I Transmigrated as Omega Prince

Day Two With Luther: Swordplay and Clumsy Hearts

Lucien’s training yard was supposed to be a place of discipline. Sweat. Bruises. Shouts. Strategy. Romance was strictly forbidden. At least, that was the rule.

Jay adjusted the grip on his wooden sword, staring at Lucien across the yard. His balance felt off. Every swing he attempted seemed either too wide or too weak. He stumbled, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Careful, Jay!” Lucien barked, frowning as he tried to keep the lesson from turning into an embarrassment. “Focus, your center of gravity-”

Jay felt a sudden, warm presence at his back. Luther. The familiar heat pressed against him as the assistant’s hands wrapped lightly around his waist, steadying him. Jay froze mid-swing, heart skipping.

“Your balance is off,” Luther murmured softly, his warm breath brushing against Jay’s ear.

Jay turned, smirking. “Maybe because someone is touching my waist.”

Luther recoiled slightly, eyes widening. “I-I’m… sorry-”

Jay caught his wrist lightly. “I… didn’t say I hated it.”

Time seemed to slow. Luther’s cheeks flushed a soft rose, and Jay felt an unsteady flutter of excitement in his chest. A shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the chilly morning air.

From the sidelines, chaos erupted.

“Use your hips more, Jay!” Seraphine’s voice rang out, dramatic as ever.

“You’re turned the wrong way!” Theo called, voice sharp with correction.

“So are his instincts!” Aldrin barked, though it lacked real conviction.

“Focus! He’s not attacking your heart!” Lucien shouted, exasperated.

Yven smirked, twirling a practice dagger. “He might be.”

Celeste, standing quietly off to the side, let out a giggle like a mischievous spirit. “Honestly… this is better than the plays.”

Jay wished the earth would swallow his siblings whole. He glanced at Luther, whose hands had tightened slightly at his waist. The warmth there made it hard to focus, but he also… didn’t want to let go.

“Swing properly,” Lucien barked, “and for heaven’s sake-stop looking at your assistant like that!”

Jay rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a faint smile.

“You’re doing it again,” Luther muttered under his breath, low enough that only Jay could hear.

“Doing what?” Jay teased, letting his gaze flick to Luther’s lips for a fraction too long.

“Making me… distracted,” Luther admitted, his voice a low growl. His Omega instincts flaring despite himself.

Jay’s pulse quickened, heat pooling in a place that had nothing to do with exertion. “Good,” he whispered back.

******

After the sword play, things escalated.

Jay tried to sneak into the library for a quiet afternoon of study. He hoped for solitude. Just him, the books, and maybe a quiet tea.

It didn’t last five minutes. Luther found him, naturally, following as closely as a shadow.

“Jay… you shouldn’t be alone,” Luther murmured, though the slight tremor in his voice betrayed more than care-it was possessiveness.

Jay shrugged, trying to appear casual. “I’m fine. Just… some reading.”

They entered the library, only to find an unexpected visitor: Prince Kael, the striking Alpha from Aurelius. His hair was a perfect midnight wave, his uniform tailored to perfection, and that trademark smirk… Jay’s knees went weak.

“Jay,” Kael purred, taking his hand with the air of someone entirely too confident. “May I show you a spell from my homeland?”

Luther stiffened beside Jay, eyes narrowing like a wolf ready to pounce. “His Highness already has a tutor,” he said, voice sharp.

Kael leaned closer, his face inches from Jay’s. “A tutor. Not a charming companion.”

Jay choked slightly, eyes darting to Luther, who stepped instinctively between them. His hands on Jay’s shoulders, possessive, protective.

“Possessive, assistant?” Kael asked, smirk teasing.

“Protective,” Luther corrected coldly, jaw tight. “Learn the difference.”

Jay’s heart thudded painfully between amusement and desire. The heat radiating from Luther contrasted so sharply with the confident tease of Kael that his head spun.

Kael’s hand lingered near Jay’s, brushing a strand of hair back. “It’s interesting,” he murmured, “how such a tiny, yet spirited Omega can command such loyalty.”

Luther’s Omega traits flared further-instinct, jealousy, need. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “His Highness is mine to safeguard. I won’t allow you to-”

Jay held up a hand, stopping him. “Luther… it’s fine. Really.”

But the flush on Luther’s cheeks and the tension in his muscles spoke volumes.

Kael smirked knowingly, leaning back slightly. “Protective, yes… but is he jealous or in love? Fascinating. The line is so thin with Omegas, isn’t it?”

Jay’s pulse jumped. He opened his mouth to retort, then closed it, realizing he didn’t want to. The heat in his chest, the pull of Luther’s body, the unspoken tension… he wanted to explore it.

Luther’s hands remained on Jay, a constant, grounding warmth. His voice softened, more intimate. “You don’t have to deny what you feel, Jay. I know.”

Jay’s breath hitched. “Feel what?” he asked, voice almost trembling.

“That you’re… curious. That you want…” Luther’s words caught, his Omega nature struggling with propriety, “me.”

Jay’s lips curved slowly, mischievously. “I already do.”

Time froze. For a heartbeat, the library disappeared, the sunlight filtering in through tall windows, the books and dusty scrolls fading into irrelevance. It was just the two of them, bodies close, heartbeats colliding.

Kael, standing a few feet away, raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? How scandalous.”

Jay snorted. “Shut up.”

Luther, heat rising to a flush that betrayed both embarrassment and desire, pressed a little closer. “Jay… we should… not-”

“Not what?” Jay whispered, voice low, daring. “Try?”

Luther swallowed, his hands lingering at Jay’s waist. “Yes… try.”

Jay’s smile deepened. He leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against Luther’s temple. Not a kiss. Yet. A touch, a spark. Enough to make Luther shiver.

The siblings, of course, had been observing. Yven whistled. “Ohhh, I see! He’s into it!”

Seraphine rolled her eyes, dramatic as ever. “Please… keep it together, you two.”

Aldrin pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is exactly why I only teach governance in private.”

Theo sighed. “Focus, gentlemen. It’s training first. Everything else is secondary.”

Celeste, still giggling like a villain, muttered, “I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

Jay leaned against Luther, allowing the warmth to envelop him. “So… we just… keep going?”

Luther’s breath hitched, then he nodded. “Yes. Step by step. Slowly. But… together.”

Jay felt a rush of something he hadn’t felt in his former life. Not control. Not status. Not fame. Not obligation. This-this closeness, this shared heartbeat, this trust-was real.

They returned to practice. Wood clashed against wood, shouts of instructions mixed with soft murmurs and near-whispers, hearts beating in tandem. Every swing, every dodge, every stance had an undercurrent of tension, of play, of desire that neither could fully ignore.

By the end of the session, both were flushed-exertion and something else, something deliciously dangerous. Sweat glistened on their skin. Their breaths came in short pants, fingers lingering just a touch too long when they adjusted grips, corrected posture, or caught each other from falls.

Jay finally collapsed onto the grass, hands resting against Luther’s. “You… didn’t have to be so… close.”

Luther’s voice was low, rumbling with restrained emotion. “I couldn’t let you fall. Not physically… not emotionally either.”

Jay’s smile was slow, teasing. “Good. Then you’re doing your job perfectly.”

“Always,” Luther replied. His eyes, silver and molten, met Jay’s gaze and held it. “Always, Jay.”