Jon woke up with a start, he realized he was alone but still bound. His usual scent of apple and sugar was still strong but his scent was soured with fear. He tried to stand but the ropes that kept him bound were tight. He struggled with them continually but his wrists and ankles were soon raw. He growled as he pulled on the ropes, his growl became more guttural and he realized why.

His body was trying to transform, he smiled, his teeth growing into fangs. He allowed himself to fully transform. The chair he had been sitting in snapped in half, he wriggled free of the ropes.

He was able to transform like his father and he was beyond pleased. His fur was smokey, he wiggled each paw to get rid of the limp ropes and finally changed form he took a deep breath and headed for the door. He worked on the door, it was clearly locked but he was determined to get out. He kept kicking it and pulling hoping one direction would work if the other didn't. "Fuck.. come on."

As he went to kick the door it opened. He stumbled back and looked up. The man who stepped towards him wasn't like those who had taken him, he was much more regally dressed and his hair was Targaryen white. Jon stepped back pushing himself against the wall. "Stay away from me."

"You look like him," the man said faintly, "you're very pretty. Surprised you're not in a dress like most omegas regardless of their birth gender."

Jon lowered his head, he was a special case. While most omegas had only cunts, he had both a cock and vagina. He was allowed to choose his own clothes, Catelyn had tried to get him to wear frilly skirts but he never wanted to be in them as much as he preferred pants. "Leave me alone."

"That's no way to speak to your uncle." The man remarked, looking him over.

"My uncle? You are not my uncle...."

"Oh you don't know... a shame. I suppose I can show you, I didn't want to scare you too badly."

"Why would my uncle be a Targaryen?"

"Your mother is Lyanna Stark, your father is my brother Rhaegar Targaryen. I knew of you, just as my sister, your aunt, knew of you. Rhaegar was killed, but you are still alive. You are the heir to the throne. The north and the south are combined in your blood. However, to take the throne for our family we have to be better than anyone in Westeros. We need their loyalty, but also the loyalty of the people outside of Westeros. I also need an army."

He genuinely couldn't comprehend what was being said to him. He couldn't be a Targaryen. That was impossible, Eddard and Catelyn wouldn't lie to him for years like this... would they? "I'm not a Targaryen..."

"You are, I am your uncle Viserys. My sister, Daenerys, is your aunt. We plan to put you on the throne Jon Snow. To do that we need an army, and to have an army I had to promise you to a king."

"Promised me?! I don't even know you!" Jon yelped as he stumbled back once more only to hit the wall. "You married me to someone?"

"A king, with a large army. You are a Targaryn, and I will prove it to you. Stay here."

Jon was pacing, he had to be having a nightmare. It wasn't possible, there was no way he wasn't Eddard's and Catelyn's son. He could feel himself starting to cry, he hated his omegan emotions. He had been lied to for years, who else knows? Does anyone?

Viserys soon returned with a candle in his hand. "What is that for?"

"If you are a Targaryn you will not burn. Let me have your arm." He ordered.

Jon took a deep breath. "No."

"Give me your hand little 'mega." Viserys snapped, his fangs exposed. The large alpha towered over Jon. Jon yipped, feeling him grab his hand tightly. Soon the fire was licking at his skin, Jon's eyes grew wide realizing that in fact the flames did not hurt him. If anything the flames felt good against his skin. "I told you what you were, and now you will comply with my arrangement for you. I had to leave you with your uncle Eddard, the people of Westeros had to grow fond of you. You need their support. We need their support, so now I know you will have their love when we return with your new husband and his army."

"I do not wish to be married..."

"Khal Drogo will be disappointed," Viserys snarled, "do you wish to disappoint a dothraki?"

Jon froze, he looked up at his supposed uncle and nearly choked on his own tongue. "You wish to sell me to a Dothrakean? You.. you will just allow him to rape me? What if I get pregnant!"

"That is the goal, you will give him a child and he will give me an army, give us an army."

Jon's world was spinning. How was this even possible? What was going on?

Jon was pacing, he was terrified of what was going to happen. He was going to be sold to someone he had never met and expected to give him a child. He didn't know if the Dothraki Khal would even want him. He was a man of Westeros, not a man of this new coming world.

"I don't know how to be someone's wife."

"The Dothraki are easy, simple brutes. All the Khal will desire of you is to be able to sink his cock in your cunt. Truly Jon, there is nothing more to it. They will feed you, protect you, and he will fuck you when he has the time."

Jon gagged, he didn't want to be a common whore. "If you want me on the throne, what lord would want me after I've been a Dothraki whore..."

Viserys laughed, to Jon this wasn't a laughing matter. "You don't know much about our family history do you? I plan to marry you, or if that is absolutely out of the question for you well then... we will just have to find the right man. Or alpha female. Your aunt for example if you want her as well."

"She's an alpha female?"

"Most of our line is alpha, it makes some of our bonding processes difficult. I can't impregnate my sister, she is alpha. Alpha's cannot give birth. Understand?"

"Please.. I.. I can't.."

"You can and you will," Viserys smirked. "Undress."

"What?!"

"Undress 'mega. I need to see what I am selling." Jon shook his head, this was insane. Viserys narrowed his eyes and growled, Jon whimpered, lowering his head. "Now undress." He used his alpha voice which forced Jon to do as he was told. Jon peeled back his clothes exposing his body, he tried to cover himself with his hands. Viserys moved them out of the way. "Ah, well isn't that interesting, we can fix it."

"Fix what?" Jon stared at him with panic.

"The Khal won't want you with this." Viseyrs bent down and grabbed Jon's cock. Jon looked down at him with panic in his eyes.

"No, no, you will not take it away. It's what makes me different. Most omegas don't have both parts..."

"Exactly, you won't be a suitable wife with it. Now shush, it won't take long. Not like you don't already have a pretty cunt, look at that." Jon blushed hard as Viserys touched him, he fingered through his folds and entered his slicked pussy. Jon tried to step away but wasn't allowed away from him. "Removing this won't be an issue. You're doing this for our family. For the Starks."

Jon thought back to his family, the people who raised him.

He needed to get back to them, that was his only goal.

"You'll be asleep during the procedure, I won't let you feel any pain." Viserys was no longer fingering him but his cunt was still inches from his face. Viserys smirked and licked his folds.

"Stop.." Jon begged as he tried to move.

"You are mine, I may be selling you to someone but I still own you." Viserys smiled but stood, allowing his begging to cease. "I don't see why it would be so weird for you to marry me. I could see us having a great family together."

"I don't know you." Jon argued trying to back away, his naked frame being drunk in by his supposed uncle. "I don't want this.. Please.. I want to go home.. Ple- ah!" Viserys slapped Jon across the face. He whimpered in pain but the door slammed shut on him and soon was locked.

He quickly dressed and dropped to his knees sobbing. He hated his new life. It wasn't what he had asked for. It would never be how he thought his life would end up.