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Khal Drogo."What do you think you are wearing?"My eyes rake over her disgraceful excuse for a dress—fabric that reeks of humanity, nothing of the title she now holds. I take in the sight of her, waiting for her to offer an explanation, but all I see is her lips trembling like a leaf caught in the fucking wind."I said, what are you wearing!?"She flinches, recoiling at the edge of the courtyard stairs. Pathetic. I rarely raise my voice unless I am in my war room, unless I am commanding men on the battlefield. But at this level of depravity, I will yell."Your Majesty, please—it’s my fault." the omega ward behind her pleads. "I should have told her how strict the castle’s policies are.""Please, don’t punish her." Akemi’s voice is a whisper meant only to be taken by the bustling wind but I catch every word. "It’s my fault. I’m not used to your culture—I just wanted something familiar."Familiar. Her word rings in my head but I know humans—they take things they do not understand as be

Akemi Ravenscar.I don’t understand these people’s culture. Their clothes remind me of what courtesans and entertainers wear back in the human realm—waists exposed, small tops that end just above the abdomen. Beautiful, yes, embroidered with gold threads and jewelled embellishments, but it’s not me.An hour ago, I made that very clear to the—what did she call herself? An omega ward? Kie. I don’t quite understand the terms they use here yet and honestly, I’m struggling to keep up.Fortunately, my brothers thought ahead when they—well, when they sold me to the Alpha King. They packed me a bag and in it is the one thing that still feels like mine: a dark blue gown, laced at the bosom and wrists, with an inbuilt corset that ties at the back and delicate lace lining the hem.“You’ll be in big trouble if the King sees you like this.” Kie says, placing a worried hand on her head. She’s not the only one—the other six girls in the room exchange the same uneasy glances.“Look, I let you all oil

Khal Drogo.“Was she pleasant?”I look up at Ozaiah, my female beta.She is a wolf who has won many battles alongside me, beaten countless males and earned her place through strength. I don’t answer her question. One, nothing happened between me and the human girl. Uh…Akemi, let me pretend like I do not remember her name. Two—I’m not fool enough to admit that nothing happened us.“When I heard she survived the morning. I was impressed. Your mark alone would’ve killed most, let alone sharing your bed. History will speak of this for centuries.” Ozaiah jokes again, and I catch Clifford, cleaning his sword and chuckling under his breath.I return my attention to the map in front of me, gently shifting the chess-like pieces that show how much more territory we’ve conquered before the blazing winter. Basgiath is expanding. Refugees are coming here from other werewolf realms to seek the safety we provide but they will not leech off me.We will have their sweat and their skills—we need fisher

Akemi Ravenscar.I’m not a virgin…not anymore.It’s been one month since I gave that part of myself away, to a man I believed I’d spend my life with—Elias. We met in secret. We fell in love secretly. And I let him deflower me secretly. Gareth doesn’t know about it.Once I open my eyes, the foreign bedroom sinks in. And there, I see them—sun melted eyes watching me on the pillows. I squeal, jerking backward, only to realize that there is nowhere to go. How long has he been watching me sleep? A shiver runs through me. I hope to heaven that I didn’t whisper the secret I now carry, the one I’ll have to guard for as long as I can.In a few days—if I’m lucky, weeks—he’ll get to know the truth that I’m not a virgin. And when he finds out, he’ll kill me. Not just me, but my brothers, their wives, my nieces. All of us will be reduced to ashes.The bed is wide yet he is like a mountain fallen on the landscape. His body is massive and basked with muscle. When he rises, I follow his movements as

Khal Drogo.When I laid my eyes upon her, something strummed in my chest. Her lips were as red as blood. Skin as fair as snow. The human girl looked fragile, too pure for a wolf like me. Her hair, more white than blonde—crowned her head yet fell in waves down her back. I have met many women in my lifetime, yet in an eternal lifetime, this human girl, Akemi, would pale goddess Aphrodite.It was her scent that sprang my feet. Then, it was her eyes that kept me in front of her. Green. The color of fresh moss, they unnerved me like a man going to battle without his weapons.She is small—fragile even—dwarfed by my size. I am easily four times her weight, and yet, when I held her face in my hands, her lashes fluttered, delicate like the wings of a trapped butterfly, daring me to be gentle. To me, her entire being is a contradiction to all that I am. And then, there was her face, so innocent, petite nose, leading to a rose bud lip—it arrested me the most.When I touched her, it was as though

Akemi Ravenscar.“Gareth, don’t do this to me!” I scream, desperately trying to catch the hem of my brother’s sleeve. But the barbaric hands of the Firefang wolves yank me, dragging me to a ground where thousands of other human girls are already kneeling in the biting snow.It is called “The Choosing” an offering of virgins. And for the first time, it is commanded by the barbarian Alpha King of Basgiath, a ruthless monarch whose name alone is enough to turn the day into night.Of the seven kingdoms, four are governed by human monarchies, while the remaining three fall under the dominion of werewolf rule. Among these, Basgiath reigns supreme. The Alpha King has never showed interest in any human kingdom until a week ago, where he expressed his desire to forge a marriage alliance with a human kingdom. Nobles, merchants, the royal family, lords, and even commoners have forcefully brought their daughters to a foreign realm—all for the sake of alliances, for the allure of power.Yet, I ne

Salvador Silver Mendoza.I know what I saw when I walked in. She didn’t notice me at first—not the moment I entered my own damn closet and found her displayed like a present, waiting for me.The girl I forced into marriage is wearing my shirt—an oversized thing that swallows her small frame but does nothing to hide the heft of her ass as she bends over my watch counter. I always knew, from the way her hips moved that her ass was a handful. But now, I see it for myself—the swell of it, flawless, except for a birthmark the color of a ripe tomato.My eyes are sharp. I don’t miss the black lace thong peeking between her thighs as she shifts, the fabric disappears into the cleft of her body. But even without the details, the image is enough to make a man release.Then she notices me.The devastation on her face is almost amusing especially when I step closer.Catali stutters, hesitates, flounders for an explanation—one that won’t come because she knows, just as I do, that there isn’t a goo

Catalina Maria.I still can’t believe it.When Salvador mentioned liking the kiss, I almost thought I misheard him. That means the first time he kissed me on this bed, it wasn’t out of intimidation. It wasn’t to punish me. He wanted to. Is he attracted to me? I could be delusional, but I had to test it.Going to him, standing on my toes—is something I would never do. Not in any situation. I never make the first move, not even when I was dating Lucas. But in that moment, I knew this was my only way out. It was my only chance at testing if this monster of a man bears an attraction to me.It took everything in me to gather the confidence to walk up to him to his sharp, arrogant face. And when I barely brushed his lips for a second, he took charge. That’s when I got scared. That’s why I pulled away. The first time. The second. Even the third. But I can’t forget the way his hand rested on my lower back, the way his fingers pressed into my waist before trailing lower to my bum.I feel like

Salvador Mendoza.How do I tell her I want to kiss those pouty lips? That’s not even the question she asked. She wants my trust. My trust. After she tried to run or take some little college test—whichever story is the truth.I have no reason to give her anything but yet here she is, standing in my space with that beautiful face and my favorite food. Something about that combination has me sitting here, actually having a conversation with her, without threats or reminders of who holds the power. Me.She burns under my gaze when I don’t reply. I see it in the way her fingers twitch, like she needs something to hold onto, some kind of leverage against the weight of my silence.“Um—”“You want my trust.” I push off the table, folding my arms as I break the silence. She nods.“Then come here.”I know she’s afraid—of me, of my tattoos, of everything I’ve done. I’ve seen her eyes trace the ink on my skin too many times. Slowly, she steps forward. One. Two. She stops. I flick my fingers, beck

Catalina Maria.I didn’t wait for him to wake up this morning. The moment I could, I slipped out of his room like a shadow. After last night, there’s no denying it anymore—Salvador is every bit the monster people say he is, and maybe worse. I’ve made myself a silent promise: I won’t defy him again if I can help it.But at least... at least I got to write my test. Small victories, I guess.Still, guilt weighs heavy on me. Diego is the only one who’s treated me like a person in this house. Not a prisoner or a servant. I should’ve told him where I was going. I owe him an apology. I know he must be upset with me, maybe even disappointed.So here I am, scrubbing dishes, folding laundry until my arms are sore, cleaning the vases one by one, letting the hum of work drown out the memory of Salvador’s threat. The image of my family home burning… I can’t shake it. Anything, I’d do anything to not think about it.“There you are…” Rosa startles g me as I tend to flowers. “I’m sure everyone’s bee

Salvador Silver Mendoza.From the color in her eyes, I know exactly what I am—the nightmare she can’t afford to provoke, yet here she is, doing just that.I scan the room and take my time. The grey-bearded man must be her father. The sour-faced woman clinging to him must be his wife. Then there’s Lucas and his pathetic brother, hovering like flies over rotten fruit. Did they gather here to plot an escape? Perhaps with my diamond in tow?No one speaks. No one dares. Not when their throats has clenched shut against better will.“Salvador, I—” Catalina tries, but I turn my gaze on her, and the words wither on her tongue.“Go outside.” I say.“My daughter is not going with you! I’m calling the cops.” Her father steps up like a dog with no teeth.Bruno chuckles behind me, amused at the man’s bravery—or stupidity.“Your daughter is my wife…” I say, as if explaining the obvious to a child. His mind must be rusted over if he can’t remember.As I study him—and the trembling woman by his side—I

Catalina Maria. “Goodness, I have a physical test in twenty minutes!” I turn around to face Diego. “I’m going to miss it. It’s a biochemistry test, and I’m going to fail.” I drop the computer mouse from my hand in despair and before I know it, tears are stinging the corners of my eyes. “No, you’re not. Come on.” I look at Diego in confusion as he rummages through his desk. “What are you—” “I’m taking you to the university. University of Malcolm City, right?” My lips part in shock. “Yes… Are you sure? Your brother—won’t he—” “I don’t know what Salvador will do if he realizes I took you but we don’t have time to wonder. So, come on. Unless you’re ready to miss the test and say goodbye to it forever.” He is already moving toward the door, and for a second, I hesitate. But then, the weight of the test—of everything I’ve worked for sets in so I am pushed into motion. I jump up from my chair and rip off my apron. I chase after him through the Mendoza estate’s massive halls. The fa

Alpha King Ozar.As I pass through the courtyard, I sense the chill of the night. It clings to the castle walls like rain on leaves. My mind, though weighed with thoughts, is pierced by the sound of laughter—her laughter. Yeri's voice floats through the shadows like a melody, unrestrained and untouched by the bitterness between us. I pause and my eyes settles on her figure just beyond the archway.Oh, has her date with Theodric come to an end already?However, this is different.She is walking a small puppy. Her laughter is soft, with one hand resting on her stomach as though to steady herself from the joy spilling out. What could be joyful with everything that has been happened between us? I scoff and my chest tightens at the sight. That must be another gift from Theodric? Of course, it must be. He showers her with trinkets, and this puppy is no different.The puppy, a clumsy thing, tips the rope in her hand and dashes off on its own, its tiny paws clatters against the stone path. I

Alpha King Dimitrio.After announcing her arrival, the dowager strides into my study with a gown that rustles against the stone floor. I lift my eyes from the paperwork before me for I am slightly surprised by her presence. Ever since the wedding, she’s kept her distance, not even so much as a glance in my direction or the castle. And yet, here she is. There must be a reason. The dowager never does anything without reason."Since you haven’t dethroned her, I’m guessing you have your reasons. King Magnus has our people, and therefore, Yeri has to hold the seat for now they have the upper hand." she begins, calculating as she takes a seat across from me. She lowers herself gracefully to sit, back straight with hands folded in her lap.I find myself admiring, grudgingly, how well she understands the situation. "You know it all," I say."Is that all there is to it, Ozar?" Her eyes pierce through me, and I can already sense she’s digging deeper. "What did Collins tell you that made you b

Queen Yeri.King Ozar storms into my chambers with a force that makes my hands freeze mid-stitch. My maidservants immediately scatter, eyes wide with fear, sensing the fury that has just entered. Only Kiesta remains, standing still like a sentinel beside me.I glance at her briefly.“Leave us,” I say, despite the feel of my heart thudding against my ribcage.Kiesta hesitates for a moment, flickering between Ozar and me, but then nods and steps out, closing the door behind her.A scoff escapes his lips before he even speaks, his anger radiating off him like heat from a forge. I stop what I’m doing, setting the fabric aside, and slowly rise to my feet, but before I can steady myself, he strides forward and shoves me back down onto the couch. I gasp, my breath caught in my throat as I look up at him.Ozar towers over me like the man that he is and his shadow casts me in darkness.“Explain yourself…” he growls, thick with annoyance.I press my lips together, drawing a slow breath to calm

Queen Yeri.“Her attendants are processing her for a night with the king.” Camille says and I huff, looking at her with an emotion I cannot give a name yet. I accused Ozar of being jealous but right now, the expression of my emotions is more than jealousy.“He kept me in the castle because he is jealous of my relationship with Theodric. Yet, he wants to completely wither me by spending a night with Mehera.” I lament, pacing back and forth in Camille’s room. Camille, ever composed, is pouring herself a drink as if my world isn’t on the verge of crumbling.“Do you think he’ll do it?” I ask, betraying the fear that’s tightening around my chest.Camille barely glances at me and her lips curls into a wry smile. "Fuck his consort? Yeri, before you came, the king was swimming in a harem filled with women of all shapes and sizes. Of course, he’ll do it."I freeze, my hand flying to my forehead, my skin is hot to the touch. I’m sweating, and my heart is pounding so violently I fear it might b

Alpha king Ozar.“What do you want me to do?” Clipper asks.I don’t know what to say. I scratch my forehead in a worried manner.“I am worried.” I confess.“So, what? You want to find a way to stop her. If she cannot go today, she will go another day. Plus, Theodric is a married man. You shouldn’t have to worry about him.” Clipper ensues.“But have you seen Yeri? The council officers who are all married men were gawking at her the other day. She is mischievous and is capable of wielding her hand.” I say to Clipper but he may never understand. I know what prompted me to push Yeri to consort, then leave her as queen. Was it when she stroked my manhood at the time where she was a consort? Or was it how she sojourned me in the tents? Yeri just has to make a smoke, and the rest will result in fire.“Okay, I will leave now.”“No—let there be a spy that has been found in the capital. Send gammas to the capital to search for the spy and because of that, no royal is to step out.” I say.Clipp

Alpha King Orizon.I enter the dining hall for breakfast at the grand table. To my surprise, Camille is the only one around the table. So, my eyes have no choice but to instinctively find her. Her gaze lifts to meet mine as I approach. The memory of last night hangs between us like a thick, unspoken cloud.Yesterday, she came into my bedroom, half-dressed and bold in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Her request was clear, her intent was undeniable. She asked—no, she practically begged—for me to take her. I wasn't expecting it. The surprise, the sheer audacity of it all, left me momentarily speechless. I didn't know what to make of it.In truth, I am still grappling with it now. How did it come to this? Where once I was sure of myself, confident in my desires, I now find myself adrift. The ordeal ended with me escorting her out—a conversation that I have no desire to revisit. But the question gnaws at me, persistent and unyielding: What is wrong with me? I have shared my bed with women befo