CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN**Lyrien attention is buried in the maps and documents that he has ignored for far too long, thinking of ways to strengthen their defences when Kai enters. "You can't continue to cage him from going outside, even the baby needs some fresh air!" Keeping Rene inside is for his own good and safety, Lyrien doubts that Rene will be welcoming to all the current changes in his home.He gives Kai a dismissive look, but Kai doesn't move from his spot, his eyes glowering daggers at Lyrien. " Since you've chosen to accept him, can you treat him better? Do you even understand what he is going through? He's recently lost his mother, and even this morning, he even tried to__to__," Kai halts, blinking rapidly as he realizes he has nearly exposed Rene. He curses himself silently for he tends to ramble uncontrollably whenever he is upset."Tried to do what?"Kai flinches slightly when Lyrien instantly straightens up to his full height, his attention no longer on the document
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT**Rene barely recognizes him; he has to do a double take, and it's hard for him to keep standing when the strength is sucked out of him.Eren is surrounded by a cluster of Dahome warriors, his bloodied body jerking from the force of two warriors thrusting into him at once. A large group of other males stand by, cheering as though this is some sort of sport. Another male steps forward—undoing his breeches as he did so, he silences Eren's painful screams by grabbing a fistful of Eren's hair and yanking Eren's head back until his neck is arched and he shoves the entire length of his meaty cock into Eren's throat. Rene looks away, unable to bear the sight of the savages rutting, his stomach is revolting with dread and nausea.Eren is an Alpha, and getting humiliated and used like filth by this crowd of barbarians, which includes even Betas. "Keep looking!" Lyrien orders, grasping Rene's jaw and turning his head towards the public display. Rene grows even more te
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE**"What are you asking me?" Kai can barely keep the surprise from his voice as he stares at Rene who looks every bit serious. "I want him to keep me," Rene's voice trembles as he draws his knees closer to his chin. "I don't want to end up like Eren..." Since ancient times, it has always been normal for the weak to bend to the will of the powerful, clinging desperately for survival. Is it so wrong if he tries to do the same thing? Kai's lips tighten grimly; it's all Lyrien's fault; what was he thinking making Rene watch that horrid sight? Now, the poor boy looks haunted and tortured beyond helpKai feels so sorry for Rene, but his observant gaze also catches the sudden hardness in Rene's eyes, a glint of willfulness that has not been there before, Kai simply wonders if something else has occurred to bring about this swift change. Rene's fingers clutches his stomach, the warmth pulsating into his palms, spreading like roots into his soul.It isn't just about n
CHAPTER THIRTY**Their gazes clash and holds, and Rene feels like a lump of bones as he approaches tentatively. His body quivers when he is standing before the brute; both are naked, and Lyrien towers over him greatly with his huge size. "What are you doing?" Lyrien growls, his eyes searing with suspicion, unused to seeing this boldened side of Rene.Never would he have thought that Rene would take up the offer. His alpha instincts are roaring to the surface when he spots the Beta now watching Rene with unhidden interest, humming his approval at the omega who wants to join them.Lyrien wants to pluck out the Beta's eyes, Rene's body should be for him alone. No one should see his nakedness but him!Jealousy and a murderous rage at Rene for teasing him so bravely threaten to rip a fierce growl from Lyrien's throat.He is still confused about what his omega is possibly up to when Rene reaches out a shaky hand and starts to caress his hard abdominal region, just as he has seen the Be
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE**Rene's heart flutters rapidly when the Beta touches his neck, and shame pierces him like daggers when the Beta urges him to take Lyrien's cock again whilst whispering almost sweet words of encouragement.Rene's entire body burns until he turns a deep shade of red, and yet he opens his mouth wider, afraid of disappointing Lyrien and upsetting him again. . .He takes more than half of it, the silky head of Lyrien's cock hitting the back of his throat, the Beta massages Rene's throat soothingly when he gags. "You are almost there,"Rene wants to please, and to let this brute acknowledge that he is pleasing him but when he looks up, Lyrien's expression is hard and utmost terrifying, his eyes are like the dark grey clouds on a stormy day. Only more intense. More scarier. Rene's heart thuds faster even though he realizes that Lyrien isn't staring at him, the cold expression is focused on the Beta. Relief hits him and at the same time he ponders what the Beta has do
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO**Lyrien releases the Beta, whose body flaps like a fish drawn out of water; the male drops to the floor, barely alive, his neck bent at an awkward angle."Get him out!" Lyrien barks the order, and Rene is further shocked when two burly warriors enter the tent as though they have been outside and waiting for this command.Rene wants to disappear too, his senses still reeking with horror over what just happened, he staggers to his feet, and barely takes a step away from the Alpha whose rage is boiling over the whole tent like a furnace. Lyrien's prey doesn't get far out of the tent when he pounces at Rene, grabbing his waist possessively. "Where are you going, MATE?" He growls out the words, his eyes blazing ferociously.Rene's body freezes, and Lyrien's tightens around him like the cold hands of death."Please. . . Don't hurt m_me!" He jerks, startled when Lyrien suddenly spins him around to face him. His eyes snaps close in reflex, fully expecting Lyrien to st
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE * * That's how Lyrien found him when he returned to the tent. The candles are out, his mate snoring softly on the ground, and his arms are carefully placed around his abdomen as though instinctively trying to protect the life there. Lyrien's steps pause, his jaw flexing, and as though sensing his brooding presence, Rene cowers in his sleep, shrinking himself into a tinier ball; the action tightens a fist around Lyrien's chest. He hates not being able to control these rush of emotions. Having Rene's body for his sexual gratification should have been enough, yet he wants more. . . His piercing gaze takes in Rene's shivering form, 'He is sleeping so freely as though he is not afraid of catching a cold!' Lyrien seethes, but his dark expression smoothens as he leans to scoop his mate from the cold floor effortlessly. Rene feels so soft in his arms, and Lyrien feels as though he will shatter if he holds him too hard. He gently places Rene on the matt
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR **In the early hours of the morning, Soral crouches low inside the stable; it is one of the duties he has to perform every day. His mistress only ever takes her bath with fresh cow milk. The sun is just starting to rise, the warm rays deflecting through the holes in the wooden shed and as he performs his task, his mind is preoccupied with various thoughts so much that he fails to notice the brooding giant who had followed him inside the shed until it is too late.Soral sniffs, unwillingly smelling the strange Pheromones which causes him to spin around and suck in a sharp breath, a startled gasp leaves his mouth when he sees the savage leering down at him. His heart starts to hammer painfully, unable to tear his gaze from those of the dark beady ones of the barbarian.Horden. Every slave knows how foul-tempered Horden is, how he greatly torments slaves and ends their lives for his amusement.Soral had noticed the ominous glances that this barbarian had always
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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