Share
108
Related chapters
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 109
Alpha King Orizon.Each sip of the whiskey burns down my throat, it does not even provide a temporary relief from the aching in my heart. The room is silent except for the clinking of the glass as I pour myself another drink. As I lift the glass to my lips, I close my eyes, trying to drown and numb my senses. Why did I catch her scent again? Was it her or am I mad? First, it was at the stables. She haunts my dreams. She haunts my reality. I will be marrying Mehera in two days but tonight, I must let go of everything that pulls the string between Yeri and I. The mate bond. I have to reject her tonight.I have to cut it off. If I do not, she will continue to hold me back. Her scent will continue to find me even if I were to walk into the valley of the shadows of death.“Agnes!” I yell.Quickly, she comes into the room and stares at me.“Where is she?” I ask, without mentioning her name.“Y—eri?” Agnes stammers.I do not answer. I simply look at her.“If there is something you want to te
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 110
Princess Yeri.I close the door to the small room as fast as I can. My heart is beating fast, hands are quivering and I step away from it for a second, trying to strain my sense to see if I’m still being followed. Why was Ozar at the oil and pipe quarters? Did he go searching for me? He wanted to see me? As soon as midnight struck, I left the castle to pass a letter to the servant boy who would get it to Magnus. I didn’t think I would ever run to Ozar, and worse, him chasing me down. I caught his scent, so, he must have caught mine too. At least, he didn’t catch me. I cannot afford to be caught by him.I wonder if Damsey stopped him from meeting me. Or does he already know that I am no longer in the oil and pipe quarters. I am this close. I am this close to owning my fate. Nothing must go wrong.The days slip away like sand through an hourglass. They melt away and as the sun rose on the third day, I know it is the day that I have been waiting for. I look at the corners of the room whe
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 111
Alpha King Orizon.I am draped in crimson, ceremonial robes—they pool around my armoured boots. I am nothing short of a statue forged from impatience. I am not impatient because I cannot wait for the bride to walk in. Instead, I am impatient because I cannot wait for this to end. The air is thick with incense and anticipation, stretched taut as a bowstring. Light filters through stained glass depicting flagstones in a kaleidoscope of colours. I shift on the alter, and the clinks of my greaves echoes in the cathedral's silence. My gloved hands, usually wielding a legendary blade is empty in this very moment.The royal wedding hall is a colossal expanse, a cavernous space echoing with the murmur of a thousand voices. It was as if a mountain had been hollowed out and transformed into a palace. The ceiling, lost in the shadows, seem to touch the heavens. They are adorned with frescoes that depicts legendary heroes and history of Orizon.The guests are a kaleidoscope of cultures, a living
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 112
Princess Yeri.My heart pounds like a war drum. Successfully, I have traded places— a desperate gamble for survival. Now, I am standing as an imposter but I don’t regret it. I have never let go of something that belonged to me. What are those in his eyes? Usually, they are pools of fathomless depths but today, they act as a tempestuous sea. Is it anger? Disbelief? Or perhaps…hate? A cold sweat breaks out on my brow at the meaning behind his eyes. I thought I did not care. I thought his gaze would not have an effect on the me, at least, not today.A collective gasp ripples through the hall as the realization dawns upon the assembled court. Whispers turn into murmurs, then into outright accusations. In seconds, I can feel the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on me like an invisible force. Regardless, I hold contact with Ozar. The tumult around us becomes a distant echo, a meaningless cacophony. It is a thick tension yet, it feels as if only us existed, two figures caught in a sile
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 113
ContdPrincess Yeri.The entire gathering is left in a state of shock. The guests from various corners of the world exchanging bewildered glances. The once-celebratory atmosphere is now uncertain, with murmurs of disbelief rippling through the thousand crowd. The guards file in, moving quickly to restore order, guiding the guests back to their seats and assuring them that all would be well. Despite their efforts, the eyes of the assembly has been overturned. I lunge forward, rushing after the king.As I follow, the war gammas in gleaming armours move to intercept her. Their large forms fill the space, enlarging the difference between the king and I. I push forward, glancing over my shoulders. Heavens. My blood runs cold as I watch a format of elite guards, they are giant gammas—ones that I remember to be merciless and ruthless. They have bodies that are augmented by radiation, radioactive glowing eyes…Unlike warriors who carry swords, these men of King Ozar are armed with axes. The
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 114
Alpha King Ozar.Three hundred.I put three hundred men and women in Elanor. They constituted of ministers, warriors and those who were extending my policies as it is concerned. And now, they lives are in the hands of an enemy, Magnus. What was my blind spot? Who am I asking? My blind spot was Yeri. Her presence here cornered my vision, and somehow…I didn’t think like I used to. I didn’t prepare and foresee like a king would.Mistwalker wolves. I could have never thought of it. I could have never thought that a legendary tale, ones that only exist in books would follow Magnus to reclaim this throne. If I wasn’t expecting that, imagine the shock on my face when I saw Yeri—married to me. There hasn’t been enough time to process anything. Right now, I am seething with anger. My hands are twitching, my wolf is commanding me to bare out claws, to plunge lungs but I have to keep it at bay.“Ozar!” The dowager shrieks.She has been shrieking. However, it has gotten to the point where my ear
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 115
Princess Yeri.“This is not a marriage.”“This is not a marriage.” Magnus repeats to me and I exhale, loud enough for him to hear.“We are mates.” I whisper, raising my eyes to look at him.“Yes, I read that in your letter.” Magnus notes.“Good. So, it is a bond.” I claim.“A bond? I stand to be corrected but that man hates you. I felt it in his voice, I saw it in his eyes…tell me, has he forced himself on you?—”“If he did, he would be dead.” I hiss, rising on my feet while he stays seated.“So, what did he do?” Magnus asks and I stare back at him in shock.“Are you mad? What sort of a question are you asking me? He made me submit under him! He took me away from our kingdom.” I spit.“I know but neither you nor him discussed any of that in my presence. The only thing I heard was him being a dog and you being a—”“I can’t even utter it, mercy!” Magnus cautions. “It was a lovers quarrel in there—”“Ozar and I are not lovers.” I say, raising a finger in the air.“Then, what are you?” Ma
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 116
Queen Yeri.I stand in the quiet aftermath of my brother’s departure, feeling the weight of the moment. The Gardenia Mistwalker wolves stand in disciplined rows before me are a thousand warriors—it is not even a quarter of the inheritance that my mother left to me but it is a start. As of this moment, I have two right hands. Kiesta, a warrior and lady-in-waiting that my brother trusts himself and Katal, her brother. Alice and Beth, my faithful companions have chosen to stay by my side. Though, I have made Diana leave with Magnus.We are in an open field where sand and dust are rolling like a ghostly shroud around the gathered warriors. The Mistwalker wolves are fierce and silent. They stand at attention and their eyes are fixed on me. Katal, a formidable wolf, steps forward. His voice is deep and it cuts through the thick air like a blade."Listen well," he began, echoing with the weight of centuries of tradition."We are the Gardenia army, bound by blood and honor to serve the Queen
Latest chapter
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 136
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 135
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 134
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 133
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 132
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 131
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 130
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 129
Alpha's slave, the eternal submission 128
