Telemachus awoke to the distinct feeling of wrongness—not in the ominous, world-ending way, but in the deeply personal, you’ve-made-a-mistake-and-the-gods-saw-it kind of way.
Sunlight filtered through the open shutters of his bedroom, warm against his skin. His bare skin. A breeze tugged playfully at the linen sheets twisted around his legs. The scent that lingered in the air—spiced, earthy, and undeniably Alpha—confirmed the worst before his eyes even opened.
He groaned, dragging a hand across his face. “No, no, no…”
A low hum came from beside him. A rustle of the sheets. A body shifted, unapologetically close.
“You snore like a lion cub,” Antinous said, voice heavy with sleep and amusement. “It’s oddly charming.”
Telemachus peeked through his fingers to glare at the source of his torment. Antinous, in all his ridiculous Alpha glory, lounged against the headboard like he owned the place. His hair was a wild mess, his smirk smug, and the only thing covering him was one of Telemachus’ tunics—haphazardly thrown over his lap.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Telemachus hissed, sitting up and dragging the sheet with him like it was armor.
Antinous raised an eyebrow. “Funny, considering you were the one who said ‘don’t go’ last night.”
“That was—heat-induced delirium. I was not myself.”
“Oh, you were very much yourself. Loudly, I might add.”
Telemachus looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed and stay there until his father returned from war and the gods turned the island into seafoam.
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FanfictionIn a kingdom built on tradition, young Omega prince Telemachus is expected to grieve in silence, obey the court, and one day rule beside a handpicked Alpha-if his father Odysseus ever returns from war. But when the arrogant and alluring Alpha Antino...
