2025-12-09 21:58:07Morning had the audacity to show up.
Not that Jay was properly asleep. He had spent the last hour staring at Luther and trying not to panic about the glowing Sun Mark declaring a royal baby was now officially baking inside him. A child. An heir. Political dynamite with tiny socks.
Luther, meanwhile, was sleeping peacefully in Jay’s arms like he hadn’t just upended empires and destinies overnight.
Jay brushed a hand through his assistant’s silver hair, still trying to digest reality.
A baby.
His baby.
The universe must really enjoy pranking princes.
Before he could sink into deeper spiraling, the door slammed open without warning.
“JAY! BREAKFAST!” Seraphine yelled… then froze.
Behind her came all his siblings like a stampede of nosy royals: Theo, Celeste, Yven, Lucien… and of course, Crown Prince Aldrin .
Jay and Luther jerked upright.
Sheets slid just enough to show:
Half-naked Omega. Half-naked Versa prince. Bite marks everywhere like a war map. A glowing Sun Mark like a divine signboard that screamed: We did extremely mate-coded things last night.Silence exploded across the room. Theo blinked three times. “Is that… a tattoo?”
“It’s not a tattoo,” Celeste whispered, voice strangled. “That’s a Sun Mark… marriage recognition, pregnancy confirmation and absolute claim. All in one.”
Aldrin’s expression shattered from shock to pure older-brother fury.
“JAY VAREL ASTRELIA. YOU CREATED A CHILD BEFORE ME?!”
Jay winced. “Good morning?”
“Do not ‘good morning’ me!” Aldrin stalked forward like a righteous thunderstorm. “I am the Crown Prince! I haven’t even chosen a partner candidate and you-our youngest-decided to jump generations on the royal timeline?”
Luther instinctively covered his stomach. Jay instinctively pulled Luther behind him, sheets barely hanging on.
“I didn’t plan it!” Jay snapped.
Aldrin glared. “That doesn’t magically undo the conception!”
Theo tried to be diplomatic. “In fairness, Jay has a mate compatibility score above 99%. His instincts must be extremely strong-”
Seraphine elbowed him. “You’re making excuses for his reckless hormones.”
Celeste clasped her hands dramatically, voice trembling with both excitement and despair. “So… little baby Omega prince or princess incoming?”
Luther’s face was red enough to set the curtains ablaze. “W-we don’t know yet…”
Jay exhaled hard. “Look… I know this is sudden. But Luther is my mate. My choice. My loyalty.”
Lucien crossed his arms skeptically. “You do realize mating rights must be officially approved by the throne?”
“I AM PART OF THE THRONE,” Jay shouted.
“Not the part that approves things!” Aldrin shot back.
Everyone began talking over each other:
Celeste: “Name suggestions! What about Lullaby? Darling? Heartbean?”
Theo: “We need medical checks. Immediately.”
Seraphine: “The nobles will explode. We should strengthen palace defenses.”
Yven: “Bet they did it multiple times.”
Jay threw a pillow at him. Yven dodged with a smug wink.
Luther looked like he wished for a meteor strike.
Finally Aldrin roared, “SILENCE!”
The room shut up so fast lightning could’ve fallen through the ceiling and no one would have dared breathe.
Aldrin pointed at the glowing Sun Mark. “Explain. Now.”
Jay swallowed. “Versa can mark their mates physically and magically. A Sun Mark means the heir has already been blessed by the divine power running in my genes. It appears only if conception is confirmed. And if the bond is absolute.” He placed a hand over Luther’s. “It means Luther is carrying my child. And no one can challenge that bond.”
His voice was soft but unwavering. Luther squeezed his hand.
Aldrin’s anger faltered into something heavier. “You’re eighteen, Jay…”
“I know.” Jay’s voice cracked more than he’d like. “But… I love him.”
That truth filled the space like sunlight. Celeste melted into a squeal. “He said love. He said LOVE. Someone write this in the royal library!”
Theo nodded reluctantly. “This… also means the Goddess favors Luther. The Sun Mark doesn’t activate without divine acceptance. His bloodline will officially merge with ours.”
Seraphine sighed. “Well… no undoing divine paperwork.”
Aldrin shrugged. “The child will be strong. Political alliances will line up begging.”
Lucien scowled at Luther. “You better stay loyal. If you hurt him-”
“I would never,” Luther said firmly, trembling but resolute. “Jay is my whole devotion.”
Jay’s stomach flipped like a dramatic noble swooning. He tried to hide it with a glare.
Aldrin massaged his temples. “Jay… relationships for a royal are war without swords. You’ve made a decision that alters futures, treaties, succession lines-”
“And I stand by it,” Jay cut in, chin lifted stubbornly.
His siblings all stared. Luther looked ready to fall apart from a mix of embarrassment and awe. Aldrin finally sighed, resigning to fate like a tragic king in a play.
“You’re impossible.”
Jay smirked. “Blame genetics. You share them.”
Aldrin rolled his eyes so hard the gods probably felt it.
Then, surprisingly, his voice softened. “Fine. Then we handle the fallout as a family. The public isn’t finding out yet. We need to protect both of you. And your child.”
A rush of relief almost made Jay collapse. He nodded, whisper-quiet. “Thank you, brother.”
Celeste clapped her hands. “Group hug?”
“No,” Jay and Luther said together.
Yven snorted. “He sounds like you already.”
Jay threw another pillow.
Seraphine stepped closer to Luther, expression gentler than usual. “You’re one of us now. That means we protect you whether you like it or not.”
Luther swallowed hard and bowed his head. “I’m honored.”
Theo scribbled notes already. “We’ll need a healer checkup, a secrecy seal… maybe a false story for why Jay can’t accept new suitors…”
Lucien smirked. “Because he’s too busy being a breeding Alpha.”
Jay almost launched himself off the bed.
Aldrin raised a brow. “Maybe put on clothes before attacking him.”
Right. Clothes. Jay pulled the sheet up higher. Luther did the same, both glowing red.
Celeste looked proud. “Youngest grows up first. History repeats!”
Jay muttered, “History can go fall off a balcony.”
Aldrin finally herded his chaotic flock of royal embarrassment toward the door.
As they left, he paused and looked back at Jay. “Next time, lock your door.”
Jay smirked. “Next time, knock.”
The door shut.
Peace returned.
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