Tag: regency

Adam Raki is never going to get married.

He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.

At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.

Rule #1: No kissing.

Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?

Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.

Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.

He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded pregnant omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.

Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.

Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides  in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.

Rule #4: No more than one dance.

This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.

Rule #5: No unseemly conversation.

Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.

He has spent the last few months since he came of age turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.

The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.

Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.

Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind. The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.

He spends time in the libraries, the porches, or more often than not, the garden.

It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.

Continued in 

Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake ~ Chapters 1 & 2 

This fic is complete and will post a chapter every Sunday. 

There would be a wedding. 


The Prince had finally presented.

Prince Adam was an alpha.

His second gender was a surprise to many as the Prince had very little alpha traits. The King was overjoyed, boasted to anyone and everyone that he’d known all along, and announced Adam’s accomplishment to a crowd of excited subjects the same morning Adam woke with a knot.

His intended, an omegan princess from Yorkia was summoned immediately and preparations began.

Adam on the other hand, wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea he would be married to someone he did not know and forced to try to love them.

An arranged marriage made very little sense to him because it seemed to be more arranged for everyone else but those who married.

He decided that because the Princess would have a lengthy travel time, he would escape to the market and experience life as a commoner before being forced into such a marriage.

At the same time not even miles away, Nigel Ibanescu was feeling the beginning effects of an unexpected heat he was pretending didn’t exist.

He had plenty of things to do that were much more important, such as snatch enough coin from the market to pay for his old mare’s shoes and also get a quick drink.

The ache in his joints was troublesome notice for how close his heat was. Nigel hadn’t had a decent partner for a heat in far too long and even longer since he’d been knotted. Still, despite the sudden comings of ache in him, he wasn’t stupid enough to get fucked by an alpha on a heat.

His old mare Franka slugged along the road to the market and Nigel felt wet all over, a feeling that was even worse when he made his destination.

The scent of alpha was overpowering.

He whined and held tight to the reigns, squeezed his legs together as others passed.

“Fuck.”

The first few that went by him were thankfully not alpha though his slick seemed to worsen by the second. He gritted his teeth and jumped down, tied up the reigns before he headed towards the crowd.

There was definite interest when he went through, though he never came close enough to any alpha to make his heat worse. He bumped into enough betas along the way who were easy targets to filch from.

He had just enough in his purse to get back to Franka when it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Alpha.

Continued in: 

Blue ~ A Spacedogs Regency A/B/O