CHAPTER ELEVEN **"Rene!" Rene's head tilts up when Kyra walks into the tattered room, the tiny cramped storage room his mother used to stay. Kyra halts, the putrid stench of decay and stale herbs is too strong for her to move further. Nausea trickles down her throat; She is revolted and disgusted by how Rene can sit comfortably on the moist, mouldy floor.' Well, he is just as filthy as this dirty room, this place suits him just fine," She thinks to herself dismally and continues to stand by the door."You shouldn't have provoked Father openly; what were you thinking, talking back disrespectfully like that?"Rene doesn't respond; he has several cracked ribs, and his arms are twisted abnormally from Aston's beating; strangely enough, it doesn't feel as painful as it looks. Rene wonders if it has anything to do with the mark on his neck. "Disrespectful? My mother died because of them, you want me to say nothing?""You could have died, I barely managed to save you the last time!"R
CHAPTER TWELVE **"Argh!" Rene jerks awake when a basin of a bone-chilling cold liquid is splashed on his body. His eyes fly open, coughing violently, as he is momentarily breathless. Tyro and Hugo are glaring down at him and Rene already knows what is coming next; already accustomed to their bullying.Tyro yanks him from the wooden bed and Rene's weak body, which has been denied food for the last two days, threatens to collapse. "I don't remember anyone giving you permission to take some days off, are you still pretending to be injured?"Pretending? The scars on his body are quite obvious, but then again, they always find even the smallest faults to beat him up or prolong his starvation."Even if you pretend to be weak, you will still have to work like the rest of us, but you've been hiding here all day, don't you know that tonight is? You ought to be punished for slacking on your duties!" Hugo says, his palm harshly slapping Rene's face repeatedly. It's the Princess's marriage
CHAPTER THIRTEEN **"Report," Lyrien's deep voice is low and impatient, Luca straightens to his feet. "The celebration is still ongoing, but everything is going exactly as we planned..." Luca produces the key to unclasp the thick chains around Lyrien's wrists and ankles, which have kept him chained to the walls.Lyrien's hard gaze settles briefly on the chains on the ground. He had put the shackles on for too long even though he could have easily freed himself. Hiding his strength had been necessary, the weaker they think he is, the better it will be. How easy it has been for the Akleri to fall under his scheme."Most of the Chiefs of the neighbouring clan are here today, attending the wedding,"A vicious smirk twitches on Lyrien's lips, His enemies, all in one place. This is even better than he had anticipated. His blood tingles with a raw dark excitement that he had not felt in a long time. Lyrien extends his hand, and Luca hastily hands him the curved cruel-looking sword. Lyr
CHAPTER FOURTEEN **"Barbarians!"The goblet of wine splutters from Javier's hand, rolling to the ground, the animal fur below absorbing the soiling liquid.He becomes clear-headed instantly, grabbing his sword. "How...?!" He snarls at the wounded guard who has delivered this news to his chambers. "The private p_passage was opened, we have an insider!" The guard gasps, and Kyra, who just stepped into the room shivers, fear making her blood grow still.The secret passage, she had opened it with good intentions to let Rene escape, after she sabotaged his plans, she'd simply forgotten to lock it back. And now..."My Lord, they are killing everyone, there's no way we can win!" The guard yells at Javier who is already storming out of the room only to bump into Luca. "I told you nothing should go wrong__" Javier halts, suddenly seeing a distant glint in Luca's eyes; he's never seen such a cold, fierce look before. "Leave now or you're going to die, I'm saying this as your friend," "Y
CHAPTER FIFTEEN **A pin-drop silence follows. All the warriors stop cheering. The air cackles with danger emitting from the dominant Alpha."I never wanted to mix my blood with a Savage's; I couldn't fuck a filthy thing; I killed her, so what? Was she related to you?" Aston's smug smirk vanishes when Lyrien suddenly stabs the sharp edge of the knife straight into his eye, earning a soul-shattering scream from Aston. Lyrien's lips sneered as though disgusted by this weakling Alpha who is starting to spew out curses at him Still holding the knife masterfully, Lyrien makes a brutal twisting movement to completely pluck it from its socket.The organ twirls to the ground with a slight splat sound. Aston's cries vibrate the ruined hall, his blood pouring continuously from the now empty socket. Lyrien does the same to his other eye, and a powerful kick sends Aston flying against the nearest wall; his groans of pain as he clutches the spot his eyes used to be is met with laughter from t
CHAPTER SIXTEEN **"Everywhere is quiet, is it over?" Soral whispers, They had managed to escape from the castle, but the barbarians were lurking everywhere in these woods; Rene and Soral had seen hundreds of bodies of people trying to escape. Their lives brutally ended in a gruesome manner by the savages. The tiny space below the ground barely contains Rene and Soral, their muscles are painfully sore from being cramped up for long hours. Rene's eyelids are heavy with exhaustion; neither of them has closed their eyes a wink since last night. Rene is slightly confident as the hours go by that, they will not be found; this small hole used to be a storage for wine that has not been used in a long time. The earthy lid above them will completely shield them from anyone above. Soral sniffs in deeply, something is different about Rene's scent. It is stronger now. A blend of pheromones, pleasant ...Yet powerful, almost similar to an Alpha's scent oozes faintly from him. Soral's gaze
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN **"You're also Jaron's bastard?" Lyrien spits out the words, filled with utter disgust, A twirp of disappointment that he refuses to acknowledge and finally, anger, knowing that his special bond, which should be shared with his unique chosen mate, has been given to this enemy. His eyes fixate on Rene's skinny form, his protruding collar bone that is exposed by his torn, saggy shirt; Lyrien blinks away unfeelingly; the welfare of the 'favourite' son of Jaron shouldn't be his concern. ' How did this barbarian know they'd been beneath? ' The electrifying grey eyes pierce into the very depths of Rene's soul. Now that this barbarian is neither in a cage nor in chains, the broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger... More frightening, like his most terrifying nightmare coming to life. "P_please," Rene stutters, his eyes watering with tears from the harsh grip of the barbarian on his hair which continues to sprinkle fires of pain throughout his skull."I'm just
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN **Rene is anxiously confused when the thin material of his breeches fails to absorb more blood, and it ends up trickling to the ground. Strangely enough, he does not remember getting injured. His body feels dizzy, and his vision becomes blurry; just as his knees start to give way, he feels himself being swooped into strong arms; he is conscious of being lifted, but too tired to open his eyes. The familiar smell of pheromones suffocates his senses; he wants to sink his body closer to this warmth; Rene's eyes slowly flutter open, and he blinks rapidly, meeting the intense pair of gazes staring down at him. Dismay slurps up to his throat when he realizes that he is in the brute's arms, and he starts to struggle weakly. "Be still!" The sharp command earns a low whine from Rene, his body weakens with submission.Lyrien had watched Rene sway, his hand close around his waist to lift him up easily; the boy is underweight and frail, even fit an omega, but looking at hi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE**Vidarr is his only hope. Soral has seen how strong he is, and he has been thinking of ways he may manage to convince Vidarr to help him against Lyrien, and now Vidarr has suddenly dropped this fatal announcement of letting him go. “I don't want to leave!” Soral states firmly, surprising even Vidarr, why is this omega so complicated to understand? Not that Vidarr planned on letting him leave but he certainly didn't think Soral will pass his test, shouldn't he be jumping at the opportunity of freedom?“I will safely take you and your friend down the mountain, if that's what you are worried about,” Vidarr presses on.“It’s not it. No, I won't leave !” Soral's knuckles turn white from clenching his fist so tight, still glaring up at Vidarr.“You have to be responsible for me, for everything you did!”"You are not even pregnant. . why should I be responsible for you?" Vidarr snorts, and Soral stares at him tongue-tied for some seconds. “Who knows?!” He s
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO **“I'm sorry…” Soral whispers, his arm tightening around Vidarr even more when he feels the giant stiffen. They stay like that for a few seconds, Soral didn't expect Vidarr smell to be so reassuring, especially since he can feel the anger emanating from him.Soral falters backwards, biting the inside of his cheek; his chest feels uncomfortable. Hurt. The barbarian hadn't embraced him back. Soral's gaze surveys Vidarr's muscular frame, which is smeared with mud in some spots; he has secured no wound from the fight just now. Not even a scratch. How powerful is this dominant Alpha? An idea suddenly blinks through Soral's mind; he wonders who would win if Vidarr and Rene's mate were placed in a fight. Holding Vidarr's still disappointed gaze, "Do you need me to bandage you up. . . I'll dress your wound!" Soral stares at Vidarr's leg briefly, and gulps, the wound has already healed. He'd merely wanted to do something nice for Vidarr, considering he had sa
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE **Vidarr watched Soral disappear into the woods, his frame getting smaller and smaller until the trees completely overshadowed him and a low growl curls in his throat, accompanied by the desolate feeling of loss. He should have known!Allowing him out in this open place was never a good idea in the first place. But these mountains are his territories, who dares to invade?!With a savage snarl, he rips off the sharp metal that has sunk into his foot and tosses it to the side. Blood drips endlessly from the wound, but he doesn't even register the pain. It's his fault for being so careless; he had been so distracted by Soral suddenly running and screaming for help that he had accidentally walked into one of his own traps. Vidarr smells the intruders, Alphas, maybe about three different scents, their stench mixing with his mate's, tainting it, something that emits another low growl from Vidarr. He surges forward, trees whip past him, and then he steps in
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED * *Soral runs faster, but Vidarr is rapidly gaining on him, his deep frightening voice growling at Soral to stop. Soral doesn't, he propels his much shorter legs forward, desperately praying to the goddess for a miracle. And then it happens. He hears the loud, painful hiss noises behind him that cause his legs to halt; Soral turns around, gasping breathlessly, only to find out that the barbarian is no longer chasing him. Vidarr has mistakenly stepped on a trap, Soral winces in horror, seeing the sharp metal thorns piercing into his legs and the blood dripping from it. His eyes lock with his captor's vivid ones that burn even more fiercely at this moment, "Don't go, omega," Vidarr's grunt of pain is freezing Soral's spine with hesitation. Soral swallows, the barbarian's piercing gaze searing into his, with plea, and also the same desperation that Soral is feeling right now. What is he thinking? He should be running away!"I'm s-sorry!" Soral murmurs the w
CHAPTER NINETY-NINE **Soral tenses the moment he hears the low scrape of metal—knives sharpening. Vidarr is preparing to leave again.After leaving those words in the air, the barbarians have refused to provide more answers. Soral is dying to know how Vidarr knows Rene and Lyrien.'. . .When do you think was the first time I saw you? Do you think it's on this mountain?. . . ' Soral shudders recalling those words. No, if he had met Vidarr before he definitely would have remembered! And why isn't Vidarr providing more answers? Soral sulks irritably, which worsens when Vidarr steps inside the cottage with traps and weapons in his hand. Every morning, it’s the same. The Alpha disappears into the forest to set traps and doesn’t return until late. The silence that fills the cottage in his absence feels heavier than Soral dares to admit. He hates the way he feels safer with the monster near than alone. It shouldn’t be like this."I'm leaving," Vidarr says flatly.Soral lifts his hea
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT**Rene's limbs are boneless, his body melting as every muscle surrenders to the overwhelming rush. Black dots swarm in his eyes from the final pulse of release, and even drawing a breath seems impossible.Rene craves the darkness; he wishes to pass out; even though his body continues to be in a rut, he physically cannot take it anymore. "No more. . ." He pants. Lyrien chuckles, the sound filled with lust and satisfaction and even a twinge of pity, but the sadistic part of him wins. "You are the only one who keeps cumming," His fingers squeeze Rene's sac, relishing in the whimper that moans from him; Lyrien toys with the toyed skin and several last beads of cum dribble from Rene's strained cock. "I haven't even had my full with you, so how can there be no more?" Rene shudders, his body still recovering from the powerful climax cannot utter any word. Lyrien's gaze lingers thirstily on Rene's release that coats his chest and abdomen, his eager thumb continues t
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN**Lyrien doesn't need to prepare Rene, the slipperiness from his heat provides enough lubricant for the bulbous head of his cock to push through. "Never mention other males!" Lyrien growls. It drives him insane to even think about it. "Only I get to satisfy you, get that?!"Rene collapses breathlessly on the mattress, his eyes tearing up from pleasure as Lyrien's cock stretches him beyond his limits. It feels like a persistent burning spear digging into him, His ear rings hotly with Lyrien's pleasured grunts. "Only I get to bury my cock so deep into you, to breed you with my sperm, you're only MINE!"Lyrien's arm tightens possessively around Rene's waist as he pushes more inches of his enormous aroused flesh into him. Both their pleasure-filled grunts echo as Rene's juices soak his cock.Rene's hormones are so primed, just the head of Lyrien's cock forces him to an orgasm, Rene's scrotum stretches painfully tight, and he cums with the most beautiful moans an
CHAPTER NINETY-SIX * * Lyrien still had some clan issues to discuss with his cousin, so he stayed behind. He was mid-conversation when a familiar scent breathed into his nostrils, infiltrating into his lungs. Sweet. Hot. Intoxicating. An omega's heat. Not just any omega, it's his! Lyrien storms out of the meeting tent, his narrowed predatory gaze scouting the village. His legs move rapidly, following the sweet trail. He spots Rene near instantly, and a low growl rolls from his chest, Deep. Angry. Jealousy, crawling through his blood, sharp, hot and vicious. The omega is without a shirt, showing off his lithe, pale body and swollen, aroused nipples for anyone who cares to see. And they are indeed staring; Lyrien's blood boils with thick, possessive rage as he notes the other predatory gazes eyeing his omega. He wants to claw them out and feed it to them; perhaps he will rip out their tongue, too; he won't even give them the satisfaction of tasting their own flesh. It'
CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE * * The judgement has ended, and most are already starting to disperse to do their daily duty, including Rene. He can feel Lyrien’s gaze penetrating the back of his skull even as he hastens his footsteps. His stomach hurts; perhaps it's because he had been so scared, he had been merely a second too late from stopping the executioner from severing Yara's head. Rene inhales deeply, and the restless stir in his stomach intensifies, causing the breath to whoosh from him in weak pants. No, maybe it is hunger; after all he has not had anything at all to eat today; Rene begins to walk faster; the cottage is his destination. A voice behind him halts his movements. "Rene, wait. . . " Rene whirls around, it's Luca. "Thank you. . . For saving her," Luca says, his eyes are tired but gleaming with gratitude regardless. Can it be considered saving if Yara's going to live in the dungeon? Rene thinks, feeling sorry for Luca; Yara is Luca's only sister, after all; he