6

Alpha King Ozar.

As the grand doors of the villa swing open, the sound of beating drums heralds at my arrival, echoing through the grand halls of the castle like thunder announcing a coming storm. Each rhythmic thud reverberates off the stone walls, sending vibrations coursing through the air and stirring the hearts of all who hear it. At our recent victory over the Elanor kingdom, I am holding a celebration in respect for my warriors who took the forefront to attain my heart desires.

Thus, I hold a festival of food, drinking, and dancing. From the core parts of the city, I invite dancers and whores to consecrate the celebration. If any of my warriors are lucky, I allow them choose any woman they desire from my harem. Servants circulate, offering goblets of wine and trays of exotic fruits and delicacies imported from all corners of the empire.

The central courtyard of my villa is transformed into a magnificent feast, with tables laden with an abundance of food fit for a king. Roast boar, platters of fresh seafood, and exotic spices tantalize the senses, while skilled chefs work tirelessly to prepare culinary delights in open kitchens. As I walk into the scene, my men jubilate and beat their chests, a sign of praise for the feast I have prepared in appreciation for the glory they brought to Orizon.

I walk into the canopy of crimson and gold, my seating area which commands attention with its grandeur. It is a raised platform, draped in sumptuous fabrics embroidered with the royal insignia. Fragrant incense fills the air, its heady scent mingling with the sounds and aromas of the celebration. I rest, laying my side on the lavish cushions and pillows as the circus workers entertain at the middle of the scene.

“Your majesty, all your consorts have prepared to serve you, which one should I bring out.” Agnes says and I exhale for a moment. There is only person that has been on my mind ever since I travelled to the camping grounds this morning.

“Yeri, bring her out.” I state.

“Don’t tell me you are smitten.” Kaine says, pouring a goblet of wine for himself, his wife is right next to him. Kaine is my elder brother whom by law is supposed to ascend the throne instead of me. However, I am on the seat because destiny said so. Kaine is kind hearted, he does everything by the book and he is actaully one of my brothers whom I can trust.

“I have the most beautiful women in the empire to my advantage. Why would I be smitten by the enemy’s sister? She is most beautiful, charming, Aphrodite has nothing on her but I’m still a dragon wolf.” I answer, toasting to his goblet.

“If she’s a princess, she will uphold her honour first, your majesty. Yeri will be unwilling to reduce herself to a whore.” Camille, my sister in-law says, her hands are on the shining emerald necklace that she is wearing.

“I bend wills, Camille.” I reply.

“Are you really going to leave the chancellors to find you a queen? Don’t you even have qualities that you are searching for?” Kaine asks.

“What does it matter?” I ask, rolling my eyes because at the end of the day, I don’t have a mate. Being a dragon blood, a wolf with such sporadic formation…my aura is very potent and unruly. It cannot bow and it cannot submit. I don’t think there is a female wolf whose aura can bend mine.

“If so, I would like to introduce you to my cousin, your majesty? She is brilliant, wise and beautiful.” Camille says and I nod my head, my attention is on the circus entertainment. All of a sudden, at the corner of my eyes, I see her walk in, each of her step echoing the rhythm of the drums playing in the background. Her entrance steals my attention completely, and I cannot hear what Camilla is saying anymore.

My eyes rob her dress, adorned with intricate patterns and shimmering sequins, catching the light as she walks towards me. Although, she covers her exposed skin with the fabric, it is unlike what the women in my harem wear. Despite hiding her feminity, every warrior in the room is gawking at her, preying their eyes over her like a predator that we are.

“Your majesty, this is not the kind of outfit we gave her…she is covering up. She caused a lot of trouble with the girls too.” Agnes says, bowing at my side and I look at Yeri whose face is held in confidence.

“Take the scarf off.” I demand, as she stands in front of my canopy and the entertainment continues in the background.

“I can’t, your majesty.” Yeri says, I can see her hands quivering even as she tries to stand up for herself. It is a full room filled with people that are not of her kingdom or values. She’s basically in enemy camp, all by herself.

“You can’t or you won’t?” I ask, placing my goblet of wine on the table and giving her my whole attention.

“Your majesty…”

“You are a slave making demands to a king. Don’t you know your place yet!” With a thunderous roar, my booming voice carries across the room, dominating the space with its forceful presence. Caught off guard by the intensity of my outburst, her movements falter as she takes a hesitant step backward. Fear flickers in her eyes, her body tensing with apprehension in the face of my presence.

Without patience, I grab a hold of the fabric she is using to veil herself and I tear it off her body. With such surge, the fabric tears off her skin and the impact makes her propel forward, falling into my arms. There is cheering from the warriors in the room all at once as I bury my nose in her skin, it is soft, creamy notes of vanilla and she pushes me away. However, my grip is firm and her face is red at the position I have ascertained.

Holding her with one hand, I undo the ropes of her skirt easily, locking eyes with her and letting her see that it is what I deicide that goes forth. I trap her under me, I haven’t used a quarter of my strength on her yet, I’m literally playing catch with her but her life is dependent on this.

“Should I place a mark at this empty spot so that you will realize that you are my property?” I ask, baring my teeth and leaning into her neck as way of toying with her.

“D—don’t.” She utters, hands are on my chest as she tries to push me off but I do not budge for a second. I cannot even feel it.

“Why? Do you have a mate?” I inquire, rising off her and she retreats away from me but I watch her hands go behind her back and pulls out a blade. Without a moment to rethink her decision, she points it at me, grazing my neck, an attempt to kill me.

But you know, I let it happen just to see how much she hates me.  How much she hates the man who took over her kingdom overnight. As blood tickles from my neck, my gammas rise on their feet but I raise my hands in the air, signalling them to hold their defence and not interfere. The blood stain my rubic and everyone is quiet.

“You worthless woman! Agnes, put her to her knees at once.” Camille yells.

I look at Yeri once again. Her hands are shaking but she raises the blade in the air once again, propelling it towards me and I slap it out of her hands in irritation, rising on my feet.