The high boots clanked on the marble floor.

The mean wearing them was a tall and broad shouldered man with an expensive suit on.

His eyes were a deep blue colour, the colour of Glacie, the noble family of dukes.

"Castiel Glacie!" the man yelled out as he got closer to the wooden doors at the end of the hall.

The rumbling voice woke up the young man lying on the ground inside the small but quite comfortable room.

The man burst though the door just as Castiel got up.

"Why are you here again?! Have you no pride?!" the man dealt a blow to the cheek.

"Sorry, father..."

"I told you many times to sleep in your room like a normal person and not disgrace this family any further!"

The blue eyes of the Glacie shone brighter now than ever. He was mad.

The young man, Castiel, had no blue eyes.

Although a Glacie, he carried pinkish eyes he hid behind magic.

"I told you many times that today the royal families would visit us, didn't I?!"

The duke of Glacie stood tall in front of the small frame of the young man with pink eyes.

"I'm sorry, father."

Castiel bowed down, his head used to this.

"Get dressed and come out, no one needs to see you like this, not that anyone needs to see you at all."

The duke snickered and left with spiteful words.

Castiel looked at the leaving figure of the man he called his father.

"You should've listened, Castiel...father means well."

Castiel slowly took his remaining things form the old room and unnoticeably left the room though the back corridor.

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The Glacie is one of the oldest families on the continent, they are hailed as nobles of nobles.

However, no one knows what they hide beneath the shining profile.

There are the ugliest things to ever hide.

Castiel is one of them, he was born an illegitimate.

The very few years of his life were filled only with his mother, until she died of unknown illness.

The duke, Castiel's father, took him in after all those years only for one reason, marriage.

When the time comes, he'd use him for marriage of convenience, or something other if needed be.

Castiel turned out to be a hyper-dominant omega, one of a kind, super rare, almost nonexistent.

There were about four or five in the whole world, with Castiel six.

Castiel presented later on, so the duke didn't know as Castiel never told him.

He knew what it'd mean if he did, he'd be locked up, never seeing the light of the day, until the day he was married off.

He didn't want to live that kind of life, so he hid the fact that he presented as a hyper-dominant omega.

Castiel lived in a comfortable room of his own, he was never visited by anyone, ha, no one could visit him, his father was strict with rules.

Castiel was a hated member of the Glacie family. He had two brothers and one sister, one older brother, and two younger siblings.

They were all from one woman, Castiel wasn't.

They hated him.

They despised him.

They hurt him.

To be continued...

The duke was a married man, he says it was a drunken night, only one and only, with a woman from the slums, a woman, who knew no courtesy, no manners.

But she was beautiful as the others called her the night raven.

She had raven dark hair and beautiful purple eyes, the colour was close to pink, but it was slightly darker than that.

She was a street dancer, they said, never spent a night with a man!

But that day was different, the duke was drunk, she was working for a noble, she couldn't refuse.

She got pregnant, brought into the house, lived there like a dead mouse.

The baby was born, a second born, how cruel.

He wasn't the heir, nor was he the youngest, he was an illegitimate.

Rossalyna was an upright woman, she fought for her baby boy.

The boy looked the same as she did, raven dark hair, but his eyes, they were pink, not purple, not in between, they were pink.

He didn't look a bit like a Glacie, maybe a curse, maybe a blessing.

Rossalyna, amidst trying the best she could, fell ill and died slowly after.

The boy stayed alone, without a soul to love him.

The oldest son, Astar, treated him as if he didn't exist.

The duchess simply ignored him or yelled at him for his poor behaviour.

The second youngest, Gassiris Glacie, the daughter, laughed at him.

The youngest, Staris Glacie, simply didn't look at him, or when he did, he told lies and blamed Castiel for anything that came to mind.

Family of the wicked.

Castile stayed true to his beliefs and his mother's words, he stayed kind and believed that a day was to come, a day that would change his life forever.

He was right, it did come, but he had to give away something in return.

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The royal families were invited to the Glacie ball.

Everyone was expected to be on time. Castiel was supposed to stay hidden, out of sight.

He put on some normal clothes, that weren't tattered and short.

They weren't as glorious as the rest of the family's, but it was meant to be like that, not to catch anyone's eye, look like a servant in the house.

Castiel walked outside, he wasn't supposed to be there, but he wanted to try those delicious treats they put out every ball, he never had one.

"I hope no one notices me."

Castile looked around, everyone was busy with their own things.

"Haa...this is supposed to last for a while week, so stupid."

He didn't get why nobles enjoyed such things.

He quickly ran into the kitchen and snatched some treats, he ran up the stairs and locked the room from inside.

"Hehe." he chuckled and shoved the food down his throat.

"Awww.... they're soo good." he spoke with full mouth.

He plopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"How boring, why don't they kick me out if they don't want me here?"

Castiel pondered out loud.

"They treat me worse than a dog and expect me to stay put?"

He pouted, he hated staying inside this room. It might've been big and spacious and whatever, but it wasn't his.

"Those bastards must be enjoying themselves right now."

He rolled his eyes and closed them. He was tired after a day full of work and labor.

He was meant to help with the work of servants.

How mean, he thought.

To be continued...

Guys! I think I'm going too fast! WHAAAAAT?!

I don't know why... I'll try to slow down a bit and explain the story more...

Anyways, don't kill me for the names, I literally run out of ideas, I have no fantasy name ideas anymore!

Thank you for reading!

"I have to stay holed up here, so mean."

Castiel looked out the window, it was dark, but the weather was still gloomy and it was raining.

"Such a pretty weather for such a pretty day." he joked.

Castiel was kyijg on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was hungry, but he wouldn't be allowed down until later at night.

"They can't even feed me properly." he huffed angrily.

"I hope this family falls to ruins."

Castiel turned into his stomach and buried his face into the soft and comfy bed.

His bed smelled like vanilla, it must've been the fragrance.

"Hmm...I hope no one can smell me." he smelled his arms and shoulder.

He didn't know how he smelled, he never smelled anything on him, but he could feel the pheromones leave his body, when it did.

He used to snuck out at night and buy inhibitors secretly.

His father and the rest of the family could never know about this secret, they would've sold him off immediately.

"If father knew I was a hyper-dominant omega, he'd sell me off the second he got the chance."

"I heard that hyper dominant omegas are super rare, only five in the world, without me."

Castiel let his legs fall off the bed and then slid down and stood up.

"I hope no trouble arises this week, I don't want to have to stay holed up in this room any more than necessary."

Castiel knew that hi family was bad, but what if someone else found out about his secondary trait?

Would they kidnapp him?

Lock him up?

He didn't want to know, and he hoped to never find out.

"I hope there's no alpha sniffing around."

How wrong could he be?

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The ball was going swiftly. The duke and duchess were talking with guests.

All the royal families arrived. They talked with each other, probably only planned to stay for few days and then leave.

In the corner of the room a diamond eyed man say cross-legged. His eyes were white with a hint of purple and silver, diamond eyes.

His hair shone silver in the chandelier light.

No one dared to approach him first. He didn't look interested in anyone either.

"Why did we come again, Alastor?" he asked the man next to him.

It was a man in his early twenties, green eyed and with brown hair.

He was standing right next to the silver haired man.

"To make better relationships with others and to try to get on their food sides."

Alastor spoke, his voice was calm and unbothered by the coldness in the voice of the other man.

"How bothersome."

"Try to stay for a few days, Your Majesty."

The king of Caelestis, Raihn Silas Caelestis.

He was 24 years old, ruled Caelestis for 3 years now, he became a king at a very young age due to his parents passing this on him early.

He was known to be a ruthless man to his enemies, and he was the enemy of Glacie.

He never liked any of them, just looking at their faces, he knew they were full of snakes.

"Those people only act kind to acquire allies, nothing personal, just business and lust, I hate such people." Raihn said, his eyes locked onto the youngest son.

"Look at thay snake, he's all smiles, but what good did he ever do? He only ever speaks about helping poor people, but never even gave them a bread."

Raihn clicked his tongue. It was true, Staris never helped anyone in his life, he lived like the young master he was.

"Hypocrite." Raihn rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Your Majesty?"

"I need some fresh air." he said and left the ball room.

"Idiots." he mumbled before he left.

Alastor followed slowly behind him, giving him some space.

To be continued...