CHAPTER FOUR
* * Rene searches everywhere for Kyra, and after a long while, he finally finds her outside the castle. Kyra is gazing at the full moon; the soft breeze blows gently on her hair.Rene approaches her, relief pulsing through his blood and he completely misses the hardness in Kyra's gaze.
" I've been looking for you. I even went to your chamber, but__" He halts, not willing to talk about his unpleasant experience with Javier.
"We are already prepared to leave, what's left is the money,"
"You won't need it anymore,"
"What? Why? "
The sudden coldness he senses from Kyra snatches his throat with anxiety in a death grip.
Is she going back on her promise? Kyra's eyes glisten with hidden contempt as she cups Rene's chin softly, leaning closer to whisper."I have to tell you this, something terrible happened Rene__ your mother and your friend were caught by the guards, and they didn't succeed in leaving the gates,"
The blood drains from Rene's face, "N_no," He croaks, horror swirling inside his head.
His disbelieving gaze snaps to Kyra's, "How? You told me the old passage is safe, you assured me that they will make it!" Panic makes Rene's voice rise, and Kyra's gaze narrows in displeasure; she has spoiled him too much; that is her first mistake, and now this wretched boy thinks he can raise his gaze and his voice at an Alpha.
She quickly hides her anger. This is going to be fun for her; revenge is meant to be sweet, after all.
"I opened the passage as promised, but they did not even make it there. Your mother and your friend have been taken to the dungeon, the Chief will decide their fate later,"
Rene's weakened knees threaten to sink, his body flushing coldly with horror.
His mother... Soral. They cannot be in the cold dungeon, his mother will not survive it.How did their plan fail? His hopes crumbling to nothing.
"No!" Rene grasps Kyra's arm, tears of desperation burning in his eyes.
"Please, save them; you have to help me; my mother will die if you don't do anything, I'm begging you!"
Kyra's expression softens, and she reaches out to gently stroke Rene's hair. "Of course, dear brother," she coos. "I'll do everything in my power to help you. But you have to trust me, and do exactly as I say."
'Poor boy, don't cry yet; I still have a lot of surprises for you', Kyra laughs internally when Rene nods fervently. She almost feels sympathetic when she sees the tears of relief streaming down Rene's face.
' Don't blame me, dear brother. You betrayed me first and trampled on my kindness' She pats Rene's face, drying off his tears tenderly with her knuckles.
Rene jerks when several guards march towards them with bright fire torches, scanning the area until they find the person they are looking for.Rene is yanked away from Kyra by powerful hands.
"What are you doing? Leave me!" Rene screams, struggling against the powerful warriors, who bow briefly before the Princess."It's Chief's orders to bring him!"
Rene's despairing gaze wanders to Kyra, who wears a soft, reassuring smile; she leans to whisper to him.
"Go with them, I've already figured out a way to save you, like I said you just need to trust me, I will be shortly behind you"Rene is dragged into the castle and the Chief's private chamber; he is forced roughly to his knees before the Chief.
Anxiety causes Rene's stomach to roil with nausea when he looks around the large room to see his half-brothers present.
He bows his head cautiously, his heart beating ever so wildly that he is afraid that it will burst.
This is the closest Rene has ever been to the chief, and he is conscious of being the centre of attraction in the magnificent room.Chief Jaron breaks the nerve-racking silence. "You look exactly like her,"
Who?
His mother? Why did the Chief sound so irritated?Rene's head remains bowed, "Chief, please spare my mother; as you know, she's currently in poor health. Don't let her die in the dungeon!" Rene's pleas earn a few snickers from his brother; they scoff in disgust, unable to believe that this weak rat is their father's blood.
It is a stain on their royal honour.
Rene is filled with relief when Kyra walks inside and stands next to the Chief. She's here to support him ...
"Has the prisoner revealed any information, yet?" The chief inquires from Eren but his sharp eyes linger on the lowly omega that has been brought before him.
"He is stubborn and still hasn't spoken a word, we have tortured him quite a lot, still nothing"
Chief Jaron sighs, massaging his temples tiredly.
"I knew it wouldn't be easy to break him, but I cannot help but feel that it is suspicious that his whole clan has been keeping quiet about his capture too, we need to get him to speak to find out what they are planning,"
Rene shudders as he feels the Chief's hooded gaze fixate on him again.
"Come closer, boy" The chief beckons to Rene with his fingers and when Rene gets close enough, he tilts Rene's head upward using the tip of his footwear.
"I heard quite an interesting rumour that my prisoner was captivated with you?"
"W_what?" Rene's enormous eyes dominate his small oval face.
"N_no Chief" He makes another sound as if he is strangling. His fear is palpable, but it is too much, more like utter horror. Where did such rumours come from?
"That is true, several people who attended the public celebration attested to it."Kyra supplies the answer the Chief is waiting for, and Rene's wide, frantic eyes snap in her direction.
What is going on?
"T_that is not true!" He cries hopelessly. "That barbarian does not know me, how can he b__be" Rene cannot utter the words. It is unthinkable to be linked with that brute who is an enemy of their clan.
He meets Kyra's gaze briefly once again and sees something flash in her eyes, it is gone too quickly before Rene can interpret it. Is she telling him to still trust her?
"You are so disappointing, just like the wench who gave birth to you, I have a task for you if you succeed, I will pardon her along with that slave boy who helped her escape"Hope and a flicker of fear vibrate through Rene's body when Eren and Aston hand the Chief two separate vials.
"You will add these portions to the prisoner's meal and give it to him; you have to ensure that he takes it."
"Is it p_poison?" Rene stammers, staring at the green unsettling liquids in the vials.
Why does it have to be him to kill the prisoner?
His knees unwillingly move back a step, his hands trembling as he unconsciously tries to distance himself from the Chief's imposing figure.
"N-no, my Lord," Rene stutters, his voice barely audible. "I-I don't want to kill anyone."
Chief Jaron's expression darkens, his brow furrowing in displeasure. "You dare refuse me? Are you forgetting that your mother's life is in your hands?" he growls, his voice low and menacing.
Rene's face pales; he knows he is bound to obey, he cannot lose his family.
"I-I'm sorry, my Lord," Rene whispers, his voice cracking with fear. "I'll do it."
The chief's gaze narrow, his eyes glinting with a cunning, calculating light.
"This isn't poison; it's simply a newly developed medicine that will turn our dominant Alpha into a weak, useless Omega like you!"Rene gasps inwardly; it is his first time hearing that such a deadly drug exists. "B_but, why me?"
"We don't know how the drug will work, but this medicine will definitely make the Alpha go into a mad rut. Do you even know what that means?" Aston asks and Eren scoffs.
"I doubt he knows that, did you forget that our boy is a virgin whose limp dick is only for fancy?" Eren's laugh turns evil when an embarrassed blush stains Rene's face with a red flame.
"I mean that our prisoner will want to fuck ceaselessly; our females are too precious to serve him, so you will be there to satisfy him; we finally found something you may be good at, after all." Aston's explanation drenched Rene's body with horror, sweat dampening his skin, and a frightened plea leaves his mouth.
"No, please, don't do this to me!" His cries are ignored, and Eren adds cruelly. "The barbarians don't mind fucking with the same sex, I'm curious to see how it happens though"
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CHAPTER FIVE**Rene is escorted to the royal kitchen by several guards, his blood rises with trepidation when Hugo hands him the tray containing food meant for the prisoner. "You better hold it well," Hugo, the servant head, sneers when the tray nearly slips from Rene's shaky hands. The rumours have spread amongst the slaves of how Rene had planned to escape with his mother. Hugo thinks that the punishment is too light; flogging the scums to death or drowning them in boiling water had been the punishment for slaves who tried to escape the clan in the past."I wish that I could be there to watch you get ravished by that monster." Hugo smirks at Rene who shoots him with a glare, forgetting their status for a moment. "I want to see the princess just once!" Rene pleads with the guards, but they don't pay him any mind.Kyra may be his only hope if he can beg her more to help persuade the Chief__"Leave us, I want to speak to him alone," Kyra enters the kitchen, and the guards, cooks,
CHAPTER SIX**Javier rushes through the castle hallway; the gossip from the servants has already reached his ears. Without money and an ailing mother, how did Rene think it would be easy to escape or even survive outside?Javier cannot dispel the worried feeling and guilt that Perhaps Rene had made this hasty decision because of his constant pestering. Did his advances scare the boy into trying to leave the castle?As Javier bursts into the long hallway which will lead him to the Chief's chambers, he is stopped by Princess Kyra, his fiancee; she stands in front of him, a smile gracing her soft features. "I was just on my way to you; there are some things I would like us to discuss""Out of my way!" Javier grits impatiently,"Our marriage is only several days from today, can we not at least respect each other?"Javier usually isn't this cold to her, but right now he has more pressing issues that cannot wait. "Not now, let's discuss later"He sidesteps Kyra, but her voice follows a
CHAPTER SEVEN**Rene wants to cry, he wants to scream, but his throat feels patched and he can only stare In terror and complete aghast. Isn't this barbarian's ankles supposed to be chained to the wall? Then, moving so close to the door should have been impossible.If this Alpha can easily cut off the chains around his wrists and ankles and move freely, then has he only been pretending to be restrained__? Escaping should be easy for him.The few thoughts in Rene's head scatter like a gust of wind when the chains rattle against the dungeon floor and a strong beefy arm snatches around his waist, pulling him against a solid chest. Rene's heart skips a beat when the captive's hot breath brushes against his ears.The heat emanating from the barbarian's skin where he touches Rene makes his flesh burn."Did you not drug me so that I will rut with you?" Lyrien growls with cold rage mixed with thick lust that oozes straight from his groin. His feral fangs are drawn in a savage snarl, and h
CHAPTER EIGHT ** Lyrien's thrusts grow more frenzied. Brutal. Merciless. His hot engorged cock slams cruelly into Rene's ass hole with a primal intensity. Three days.It has been three days and three nights since Rene is trapped in this mindless rut. His body has already been fucked over... And over again. This brute has knotted him countless times.Rene's eyes flutter open briefly, then close again, and a strangled pitiful whimper squeezes out of his torn throat. His broken nails clench against the dungeon floor, and he weakly attempts to crawl away from the Alpha. Rene's mind is a haze of pain and pleasure, his body has been stretched beyond its limits.Lyrien growls in warning, his arm encircling Rene's waist to yank him to meet his hard thrust. Rene cries out from the sheer brutality of each thrust.His mind recoils in horror, wondering how long he has been trapped beneath this Alpha's body, but still, his body continues to respond, to writhe and twist beneath this brute's
CHAPTER NINE**Javier has devoted his life to being one of the protectors of his clan ever since he was a young fourteen-year-old male. He has served his clan loyally for fifteen years, becoming one of the best warriors and rising steadfastly in ranks.His father, who used to be the right-hand warrior to the Chief, had died during one of the numerous battles with the Dahome, and Javier has been trained since his childhood to take over his father's place. His position, serving the Chief directly will be official once he gets married to the princess. Gaining power and fame is important, it is what everyone told him. He had tried to let go of his emotions and not allow love and lust to rule him, marrying Princess Kyra will elevate his status and make him one of the most respected male, but as the days to their nuptial ceremony draws closer, Javier finds that he is more and more exceedingly unhappy. He wants Rene. Most days, the need makes his body throb achingly. Damn the Clan rule
CHAPTER TEN**"D_Dead?" Rene chokes. He shakes his head rapidly in denial even as red, hot, grievous tears start to burn in his eyes. "She died a__ peaceful death," Kyra soothes; if only Rene knew that she had been waiting impatiently for him to regain consciousness only so she could deliver this piece of news to him herself. Vera had not gone peacefully. The wretched woman cried bitterly, begging Kyra to allow her to see her child just once. Kyra had gladly informed Vera about what Rene was doing at that moment, being forced to rut with a barbarian. Vera's frail heart had not been able to withstand what her son was going through. It was not the cold, what killed her was the heartbreak. Kyra had been irked when Javier had released Rene from the dungeon, delivering this piece of news can be said to be her means of payback.Rene's brain is still deeply fried in denial, "No, no, she can't die!"Grief and sorrow shivers down his spine, creating goosebumps on his skin. "My mother c
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 SEVENTY-FOUR**"What are you doing, omega!"Vidarr's dark eyes latch onto Soral's panicked ones as fierce as they can be, and embarrassment spreads through Soral with such fury that his cheeks redden. Caught in the act, Soral is too stunned to speak. His eyes unwillingly fall downward again,, and his lip drops open in an alarmed shriek when the massive organ which is pointing towards the roof continues to jerkrhythmicallyly, the tip oozing out pearly fluids. "I'm . . . I'm sorry!" Soral's lips wobble as he clenches them to fight back tears. "I didn't mean to make it a-abnormal""Abnormal?" Vidarr scoffs, the intense look is replaced by something different. . . A strangely dark emotion that Soral cannot read and yet he squirms uncomfortably beneath the scorching heat of it. "Indeed, you've made it abnormal, omega" Vidarr's amused gaze watches his omega's face intently, and surprise flares through him when Soral dramatically turns even more crimson; his large honeycomb eye
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE * * A sound jerks Soral awake. It is a groan. His captor's groan. Soral sits up and turns to look at the barbarian who is lying beside him. Vidarr's severe breathing and the fire cackling are the only sounds in the room. His body is shaking vigorously, and he is mumbling in his sleep; the guttural sounds that escape his parted lips closely remind Soral of a wounded wild creature. The barbarian continues to toss and turn, while Soral watches with conflicted emotions. His captor is having a nightmare. Should he wake him? Sweat makes Vidarr's skin glisten, his murmurs grow louder, and Soral can almost make out what he is saying. "Rhona__No__Rhona, Please__ Please don't!" He gasps, his brows are tightened, and moistness gathers around his eyes. Soral feels as though it isn't just about the physical pain. So, this dominant Alpha can be vulnerable too? He is not the savage warrior at this moment, this powerful man looks deeply haunted. Soral finds
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO * * “What?” Rene's breath shudders out of him, he can only gape openly at Lyrien. Lyrien’s hand slowly lifts, shaking as it traces Rene's cheek and the tears running down his face like a pure crystal stream. His thumb brushes over the moist as his dark eyes trace Rene's features, as though committing his face to memory. “I already decided that when you wake up, I'm going to let you freely choose whatever you want to, I won't interfere with your life anymore." Free? Rene's stunned expression is replaced by a misty rage that floods through his eyes. He smacks off Lyrien's hand from his face, as a sharp pang of acrid resentment courses through him. "You won't let me die and wither. . .?" Rene sneers, temper rising again, and exertion causes his heart to beat even faster until black spots swim around his eyes, but he refuses to faint. "You are going to let me go. Such nice words!" He hisses, a hysterical laughter bubbles from his dry parched throat. "Is
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE * * Black. Blur Black. . . Then, blur again. He blinks weakly to clear the haze in his vision and then his brows twitch slightly, his mind growing foggy with confusion. It takes no more than a second for the memories to attack, all of it, each painful piece, stabbing his numb heart and forcing it to skip a beat. Disbelief . . . Disappointment. . . Anger Why? Isn't he supposed to be . . .dead? He doesn't feel any physical pain, his body is numb, yet his heart pounds uncontrollably with dismay. The familiar surroundings of the large tent propels Rene to shut his eyes, willing the once merciful darkness to return. He had been on the brink of sliding away. . . On the edge of oblivion, and he had been ready. So why does this cruel fate decide to give him a second chance? Rene shudders from a mild tingling sensation that travels across his neck and down to his spine. Something is wrong. Within him, Rene cannot place it, yet he feels as though s
CHAPTER SEVENTY * * The wolf jumps in the air, its canines bared viciously, preparing to feast on its frightened prey. Soral's eyes shut close, anticipating the pain of being shredded apart. His teeth sink hard against his bottom lip. A second blows past like a soft wind. No pain comes. Maybe he is already dead? A loud crashing sound jerks his eyes open. Shocked and too numb to react, he can only stare at the sight in front of him. It takes several seconds for him to realize that he is not imagining things. Vidarr. He is present in the flesh! Soral watches with a mixture of fascination and morbid shock as Vidarr struggles with the large black wolf on the ground for a few moments, grasping the beast by its thick neck. "Watch out!" Soral lets out a blood-curdling shriek when another wolf jumps high in the air to attack Vidarr. The Alpha and the wolves continue to struggle, and Soral doesn't think he will stand a chance against these scary creatures. Soral wants to ru
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE**Soral jerks awake from the dreadful dream.He exhales raggedly, the nightmare felt so real, where the Dahome barbaric leader had gotten to Rene and wrecked havoc on the small village. Thankfully, it has only been a dream. The morning starts slowly, and Soral grudgingly watches the Alpha move about. Some minutes later, Soral is served the meal, which consists of dried fruits, smoked meat and some vegetables. He meets Vidarr's watchful gaze and instantly looks away, shuddering inwardly. Soral has no appetite, but he also has no wish to upset his captor, he does not want a repeat of what happened. His face flushes deeply with memory, it had been nearly impossible to fall asleep. Those long torturous hours during which was forced to be so close to the barbarian, and the way those muscular arms of his had drapes possessively around his waist all night long.Soral nibbles the food slowly, fully conscious of the opposite eyes searing into him. Just as the night b
CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT **Lyrien burst into the tent, his heart racing with a mix of fear and urgency. His eyes lock on Rene's restless form instantly. His face is contorted into a grimace of pain, perspiration drenching his pale skin; as he turns wildly on the bed, Amala and a maid struggle to hold him down. The sound of his ravaged breathing and the cracking sound of burning incense permeates the air. "Get away, no don't touch it, it hurts!" Rene screams again, shoving Amala with his flailing hands just as Lyrien join them in two hurried strides."He won't allow me to touch the wound on his neck..." Amala says helplessly.Lyrien's eyes narrow at Rene, who appears to be in another shuddering episode of pain. The yellow and green inflammation on his neck is already worse than it was a few hours ago, and the infection has begun to spread all across the whole area of his neck."If it spreads to his chest. His heart may stop beating. . . " Amala says, "At this point, it's up to his wil
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN * * Lyrien knows that some of his warriors do not agree with his choice of camping in the middle of nowhere, but when it comes to what's important, Lyrien cannot risk his mate's life by travelling in his critical state. He has already informed Haesir to lead most of their troop back to their settlement. Lyrien's hand reaches to touch the already-healed spot on his forehead where Rene had attacked him with the bowl, and he scoffs, his lips twitching slightly. His omega has been the one who escaped with the enemy and even tried to sever their bond. Yet, he still behaves with a brazen lack of guilt, acting with an air of innocence which Lyrien finds unconvincing. Those wide hazel orbs which have been pleading with him only a moment ago and willing to do anything to appease him are now shrouded with a stubborn hate-filled glint. . . "You burned down half of the world just to search for him. You finally got him, yet, you don't seem any better," Haesir remarks,
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX * * They ride for what seems like hours with the burning village behind them. Rene's thighs are numb, his butt sore, the muscular arms wrapped around him is too tight, crushing his ribs. His whole body aches and his throat feels scratched from dehydration. He feels particularly weak, the wound in his neck throbbing slowly. Yet, no complaints leave his mouth. Words are not needed, it's unlikely that the Brute will listen to him anyway. His tired eyes flutter close as his head falls limp against his captive's broad chest. The moment his omega's head collapses on his chest, Lyrien feels the burning hotness of his skin. "Rene!" Two fingers tap Rene's chin. No response comes. "We take a break, set the camp!" Lyrien orders the warrior to halt. He scoops Rene's unconscious form in his arms and jumps down from the horse, for the first time, he notices Rene's red flushed skin, his teeth chattering with cold despite the scorching heat of the midday sun. The