body could only resist so much before you grew wet and instinctively prepared yourself for him. Curses and hisses didn’t deter him from mounting you with his whole weight resting upon your back to show dominance. You thought of your dead comrades, all those men and women who had fought under your command, just to perish while you moaned the name of their murderer.

At your breaking point, Garling sunk his cock deep enough to spear his way into your womb, you gagged at the intrusion, but there was no where else for you to shift but backwards, impaling yourself further on his rod. He enjoyed every second of your suffering, in his eyes it was justice that rebel scum like you would be molested by the unchallenged Gods of the world.

"It's the natural order of things, you will learn to love it soon, my clever little Omega," he mocked you, a few strands of blond hair falling loosely over his face.

"I'll never be yours!" You cried out as he brutally thrusted inside you.

🌙 - You had heard stories about Celestial men having orgasms that lasted well up to an hour and left their women drained and nearly dead, but when you felt his cock twitch and the first load stuffed your womb until your whole stomach grew, you were shocked. Once his balls were empty, his knot swelled and kept you firmly plugged up.

Garling's hot breath drew closer, you already knew what cruelty he was about to enact upon you next.

"Time to finally make you mine. Don’t be afraid, it will only hurt a little," he lied to you bittersweetly.

You writhed underneath him, the metal of the cuff cut into your wrist as you fought bravely to keep your neck away from the sharpness of his teeth. Garling still had you knotted down and trapped, you would meet your fate wether you liked it or not.

Soft lips brushed across your shoulder, placing a kiss here and there to feel you flinch each time fearing it would be a bite. He kept you on edge for as long as he could hold back, but then his raw urges overcame the knight and he grew tired of his own games.

Garling's canines pierced your soft flesh, your scent glands bled for him and he swore he could have gotten drunk off your pheromones alone. You were the sweet, forbidden fruit he had chosen to pluck from the rotten tree of the world below. In his hands, under his careful watch and firm guidance, he would be the first to turn a revolutionary into the perfect celestial bride.

"How does it feel?" He asked, his voice more akin to a growl, his sharp tongue licking across the wound to clean up the blood pouring from the bite mark.

You denied him the pleasure of an answer, he could see how badly he had affected you, how you could no longer feel disgusted with his scent or body heat. Your body betrayed you, suddenly you wanted nothing more than to be loved and protected by him. It was crueler than any torture the Celestial could have enacted on you, to look up at your captor and the murderer of your friends and feeling nothing but adoration was sickening.

You became a prisoner of your own mind, a cage you couldn’t run from.

And the one locked up with you was the monster sliding his golden ring over your finger.

"When this world is destroyed you'll thank me for what I’ve done."

Bonus:

🌙 - It was a few weeks after you had been taken by the holy knight when he told you to wait for him while he'd fetch something special for you. You weren’t enthusiastic about receiving any more gifts, so you just sat on the couch with your knees pushed tight against your chest, eyes and thoughts drifting to nowhere.

When the knight returned, you were confused upon hearing not only his voice, but the sound of a child babbling happily.

"I apologize for keeping this a secret from you, but I needed to make sure you'd be a good mother for my son. Isn’t he precious?" Garling explained and presented the tiny bundle of chubby cheeks and red hair to you. He wore a light blue onesie with moons and suns on it, for a second you forgot that this cub would grow up to become a monster just like his father.

"What do you think of your new mother, Shamrock? Do you like her?" He cooed at his son with a sweetness you couldn’t believe to have come from his lips.

Garling's intentions however, were a lot less sweet. He placed the child in your lap and you had no choice but to hold him in your arms if you didn’t want him to fall down. You held him a bit awkwardly, lacking any experience with babies, then you noticed the sinister look in the knight’s eyes.

"You’re already a better mother than my last mate," he said and kissed your forehead. "Don’t worry, I will bless you with your own litter of pups soon, but for now, you will care for this one. And you will enjoy it."

As much as you hated Garling, Shamrock couldn’t be blamed for the sins of his father. So you cradled him gently and once the Alpha was gone, you even sang and played with the child, who quickly imprinted onto you like a duckling.

This had all been just another one of Garling’s foul tricks to keep you tied up in his web of lies and abuse. With the baby in your care, he knew you wouldn’t run from him … but what he hadn’t taken into account, was the fact you were planning to take him with you. To free him from this hell. There was still hope in Shamrock's little eyes, you had to stay strong, for him.

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