Alpha's slave, the eternal submission

Princess Yeri.I shudder on the long line of my people whom have been captured by Alpha King Ozar, the one rumoured to be the breathing dragon, a wolf whose bite is deadly and akin to a scorching heat that can only be found in a dragon’s breath. I bow my head, looking from one place to another, gazing at the gammas of the kingdom of Orizon who are turning my people into slaves after the war has been won. I gasp, tears trailing from my face and my hands clutching the cloak against my head.Just yesterday, I was the spoilt princess of Elanor who didn’t even have to pick up a spoon to feed herself. And now, I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know where my brother is. I don’t know if he is dead…I don’t know where my maid servants are. I gasp, seeing other young girls on the line who are being scrutinized by a group of gamma warriors…I don’t know where they are taking us or what they are going to do with us.The gamma warriors of Orizon have bodies that are augmented by radiation—they

Yeri.“Wow, his majesty has keen eyes. How did he manage to take note of her?”“Another jewel in his harem.”“I hope she survives the night.”“Look at her, she obviously won’t! She doesn’t have the strength of Orizon woman, she is weak and petite.”My lips quiver and I pale at the hums of their conversations. What is about to happen to me? Is he about to me his mistress? The burly looking wolf who stood next to King Ozar seizes me by my arm and drags me towards a waiting carriage. There is a team of beastly looking horses, their flanks adorned with gleaming armours, standing ready to pull the carriage forward. Their hooves pounds against the earth, kicking up clouds of dust.The carriage itself is carved from the finest oak, its sturdy frame bears intricate patterns of ancient wolf runes and symbols, one can tell from a mile away that it belongs to a very powerful king. A king who has descended upon my people and reduced us to slaves. The gamma hoists me into the carriage, his eyes c

Yeri.“Wear it!” The servants yells over my head and I close my eyes. In a sumptuously decorated chamber, adorned with silken drapes and intricately woven rugs, they gather me. Their attire is luxurious, reflecting the opulence of their surroundings. When I was brought in, the servants in the harem stripped me off my clothes against my rights and battered me with water in my nakedness. I was bare before them, and I couldn’t overpower all of them even if I wanted to.And now, they are forcing me to enter into an ill-fitting dress. All of the women are dressed in garbs that are exposing every skin on their body. The materials are see through, their breasts, and buttocks are out in seductive manners. This is below me, a dignified princess of Elanor—I would not conform to this. As I sit in the midst of their taunts, their laughter, and abrasive words, it tears my heart from piece to piece.“Listen to me, if you don’t come out of this chamber and make yourself available to his majesty…he w

Yeri.As I am pressed to my knees by two servants, my hands quiver and my entire body pulses with fear as I feel the air of the festivities change. I watched his eyes change into red fire, a fusion of his wolf and dragon bloodline. His chest quivered with every breath, muscles tensed beneath. Goblets of wine and platters of food fall to the ground as he steps away from the canopy.Before him, I am trembling, a stark contrast to his own unwavering stance. My once defiant gaze now falters under the weight of his wrath, my breaths shallow as I await his judgment. There is complete silence in the court after I failed to kill him—I cannot explain how but my hands failed to work when I saw that despite the cut I made on his neck, King Ozar didn’t falter or show sign of pain.“A slave raised a knife at me!?" His voice thundered through the space, resonating with the raw power of a storm at sea.“Cut her face, your majesty…let her leave with the scar forever!”“Beat her with a whip, your maje

Princess Yeri.The sounds of laughter snap me out of my thoughts. Since I wasn’t familiar with the castle and its turnings, King Ozar commanded a castle worker to lead me back to the harem which is an estate, nestled a few minutes walk away from the king's castle. I took note of it as I was brought back. This time, I was not thinking of how to escape but how to adjust to my new life.It is a secluded paradise guarded by towering gates and vigilant sentinels. I could tell that the gardens were once lush if not for the winter that has frozen the vibrant blooms. It has fountains, tranquil water features, hidden gazebos and secluded alcoves.My eyes took cognizance of the guards who were at the towers, standing at strategic intervals, ensuring the safety and privacy of the harem's inhabitants. Orizon wolves, they are of burly form, clad in armored uniforms while maintaining a watchful eye over the grounds. From the placement of the guards, it becomes obvious to know that nothing goes out