CHAPTER SIXTEEN **"Everywhere is quiet, is it over?" Soral whispers, They had managed to escape from the castle, but the barbarians were lurking everywhere in these woods; Rene and Soral had seen hundreds of bodies of people trying to escape. Their lives brutally ended in a gruesome manner by the savages. The tiny space below the ground barely contains Rene and Soral, their muscles are painfully sore from being cramped up for long hours. Rene's eyelids are heavy with exhaustion; neither of them has closed their eyes a wink since last night. Rene is slightly confident as the hours go by that, they will not be found; this small hole used to be a storage for wine that has not been used in a long time. The earthy lid above them will completely shield them from anyone above. Soral sniffs in deeply, something is different about Rene's scent. It is stronger now. A blend of pheromones, pleasant ...Yet powerful, almost similar to an Alpha's scent oozes faintly from him. Soral's gaze
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN **"You're also Jaron's bastard?" Lyrien spits out the words, filled with utter disgust, A twirp of disappointment that he refuses to acknowledge and finally, anger, knowing that his special bond, which should be shared with his unique chosen mate, has been given to this enemy. His eyes fixate on Rene's skinny form, his protruding collar bone that is exposed by his torn, saggy shirt; Lyrien blinks away unfeelingly; the welfare of the 'favourite' son of Jaron shouldn't be his concern. ' How did this barbarian know they'd been beneath? ' The electrifying grey eyes pierce into the very depths of Rene's soul. Now that this barbarian is neither in a cage nor in chains, the broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger... More frightening, like his most terrifying nightmare coming to life. "P_please," Rene stutters, his eyes watering with tears from the harsh grip of the barbarian on his hair which continues to sprinkle fires of pain throughout his skull."I'm just
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN **Rene is anxiously confused when the thin material of his breeches fails to absorb more blood, and it ends up trickling to the ground. Strangely enough, he does not remember getting injured. His body feels dizzy, and his vision becomes blurry; just as his knees start to give way, he feels himself being swooped into strong arms; he is conscious of being lifted, but too tired to open his eyes. The familiar smell of pheromones suffocates his senses; he wants to sink his body closer to this warmth; Rene's eyes slowly flutter open, and he blinks rapidly, meeting the intense pair of gazes staring down at him. Dismay slurps up to his throat when he realizes that he is in the brute's arms, and he starts to struggle weakly. "Be still!" The sharp command earns a low whine from Rene, his body weakens with submission.Lyrien had watched Rene sway, his hand close around his waist to lift him up easily; the boy is underweight and frail, even fit an omega, but looking at hi
CHAPTER NINETEEN * * Rene remains glued to the spacious bed inside the tent; the polluting noise outside has died down, and everywhere is now quiet.Most of the nobles were killed; only some were spared to become slaves. Eren may even be dead too, Rene thinks. All the royal bloodlines were used as sacrifice, the barbarians burning them as offerings; their torture methods were grotesque, and stomach-churning. Even though Rene shares no love lust with his brothers, seeing Aston die so cruelly had shaken up something within him, the crawling web of petrification so deeply woven in his chest. This pregnancy has saved him from being skinned alive or burnt like the rest of them. Rene certainly did not expect the heartless barbarian to care about a child who may turn out to be a useless omega like himself. Rene jerks up, startled when the tent flaps open, and several people enter, crowding the room. Their clothing attire instantly tells him that they are servants from the Dahome tr
CHAPTER TWENTY**An invitation?Lyrien is unable to hide the surprise that gleams in his gaze. This Omega is more daring than he'd anticipated, to offer himself for sex like this and seducing him so provocatively!Lyrien expected him to show some sign of defiance, not this total submission, as though he'd just accepted his fate without any attempt to fight. 'He's so thin, how can he even carry a child?' Lyrien thinks to himself; he can easily crush Rene's fragile frame without lifting a finger.Rene is fidgeting like an endangered prey from this barbarian's prolonged intense stare. Did he say something wrong?He'd merely wanted to know if the brute had any task for him so that he could be free to retire for the night and, if possible, look for his friend. As he nervously toys with the hem of his shirt, little does he know of the spark of desire that burns fiercely in Lyrien's gaze.Lyrien cannot help his thoughts, that his new timid slave will probably not put up a fight if he
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE**"Argh, I don't want to be pregnant! " Rene bawls, his eyes growing wet and blurry with more tears as he empties the last content of his stomach into the container. He never expected the symptoms of pregnancy to be this horrible. It has to be one of the worst things in the world. A pure agony.The continuous vomiting makes his body feel hot and feverish; the cold baths do nothing to alleviate the heat, and most times, his body feels so heavy that he is unable to get out of bed."Just bear with it, it will be over soon,""Liar, you say that e_everyday!" Rene rinses his mouth, wiping his face with the towel Kai passes to him.He doesn't know anything about being pregnant, and with every passing day, fear and anxiety eat him from his insides. It is still difficult for him to accept that he has a life growing within him. An omega's pregnancy usually lasts about six months which means that he still has about five months to carry this thing inside of him. More te
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO**Lyrien steps out of the tent. The sky outside has darkened with stormy grey clouds as though it is about to rain.His long, heavy strides are filled with purpose and urgency. He ignores the bow from the warriors he walks past, and seeing their master's grave mood, they all clear from his path.How can one Omega make him feel so restless?That word is too mild to describe the irritability he feels. Haesir is right; he needs to purge this insanity from his blood and get rid of it entirely. It's not as though he has not attempted to ease this unbearable desire, but his body is always taut with revulsion each time he tries to have sex with anyone who is not Rene Both his mind and body only crave that Omega. It feels like he has been conditioned to find others' touch disgusting; maybe Yara is right after all. Having a weakness, especially for his enemy, is an abomination. The rigorous training session during the day provides a brief escape, but the nights are
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE**Warning: More strong, dark, mature contents ahead; including non consent sexual assault proceed with caution."No!" Rene breaks out in loud heavy sobs when Lyrien tears his leg apart, spreading him wide open.Lyrien takes extra seconds to admire Rene's perfectly naked body, from his puckered pinkish almost red nipples, his still flat abdomen, his small omega cock that is dripping wet from inhaling his Alpha pheromones and finally, his pale round buttocks.Rene tenses with rising trepidation when the heavy weight of Lyrien's sac settles his thighs after Lyrien has rapidly untied his breeches to reveal a large veiny cock, throbbing menacingly. Unforgiving like its owner. Rene's toes curl in pain when the head of the glistening cock pokes hard against his entrance."It won't fit, it's too b_big!" He cries in abject fear, stiffening even more to prevent the massive rod from impaling him."You took it well the last time!" Lyrien says dismissively, the pleas and v
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN * * "I want to mark you so deeply" Lyrien continues, grazing strong fingers down Rene’s exposed collarbone, "That even the stars know you’re mine.” “Lyrien,” Rene whimpers, dragging Lyrien from the daze he seems to have fallen into. “I want to spend every second here in this hut rutting with you, knotting you deeply until you cannot think of anything else, but me!” " he whispers, leaning even closer so that their lips nearly brush, but even so, their gazes remain magnetized. “So, I want to bury myself in you and forget the rest of the world exists. Is this... love?” Lyrien’s voice cracks at the end— with something fragile. Wounded. A moment passes silently, and then helpless frustration flashes across Lyrien's face. “I guess not,” he whispers. “Maybe because, I only know how to take, how to conquer and to own, perhaps this is all I'm capable of, Lyrien becomes blurred under Rene’s tearful gaze; the lost look in his mate's eyes, which is c
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN * * From a young age, Lyrien had been driven with the sole purpose of conquering lands and strengthening their clan. To redeem his bloodline. He had cut off every emotion that was linked to being weak, seen as vulnerable, and unfit. Engraved so deeply within him was the unwillingness to walk in his father's path and make the same mistakes. He had never wanted a mate nor to share a bond with anyone, and on the rare occasions that he did allow himself to think about it, a mate was only a means to an end. A power symbol. A tool for breeding. One would lead. One would submit. Simple. Controlled. But his very principle shattered the day this fair-headed omega stumbled into his life, sacrificed to him, and Lyrien had eaten his prey. Tasted the forbidden fruit. Even back then, Rene had radiated so bright, something so fragile, yet so beautiful, flooding that dark space with his warmth and light. And before Lyrien knew it, the icy wall he'd spent
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN * * Rene inhales deeply and the smell of breakfast wafts into his nostrils, and all of a sudden, his stomach feels very queasy. Sighing, he climbs off the bed; much to his luck, Lyrien is nowhere in the hut as Rene disposes of the unpleasant-smelling food. If Lyrien finds out that he has been skipping meals, there's no doubt that he will throw a fit, but these days, Rene has zero appetite; perhaps this is also an aftermath symptom of the heat he recently underwent. His attention shifts to the door, the loud voices outside gnaw at Rene's curiosity, but the first step he takes outside the hut fills him with instant regret. His feet sway as dizziness attacks his whole body. Ugh. . . Not again! The morning air is cool but Rene's skin feels overly warm, his breath hot. When will these symptoms pass? But Kai had told him it's normal to expect a few changes until his body readjusts to normal cycle. It shouldn't be this severe. Why are my own thi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE * * Luca stiffens slightly as his eyes land briefly on the particular female who watches him with a strong flicker of hope in her eyes. Deranged, dark eyes, but then it is to be expected that she has completely lost her mind. "Brother. . . You came to see me, right?" Yara grips the metal bars to her cell, her stomach is bigger now, heavy with child. "I knew you wouldn't entirely forsake me," For some seconds, Luca's gaze roams Yara's now scrawny features; her eyes are sunken and red; she is certainly not doing well in this foul-smelling environment. "I'll put to birth any time soon, I cannot give birth here! Lyrien changed his mind, right?" She laughs, high and broken. "You're here to get me out, I know you are! Does he want the baby now? Will I become the Lady Chief? Why won't he want me? I was there for him first!" She suddenly screams, tears assaulting her eyes at Luca's dead expression. Luca's expression tightens, at this moment, he doesn
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN * * Tears spill freely down Soral’s cheeks now, hot and silent. His body aches in too many ways to count, but it's worse in his chest, his heart feels like a raw, open wound. “I'm scared. . .”He grasps Vidarr tightly, meeting the barbarian’s dark, now lust-filled gaze. “What are you afraid of?” Even now, Soral cannot bring himself to answer. A past already forgotten, perhaps speaking about it will manifest it into existence. Late into the night, the fires are now dim, but the pair does not need an external source to keep them warm. Soral's exhausted body drifts off and for the first time in a long time, the nightmare visited. He dreams of the old village. A slave to serve the noble Akleris, but Soral hadn't always been a slave. For the first five years of his life, he had parents like every child. “We are family, aren't we? Selling you will feed us for a week, can you not do this much for your family?” “Besides, you are an omega, keeping you
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN * * Soral blinks twice, his frantic mind scrambling for a response, how did the conversation suddenly sway in this unwanted direction? What prize is this barbarian even talking about?! Soral's hand flies towards his neck, as though to shield it from Vidarr's lazily wandering gaze, his body quivering with sudden chills. Only a few moments ago, he thought he'd completely wrap this barbarian around his fingers. . . Or had he not? "So. . . Mark or not?" Vidarr drawls, shattering the momentary silence; a concealed smirk tugs on his lips as he watches his flustered prey. Soral feels ensnared by the mysterious gleam in Vidarr's eyes, is fate toying with him? How can he suddenly demand this?! "No mark!" Soral shakes his head vehemently, he knows only little about mating bonds, but he knows they will become family in the truest sense if he bears this Alpha's mark. . . Such an intimate tie, yet, meaningless to those who have them. He doesn't need blood tie
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE * * Soral whimpers, leaning up, his lips trembling as he joins it to Vidarr's "I’m yours. I need you." Vidarr’s control shatters. He seizes Soral’s mouth in a brutal kiss, plundering him without mercy. His hand yanks at the breeches clinging to Soral’s hips, ripping them down roughly with one hand, exposing him to the cold air—and to him. Soral clings to him, matching the kiss with frantic hunger, their bodies colliding as Vidarr fills him up in one solid thrust. Vidarr doesn't stop until he fills completely, and Soral, who adjusts past the initial discomfort, doesn't know if he can survive the pleasure of it all. Vidarr's hips rock into him with soft, unhurried movements. The pleasure is a slow build, bringing them higher and higher with each thrust. Their heavy breaths mingle together, bodies slick with sweat as each minute passes “Vidarr . . .” Soral whimpers, his fingers digging into Vidarr's shoulders as his scrotum tightens; Vidarr reaches
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT **"He stays outside," Vidarr's voice rings with cold finality, slicing through the chill air, leaving no room for argument.Soral stares at the smaller cottage, which is isolated some distance from the larger one he shares with Vidarr. His chest tightens."At least, for tonight, can't he—""No."The flat, dead tone silences him.Soral bites his lip, glancing at Tyr, who shrinks under Vidarr’s glare. Fear flickers in the boy’s eyes. Soral’s mind whirls with questions, so many things only Tyr can answer—what had happened in the village, how he'd ended up with Yori.They hurt him.The thought squeezed Soral’s heart painfully. His shoulders slump with resignation when Vidarr doesn't soften. Vidarr has agreed to take the omega with them, but he would be damned before letting him invade his and Soral's space."Now," Vidarr’s voice drops, dangerously soft; Soral gazes up at him as he continues "How about you finish what you started earlier, omega? Your litt