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Devlin’s scent rose around me, powerful and commanding and oh-so-good. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me along with him. “You are mine,” he whispered to me. “My beautiful omega. My sweetling and my mate.”
We went across the room towards the podium where the press conference would be taking place. His hand migrated from my waist to my hip and then down to the curve of my ass. I leaned into him.
We stood behind the podium and started kissing with our mouths open. I was aware of the flash of cameras but I didn’t care. I surrendered to Devlin, who now had both of his hands on my ass, nudging me up against his pulsing erection, which I could feel through his clothes and mine.
The Queen’s voice cut through everything, powerful, amplified by microphones. “As you can see, the connection between them is utterly undeniable. We have two young lovebirds here in the palace.” She sounded amused and indulgent.
But Devlin pulled away from me and I saw him shudder in shame at the way he’d just lost control of himself. He let go of me entirely.
We turned to face the press.
The Queen was at the podium and we were directly behind her. She turned to look at us, smiling like a sweet old granny. “Well, then, do you two think you might come up for air for some questions?”
“Sorry,” Devlin muttered.
The Queen’s expression went severe, only for a second. Then, she laughed. She moved out of the way and we approached the podium.
Devlin clasped my hand. Behind the press, there was a screen, and the screen had a script for us to read from. “Good morning, everyone,” he said. “It’s my great honor to present to the country my omega, at long last. Her name is Eleri Cardiff, and I am certain that everyone will become just as enamored of her as I am. As everyone knows, I’ve been waiting for years and years to find my omega. For some time, I had despaired that she was out there. But I’m pleased to say that I was wrong, and that I have found her.”
It was my turn. “Thank you, Devlin, for that flattering introduction,” I said to him. Then to the microphone. “It’s an honor to have found my alpha, and I am quite taken with His Highness. Thank you all for this warm welcome. I am overcome.”
“Eleri and I met by chance yesterday at a charity event in the lower east side of Linvil. It was unmistakable to our designations that we were meant to be together. If I have my way, she will rarely be out of my sight for the rest of our lives,” said Devlin, reading from the script. “Eleri’s family gives her blessing, and they are pleased as well. If there are any questions, we’d be willing to briefly take some of them.”
“By her family, you mean a plumber and a piano teacher who live in the outer village,” called out a reporter. “Isn’t that right?”
“Are those your parents’ occupations?” said Devlin to me. He laughed. “Sorry, this is embarrassing. We haven’t spoken about this yet. We’re really just in the early portion of our courtship.”
“That is, yes, what they do,” I said.
“There you go,” said Devlin to the reporter.
“Not what he meant,” called out someone else. “We’re just going to ignore the fact that this omega shouldn’t exist?”
“Oh, well, I think I’d like you to take that back,” said Devlin. “She most certainly should exist.”
“She’s a commoner,” said another reporter. “Do you deny that?”
“Have we denied that thus far?” said Devlin. “Do we have any questions about any other aspect of the—”
“How did a commoner present as an omega?” called out another reporter.
“I have no notion,” said Devlin. “It’s fate, I suppose. We’re really too happy to question it, I think.”
I had been coached on this. “Truly, we have no idea why anyone presents, do we? Why is it this family or that family? It’s always been somewhat of a mystery, and that is part of its power. To delve too deeply into it is to diminish it, we think.”
“Yes, we don’t care,” said Devlin. “We’re simply happy to have found each other.”
“You might be aware of the theories that say designations may be a genetic code turned on by circumstance?” said another reporter, pushing forward.
“We’re not,” said Devlin.
“Well, the theory goes that if it’s possible all of us have the code, every single person, but that it’s the environment of the peerage that triggers it somehow. What do you think about that?”
“I’m not a scientist,” said Devlin, laughing. “I’ll leave that to them.”
“And no one with a designation will submit to any sort of scientific study, I suppose? That’s still the palace’s official position?” pressed the reporter.
The Queen stepped in. “Thank you, that’s enough questions with the happy couple. Let’s bring in the other alpha princes of the third generation for their comments. Sinclair? Rohan?”
