All Chapters of Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

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

Alpha King Ozar.“Your majesty!”“Your majesty!”“Your majesty!”“Enough!” Agnes squeals at Yeri, landing a slap across her face and she squeals in shock. I do not look back at the scene and neither do I say a word. I have had it up to here. Collins was smart enough to run when he saw my men sniffing the area. And if I were to bring him here, he would clearly disregard Yeri like he has never seen her before.Yeri is dropped to her knees and Agnes steps beside me.“Punishment for a slave who tries to escape her masters is either to be flogged or to be stripped naked and imprisoned to pass a message of discipline.” Agnes says and I nod.I haven’t said a word yet. I haven’t turned to look at Yeri because it bothers me. If I were to turn, I may feel that chord in my chest and it by force me have mercy on her. But I have to remember that I am Ozar, I am king and leave no room for repetitive mercies. This is not the first time I am forgiving her. Tonight, was the day I picked to reject her

ContdPrincess Yeri.“Your job is to soothe his nerves.”“Due to your kingdom and it’s problems, the king has double responsibility to take care of.”“Plus, we must not forget how you tried to escape and how you are such a headache. If at any point in time, I hear the king yell, or growl at you. I will get that whip and let it be one with your skin.” Agnes says, her face is resolute—you would think she was a leader of the king’s warriors. There are lines of wrinkles on her forehead and a mouth that only ever demanded discipline. I know she is cruel. I saw how she did not think twice about lashing me. I should be wary of her.“Yes.” I answer. “Take the left to meet the king. And next time, wear something that fits your station. I have provided you with harem dresses but you still find a way to make them modest. You ought to dress for the king, not yourself.” Agnes says and I don’t reply this time. How dare she tell me to do that?Thankfully, the doors to the king’s private chambers a

Princess Yeri.“All for her!?” Jessica yells, she is one of the harem women who has filled the space, they are gathered in numbers and thier eyes are following the trail of royal servants who walk into the courtyard. A few minutes ago, I was called downstairs by Teresa to receive the verdict of King Ozar. At first, I was afraid as to what she meant by the verdict of King Ozar but to my surprise….“Behold."“For Consort Yeri, the king has sent a chest of treasures. Inside, you will find the finest gold jewellery, crafted by the kingdom's most skilled artisans.” Gladys says in a loud voice, pointing towards the carved chest.The ladies gasp when they hear this.The next servant steps forward, holding the shimmering bolt of silk."From the king's personal collection, a bolt of silk dyed in the deepest of royal blues. This fabric is so rare and exquisite, it is intended to create gowns that befit your new status." Gladys says and the ladies shriek again, in an even greater manner. Next