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 boar, platters of fresh seafood, and exotic spices tantalize the senses, while skilled chefs work tirelessly to prepare culinary delights in open kitchens. As I walk into the scene, my men jubilate and beat their chests, a sign of praise for the feast I have prepared in appreciation for the glory they brought to Orizon.
I walk into the canopy of crimson and gold, my seating area which commands attention with its grandeur. It is a raised platform, draped in sumptuous fabrics embroidered with the royal insignia. Fragrant incense fills the air, its heady scent mingling with the sounds and aromas of the celebration. I rest, laying my side on the lavish cushions and pillows as the circus workers entertain at the middle of the scene.
“Your majesty, all your consorts have prepared to serve you, which one should I bring out.” Agnes says and I exhale for a moment. There is only person that has been on my mind ever since I travelled to the camping grounds this morning.
“Yeri, bring her out.” I state.
“Don’t tell me you are smitten.” Kaine says, pouring a goblet of wine for himself, his wife is right next to him. Kaine is my elder brother whom by law is supposed to ascend the throne instead of me. However, I am on the seat because destiny said so. Kaine is kind hearted, he does everything by the book and he is actaully one of my brothers whom I can trust.
“I have the most beautiful women in the empire to my advantage. Why would I be smitten by the enemy’s sister? She is most beautiful, charming, Aphrodite has nothing on her but I’m still a dragon wolf.” I answer, toasting to his goblet.
“If she’s a princess, she will uphold her honour first, your majesty. Yeri will be unwilling to reduce herself to a whore.” Camille, my sister in-law says, her hands are on the shining emerald necklace that she is wearing.
“I bend wills, Camille.” I reply.
“Are you really going to leave the chancellors to find you a queen? Don’t you even have qualities that you are searching for?” Kaine asks.
“What does it matter?” I ask, rolling my eyes because at the end of the day, I don’t have a mate. Being a dragon blood, a wolf with such sporadic formation…my aura is very potent and unruly. It cannot bow and it cannot submit. I don’t think there is a female wolf whose aura can bend mine.
“If so, I would like to introduce you to my cousin, your majesty? She is brilliant, wise and beautiful.” Camille says and I nod my head, my attention is on the circus entertainment. All of a sudden, at the corner of my eyes, I see her walk in, each of her step echoing the rhythm of the drums playing in the background. Her entrance steals my attention completely, and I cannot hear what Camilla is saying anymore.
My eyes rob her dress, adorned with intricate patterns and shimmering sequins, catching the light as she walks towards me. Although, she covers her exposed skin with the fabric, it is unlike what the women in my harem wear. Despite hiding her feminity, every warrior in the room is gawking at her, preying their eyes over her like a predator that we are.
“Your majesty, this is not the kind of outfit we gave her…she is covering up. She caused a lot of trouble with the girls too.” Agnes says, bowing at my side and I look at Yeri whose face is held in confidence.
“Take the scarf off.” I demand, as she stands in front of my canopy and the entertainment continues in the background.
“I can’t, your majesty.” Yeri says, I can see her hands quivering even as she tries to stand up for herself. It is a full room filled with people that are not of her kingdom or values. She’s basically in enemy camp, all by herself.
“You can’t or you won’t?” I ask, placing my goblet of wine on the table and giving her my whole attention.
“Your majesty…”
“You are a slave making demands to a king. Don’t you know your place yet!” With a thunderous roar, my booming voice carries across the room, dominating the space with its forceful presence. Caught off guard by the intensity of my outburst, her movements falter as she takes a hesitant step backward. Fear flickers in her eyes, her body tensing with apprehension in the face of my presence.
Without patience, I grab a hold of the fabric she is using to veil herself and I tear it off her body. With such surge, the fabric tears off her skin and the impact makes her propel forward, falling into my arms. There is cheering from the warriors in the room all at once as I bury my nose in her skin, it is soft, creamy notes of vanilla and she pushes me away. However, my grip is firm and her face is red at the position I have ascertained.
Holding her with one hand, I undo the ropes of her skirt easily, locking eyes with her and letting her see that it is what I deicide that goes forth. I trap her under me, I haven’t used a quarter of my strength on her yet, I’m literally playing catch with her but her life is dependent on this.
“Should I place a mark at this empty spot so that you will realize that you are my property?” I ask, baring my teeth and leaning into her neck as way of toying with her.
“D—don’t.” She utters, hands are on my chest as she tries to push me off but I do not budge for a second. I cannot even feel it.
“Why? Do you have a mate?” I inquire, rising off her and she retreats away from me but I watch her hands go behind her back and pulls out a blade. Without a moment to rethink her decision, she points it at me, grazing my neck, an attempt to kill me.
But you know, I let it happen just to see how much she hates me. How much she hates the man who took over her kingdom overnight. As blood tickles from my neck, my gammas rise on their feet but I raise my hands in the air, signalling them to hold their defence and not interfere. The blood stain my rubic and everyone is quiet.
“You worthless woman! Agnes, put her to her knees at once.” Camille yells.
I look at Yeri once again. Her hands are shaking but she raises the blade in the air once again, propelling it towards me and I slap it out of her hands in irritation, rising on my feet.
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
Alpha King Orizon.Yolanda strips in front of me.I am lying on a sumptuous bed. My posture is relaxed, one arm casually drapes over my face while my eyes, half-lidded, are fixed in a distant gaze, lost in a realm that is far from my immediate surroundings. One can say that my expression is of utter nonchalance but yet, at different intervals I am reminded that there is someone doing a mesmerizing dance before him.“Your majesty?” Yolanda’s seductive voice takes me out of my thoughts.“Yes.” I answer.“You are not paying attention.” She says, using her hands to hold her naked breasts and she begins to walk up to me. I exhale, placing a hand across my hair to get it out of my face as I gulp the glass of wine in front of me. Yolanda collects the glass of wine from my hands and takes her hands offs her breast. Gently, she settles her head onto my chest.“Why do I feel like you are worried, your majesty?” Yolanda asks.“It’s because I am.” I answer.“Matters of state?” She asks, raising h
Princess Yeri.“On your knees!” Agnes yells but I don’t answer. As a princess, why would I go down to my knees by the order of a lady in waiting. I hold my head high in front of the king. My heart pounds in my chest, a wild rhythm matching the chaos of my thoughts. As soon as I walked in, I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me. The royal jewelry that belongs to my mother is latched in my hands and I refuse to let go of it. It has the stain of blood which happened after Yolanda said…“Isn’t your mother dead already? Why should a dead woman’s legacy leave on?” I lost my temper and I let out my rage when that statement came out from her rotten mouth.“Your majesty!” Yolanda says, crumbling on her knees and weeping profusely. Her hand is on her neck where it’s bleeding. “This wench thinks she is above the law! For no reason, she slashed me with the ornament!”“I did so only after I asked you to let go of it.” I say and Agnes pushes me down to my knees by force. I look up at her, s
Alpha King Ozar.“You should have seen her.” I whisper.“So, princess Yeri knows you are mates?” Asher asks as a servant fills his goblet with wine.“Yes.” I answer for the third time.“I find her to be cunning.” Kaine, my elder brother says and I look in his direction.Forty minutes ago, I left the harem house after nurturing to the mark that I put on her neck. And let me say, Yeri was perfect in my arms, her eyes were shut, she was vulnerable to me. It is hard to believe that she is the same woman who tried to kill me, the one who looked at me like the barbarian I am and swore she would never surrender to me. In her eyes, she is light and I am dark. She is a pure omega and I am of a dragon wolf bloodline.The girl rests in the midst of flowers and pillows, sheltered by mighty walls and castles. On the other hand, I build those mighty walls and I fight outside of it—the battlefield is where I find mine. As I laid my tongue on the mark, a soft moan escaped her mouth and at that point