Nalia's POV
I was 21 years old, just a normal Omega guy named Nalia living in a tiny village far from the big city. The kingdom was huge, with tall castles and rich people, but my life was nothing like that. Every morning, I woke up before the sun came out. I put on my old clothes, the ones with holes from too much work, and went to the fields. The dirt was hard under my feet, and the tools felt heavy in my hands. I dug and planted all day, trying to grow enough food for me and the few people I lived with. It was tiring... sweat always ran down my back, making my shirt stick to my skin. But I was used to it. What else could an Omega like me do? We were at the bottom, always serving others, especially the strong Alphas who ruled everything.
Lately, though, things felt different. My body was changing. I noticed it in small ways... like how my skin felt warmer, or how I got these strange tingles when the wind blew a certain way. And the smells. Everything smelled stronger to me now. I heard from the old folks in the village that Omegas go through this when their heat starts coming closer. It's like our scents get more powerful, calling out to Alphas without us even trying. But I didn't think much of it. Who would care about a peasant like me? I had messy brown hair that I never bothered to cut short, and my eyes were just plain green. Nothing special. Or so I thought.
People started acting weird around me. Travelers on the road would stop their carts and look my way. They'd tilt their heads, sniffing the air like dogs hunting for food. One time, a merchant from the city came through. He was buying grains, but he kept staring at me. "Boy, you got a nice smell about you," he said with a grin that made me uncomfortable. I just nodded and walked away fast. What did he mean? I bathed in the river every day... I didn't think I smelled bad. But it kept happening. Even the village Alphas, the ones who usually ignored Omegas like me, started giving me long looks. It made my heart beat faster, but not in a good way. I felt like prey.
That day started like any other. The sun was high, burning my neck as I knelt in the field. I was pulling weeds, my fingers sore from the rough plants. Dirt covered my hands, and I wiped my face with my arm, leaving a streak of mud on my cheek. The air was still, not even a breeze to cool me down. Far off, I heard birds singing, but that was it. Peaceful... boring. Then, the ground shook a little. Hooves. Lots of them. I looked up, squinting against the light. A group of riders was coming down the path. They had fancy clothes, shining swords, and horses that looked like they cost more than my whole village. Hunters, maybe. Nobles from the palace. We got them sometimes, chasing deer or whatever through the woods nearby.
I kept my head down. Peasants like me knew better than to stare. If you caught their eye wrong, you could end up in trouble... whipped or worse. But as they got closer, something felt off. The lead horse slowed down. The others did too. Whispers passed between the riders. I risked a quick peek. The man in front was amazing. Tall, with broad shoulders that filled out his dark cloak. His hair was black, messy from the ride, and his face... sharp jaw, full lips, and eyes like deep blue water. I knew him from stories. Prince Aiden. The crown prince, the strongest Alpha in the kingdom. People said he could command armies with just a look. His scent hit me then... strong, like wood and spice, making my stomach flip.
He jumped off his horse, landing with a soft thud. His boots crunched the dry grass as he walked toward the field. Toward me. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break out of my chest. What did he want? Did I do something wrong? The other riders stayed back, looking confused. "Your Highness?" one called. But Aiden ignored him. He kept coming, his nose twitching like he was following a trail. Straight to me.
I stood up slowly, my legs shaky. Dirt fell from my pants. I was a mess compared to him... his clothes were clean, embroidered with gold threads that caught the sun. He stopped a few steps away, his eyes locking on mine. Those blue eyes... they burned into me, making me feel naked even though I was dressed. "You," he said, his voice low and rough, like thunder far away. "What's your name?"
"Nalia," I whispered. My throat was dry. I couldn't look away. It was like an invisible pull, something deep in my Omega blood responding to his Alpha power.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising. "Your scent... it's everywhere." He stepped closer. Too close. I could feel the heat from his body. My skin prickled. What was happening? I'd never felt like this. Warmth spread through me, pooling in my belly. His hand reached out, grabbing my arm gently but firm. His fingers were calloused from sword work, but warm. "It's driving me mad," he growled softly. His eyes darkened, pupils big.
I didn't pull away. I couldn't. "My lord... I don't understand." But part of me did. My pheromones... they must be stronger than I thought. Calling to him like a siren song. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. I shivered. His free hand came up, brushing my hair back. "So soft," he murmured. Then his lips touched my skin... just a light kiss at first. But it sent fire through me. I gasped, my hands grabbing his shirt without thinking.
"Aiden... Your Highness," one of his men called again, sounding worried. But Aiden didn't stop. He pulled me closer, his arm around my waist. I felt his hardness against me... proof of how much my scent affected him. "I followed it for miles," he whispered in my ear. "Couldn't ignore it." His mouth moved lower, nipping at my collarbone. I moaned quietly, my body betraying me. Heat built inside, making me wet between my legs... the start of my Omega slick.
We were in the open field, but it didn't matter. His hands explored, slipping under my shirt to touch bare skin. Rough palms on my back, pulling me tight. I arched into him, wanting more. "Please," I breathed, not even knowing what I asked for. He growled again, deeper this time. His lips found mine... the kiss was hungry, his tongue pushing in. I tasted him... salt and power. My head spun. His fingers dug into my hips, grinding us together. I felt every inch of him, hard and ready.
He broke the kiss, panting. "I need you... now." His eyes were wild. He pushed me down gently into the tall grass, away from prying eyes. The ground was soft under me. He hovered above, stripping off his cloak. His shirt came next, revealing a chest carved like stone... muscles from years of training. Scars here and there, badges of battles won. I reached up, touching him. Smooth skin over hard strength. He shuddered at my touch.
"Nalia," he said my name like a prayer. His hands worked on my clothes, pulling my tunic over my head. Cool air hit my skin, but his gaze warmed me. "Beautiful." He kissed down my chest, tongue flicking over a nipple. I cried out, back arching. Pleasure shot through me. Lower he went, hands tugging at my pants. Soon, I was bare before him... exposed in the daylight. He looked at me with hunger. "Mine," he whispered.
His fingers traced my thighs, moving up. I was slick, ready. He touched me there... gentle at first, circling. I moaned louder, hips bucking. "So wet for me," he said, voice husky. Then he slipped a finger inside. Tight... but good. He added another, stretching me. I gripped the grass, eyes closing. Waves of heat built. His mouth joined, tongue lapping at me. I gasped his name, fingers in his hair.
It was too much. Pressure grew... then exploded. I came hard, body shaking. He didn't stop, drawing it out. When I calmed, he rose up, undoing his own pants. He was big... intimidating. "Ready?" he asked, positioning himself.
I nodded, pulling him down. He entered slowly... inch by inch. Pain mixed with pleasure. Full... so full. He groaned, burying his face in my neck. "Perfect." Then he moved... slow thrusts at first. Building speed. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting each one. Sweat slicked our bodies. His scent surrounded me, mixing with mine. The field faded... just us, lost in rhythm.
Faster now. His hands pinned mine above my head. Dominant. Alpha. I submitted, loving it. Grunts and moans filled the air. He bit my shoulder... marking me? Pleasure spiked again. "Come with me," he commanded. And I did... clenching around him. He followed, spilling inside with a roar.
We lay there, breathing hard. Grass tickled my back. He held me close, kissing my forehead. "What are you?" he whispered. "How do you do this to me?"
I didn't know. But as we dressed, voices came from the road. His men, looking for him. He helped me up, eyes soft now. "I'll come back," he promised.
But as he rode away, I felt eyes on me from the woods...