All Chapters of Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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 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

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

ContdAlpha King OrizonI step out in irritation to confront this new disturbance. The echoes of the Mistwalkers’ have finally faded because the dowager has given Yeri what she wants. We have gotten only a brief silence which has now been shattered by the shrill wails of Mehera.You would think that after the uproar caused by the Mistwalkers, the castle would have fallen into a rare moment of peace. But no, Mehera's lamentation fills the void, louder and more grating than ever.I finally reache her. A king’s presence should be enough to silence anyone, yet Mehera continues, oblivious to my approach. I look down at her hands wringing in distress.“Why is no one doing anything?”“Why is no one saying anything? Yeri was one of the veiled women! I saw her. I saw her. She took my place—”“Please!” She cries.“The king is here.” A maidservant tells her and she snaps her neck to find me.“Your majesty!” She screeches. The desperation in her eyes is obvious, and without a second thought, she

Queen Yeri. For the first time, I stand in front of the grand palace—the wing that belongs to me as the new queen of Orizon. It is called the Court of Virtue. At the entrance is a majestic golden wolf statue which stands as a sentinel, its eyes are seemingly watching over anything that passes. Archways, like portals to other realms, leads to various chambers. It is a cathedral of stone and marble, towering ceilings that have beautiful frescoes. Again, gilded designs and emerald-encrusted pillars. I hate Ozar but this place is beyond words. I clear my throat, glancing left and right at the unsettling silence that has filled the space. There are no servants bustling about, no maids attending to the finery, no stewards ensuring the smooth running of this household. The emptiness gnaws at me. I pause, wondering why the halls are empty of attendants but the quiet is suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps. Gladys rushes into the entrance and she exclaims, "Your Majesty!" My heart