Alpha King Ozar.The grand doors of the council chamber open and their weighty hinges groans in protest. Emerging from the dimly lit room, I step into the corridor and I realize it is dark already. My regal stature is now slightly hunched bearing the invisible weight of the day's taxing discussions with the minister of affairs. My eyes are framed by deep lines of weariness which shows the extent of my toiling and the countless hours I have spent deliberating over matters of state. My large robes rustle as I walk out along with the ministers of affairs who follow closely behind. I walk into the courtyard after leaving the halls to inhale a bit of fresh air before heading back into the fore walls of my bedroom where I would have to study a bit more.I walk into the expansive gardens; my boot makes a crunching sound along the gravel path as a cigarette is lit for me by a male servant who disperses from my side immediately after doing so. I take it between my fingers, inhaling deeply an

Princess Yeri.I step out of the room after King Ozar has stepped out and I can still see him in the hallway. I pause when I see Lady Camille and an older woman who is standing in front of him. She looks like a dowager, perhaps, his grandmother or grand aunt. They have spotted me; therefore, I cannot run back into the room even if I wanted. I want to retreat, to avoid the scrutiny which would come in a matter of seconds, but it is too late. The dowager's sharp eyes spots me first, and a slight nod of her head directs lady Camille’s sight to me.With no other choice, I begin to step forward despite the apprehension knotting in my stomach. King Ozar’s attention is on me too, and it is nothing but steel—as if he regrets being caught in this entanglement. Well, he is not the only one…I feel the same way too. Feeling the weight of their gaze, I dip into a deep curtsy, lowing my head as my eyes fixes on the ground.“She is your newest consort? I thought it was a lie when the servants told m

Alpha king Ozar.“What!” I yell after Agnes whispers into my ear.The assembled courtiers around the round table flinch and they look at me in devastation."A procreation calendar?" I ask. It feels as though I have heard it incorrectly.“Y—yes, your majesty.” Agnes stutters.My courtiers exchange nervous glances, none daring to meet my gaze."Where is the dowager? will not be treated like a mere stud to be managed at someone else's whim.” I say, rising from my seat and Agnes has something to say.“Your majesty, you made Yeri your consort. What are arguing for?” Agnes says and I take a moment to pause. I look around the table and I see that the ministers are looking at me in shocked expressions.“This meeting is adjourned.” I say, and in a hasty motion, they rise up and begin to exit the council room.“When did she do this?” I ask.“I heard from the servants that she took Yeri into the purity room. The dowager checked her.”“Checked her?” I ask, wondering the depth of her checking.“Sh

ContdPrincess Yeri.The day has come.I step out of the carriage at the castle’s entrance, the path is lined with palace lanterns. I am wearing a white gown. It has thin sleeves and it clings lightly to my naked shoulders. Over it, I am wearing a matching robe which saves my shoulders from the cold of the night.The attendants of the dowager, older women with years of experience and a solemn demeanor, help me out and straighten the dress before I head in. Unlike the looks on their faces, their hands are gentle but fir, and they reek of tradition. As my feet touches the ground, I am able to feel the cobblestones through my delicate slippers. Hours before I entered into the carriage, the white dress was sent to me by the dowager and Teresa explained to me that it was for purity and it is what I should have worn before I lost my virginity to the king.Other than Teresa, no one knows that I didn’t actually sleep with the king that day. However, the king knows that nothing has happened be

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