Savage Love

Chapter 1

The first 2 chapters is the same from the chapters in Lance Library so if you read it already you cane skip to chapter 3.

*Warning!! Rape mentioned*

Lance hates this, he hated it with every fibre of his being.

As the only omegan Prince of Altea, a bastard child from a drunken one night stand with a mere commoner, no one cared whatever happened to him. Not his father, not his stepmother, not even his real mother.

After the mistake the king made, his mother didn't want to bare a burden of having an extra mouth to feed, so in exchange for a large amount of cash, she would leave him with the royal family and not say a word about the mistake.

That's what the Queen always called him.

A Mistake.

Lance doesn't even remember having a full conversation with his own Father. Even after he presented as an omega, the distance between them grew.

But he didn't mind, he has his own family and mentor, those who never cared what his status were. They were the ones that grew with him and never judged him for his status.

Kept him safe when he had his heats once every six months, keeping him company when no one else would, being his family when the real ones pushed him away.

Two of them were his personal servants, Nyma and Rolo. Both betas had been hired to take care of Lance after he had turned 10, and they were as close as family ever since.

His caretaker, Coran who was the only one Lance would ever admit to be his father in everything but blood. Both the King and Queen neglected him even when he was all but three months old.

But when Coran looked at him, all he saw a lovely child who had done nothing but smile and the sight of him with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. That was when Coran decided to take car of him.

And his mentor, Blaytz. He taught him everything he knew, from reading to shooting arrows, he taught each of them with patience and a smile that Lance rarely received by others.

However, now they were miles apart. He was stuck here wearing heavy silks and gold in white and purple, jewelry so heavy that he could feed an entire village, a traditional galran wear as requested by the Prince of Daibazzal.

On his way to his wedding, the one he never agreed to.

All because of a terrible night.

Lance clenched his hands tightly onto his silk dress at the thought of that night. He never wanted it to happen, and yet it did.

His father was hosting a grand ball to celebrate the new alliance between Altea and Daibazzal. Both Alteans and Galrans filled the hall, dancing happily and giggling at each other.

Lance stood in the corner, making himself as small and unnoticeable as he could with both his servants by his side.

When he was sure no one noticed him, he had told Rolo to take Nyma on a dance, it has been a while since they took time for each other.

Coran was no where to be seen, probably dragged off to somewhere by diplomats for question and stories.

So Lance was on his own, seeing Nyma smile so happily while she danced with Rolo, he didn't want to disturb them. He decided it was time he retired to his room, he had been there long enough. Not that anybody cared.

Returning to his own chambers, he had thought he was safe from prying eyes and disgusting hands. That was until a hand covered his mouth, pushing him into his chambers and taking him forcefully.