Yeri.
“Wow, his majesty has keen eyes. How did he manage to take note of her?”
“Another jewel in his harem.”
“I hope she survives the night.”
“Look at her, she obviously won’t! She doesn’t have the strength of Orizon woman, she is weak and petite.”
My lips quiver and I pale at the hums of their conversations. What is about to happen to me? Is he about to me his mistress? The burly looking wolf who stood next to King Ozar seizes me by my arm and drags me towards a waiting carriage. There is a team of beastly looking horses, their flanks adorned with gleaming armours, standing ready to pull the carriage forward. Their hooves pounds against the earth, kicking up clouds of dust.
The carriage itself is carved from the finest oak, its sturdy frame bears intricate patterns of ancient wolf runes and symbols, one can tell from a mile away that it belongs to a very powerful king. A king who has descended upon my people and reduced us to slaves. The gamma hoists me into the carriage, his eyes cold as he closes the door behind me. I look at the gammas from the window of the carriage, what did they mean by I wouldn’t survive the night?
“Another jewel in his court?”
It’s one thing to be slave and it’s much worse to be slave to the person who has taken everything from me in one day. My heart begins to pound as I think about what I heard from the engaging gammas. Why did they say I might not survive the night? Will he sleep with me? Will he hurt me? That must be the only reason why he picked me, he saw me fit for his chambers. I gasp, covering my mouth and tears releases from my eyes.
If I think back to what King Ozar looked like a minute ago, I cannot bear to even imagine it. He looked like everything the rumours proclaimed him to be. His kingdom is full of powerful wolves who are of descendants of a dragon bloodline. However, he is a pure kind, untarnished…I could tell from his aura, my wolf feared just being in his environment. It is as if he has power and control over everyone’s wolfs. How can I every say no to a person like that? How can I withhold my virginity from a wolf like that?
Where is Magnus? Why did he leave and turn his back away from his own sister and people? Being a princess, I paid no attention to the politics of Elanor. However, I had a duty to marry for the sake of our kingdom and was set to be married to a prince Collins of Orizon. In respect to that union, I began to research about what the people of Orizon were like. I was going to leave my kingdom and live amongst them, I wanted to prepare for it.
And that is when I came upon the legend of Ozar, the Alpha King who has the unblemished blood of dragons, they say he cannot be scorched by fire, his bite is hot as a dragon’s breath and his eye are nothing but dancing flames. I wondered who would be misfortuned to be the mate of such a man. I didn’t think I would land in the misfortune of being his mistress—what a twist of an unforgiving fate.
As I’m thinking about my fate, the door to the carriage opens and with measured steps, King Ozar ascends into the carriage, ducking slightly to accommodate his towering frame. I turn my face away as his presence fills the space, he smells of cedarwood and pine. His formidable stature seemed to eclipse the very sunlight that dared to touch his broad shoulders. Clad in intricately wrought armour, he takes his position in front of me and heart begins to pound. If he could sniff fear, he would smell it all over me. As the carriage rolled forward along the rugged terrain, I immediately lose my stamina but I catch myself back, doing everything to avoid falling into him.
“Princess Yeri.” He states, and it’s not a question, he knows me. His voice resonates with a deep timbre that seems to echo from the depths of his very soul. My lips quiver at the thought of that, just how much does he know about me?
“You will answer when I speak to you.” King Ozar says, his voice is rich with authority, each word pronounced with a sense of purpose and conviction. It carries the weight of centuries of tradition imbued with a rugged strength that commands attention.
“Yes.” I utter, a mere whisper and he leans down to look at me. I keep my gaze at my shoe, I haven’t looked him in the eyes, enough to tell what he fully looks like.
“It’s your majesty, to you.” He spells.
“Forgive me, your majesty.” I say.
“I don’t fault you. You are a princess nevertheless. So, it’s obvious that you would forget that you are now my slave.” King Ozar says and I cannot help but feel bitter, the only thing I can do is scrunch my feet.
“Do you know why I have you riding in my royal carriage? And lift your head, look at me when I speak to you.” He demands and I do as he orders. I raise my eyes to look at the face of treachery. Chiselled features, sculpted by the harsh winds of the northern seas, high cheekbones cast deep shadows beneath piercing blue eyes. Dark locks, cascading in wild waves around his broad shoulders, framing his face like a halo of sunlight.
Despite his undeniable beauty, there is a darkness that lurks behind. Yet, it is the subtle curve of his lips that truly sets hearts racing.
His smile is like a dagger concealed in velvet, enticing and beguiling, yet harbouring the potential for betrayal and deceit. It is a smile that knows no sincerity.
“No, your majesty. I don’t know why you have me riding in your carriage.” I answer, swallowing.
“Are you a virgin?” He asks and my heart begins to pound, I don’t wish to reply. I don’t wish to have a conversation with a bastard like him. I don’t wish to tell him anything that is so personal and intimate to me. Why is he asking? What would my answer do?
“Open your mouth and speak, princess Yeri.” He says.
“W—hy?” I say, using every bit of confidence left in me to talk.
“You are a woman I will keep in my harem. I need to know.” He says and my stare turns into a glare.
“I am not a whore.” I state, griping the fabric of my gown and breathing heavily.
“You are my slave and I will decide what you are.”
“I am a princess.” I state, squinting my eyes.
“With that kingdom?” He asks, relaxing his body on the carriage and fixing that velvety smirk on his face that shows he is nothing but the devil’s spawn. There is no remorse in it, no empathy, only a hunger for power and a thirst for dominance.
“Where is your king?” He asks.
“I won’t be your mistress.” I say, adamantly.
“Then, I will kill your people, one after the other until you accept.” He says and I cannot utter any word.
“Now, answer my question…are you a virgin, princess Yeri?” He says, leaning in a manner where I can feel his breath, his eyes not blinking for a mere second.
“Yes, your majesty…” I answer, turning my face away as I answer.
Alpha king Ozar. “I can give you everything you want being my mistress, my whore.” I say, moving in with the conversation despite the clear tears and anger in her eyes. “I would like respect.” There is a purity to the timbre of her voice, as if it is untouched by the stains of cynicism or doubt. “Respect? The women in my harem are well respected and they are not to be touched by anyone.” I answer and she looks away from me. She can never seem to hold a gaze, but I don’t have a problem doing so. I look at her, high, elegantly arched brows, eyes that are of the deepest sapphire. Her nose is slender and graceful, with a slight tilt that adds a touch of whimsy to her regal countenance. I cannot fully admit how many times I have looked at her lips, full and sensuous, the colour of ripe pomegranates—one that I could kiss from morning to dusk. With a mere curve of her lips, she could disarm the most hardened of hearts, not mine though. I am not a slave to any woman. Crowning her head isa
Yeri.“Wear it!” The servants yells over my head and I close my eyes. In a sumptuously decorated chamber, adorned with silken drapes and intricately woven rugs, they gather me. Their attire is luxurious, reflecting the opulence of their surroundings. When I was brought in, the servants in the harem stripped me off my clothes against my rights and battered me with water in my nakedness. I was bare before them, and I couldn’t overpower all of them even if I wanted to.And now, they are forcing me to enter into an ill-fitting dress. All of the women are dressed in garbs that are exposing every skin on their body. The materials are see through, their breasts, and buttocks are out in seductive manners. This is below me, a dignified princess of Elanor—I would not conform to this. As I sit in the midst of their taunts, their laughter, and abrasive words, it tears my heart from piece to piece.“Listen to me, if you don’t come out of this chamber and make yourself available to his majesty…he w
Alpha King Ozar.As the grand doors of the villa swing open, the sound of beating drums heralds at my arrival, echoing through the grand halls of the castle like thunder announcing a coming storm. Each rhythmic thud reverberates off the stone walls, sending vibrations coursing through the air and stirring the hearts of all who hear it. At our recent victory over the Elanor kingdom, I am holding a celebration in respect for my warriors who took the forefront to attain my heart desires.Thus, I hold a festival of food, drinking, and dancing. From the core parts of the city, I invite dancers and whores to consecrate the celebration. If any of my warriors are lucky, I allow them choose any woman they desire from my harem. Servants circulate, offering goblets of wine and trays of exotic fruits and delicacies imported from all corners of the empire.The central courtyard of my villa is transformed into a magnificent feast, with tables laden with an abundance of food fit for a king. Roast bo
Yeri.As I am pressed to my knees by two servants, my hands quiver and my entire body pulses with fear as I feel the air of the festivities change. I watched his eyes change into red fire, a fusion of his wolf and dragon bloodline. His chest quivered with every breath, muscles tensed beneath. Goblets of wine and platters of food fall to the ground as he steps away from the canopy.Before him, I am trembling, a stark contrast to his own unwavering stance. My once defiant gaze now falters under the weight of his wrath, my breaths shallow as I await his judgment. There is complete silence in the court after I failed to kill him—I cannot explain how but my hands failed to work when I saw that despite the cut I made on his neck, King Ozar didn’t falter or show sign of pain.“A slave raised a knife at me!?" His voice thundered through the space, resonating with the raw power of a storm at sea.“Cut her face, your majesty…let her leave with the scar forever!”“Beat her with a whip, your maje
Alpha King Orizon.I polish my sword with a soft cloth, my movements are fluid and practiced. With each stroke, the metal shimmered and I gaze at the sharp tip. It belonged to my father, and it was handed to be as I emerged onto the throne. Before ascending the throne, my father decreed that my brothers and I go through three tests of agility that he formed himself, stated in the will to the council.It consisted of three intense assignments. One where our agility, and determination would be tested. That test ended up driving a wedge between my brothers and I—we used to have a relationship by courtesy but after the old man’s death, there was no need to continue pretending. It was a slap on the face that an illegitimate son was the first to finish all the assignments despite how dangerous and life threatening it was.The council tried to consider me invalid due to the circumstance of my birth but I remember that day, I strangled the man who evoked such a movement. At the sound of foots
Princess Yeri.The sounds of laughter snap me out of my thoughts. Since I wasn’t familiar with the castle and its turnings, King Ozar commanded a castle worker to lead me back to the harem which is an estate, nestled a few minutes walk away from the king's castle. I took note of it as I was brought back. This time, I was not thinking of how to escape but how to adjust to my new life.It is a secluded paradise guarded by towering gates and vigilant sentinels. I could tell that the gardens were once lush if not for the winter that has frozen the vibrant blooms. It has fountains, tranquil water features, hidden gazebos and secluded alcoves.My eyes took cognizance of the guards who were at the towers, standing at strategic intervals, ensuring the safety and privacy of the harem's inhabitants. Orizon wolves, they are of burly form, clad in armored uniforms while maintaining a watchful eye over the grounds. From the placement of the guards, it becomes obvious to know that nothing goes out
Alpha King Orizon.“Yes, she got into an argument with Yolanda but I believe she has accepted what she is now.” Gladys, one of the assistant head of housekeeping says behind me. I chose her to take Yeri to the harem because she is gentler with her words and she can take time to explain things to Yeri. Unlike Agnes or the rest who are burning with flame and anger.“Why was Yolanda upset?” I ask, looking towards the large landscape, there is a large range before me where targets, crafted from dried branches stood in stoic imitation of foes. I hone on the mark, a silent determination etched upon my brow.“She was upset that Yeri didn’t start from the bronze floor.” Gladys says and Asher, one of my brothers, a prince of Orizon joins the scene.“I’m sorry I’m late. We were talking to Collins.” Asher says. His eyes are framed by a pair of arched brows, sparkled with a lively intelligence, their depths betraying a keen sense of wit and amusement. A faint dimple creased one corner of his mout
Princess Yeri.I hesitate before opening the door of my bedroom. For the past three days, I have locked myself up. The only time I opened the door was when the harem keepers came to bring me food and take out my laundry. I have been rotting in bed, there are no books to read, no governesses to take me to my piano, cello and horse-riding lessons. No dancing or cooking classes, I miss talking and laughing with my maids. We would all sit on the floor of the kitchen, talk about what my life would look like when I married. The head governess would sneak me out of the castle to watch the festivals without telling my brother, I would pretend like I was a commoner, celebrating without worry. I miss it, they were my best friends—I loved them. I still do.At the look of the weather, my brother would invite me to join him in firing arrows. It was an activity I used to do with my father but when he died, I thought I would never pick up an arrow again. Magnus didn’t allow me stop. We would fire ar