All Chapters of Sold to the Barbarian Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Khal Drogo.When I laid my eyes upon her, something strummed in my chest. Her lips were as red as blood. Skin as fair as snow. The human girl looked fragile, too pure for a wolf like me. Her hair, more white than blonde—crowned her head yet fell in waves down her back. I have met many women in my lifetime, yet in an eternal lifetime, this human girl, Akemi, would pale goddess Aphrodite.It was her scent that sprang my feet. Then, it was her eyes that kept me in front of her. Green. The color of fresh moss, they unnerved me like a man going to battle without his weapons.She is small—fragile even—dwarfed by my size. I am easily four times her weight, and yet, when I held her face in my hands, her lashes fluttered, delicate like the wings of a trapped butterfly, daring me to be gentle. To me, her entire being is a contradiction to all that I am. And then, there was her face, so innocent, petite nose, leading to a rose bud lip—it arrested me the most.When I touched her, it was as though

Khal Drogo.“Was she pleasant?”I look up at Ozaiah, my female beta.She is a wolf who has won many battles alongside me, beaten countless males and earned her place through strength. I don’t answer her question. One, nothing happened between me and the human girl. Uh…Akemi, let me pretend like I do not remember her name. Two—I’m not fool enough to admit that nothing happened us.“When I heard she survived the morning. I was impressed. Your mark alone would’ve killed most, let alone sharing your bed. History will speak of this for centuries.” Ozaiah jokes again, and I catch Clifford, cleaning his sword and chuckling under his breath.I return my attention to the map in front of me, gently shifting the chess-like pieces that show how much more territory we’ve conquered before the blazing winter. Basgiath is expanding. Refugees are coming here from other werewolf realms to seek the safety we provide but they will not leech off me.We will have their sweat and their skills—we need fisher

Khal Drogo."What do you think you are wearing?"My eyes rake over her disgraceful excuse for a dress—fabric that reeks of humanity, nothing of the title she now holds. I take in the sight of her, waiting for her to offer an explanation, but all I see is her lips trembling like a leaf caught in the fucking wind."I said, what are you wearing!?"She flinches, recoiling at the edge of the courtyard stairs. Pathetic. I rarely raise my voice unless I am in my war room, unless I am commanding men on the battlefield. But at this level of depravity, I will yell."Your Majesty, please—it’s my fault." the omega ward behind her pleads. "I should have told her how strict the castle’s policies are.""Please, don’t punish her." Akemi’s voice is a whisper meant only to be taken by the bustling wind but I catch every word. "It’s my fault. I’m not used to your culture—I just wanted something familiar."Familiar. Her word rings in my head but I know humans—they take things they do not understand as be