Page 8 of Ruined By His Alpha King
Seidrik cast his gaze down, away from the brightness as the rays warmed Stamel’s cheeks.
“Mother Goddess, he seeks his wish. But he owes you much.” Stamel gestured.
If you wish for a throne, ask for it, omega.
“I w-wish very much so for that.” Seidrik fell to his knees and tensed up, eyes dripping tears and nose watering.
Then you will do as I say. Liaberos will split. Vitalis will go to the line of Virion, who holds my blessings. And to the north, a new kingdom will rise from the ruins of the old. I have many wishes and futures to ensure. You must play your part, and throne you will have.
“I will. Mother Goddess.” Seidrik hunched over, tears spattering over the floor.
I will give you commands that I know you will fail. I know you will disobey. For every command I give you that you do not obey, I will strike against you, for what I say is for your own well-being. But failure is often part of my plan. Is it not the skin that burns for doing hard work in my purview?
“Y-yes, Mother Goddess.” Seidrik choked on a sob.
You will give my beloved son’s child a name you hold dearer than any other. When comes time, my order is for that name be given from your lips. This is my first command. And my second is a warning. Salusis will flow, and it will heal you. Do not try to consume it, for you have not earned it.
“Yes, Mother Goddess.” Seidrik’s wheedling tone bore all the shame to it.
And for you, Stamel? Is your wish still the same?
“I’ve lost my chance at becoming king.” Stamel snorted and crossed his arms.
You did as I asked. Perhaps you did not do things that I would have approved of, but the end result was the same. Patience.
Stamel took a deep breath. He’d be in Liaberos in time, and things would go in the right direction. He only had to wait and be patient. After all, if he wanted a crown that badly, there was an omega right in front of him with a kingdom to inherit.
I hear your wicked thoughts. They amuse me, but they are not untrue.
Whether that last thought was for Stamel or Seidrik, he didn’t know, but either way, there were things he wanted, and one of those things was Seidrik.
And for your first punishment, omega child. I will be lenient due to Alluin’s…what does Lumic call it… Twattery? Yes. I shall let Stamel handle that. He is creative. Goodnight, my children. May you both have your wishes.
A knock on the door broke the eerie silence. “Sirs, your tea is ready.”
Seidrik stiffened at the window as Stamel met the attendant at the door with a gracious smile. If she noticed Seidrik’s posture or the wetness, she said nothing. But good help had tight lips.
They walked to the other room, his trunks laying out as Seidrik scampered off in panic, searching through his things for fresh clothes.
“Wear something nice for dinner,” Stamel said as he perused the odds and ends that Seidrik tossed about. Amid them all, stuffed inside of a pair of rolled-up socks—where everyone knows the good stuff was hidden, were two vials. Thinking it sunderleaf, Stamel unraveled it to find two tinctures. One a light yellow and the other a dark black, both were disappointingly low. “What are these?”
Seidrik swiveled his head so fast, it should have given him whiplash, eyes wide. “Put them back! It’s my—my preventatives.”
“What would you need those for if you’re not fucking?” Stamel handed the vials back.
“If I have a full begging night in the wrong place—it may not be my choice.” Seidrik sighed heavily as he stared at the vials. “I take as little as possible to stretch it out.”
“That’s all you have?” Stamel frowned.
“Yes. It’s exceedingly hard to obtain for a beta. I used to steal from Virion’s.” He cradled the vials like a lifeline. “If I go about asking for honeythistle water and nightflower tincture, people would ask questions, the least of which would be my father. Though, hewouldfind out.”
“Then how did you get that?” Asking questions and talking about it seemed to bring relief to Seidrik. He relaxed a little and when he did so, he was pretty.
“I frequent a house of leisure and often times, they leave a vial or two in the rooms for omegas who service clientele.” Seidrik cleared his throat. “Nobody says a word if they go missing.”
Stamel bit his tongue to keep from saying more, merely nodded and left. “I’ll go get dressed.”
Chapter Five
