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Alpha king Ozar.The strong wind whips around me, rustling my hair and the edges of his dark, weather-beaten cloak. My boots were sturdy, caked with dirt from the field, and a longbow hung over his shoulder, hinting at my readiness for the hunt. The servants are busy setting up tents which are intended for the dowager, Camille, and other of the royal family who have accompanied us on the expedition. The canvas structures of the tents are taking shape, providing shelter from the biting wind that sweeps across the open field.My brothers are standing next to me, equally rugged and ready for the hunt. The wind tugged at my shirt. It is a dark linen that clings to my frame, the sleeves roll up to my elbows, revealing my powerful forearms. My shirt's open collar also exposes chest and more times than once, my hand traces the patterns of my gigantic sword that hangs at my waist, ready for action at a moment's notice.In my other hand, I am holding a silver metal bottle where I take a swig o
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Princess Yeri.“I learnt from my father.” I say to the dowager.Her attendants wrap a fur coat over her as the wind gets heavy on the field and they stand behind her for her needs.“I have heard about your father in the past. King Furtick, isnt’t it?” She asks and I look back at her in shock for I did not think she would know this.“You know him?” I ask.“I was a queen in my time. And when one is married to a king, there is nothing you will not know about your husband’s business. A long time ago, I met your grandparents at a banquet for kings and queen. Your father was a child. And I was a teenager, married to an old king.” She says and I gaze at her vividly. Truthfully, I do not know anything about the king dowager but I know that from the way she comports herself, she is experienced in this war struggle.“That is refreshing to know.” I say.The sun casts a warm glow over the field, illuminating the two targets set up at a distance. The targets are tall, their concentric circles a ch
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Alpha king Ozar.Her fear pierces through my hardened exterior. The sight of her tears, the way her shoulders shook, and the quiet desperation in her eyes caused me to stop. The feral glow in my eyes dims and I step away from her. I am trying to quell the rage and dominance that overtook me moments before. Being a dragon bloodline wolf comes with a lot of anger for it is a wolf who only speaks in war and retribution. My wolf is always ready to seek vengeance and it is why I believed I could ever have a mate.I believed that if I ever had one, she would run away from me. What woman would want to surrender herself to a wolf whose anger could get ferocious at a snap? Why did she have to be near Collins? Why was my guess right? Why did I have to walk in when he was holding her face and she allowed him to do so despite what we shared. It is why I did not want her here but the dowager just had to bring her.“Shut it.” I say, listening to her sobs and she immediately covers her mouth.“He is
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ContdAlpha King Dimitrio.My face flushes with rage and mead. Without giving it a second thought, I ripple the linen sheets that Yeri has used to cover herself.She flinches, a startled gasp escapes from her lips and she looks at me. Her beauty, usually a source of pleasure and sight to my eyes now only serves to inflame my frustration further. After tearing off the veil, she remains perched on the edge of the bed, her back is armoured straight. Though fear lingered in her wide, doe-like eyes, their softness did not translate into submission.She lifts her gaze to me and I loom over her, a hulking figure clad in furs and leather, reeking of woodsmoke."You!" I roar, my voice is a gravelly bellow.“I am speaking to you, yet you conform to silence. Have you no conformity when your king is speaking to you?” I ask and she lifts her chin in a gesture of which could be defiance or respect…I don’t know. She is a princess. Thus, she knows what she is doing to me.“I am doing what I think is
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Princess Yeri.Suddenly, I stop and frustration settles on his brow. He doesn’t know what to ask me. I was the one who pulled him into this, I was the one who riled up the vigour in this length but now, I have stopped. I look down at him and his eyes that were half lidded are now opened.“Get up from me.” He says, a sternness that arises from anger creases his face.“Not yet. I won’t be forgiving you but I do ask something from you.” I say and he rises from the pillows to speak to him. I am still on top of him and his face is mere inches from mine.He smirks.“Tell me.”“I want to pick from my servants who were captured back in Elanor. I hear they are in the dungeons or a slave encampment. Bring them to the castle.” I say, not begging or asking for it.King Ozar lies back onto the bed and he sets his hands under his head.“And if not…” I say, when he doesn’t answer.“I don’t have any reason to continue being a woman of your court.”“Like you have any choice?” He says.“My captivity is
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Alpha king Ozar.Softly, I open my eyes and I can tell it is morning from the silver of dawn light that filters through the heavy tent, painting a golden stripe across my face. I stir, the remnants of a dream that had Yeri in it clings to him like cobwebs. A soft weight on my arm grounds me in the present and I glance down to find her buried and nestled against my chest.Her raven hair, usually meticulously styled, cascade down his bare torso in a tangle of silken strands. Her eyelids that were painted with kohl are shut, peacefully. Lashes, resting on the flushed skin of her cheeks.She is beautiful.The sheet drapes across the both of us and it pools at my waist. A flicker of curiosity, or perhaps something more, compels me to raise it with a slow, deliberate hand. I drop it instantly when I see the surprise under it. I am naked. And I spilled into her yesterday.Fuck. I mutter. The last thing I want is the enemy’s sister to bear my kids. Well, what am I regretting it for? I haven’t
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Princess Yeri.Ever since I returned back the harem house, I cannot stop thinking about what the king’s guard told me. I am waiting at the entrance house, hoping that news would get to me and it will explain what exactly is going on. Who are the bandits? Are they really from Elanor or are they other enemies that Orizon have? Why haven’t I heard anything. Who could I call? Do I go to the castle? I am a consort now. I can do that. I don’t need to wait for permission.“Still nothing?” Teresa says, coming down the stairs, carrying a cloak with her.“No.” I say, my eyes are almost drawing tears.“Yeri…” Teresa says, reaches out and wipes the tears off my face.“I am not going to allow you cry when we don’t even know what is going on.” She says.“Tell me, if those bandits are from my kingdom. What would be their punishment?” I ask.“Well, as I heard….they destroyed, injured, possibly killed and burnt houses in different outskirts of a few villages in Gethmorn. So, the king would either let
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Alpha King Ozar.I didn’t kill them but I did torture them. They will be left to die in the dungeons until they give me the answers I need about Magnus. I didn’t tell Yeri that because I don’t have a reason to. I don’t see a reason to give her attachment to these bandits. I would have never said anything to her if she didn’t come in here, asking questions that I do not owe her.Those men deserve death and it will come sooner. So, I might as well tell her that they are dead. The advisors have taken their leave and she is still on the floor, sobbing. “Get her out of here.” I whisper to the guards and she grabs a hold of my ankle, her fingers digg into the leather of my boots."Why?" she rasps, her voice is hoarse but laced with a steely resolve. "Why didn’t you grant them mercy? Why did you have to slaughter them?”I tower over her like a storm cloud and I am momentarily taken aback by her. Surprise flickers across my face, but it is quickly replaced by a hardened mask. I yank my foot
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