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Miage.

Tom was so close to him that Harry could feel his breath brushing his cheek. Harry swallowed hard, and looked up, gazing into the hazel eyes strewn with red flashes of his Alpha. Harry was captivated by the intensity he saw in his interlocutor's eyes and a shudder ran through his body when he thought about Tom kissing him. The way Tom's eyes were flicking toward his lips made him feel… eager.

There was a fire in Tom's eyes, and the Omega was surprised that he hadn't been consumed yet as the intensity was palpable.

Harry tried to move back to put some space between them, but he could only do a couple of steps before his back hit the wall. Tom smirked before leaning toward the Omega, resting both hands on the wall, blocking any way of escape. Harry was stuck, and the Alpha knew it well, considering the smile he gave him.

"The request you made to me is so appealing," murmured the Alpha.

Harry could feel butterflies moving in his pelvis, a sign of his nervousness, with his hands getting sweaty.

He was uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable by the attitude of the Alpha, who looked at him as if it was such a succulent dish that Tom was preparing to slowly savor and appreciate all it flavors.

Uncomfortable because Harry was alone in this mess. This situation made him anxious because, by the Moon, he liked to be looked at like that, like he was desired, like he was wanted. It awakened in him strange sensations that warmed his heart.

Tom slowly put his hand on the cheek of the young Homoïy and caressed it slowly. With his thumb, he touched Harry's lower lip and then nudged his nose in the Omega's neck, on his scent gland, inhaling a great blow.

"You smell so good," Tom murmured.

The Alpha's breath, caressing Harry's skin with each exhalation, sent the Omega's nervousness up a notch, and the Omega felt his face grow hot: Harry was blushing so hard.

Shit.

His biology made resistance impossible and the Alpha knew it. Harry was attracted to Tom Riddle, and if the latter decided to bite him, right now, there would be no doubt: the mating bite would take.

The Alpha raised his head, and dangerously approached it towards Harry's mouth. Slowly, Tom turned his head slightly to be in a good angle, then kissed the corners of the omega's mouth. It was so brief that Harry barely felt it. Then Tom pulled back unhurriedly and gave him a carnivorous smile.

"You are mine now, you belong to me." Tom said in a hoarse voice.

This sentence, although of a very possessive connotation, gave a brief flashback to the young Homoïy. Indeed, it wasn't the first time that Tom had spoken these words to him. In effect, Tom had told him the same thing in the car that led to Riddle Manor, when they first met. If the first time Harry had heard them, these sentences had seemed to him pejorative, as if marking him as inferior because of his condition, making him believe that Harry will have no choice regarding his future and his life, today these words seemed to him like a promise, the promise of a near future sweet and pleasant.

A shiver ran through Harry's body and he cursed his condition, his biology that made him so sensitive to the attentions of his Alpha. A bit of panic enveloped him, changing his scent, despite the Sakura flower oil. Harry's smell took on a biting tinge, signaling than he was starting to be frightened.

Admittedly, his body was ready for the mating bite, but he was not! Harry hadn't gotten used to his new life yet! He hardly knew his Alpha and especially, he didn't want to have his heat now! Because the bite triggered the process of heat. And heats were the synonym to possible pregnancy.

'Shit!' Harry thought.

Why did he listen to Mark's advice? He knew that there was something fishy in the kralj's posture when Harry spoke to him. Harry should have been more suspicious!

'I told you so,' whispered his mocking conscience.

'Shut up!' he thought.

Harry turned his full attention to Tom as the regent chief walked two steps away without stopping to look at his omega. Harry bit his lip as the Alpha took his omega's hand, and licked slowly the inside Harry's wrist, there, where Harry's veins were the most visible: Tom was impregnating him with his scent.

"But I prefer that you come to me from yourself, without being forced to do so." Said Tom.

Saying this, the Alpha let go of Harry's hand and stepped back further to put more space between them. The regent chief pretended to remove a crease from his jacket and then giving Harry a last enigmatic look, he left the room.

Harry sighed slightly and wondered briefly what he'd done to put himself in such a situation.

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Ten hours ago.

Lost, confused, puzzled, so many emotions, but not pertinent enough to sharply describe the state Harry was in. Lying on his bed, Harry thought back to all the events that had been going on in the mansion these past few days, and let's just say that all that left him ... Perplexed.

It had been four weeks since he entered in this house, truthfully, the family nest of the Riddle was very heterogeneous.

Mark was dominating and loved controlling others, while Draco was cold, distant, and constantly with his son. And of course, the two Omegas did not 'appreciate' Harry.

Harry sighed and ran his hand over his forehead. He didn't know how to act. He was surprised that the mating bite still did not happen. He thought that the chief regent would have liked to do it immediately, but of course Harry didn't want to complain. Between the super-strange behavior of Mark, who tried every day to become Harry's best friend, and the behavior of Draco who, since he noticed the new relationship between Harry and Mark, had become super phlegmatic and was doing everything possible to ignore Harry if he was in the room: so yes, Harry had a lot on his plate.

To be honest, Harry was not ready for the mating bite. His inner consciousness of Omega was. And it was doing everything to let him know. Indeed, his body produced pheromones in large quantities to attract his Alpha, and he had constant hot sparkles, a sign that his body was impatient.

But not him. And to tell the truth, he was very grateful that this moment was delayed, for whatever reason.

"Hello Mr. Harry, I'm surprised you're already up, I usually have trouble waking you up." Clarisse joked as she entered the room.

Harry sat up on his bed and smiled at her. His relationship with the maid had improved over the days. He had not been there for a very long time, but the refreshing and pleasant personality of Clarisse never failed to relax him after some gloomy days.

"As you see, I'm not always a lazy bum," he said laughingly. "How are you Clarisse?

"I'm fine, Mr Harry."

"Clarisse call me Harry, you know that. "

The latter sent him an amused smile and then pointed the bathroom with a slight notion of her head. Harry sighed and stood up. He knew how to recognize when a fight was lost. He kept telling her to call him by his name, without honorific or anything, but the maid didn't want to hear anything, saying that she didn't want to be busted by Nathan, the head of the domestics.

Harry had dragged himself into the bathroom, not wishing to lose the lead he had had by getting up earlier. Because if there was one thing that his Alpha sported, it was the delay. He dressed quickly and joined Clarisse in the reception room.

" What's the matter ?" He asked, noticing the expression on Clarisse's face.

" What is this ?" She asked, pointing at the cup of tea on the coffee table.

"Oh, that tea is imported from Russia, it's a welcome gift from Mark. He sends a servant every night to bring me a cup. "

At first, Harry didn't appreciate the taste of this tea, whose name he couldn't remember. But after taking a second cup and a third, he began to like the taste of it, it was like being an addicted. Now he could not spend a single night without drinking it.

Clarisse frowned and, taking the cup with her hand, she brought it to her nose, sniffing it softly. She sniffed again more longer and then put the cup down and looked at Harry strangely.

"I hope you know what you're doing." She said a minute later.

" What do you mean ? "

She didn't bother to answer him, shaking her head softly in a negative way.

Harry gave her a confused look and followed her as she walked down the halls. Thoughtfully, Harry was staring at her back, trying to figure out her last enigmatic sentence.

"Since the weather is good enough today, master Riddle insisted that breakfast be served on the terrace this morning." Clarisse said when she walked down a corridor opposite to the usual one.

"Mmh," Harry replied, shaking his head, knowing full well that Clarisse wouldn't see his gestures.

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"What's going on my little Harry? "

" I don't know," replied the Omega with a look of dejection.

After the breakfast on the terrace, Harry had joined the kitchens, one of his favorite places in the manor, in order to visit his only two friends after Clarisse, if he could consider them as such. But despite being in their presence, he couldn't take his head off his Alpha and his behavior vis-à-vis towards him.

Harry sighed again and put his head on the counter.

Tom was literally acting as if Harry didn't exist. He didn't look at him, didn't speak to him, content to ignore him royally. And that didn't put Harry at ease at all. His consciousness of Omega wanted at all costs to re-enter in Tom's good graces because Harry's body felt ready to be bitten by the regent chief.

But despite all the looks, the acts Harry was doing to get Tom attention, nothing worked. In addition, Harry had tried to speak to Draco during the meal, and he had not even bothered to answer him.

So if at first it was Mark who had despised him, Harry had the impression that the roles had been reversed. Draco didn't despise him strictly speaking, but his actions annoyed Harry to no end.

Breakfast was tense on Harry's side because his consciousness of Omega didn't support the behavior of his Alpha.

Harry didn't understand why Tom behaved like that. Normally, the chief leader should jump at the chance to bite the Omega and seal their mating. But it was as if Tom didn't want him anymore. And sometimes, Harry wondered if Tom wasn't planning to send him back to the Malfoys or even worse to the ODO.

The last suggestion would be a catastrophe for Harry, because an Omega who was being turned over to the ODO, it was like an item that is returned to the store when it was defective…

A shiver ran through Harry's body thinking about what would happen to him if he was to be returned.

..

Harry raised his head when he felt a hand caressing his hair.

"Tell me," Dobby insisted, his eyes filled with worry.

"It's nothing," Harry mumbled, still shaken by his previous thought.

"It's not nothing if it puts you in this state."

"..."

"I just want to help you, you know," Dobby gave him a sad look, upset that the Omega did not trust him.

A feeling of shame filled Harry, and heat rose to his cheeks. He didn't want to offend his friend who was just trying to help him. Harry held him by the side of his T-shirt when Dobby wanted to move away from him.

"It's just that… I feel like I won't be among you sooner or later," Harry finally decided to confess.

Caesar who was a little behind during their interactions approached them, positioning himself alongside his colleague. He put his hand on the shoulder of the young Homoiy in a sign of support, but the frown of his eyebrows was the proof that he didn't understand the situation.

"Why? Are you going somewhere? Has Mr. Riddle told you he was sending you back?

"Hm, not explicitly… But I feel it deep inside me. "

Involuntarily, tears formed in Harry eyes, and he blinked quickly to chase them away. He didn't want to cry! Normally, he should rejoice that the Alpha took his time to claim him. But the consequences that hovered around a potential rejection were too great for him to ignore.

In his affliction, he began to think of his friend, Hermione. 'I hope she's not in the same situation as me,' he thought.

Harry would have to find a way to contact her after she and her partner were mated and to contact his family. He didn't want to lose contact with her or with his parents. Knowing that Alpha Rabastan Lestrange was a member of the inner circle of the regent leader, he knew that one day or another he would eventually cross their path, especially at various balls or galas. But for his parents, it was another matter ...

"If I can give you some advice," said Caesar slowly, "I'd say go see Mark and talk to him about it. "

Dobby told him off, retorting that his idea was completely stupid.

"It's the only thing that seems logical to me," Caesar adds. "I can see two solution, the first one, you take the bull by the horns and you go see the regent leader, or you talk to the first Omega of the nest Riddle about your situation and surely, Mark will surely advise you better than any of us. Maybe, you have completely misinterpreted Mr. Riddle's behavior. "

Harry lifted his head and looked at Caesar carefully, considering his suggestion. It made sense. Well it's clear that Harry wasn't going to see the regent leader to say: 'Hey, I wanted to know why you are ignoring me, normally you should jump on me because of all the pheromones that my body is producing for you."

No, he could definitely not do that.

However, the second proposition, about Mark, made a lot of sense. And since Mark did everything to be nice to him lately, why not try this solution.

"You forgot that Mark is a psychopath," Dobby whispered, he quickly turned his head and looked around them to confirm that they were alone in the kitchen, not wanting to be pinned by Nathan. "'psychopath' is a strong word, but you understood what I meant: Mark isn't genuine, and I really advise you to be wary of him. "

"It's true that during our first meeting, he was rude to me, but since then he has been nothing but very nice and polite to me. " Harry said.

Dobby shrugged, without commenting.

After all, he had warned Harry and he would be the first to remind the young Homoïy of this moment if Mark showed his true colors. Dobby was well acquainted with the kralj's behavior, Mark wasn't courteous or even pleasant. Since his arrival in the mansion, he had treated everyone with contempt except for the Alpha himself. Dobby could see how the Russian was treating Draco, and that made him feel sick.

The Malfoys had been his first employer, and Dobby had been given as a gift to Mr. Riddle during the mating of the Chief Regent with Draco.

Many times Dobby had wished to intervene, but it was not his place, and then Nathan would have scolded him hard if he had. No, he could only watch or send the favorite dishes of the young blonde when Dobby had noticed, some time ago, that the appetite of the blonde had decreased.

Dobby could only act from a distance…

Harry looked up at the clock and stood up. "I should go now, at this time, Mark is usually in the library. "

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It was not the first time Harry had crossed the threshold of the library, but each time he was amazed by the beauty of the room. Indeed, it was large and very bright, especially through several large windows that gave a very airy effect. The colors of the room were in shades of green and gold, and the furniture present made the room very luxurious and sophisticated.

Large shelves were present with countless books and harry was certain that it would take him a lifetime or more to succeed in reading them all.

There were also several work tables, and armchairs that seemed very comfortable for an afternoon reading. Admittedly, it was there that Harry had spent some late evenings, and it was also in this room that he had found the kralj several times when he had questions to ask him. Harry didn't want to go in Mark's quarters, finding it too personal at the moment, and even if the Russian had not hesitated to do so, Harry didn't want to disrupt Mark's privacy by entering his rooms.

Harry quickly noticed Mark, who was sitting on a couch by the fireplace with a book in his hand. Taking deep breaths, as if to give himself courage, the young Homoïy crossed the room in great strides and joined mark. He took a chair and sat down in front of the kralj.

The kralj raised his head and gave Harry an inquisitive look, then refocused his attention on his book for lack of response. They spent good minutes in silence without either of them breaking the ice.

Harry bit his lip, searching for words, then cleared his throat. He didn't know how to bring the subject on the table. He knew what he was doing there but he was intimidated and didn't know how to express himself.

The Russian sighed and put his book next to him, focusing on the young Omega.

"I feel that something bothering you, how can I help you?"

"I-I… Hmm… I'll need your -hm- advice," Harry stammered, blushing.

Mark arched an eyebrow and sat up in his seat. He made Harry continue his explanations with a wave of his hand, the curiosity clearly visible on Mark's face.

"Hum… Do you know why the Alpha hasn't paid me any attention to me?" Harry widened his eyes as he realized the double meaning of his question and hastened to correct himself, shaking his hands in front of him in denial: "Not that I'm complaining or anything else, but I wondered why the mating bite hadn't taken place yet. Normally it does not take as much time? "

The karlj's lips curved upward, and his eyes sparkled, a sign of his amusement. And Harry briefly wondered what Mark could find hilarious in this situation.

"Are you in a hurry to be bitten?" Mark asked laughing.

The young Homoïy raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering if he had made a joke without realizing it. He reviewed the last sentences he had just pronounced and found nothing funny in it.

"No, it's not that I'm in a hurry. And to tell you everything, I'm not ready. But I know what happens to Omegas who have been returned to the ODO and I don't wish it to happen to me." Harry said

"You should know what you want, you want to be bitten or not?"

"Er… I- yes, " Harry said finely. He wasn't ready that was for sure, but what was even more certain was that he didn't want to be returned. For either he would be auctioned again, or he would become a servant or worse…

He shuddered and shook his head gently, wanting to remove that thought from his mind.

"Well, you see, it was not so complicated." Mark scoffed.

Harry fidgeted in his chair and rubbed the scar on his forehead, hidden behind his bangs. He felt uncomfortable and ashamed. The kralj's remarks, which might seem trivial, left him speechless. As if Mark was laughing at him openly while remaining civilized. The intonation of Mark's voice showed his contempt, concealed by an open gesture, which Harry was perfectly able to discern. Still, Harry was certain that their relationship had improved ...

He didn't want to dwell on these arguments too much, not wishing to misinterpret the situation. "Do not forget that Mark has always been more than polite to us since his mea-culpa," added his conscience.

"And so you came to see me so that I help you, is that right? " Mark asked

The young Homoiy simply nodded, his eyes fixed on his lap.

Mark moved closer to the edge of the couch, and leaned forward towards Harry, as if he were about to reveal a well-kept secret to him.

"If I tell you what to do, will you respect all my advice to the letter without any hesitations?"

"Yes, yes," Harry agreed. He was so relieved that Mark agreed to help him that he didn't notice the dangerous glow that was appearing in the eyes of his interlocutor.

"Good," Mark looked at his watch. " Right now, Tom is in professional appointment, but he will be back in an hour and a half. What I advise you is to go to his office at that time and implore him to bite you. Tell him that you are dying for it and that if he doesn't do it, you will no longer answer for your actions. "

"Er… I tell him that? Exactly as you just did?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Do you trust me or not?"

"Yes. "

"So say it as I just suggested. Before going into the office, take a bath with Hanashbuu flower oils so that your pheromones quickly fill the room as soon as you enter."

"Do you think that will work?"

"Of course, yes," Mark said, with a carnivorous smile. "You'll see, Tom is going to eat out of your in the hand. "

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Hanashbou flower oil was the most difficult element to find. Harry had already selected the outfit he was going to wear to see the Regent Chief in his office, but the oil was nowhere to be found. He had searched all the drawers in the bathroom to no avail. That had freaked him because according to kralj, it was one of the most important tools for the plan to work. So, Harry had called Clarisse to ask her, and when she came back with the pale pink bottle, she had given him the same look as this morning when she discovered the cup of tea.

"I hope you know what you're doing." She told him before leaving the room, after putting the oil on his coffee table.

But pressed by time, Harry didn't bother to analyze Clarisse's behavior.

He quickly prepared himself, tried to arrange his hair to no avail, then looked at his watch. He had half an hour left before the return of the chief regent.

Harry sighed and sat on a chair waiting for the time. His heart was pounding, his hands were getting wet and if he had to wait any longer, he knew he wouldn't have the courage to go see the Alpha.

'But you do not find this weird?' whispered his conscience.

He frowned, Clarisse's behavior coming back to his memory. It's true that now that he was thinking about it, she had been acting really strange to him today since the tea story. He tried to remember what the tea could do to trigger such a reaction but nothing came to mind.

Mark hadn't told him anything special about the tea's components, only that it came from Russia and that he had ordered him specially for Harry.

'Nothing else ?' insisted his conscience.

Nothing else. Harry had searched, but apart from Clarisse's behavior, nothing was out of the ordinary.

However, he was troubled, because when his consciousness of Omega let him know that there was eel under rock, he had to pay attention. It knew how to spot abnormal things ten kilometers away, especially because of its increased senses. There were smells and behaviors that could go unnoticed by the naked eye, but his consciousness was always aware of it because it used the senses.

Harry waited to see if something else came to his mind, but he didn't feel anything special. He looked at his watch and got up quickly, noticing that the regent had already been home for two minutes.

The way to the Alpha's office was faster than he thought, and he hesitated a few moments in front of the door. What if Tom had already decided to return him and his speech didn't change anything? Maybe it was because of his education? It is true that it had been questioned very often by the Alpha Malfoy and the chief regent. Maybe Tom wanted an Omega better educated than him ...

But whoever tries nothing has nothing: It was better to try everything than to be returned to the ODO and have regrets.

Harry rubbed his hands, wishing to remove the moisture on it, then decided, he rapped three times on the door.

" Come in ! "

Taking his courage in both hands, he sighed and quickly turned the handle. Opening the door, he fell upon the intense brown eyes of the regent chief.

"Harry, come in. What is the honor of your visit? "

The young Homoiy closed the door quickly and timidly. Tom motioned for him to sit with a wave of his hand, but Harry shook his head, not daring to move from his place. If he did, he feared losing the little courage he had and abandoning the mission.

" Well ? "

Harry was triturating his fingers, anxiety taking over. Technically, he knew what to say: he just had to repeat Mark's two sentences and hope it worked. But before the Alpha who scrutinized his every move, he lost his courage.

"Harry?" Tom voice was sweet, but impatience could be heard in his voice.

"Enthusiastsofthemostcountriesanditsfeastshavebeengivenrequestofthemeasures. "

" …Sorry?"

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes, tears of mortifications forming behind his eyelids.

"I-I'm dying ... J-I'm dying for you to bite me and if you don't do it, I will not answer to my actions anymore." Harry voice broke towards the end of the sentence. He was as red as a peony because he was so ashamed.

Harry clenched his fists, clutching his jaw. Mark had sent him to see Alpha knowing how humiliating it would be. And he did it knowingly: what an asshole!

Tom got up and pushed his chair back, which creaked against the floor in a deafening noise. He came to stand in front of his desk, leaning slightly on it. He paused for a long time, unconsciously helping in increasing the anxiety that the young Homoïy felt. Then Tom did something that surprised Harry, so he looked up at the regent chief: Tom laughed. A crystalline laugh, very charismatic, that causes Harry's heart to miss a beat.

"You are dying to get my bite? Really? " Tom said, the amusement in his voice. "Well, what's a good news, should I give it to you now? "

Harry bit his lip, and looked away, embarrassed. His body betrayed him by emitting pheromones in large numbers, mixed with the oil he had put earlier: it offered a delicious nectar to the Alpha.

The regent approached him with a predatory gait, his gaze, intense, fixed on his prey. The young Homoïy quivered on his spot, feeling the Alpha's eyes survey his whole body in an indecent way and blushed even more.

Harry was trapped. Shit, what had made him listen to Mark?

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The meeting with the Alpha had left Harry quite dazed. On one hand, he was reassured because the regent leader had implied that he would not return him to the ODO, reassured also because he hadn't been bitten yet. But on the other hand, he was disappointed not to have received the bite. Yes he contradicted himself, but that was the sign of the disagreement between his body and his will. He didn't think himself ready for the bite, but his body was.

However, he found it soothing that the Alpha took the time to discern the situation and to notice that Harry didn't come by his freewill. It was the fear of being returned that had pushed Harry to offer himself as he had done. Because in the end that was what Mark had advised him, to offer himself like a common 'prostitute' to the regent chief.

It had been so humiliating that Harry didn't know if he would ever be able to look at the regent chief in his eyes.

'I should have stayed on my first impression,' Harry thought.

He should have been wary of Mark, because his intentions weren't so pure in the end. Mark was hiding his game well, and today it could have gone bad for Harry. He thought back to Draco and wondered if that was why Draco had ignored him all this time.

'It is true that he had advised me to stay away from kralj and that I didn't take his advice into account,' he thought.

Harry resolved to go see the young blonde tomorrow as soon as he had the opportunity to try to fix things.

Well, It seems like it will be complicated to have good relations with the members of his nest…

... ..

"Come in," Harry shouted when someone knocked on his door.

"Hello, I came to bring you your evening cup. "

"Oh yes, put it on the table please. "

The servant did and went out quickly. Harry looked at the cup and raised it to his lips. He stopped and looked at the blackish liquid with wariness, inspecting it.

This tea had raised a lot of questions today, and he wondered if it was not poison in the end. Harry laughed, thinking that if it was, he would be dead or have already felt the aftermath, since he drank it every night.

'But I'd have to ask Mark for the name of his tea to do some research on it.' Harry thought, however, after taking a sip, he forgot his previous thought.