Page 19 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“That’s a grim fate. I’ll speak to the guards and ensure that doesn’t happen again. And get you some clean clothes, too. And a bath. They should be escorting you out every other day for some exercise and bathing.”
Askara shook his head. “A bath would be nice.”
“I’ll make note. And I’ll check and make sure they’re doing as I say. I may not run the place, but sleeping with the king has its perks.” Kershai offered a grin.
Askara had heard Lumic speak of his alpha father as if he were more of a courtesan than a king, and it didn’t register with him until seeing Kershai. Alpha and omega were inconsequential in Croatens. Blood was key. “You’re very caring and kind. Lumic spoke highly of you.”
“Lulu is my pride and joy. Stamel and Ingred are my sons through and through, and I love them and am proud of them, but Lumic has a spark in him and passion for things that I never could.” Kershai’s lips twisted into a precious little smile that Askara found himself giving back.
“He is an amazing male. He was very kind to me. He was raised well.” Askara pushed the smile away with a rub to his mouth and chin.
“Normally alphas and betas get ten minutes with him and are convinced he’s a menace or misgendered. Very stubborn.” Kershai laughed as if it were something to be proud of, and Askara couldn’t disagree.
“I’ve never met many omegas before. I like how certain he is. I often don’t know what to do or say. I take orders, but he’s—”
“You’re a good boy, Askara. Behave and I’ll see what we can do. We’ve discussions to have with Alluin. I have a feeling that he might cut us off from vitalis for this.” Kershai rolled his eyes dramatically.
As he weighed his words carefully, Askara leveled his gaze with Kershai. “I promise I’ll make sure you have vitalis.”
After all. The blood in his veins and every drop of himwasvitalis.
If he could see Lumic more often or even sleep one more night tucked into his body, it’d be all he needed. He’d beg the goddess to let him share himself with them.
Chapter Fourteen
Lumic
If he had to sit through one more meeting with potential spouses, he’d decided he was going to mount his horse and ride off into the sunset and go in search of Askara. At least the alpha was a decent lay and gave good conversation.
“You really should give Thallan a chance. He was a lovely match,” Lumic’s omega father said, shifting in his throne. At his side, Lumic slouched in his accompanying throne. It was a little big for him, as it was his father, Kershai’s ceremonial chair. The alpha was quite the sizeable male, giving Lumic much of his size for an omega. Stamel would fill the seat better.
A bitter part of him imagined Askara in that seat. The alpha would fit the seat worse than himself, but he’d look nice at Lumic’s side…if it were allowed. Pallosar would allow any alpha of means or good blood to join with him, but one that came with the goddesses…no. The goddesses hated Croatens.
Maybe they’d curse Croatens worse if Lumic took Askara for his own.
“Thallan thinks an orgasm is some rare species of bird. What good would he be to me, Father?” Lumic sighed raggedly and Pallosar gave him a withering look.
“Really. He was a good choice. He was twenty-seven thalms. You could do worse for grandchildren.” Pallosar shook a teaspoon at him and licked sugar off the rim of it before crossing his legs.
“Did you send soldiers to find him like I asked, Father?”
“I told you, Lumic. Everyone was dead. I’m sorry your friend got caught up in the mess, but we must move on. Oryn assured me there were no survivors, and he checked.” Pallosar rose from his seat and eyed Lumic. “You look tired.”
“I am tired.”
“Go take a nap, and see the healer, dear. You’ve not been right since you returned.” Pallosar patted Lumic’s head and wandered off. “We have a guest coming in the morning. Hopefully, this one will sway you.”
It certainly did sway him. It swayed him to avoid his bedchambers altogether. And it swayed him to forego his horse. He’d fly under the goddess herself and beg for wind to find Askara faster.
Determination burning within him, Lumic stood and charged forward, pushing past hallway doors and up stairs to his wing of the castle.
“Lulu?” The soft tones of Lumic’s alpha father interrupted his inner monologue.
“Dada?” Lumic turned and gave Kershai a sweet smile that earned him alook.
“Don’t Dada me, Lu.” His scowl, playful in nature, held none of the sting that his omega father’s would. “I can tell when you’re up to something.”
Upwas the key word. It was a several-hour flight to Alluin’s summer keep, several days by carriage. As exhausted as he was, he was still willing to go there, find Askara, and get a real night’s sleep. He was so tired. He wanted the alpha burrowed against his chest, curled into him to be held like a lifeline. An orgasm wouldn’t be amiss, but to stare into those silvery eyes that held the moon in them. A moon he hadn’t prayed to since his rescue.
