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Alpha King Ozar.I begin to begin to loosen my pants. The sound of fabric shifting is amplified in the stillness of the room. On the bed, Yeri watches me and her chest is rising and falling with rapid breaths. I just broke a hungry kiss and her thoughts are still misplaced from it. If my kiss would leave her in such a delirious state, imagine what my royal cock could do to her?The dim light in the room plays over my features and casts shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of my face, darkening the hue of my eyes which is a portal to a depth of desire that is almost tangibleWith his pants finally loosened, my movements slows.“Open your legs.” I mutter and she blinks multiple times.“What—what do you want to do?” Yeri asks. From my face, her gaze travels down to my sculpted torso and down to the open waistband of my pants. It is not benign to believe that a sense of awe and trepidation is filling her right now.“Yeri…” I murmur and she looks back at my face.Slowly, she begins to
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Princess Yeri.The moment I open my eyes, I remember who I am lying with before I even see him. After last night, he fell atop of me. We stayed together to control our breathing and I was tired, I was exhausted that I closed my eyes, not knowing that I would fall asleep in his arms. Regardless, I didn’t wake up by myself—it was by the accord of an attendant of the dowager who tapped me on the bed, whispering that I left to wash up. I didn’t look to my side to see if the King was asleep or not.I rise from my side of the bed, covered in the bed sheets because the king completely tore my dress to shards."Good morning, consort Yeri. I have brought a robe for you." She says and I accept it. The garment is of fine silk, soft and warm against my skin. The color is in burgundy, rich and regal, embroidered with delicate gold threads. I slip the robe over my shoulders and the attendant gently adjusts it for me, ensuring it fits properly.I place my leg on the floor to get up when I hear someo
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Alpha King Ozar.I cannot stop thinking about her. When I got up this morning and her scent wafted into my nose, she was the only thing that I could focus on right there and now. It has been two hours in the council room but my mind is drifting back to the sound of her voice and how it sets my body on fire. If I were to say that I have listened for a minimum of two minutes, regarding what my ministers are saying…I would be spilling a bloody lie.“Ozar….” Kaine says and I look to his side.“What do you have to say about the growing bandits? He asks and I scratch my forehead, trying to pretend like I have been listneting and I can just delve an answer for it.“Bandits. I think it is best to send a couple of gammas to get information first. They should go as normal folks, to investigate what these bandits want. If we know what they want…we can lure them.”“We know what they want, Ozar. They want their princess.” Kaine says and I look at him in shock. Does he mean that these men are from
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Princess Yeri. I remain on the floor where my body curled in on itself and I clutch my arms. I stay put in the same position for what feels like an eternity, unable to move. The tears that had threatened to spill finally breaks free, trailing down my cheeks and falling onto the ground. As the initial shock of what happened between us eases, my thoughts begin to race, tumbling over each other in a frantic attempt to make sense of what Ozar just accused me and my people of. His word were nothing but harsh and unforgiving. Was it truly my people who had committed such atrocities? Or was it just my brother, always eager to prove himself, always reckless and brash? The uncertainty gnaws at her, compounding in pain with a deep sense of dread. I have always known that Ozar was the kind of man that shouldn’t be pushed to anger…and today, I have tasted it. If he is like this at the news, what would he do to me in the future? Can I even make this sort of man commit to me? I do not think his gu
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Alpha King Ozar.Asher walks into the chart room. It is a well-lit chamber filled with large tables covered in maps and charts of the kingdom and its surrounding territories. Shelves line the walls, stacked with scrolls, atlases, and books on geography. It has been two days and we are still working on the degree of order to bring these men to light.“Collins is here.” Asher says and I raise my head from the map to see him. He walks into the chamber and everyone face their attention towards him for the last time we heard of him was the time Yeri tried to escape but didn’t make it out. He left like the coward that he is and I scoff at this arrival.“Where the hell have you been?” Kaine asks.“Probably seeking for Magnus? Huh?” I ask.“I don’t know what you are talking about. I only left to clear my mind from everything and the injustice of your court.” He says to me and my eyes are filled with ire.“Injustice? Have you forgotten that the spoil belongs to the conqueror?” I ask.“Do not t
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Princess Yeri.“The dowager did what?” Teresa asks and I drop my glass onto the table.“She reprimanded him.” I repeat. “Whoa, her powers must be beyond. The king is so respectful.” Teresa says and I scowl at her.“What do you mean? After all I have just told you, you think that serpent is respectful!?” I raise the tenor of my voice and she reminds me to reduce my voice. “Be careful!” Teresa says, looking around before she takes a seat. “There is no one here.” I say.“The walls have ears, Yeri or have you forgotten that Yolanda is here? I heard she has been begging Anges to help her see the king. It looks like she is expired.” Teresa says, bursting into laughter to the point where I can see the food that she is meant to be chewing in her mouth.“Why aren’t you laughing?” She asks, beating the table at the span of her laughter. “What is funny? I am a princess who has dropped yo a harem. Why would I laugh at that?” I say.“You are a consort.” Teresa corrects me and I roll my eyes at
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ContdPrincess Yeri.I collect the letter from Florence and it is truly one that invites me to the hunting event that Yolanda was just talking about. I don’t know just how much more embarrassment she can take in the pursuit of trying to embarrass me. Teresa clears her throat in the silence and takes a look at Yolanda.“The dowager invited Yeri herself. Wow, she must be really fond?” Teresa says, placing her hand on my shoulder and her eyes brightens in playfulness.“Yeri, you are becoming very lucky. The dowager is fond of only a few but you have managed to capture her heart in such a short amount of time?” Florence says and I exhale.“I am surprised as all of you. And I don’t think I want to go for this event.” I say and the harem women gasp.“You want to say no to the dowager?” Florence asks.“That is a very wrong move, Yeri.” Teresa says and I feel overwhelmed by everything. Without a second thought, I walk out from their midst and I can feel Teresa following behind me until we get
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Alpha king Ozar.The strong wind whips around me, rustling my hair and the edges of his dark, weather-beaten cloak. My boots were sturdy, caked with dirt from the field, and a longbow hung over his shoulder, hinting at my readiness for the hunt. The servants are busy setting up tents which are intended for the dowager, Camille, and other of the royal family who have accompanied us on the expedition. The canvas structures of the tents are taking shape, providing shelter from the biting wind that sweeps across the open field.My brothers are standing next to me, equally rugged and ready for the hunt. The wind tugged at my shirt. It is a dark linen that clings to my frame, the sleeves roll up to my elbows, revealing my powerful forearms. My shirt's open collar also exposes chest and more times than once, my hand traces the patterns of my gigantic sword that hangs at my waist, ready for action at a moment's notice.In my other hand, I am holding a silver metal bottle where I take a swig o
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