Princess Yeri.It wasn’t just Collins, kissing me on my cheek. He was passing me a message as he did so. He whispered into my ears and told me that during the harvest celebration at the castle, he would take me away from here. I drew a sharp breath when I heard that, when I heard him say so, I felt hope. Hope that finally, I will be able to get out of there. My hand on his sleeve grew firmer as he assures me. As soon as he walked past me, I had set it in my heart that I would do everything in my power to be a part of the group that would make it to the castle. As I am returned to the harem house by the king’s gammas, I look at the surroundings with silence. I can never get used to it. I can never accept or conform to it—it’s not in me. Teresa makes her way to me and I proceed to wipe my cheeks. “Hey? Is everything fine? Why did the king call for you?“ She asks.“I don’t even want to talk about it.” I say, ruffling my hair that is tangled. “Okay, as you wish. Come to the kitchen w
Alpha King Orizon.My broad shoulders are draped in a fur cloak and my chest heaves by each breath as the weight of my own thoughts press down like a tangible burden. Deep in it, my fingers grip the edge of the oaken table. My attention is supposed to be on the scrolls and documents laid scattered across its surface, yet, it is elsewhere.What was that? In my very presence, Collins dared to touch her, to kiss her! Words cannot explain nor decipher how if feel for that aggravated my wolf. It has been days yet I cannot shake it off...the feeling paralyses my mind and I cannot think of anything else but that core act of Collins. They are not even mates…what is the essence of the affection between them? It’s the moon goddess’ fault for making an enemy my mate but it’s nothing, the full moon is in mere hours and I will break that very bond between us.“Your majesty…the guest list.” Agnes says, snapping me from my thoughts and IMy eyes, hardened by years of warfare stared intently at the c
Princess Yeri.I caused a stir in him and I know it. I felt it. I heard him groan…gasp and that was all I needed. King Ozar of Orizon can put up a frontier and control the whole of his territories with an iron fist but at the end of the day, he is a man and he is my mate. Thus, strategically…even if he has forgotten that, I can still remind his wolf. But I’m putting my wolf in jeopardy, I don’t want her anywhere near him. All that I am doing is so that we can get away from him but she is taking it as invite.“Your majesty, whom do you choose to lead the dance at the festival celebration tomorrow?” Patra asks and he blinks, cutting his gaze at me. I made it so he would not even remember that Yolanda was dancing next to me.Behind us, the harem women are whispering my name and I exhale in silence. I loathe that I have to go through this kind of extreme means to get what I want. It doesn’t signify me or honour my heritage as Princess of Elanor. It makes me one of them—a harem woman, one
King Ozar of Orizon.There is profound silence between us after she instinctively evades my hand. I lost control for a moment, forgetting she is lithe as a feather—she isn’t one of my warriors who would still be standing after I tug at them. I look down at her, my hands are paused mid-air as her long, dark hair fans out around her, letting loose strands scatter across her face. The soft lighting in the room highlights the tears that have begun to well in her eyes and my face is softening at what I have caused.Well, until I hear…“Monster.” She says, in a soft whisper but I am a wolf of dragon bloodline. Therefore, I can pick up breaths, I can pick up heartbeats and, in this case, I picked her words with my sharp senses. The insult strikes at the core of my being, igniting a fire within that is both ancestral and intensely personal. At an instance, my eyes blazes with supernatural fury—my irises are deep red, glowing embers of fire as it reminds me of my past as a wolf born of a drago
Princess Yeri.After the bed broke, King Ozar rose from me and left the room. I stayed in the same position, wondering what the hell just happened between the both of us and what would have ensued if the bed didn’t break. Right in between my legs, it felt moist—wet. If I am not mistaken, my governess has told me about what happens between a man and woman during intercourse. For men, the jewel in between his legs would double in size, harden, and erect. I cannot even say this out but it is exactly what I felt when King Ozar massaged himself against me.And for a woman, the sign that I would be ready to have a man would be the moisture in between my legs. I moaned, I held onto his sleeve and my breath was restless. I have never been as close to a man as I was with him. A moment before we found ourselves in such a position, I stared at his build and feared for the woman who is obligated to take him in between her legs. I didn’t know that in a few minutes, I would be bound to know the mag
ContdPrincess YeriThe carriage comes to a halt outside the grand castle of Orizon. As I had been peeking from the windows, I had caught sight of its imposing stone walls that are adorned with torches, ones that flicker brightly in the evening air. I can hear the hum and noise celebration—an array of laughter emanates from within. They are enjoying and celebrating their homeland after taking mine away from me. It takes everything in me to not start weeping at this very moment.The door of the carriage opens and I step out. My lips quiver as I raise my head to look at the castle that stands proudly against the evening sky, its formidable silhouette is outlined by the soft glow of twilight. Knowing whose king Orizon has, I can tell that the castle has the temperament of its ruler. When we entered the first entrance of the castle, I was able to see the thick stone walls that surrounded it axis, a huge landscape of land that felt like I was looking at a battle field. It is weathered by t
Alpha King Ozar.The hall is vast. It is as wide and imposing as a war ground, capable of holding an entire army yet tonight, it is filled with sounds of revelry. Long tables are laden with food and drinks stretching across the room for the nobles, aristocrats, officials and minsters across the entire villages who are subjects to my throne. The air buzzes with occasional laughter, as well as the clinking of mugs.My seat is elevated on a dais, a position that gives a fine and clear view of the entire hall. Tall candelabras casts a warm, golden light around me which illuminates my rich attire and figure. My eyes are occasionally bored but still, they are sharp and watchful, missing nothing as they sweep over the space. I am wearing a deep, crimson robe trimmed with fur. As an accessory, my crown sits heavy upon my brow—a symbol of my authority and power.After several apex of tAs the celebration reaches a fever pitch, it is time for the performance of the harem dance. Never in my life
Princess Yeri.I run through the shadows of the castle, breathing in ragged gasps. My heart pounds in my chest as I find myself being pursued by an invincible hand—my footsteps are loud in the silence and it causes me to be afraid that someone might catch up to me. Sweat trickles down my brow, stinging my eyes as I dart between the statues and trees, seeking the safety of darkness.I scan for any sign of guards. At different towers, they are flickering torches that brighten the shadows. I am already close; I just need to keep hiding in the shadows until I map out the path. I get to a central fountain where I crouch low behind a statue, peering around the stone figure. I can see and hear guards patrolling nearby, their conversation are low murmurs—the end up standing in the space, obstructing my flee. I wait and I can feel every second pass. My muscles tenses as I wait for them to move past. Finally, they move on and I head to the next obstacle.I duck into the shadow of a large oak; i