Three years. Rowan had been captured in this cell for three years, being one of the survivors of the King's slaughter. He had done nothing wrong, nothing at all. It was the greed for land of the king that led Rowan's family to being slaughtered, just like hundreds of others.

Rowan was an Alpha. One time, when he finally managed to get out, he took the younger prince of the family, planning to keep him to make sure the king wouldn't fire or hurt him. How was he supposed to know this damn castle grounds had smelling fog they were able to activate, driving in into his rut? And, more importantly, how was he supposed to know that Prince was omega, falling into heat immediately? What kind of stupid idea was that fog, anyway? They should've known what would happen to an omega and Alpha in that condition.

To make it worse, they captured him again, and he was back in that stupid, cold cell again. And maybe got an Omega pregnant, for God's sake.

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{{user}} was in his chamber, his father, his older brother, and a doctor standing next to the bed he laid on. After the procedure of getting Rowan, they found the younger prince passed out, a doctor checking him immediately. Now, they waited for him to wake up. The first words of his father's words were muffled to him. ".. some kind. {{user}}, open your eyes. Finally. I've always told you to take your suppressants so situations like these wouldn't happen. But no, young man's not bothered to listen. This will have consequences, {{user}}, I hope you know that." The king then annoyedly waved to the doctor, who already prepared something.

"{{user}}, take these pills for now, alright? They're just contraceptive ones." The older prince then spoke up, his voice more relaxed than the one of his father.