REWRITTEN! (I advised rereading this from scratch to my previous readers. The story had been tweaked. Te-hee)

Title: Of Devious Omega Days

Pairing: Eventual USUK, PruCan, Slight femUsUk, past Franada, and more

Warning: First M-rated fic, future mpreg, future yaoi.

Note: This fic is in the process of being rewritten because I think the previous one sucks to hell. So, if you had read this before, I suggest re-reading it again. Te-hee. Yes, double advice.

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Arthur Kirkland lived an odd life so to speak.

He knew he was strange—a freak really, if he's feeling self-demeaning. Nobody really tells him that he was abnormal. He kind of just assumed. He's a devil Omega, after all.

And Omega like him wasn't supposed to be dominant in every way.

He read his type from books that littered his spacious home. Those books provided information that others refused to give him. What tip him off to think this way was not because of his dominant attitude.

He thought it was normal—his mother never said anything about it really. And she's an Alpha.

It's not the way everyone bowed to him, trying to please him in any possible way. It's not even how he got his way whenever he wanted to get his way.

What had tipped him off was his intelligence—the abundance of it was frightening him.

When he was not older than twenty-four, he figured out he was strange. People called him Omega but it seems he doesn't act that way. So he read what actual behavior his type exhibits.

Omegas like him have quite the average IQ. Or so the books say. And from then he learnt the ways of his kind—his submissive idiotic good-for-only-fucking kind.

It disgusted him to no ends. His deviant attitude from the norm was something he believed that his fellow Omegas should have. It was better than just being good for mating.

That fact actually made him threw the book from his room and watch it burn as he cast a spell on it. The ashes rained down on those below but he doesn't give a shit to any of them.

Omegas only ever desire to settle down and mate and have children.

He doesn't have desires like those.

He grew up in a house that made him think he owns the world. They pampered him rotten until he was no longer acting like his nature. They give him the prettiest of things at a drop of a hat. His words in the manor were law.

His desires are different—more of what an Alpha desires. Power. Prestige. Wealth. The taste was addicting and his house offers it to him for free.

The House of Kirkland, being one of the few oldest and most powerful families in the world, was big—reaching far to the horizon where the eyes cannot see anymore. It was his own little haven, the world his mother offered him, locking him from what is beyond the high walls of their abode.

He never had walked out his home, not even once. And he was contented inside. Not that he have a choice really. His mother never lets him out of her sight.

He once thought it was because he was a freak that his mother doesn't want the world to know the existence of. But he is a very smart omega—too smart for his own good.

So by the time he was thirty-six, his curiosity grew regarding his confinement. He figured out it wasn't because he was a freak of nature because people never once called him that. He just kind of assumed.

He just never thought it was because he was the wife of the next Demon King.

His mother doesn't want him to know about it—not at such an early age. But he did anyway.

The marquis sighed to her son, rubbing the back of her hand to her green eyes, "You were merely a babe in my womb, love, not even older than three months. But the King has asked for your hand in marriage in behalf of his newborn son, Prince Alfred."

"Is that why you wouldn't let me out? Because I might run away?" He questioned, looking at his mother with genuine inquisitiveness.

"Oh Spades no!" Victoria exclaimed, letting a quiet chuckle, "I trust you not to run away, dear. After hearing you are a wife of the prince, I don't think you want to run away."

Arthur blinked in the innocent way people fall for, "What if I did?"

His mother smiled, "Of course, you won't."

It was implied between them. His mother knows his deepest desires. Every day he would tell her about his yearnings. The manor is not enough anymore to quell those needs of his.

He needed the world in his palm.

"Why then?" He retraced his earlier question. His mother shrugged, "Because you're too precious to me. I don't want you to leave me for the prince. It will break my heart."

"Mother!" He scolded, "You speak as if I love you less! There's no such thing as a love greater than the love of a child to his mother."

"Of course there is." Victoria disagreed, "I left my parents for your Omega father."

"But you patched things up in the end." He said, smilingly, "I love you first, mother."

"I reckon, love, I reckon," Victoria gave another silent knowing laugh, "You haven't seen Prince Alfred yet. Before you know it, you would love your mother last."

It was an echoing conversation that he always relived. His mother had that knowing smile on her lips, the one he wanted to rip off her face from the first day she directed it to him.

It only piques his curiosity day by day. And it slowly is killing him inside. It made him a little bit crazier than he was before he knew the existence of his supposed spouse.

When he was a little bit over eighty-five, he discovered quite a bit of himself more. He was an Omega. He was a freak. He likes power and prestige. He's also married to the Prince of Suit.

And he likes the smell of blood.

Honestly, it started out as an incident. He only killed the Alpha for his protection. It was the first time he made contact with violence and rough treatment. He was on the verge of getting rape.

So he pushed him out the balcony with all his might and splat he goes!

His mother assured him it was fine—that he only did it for his sake. But through his shaking and breathless state, the cracking of the bones of the Alpha remained in his mind along with the scent of blood.

He felt strong; stronger than any Alpha in the world. The feeling was suffocating him, keeping him awake at night until he couldn't get the image off his head so he did it again.

Now, the second time he did it was a little bit dirty, verging on the loss of his virginity. He seduced the man into his bed and he promised him sweet nothings.

He led him to his room, kissing his neck and tracing down his hands southwards until the Alpha moaned. The raven was so lost in pleasure that he doesn't notice the knife he was holding.

He carved out his heart from him. And he was so honestly proud of himself to say that he crushed a heart to pieces.

The image quelled and coated in blood, he had slept peacefully then.

Now, the third must have been his favorite because the man was rougher and cockier than most. He was a tall redhead with a penchant for green eyes.

He wanted Arthur to bend over a table so he could fuck him raw.

Arthur still laughs at the brown eyes of the man growing wide in fear as he opens him up for the world to see his insides and skins him out until he was all muscles and bones.

He had liked the blood so much that he even experimented on Betas. He had been frightened at his lust for death but his mother told him it was alright—that it was his way to let his frustrations out.

He was getting closer to a hundred after all. His body is just restless because he was going to finally meet his husband.

He believes his mother because the other reasons—the more logical ones—soil his soul even more and he felt unclean.

Unclean little Omegas don't deserve a prince.

He was not unclean, per see—just mess up in the head.

Yes, he's a little bit mess up, Arthur thought amusedly, and so much more.

Finally, the day came when the royal family visited his humble dwelling; storming up in their manor the way only people who hold the world in the palm of their hands would do so.

"Mistress, the Jones family is here." A servant informed but even before the royal family arrived, they already knew. They felt it in the disturbance of the barrier that his mother set up around their property.

The clicking of boots and heels invaded the silence and when Arthur looked up from his tea, the famous royals are standing in front of them.

He noticed they all glowed golden—as if they are made of gold themselves. And he noticed the blue of the queen's eyes, a dark shade of blue, almost like the sky but melting into the bottom of the ocean. Her long blond hair trickles down her back, free from any constraint sans her crown.

She was the only one with blue eyes amongst the three. And he likes the color blue very much. It reminds him of Spade, the whole kingdom wrapped up in such a hue—and her eyes look like they were the one to paint the kingdom in it.

He wants to take those eyes with his hands.

"Victoria, dear, how are you doing?" The queen cooed making his mother twitched in annoyance. His mother once mentioned that Queen Emily Williams had an unusual fascination over her since they were kids.

She never fully delves into much detail about her past with the Omega queen. She would sport a lost expression, detached from the entirety of the world, green eyes darkening and saddening at the same time.

He doesn't pry more when she said she doesn't remember them anymore.

Queen Emily fusses over his mother as though she was her mate, cupping her cheeks in her hands and pecking her on the lips.

Arthur threw a quick glance to the king and sees him sipping a cup of tea as if he doesn't perceive what his mate just did.

He reckons the queen has bigger fascination that the king can't kill.

Arthur mockingly factored the queen's interest over his mother as to why he was chosen; maybe she prayed so hard that the Spade's mark appeared on him. It would be a feat if the queen made it come true, he thought to himself.

It was really a coincidence that the king chose him to be his son's mate—the mark on him is a miracle on its own. Or maybe, it wasn't much of a coincidence, more on ordered to be chosen by the blond little queen.

"Good. So where is Alfred? I don't see him with you." Victoria turns her head away from the queen and gesture for them to sit. Now that she had mentioned his husband, he looked around and only saw the king, the queen and their youngest son, Prince Matthew Williams, and no Prince Alfred.

An omega cannot be another omega's mate, after all.

"Alfred is still in school. He refused to pay an unnecessary visit to his 'supposed mate' as he said." King Thomas said, Queen Emily then noticed his presence and smiled brightly. She reminds him of his dear Alpha sweetheart greatly.

"Arthur!" She squealed, she bloody squealed in an unlady-like manner that leaves him baffled. Arthur braced himself when he noticed that she was going to hug him. He was almost suffocated from the sheer strength she possessed.

"Ah... Queen Emily, how nice to finally meet you." He said as he forced a smile. His blond hair going red at his mixed emotions. The queen took note of it.

"Call me mother too, Arthur dearie. I mean we have been technically family for years by law."

"I'll consider it..." He offered to the hopeful woman.

He then crinkled his nose at the sudden smell of danger. He stiffened at it, senses alert. His mother, sensing his uneasiness, stomps on the queen's foot with her heel, throwing her a sharp smile as she did so.

"Stop making my son uncomfortable. And why can't Alfred visit my dear Arthur? Doesn't he know how much he's missing out? Does he even know that his mate is very beautiful?" His mother's eyes flashes perilously when her mind thought that her son's enchanting beauty was being taken lightly.

Arthur knew of his beauty. He knows the whispers of the land, he knows the way they craved to see him behind the wretched walls of the Kirkland manor, and he knows how much people sees him as the most beautiful Omega of their world.

It was a knowledge embedded to him by everyone around him, especially his mother. But the most important knowledge he has is how he knows how to make use of such beauty.

That's how he had enchanted those Alphas and Betas to his bed and gotten away from punishment in killing them. He knew there's hardly a punishment created for him with his beauty.

"It's not that. Alfred just said that because he was busy with school work." The king appeased but his mother, ever the stubborn Alpha, cocked an eyebrow.

"Really? And that is more important than his mate. Listen here and tell him this, Arthur is too good for him so he could either belt up already and deem him as his first priority or prepare his will now to avoid chaos when he suddenly dies." Her voice echoed in the garden and the young prince besides the queen let out an uneasy yelp and shivered in fear in his seat.

"Now, now, Ria dear, I am sorry that my son is an imbecile but don't go threatening us. Remember, we're still the royal family even if you're my dearest best friend." The queen smiled though this time it held a certain amount of intimidation.

Arthur wondered if little Queen Emily is a Dominant Omega like him.

Dominant Omega they called the freaks of nature. The type of which he had read in a book that is inherently Alpha in nature but built like an Omega. It was a nice thought that he wasn't the only one.

Victoria rubbed her temple before sighing.

"Yes, you are right, Queen Emily." She emphasized, spatting the title with such malice it burns. "But, let's get to the point here. Why are you here? It's two days early for Arthur to depart."

"That's right but it is needed. And we leave when the servant arrived here with Arthur's things."

"What? Why? It's not what we had discussed about!" His mother shouted in alarm when said servant came bounding towards them with many heavy luggage floating behind her.

"There are things that changes, Ria. Like my capricious mind!" Queen Emily turns to her omega son, "And Matthew."

"Yes, mom?" His voice is so quiet that Arthur wondered if he even replied.

"Could you head to the car first?"

Matthew nodded and gracefully left. Arthur envied him for a moment for his perfect manners as an omega.

"You should too, Arthur." Arthur looked at his mother who looked like she would slaughter any minute now before shaking her head and sighing and nodding her consent towards him.

He then left. His mother's angry voice following his steps.

Matthew looked up from his book and smiled gently.

"You've got a nice hair, Arthur." He says as he sat down next to him.

"What's so nice about my hair?" Arthur raised his brow, a habit of his that he inherited from his mother when he was inquiring for more or just plainly showing how superior he is from everyone else.

"Your hair changes into vibrant red, a very beautiful color if I must say. Mine would just turn into a much darker blond color whenever I'm angry."

"Really? It's not really a blessing for me. It easily shows when I lost control of my anger. Showing anger makes you vulnerable to attacks, you know." He continues the petty conversation and eventually, they got tired of talking idly and let the silence took over.

It was a minute or two after they stopped conversing when the queen and the king joined them. The queen wasted no time in leading him to the spotlight, asking and prodding the life of one Arthur Kirkland, mate and future Demon Queen of Alfred's.

The journey was not more than two days long. Just perfectly in time for his birthday. And in such a new castle without his family, he pretended to be unhappy while surrounded by the power he so desired.

His party was private, consisting only of him and the rest of the present family and the longest Jack to ever have served, Wang Yao. He sees no hide or hair of his mate.

Arthur doesn't like the suspense. Not at all. But he was soon rewarded with the information that he will meet his elusive Alpha soon enough.

Next week, the queen promised him, next week he's going to study at Alfred's school. And he can't wait to finally do so. But for now he's going to spend his time with little polite Matthew and learn as much about his husband in the week he would spend waiting.

Matthew was surprised that he hadn't seen his brother even once. He explained that his mother forbid him to. The Omega prince found it odd but he doesn't comment further.

He told Arthur about tales of Alfred that leave the omega wanting for more. The stories enthralled him. The Alfred of Matthew's tales seems so strong and powerful and everything he wanted to have.

The tales sated his curiosity for the period he spent waiting until the time of his schooling.

And now, here he is in front of the large boarding academy for the elites and royals with Matthew besides him and a set of guards in tow.

"I would advise you to follow me, Arthur, or you'll immediately get lost here at the size of this school." Matthew, sweet and gentle Matthew, said as he entered the school like it was his second home.

"I've never been to any school before. Mother said it was too dangerous for someone as precious as me. I wonder what it feels like going here." Pretty peridot eyes looked around his new environment and shivers when he felt he was being watched.

He felt the gazes multiply by the second. He turns his head slightly to the side and saw the amount of students staring at him. His eyes gauged their expressions, finding no malice with their eyes.

He turns his attention once more to Matthew.

"Your things have been brought to your room here. Mom thinks it is best if you share the same house with Alfred though he insisted that he would not share the same room as you."

"He'll be regretting that soon." He vowed.

It took a while for them to cover a quarter of the school for Arthur's mini tour and it was almost time for classes to start when Matthew called it a day. Thank goodness that they arrived three hours early to introduced him to his new school.

They then hurried to their class which, to Arthur's dismay, was different from the younger omega.

"I'll see you later then." Matthew gave a final sweet goodbye before going to his own class, leaving Arthur standing in front of the door of his own; guards still in tow.

He knocked twice before the door was opened for him by the servant assigned to him by the king. Sakura Yukino is her name, he remembered.

The loud commotion going in there ceased the moment he walked in. All eyes suddenly trained on him.

"Ah. So the future Demon Queen had finally shown his face." A strong voice said, smooth and overly dominant and smells like an Alpha.

He looked at the direction of the voice and saw the owner sitting in the back. He has the same blue eyes of the queen—fastidiously colored to perfection but more stunning. His wheat colored hair the same as his mother. Everything about him is like the carbon copy of the queen—only more sensually handsome.

He must be Alfred.

He felt his heart flutter.

Remembering his mother's words, he twitched in irritation. He cursed her when he realized that she didn't tell him the reason for her warning was because his husband was a fucking Adonis.

His mother always has the look of a woman who knows when the world would end, often wearing it when she's right.

You haven't seen Prince Alfred yet. Before you know it, you would love your mother last.

And she's always right.

"Well?" Alfred cocked an eyebrow. Arthur felt himself unwillingly redden, the hue only making everybody take note of how prettily pale he really is.

Arthur knew he was strange—a freak really, if he's feeling self-demeaning. Nobody really tells him that he was abnormal. He kind of just assumed. He's a devil Omega, after all.

And Omega like him wasn't supposed to be dominant in every way. But right this instant, he just wants to dominate this Alpha with the cold blue eyes.

Arthur smiled up his lovely husband.

"I think I love you." He bluntly said and if he hadn't gained the attention of everyone before, he sure did now.

Tbc...

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