All Chapters of Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Princess Yeri.I, Camille, and Mehera are standing together in the grand hall. Our eyes sweep over the vast space that would soon be transformed for the twin’s birthday celebration. The room is adorned with high, arched windows that lets in streams of golden sunlight, illuminating the intricate tapestries and marble floors. I am dressed in a light blue gown and my hair is styled in soft waves, a delicate circlet rests atop my head. I gestured with my hands, envisioning where the decorations and tables would be placed.Camille is standing to my right, she is wearing a deep green dress that complements her auburn hair, which was braided elegantly down her back. She has a keen eye for detail, pointing out areas that could be enhanced with floral arrangements and colourful banners. Her expression was focused, and often times, we burst into laughter as she continues tease me about this morning. She won’t let me forget about it even if I wanted to.Mehera is on the other side of the hall, i

Princess Yeri“Your majesty.” I say, for the first time and he doesn’t turn to look at me. Behind me, I can hear Alice being pulled away by the guards in order to be flogged. Diana and Beth are looking at me in desperation to do something to help her. One again, I pick my gown from the floor so that I can walk faster to pursue after him. “Your majesty—“ I say, and this time. I, myself can hear the crack in my voice. I need him to turn and look at me…I need him to reverse his command. By the heavens as he is walking away, he stops to speak to a minister and I rush over to his side.I stand behind, quietly—waiting for him to finish acknowledging the minister. The minister looks at me, wondering what is going on and he stutters as he addresses the king.“She—?” He says. King Ozar looks over his shoulders and finds me. Without acknowledging, he turns to tahe another step but I grab a hold of his arm. The minister walks away and King Ozar refuses to look at him. I bring myself to his vi

ContdAlpha King Orizon.“Your majesty?” Mehera calls me.The maidservants are done in preparing the blankets on the grass and I head back towards her. The picnic arrangement is set in a picturesque meadow on the castle grounds. A large, ornate blanket is spread out on the soft grass, embroidered with the royal crest and patterns of gold and burgundy. The blanket is surrounded by a variety of cushions for comfort. A low table had been placed on the blanket, laden with an assortment of delicacies. There are plates of fresh fruits, cheeses, and meats, as well as a selection of pastries and breads. A silver pitcher of wine stands in the center, accompanied by two finely crafted goblets.“Please, take your seat.” I say, scratching my nose. If I could rewind time, I would never let what happened the carriage happen again. Truly, it feels wrong…as if touching another woman was both disgusting and dishonourable. Why? What has changed about me? If it were Yeri, I would have never let go of he

ContdPrincess Yeri.“The king must not see us together.” Collins says.“I don’t care.” I say and he squints his eyes at me.“What do you mean you don’t care Yeri?” He asks and I exhale.“It is exactly what I said.” I repeat.“The last time he saw us together…” Collins says, stepping back as he remembers.“He almost killed you, his own brother, I saw it—”“No, you didn’t see Ozar’s nature. He could hurt you if he were to get a sniff of this.” Collins says and I become quiet. After seeing the manner in which the color of my face drains, he pauses and takes a step closer.“I need your help.” I say, unable to control the stream of tears that rolls off my eyes. And Collins, as if he knew the tear would be rolling off, he catches it with his thumb and I gaze into his eyes.“Do you still want to commit treason?” I ask.“How can I dare move along with it? It is my fault that you are here and your brother is nowhere to be found—”“Magnus is alive.” I cut him off.“You know where he is?” Colli

Princess Yeri.I place a hand on my neck, trying to feel the self-sustained injury on my neck but it isn’t there. I am gazing at Ozar, and he reaches one hand to me. My breath comes in short, sharp bursts as I try to process what has just happened.Without a moment's hesitation, my free hand flew through the air, landing a sharp slap across Ozar's face. His face turned slightly from the impact and I glare at him or at least for his reaction. My chest heaves with the effort of my actions and my hand I still pressed against my neck, feeling the residual warmth from where Ozar had been.“That is for making that mad woman drag me here!” I scream.“Why did you do that?” He asks, his voice holds a growl. What is this? He is concerned that I tried to hurt myself? I am not allowed to hurt myself but he can allow that wench do his bidding. I know Ozar, I have been studying him and to pull myself out of that interrogative situation, I did the only thing I felt he would react to. Hurting myself