Sold to the Barbarian Alpha King

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

Khal Drogo.Did her omega wards fail to feed her? Do I need to punish someone for that? I roll my jaw but besides that, she’s fine with me having a harem?The silence that follows her words is telling. No one here actually believes she means them. Not Micah. Not Throgo. Not even me.She’s intimidated. Vastly. By me, by this kingdom, by everything she does not yet understand. If I were some human king, some docile counterpart of hers, would she still agree to it? I highly doubt it. But I have never been the kind of male to bend at the will of a woman—queen or not. Her opinion on the matter holds no weight."Really?" Throgo drags his tongue across his teeth.I know him. I know exactly why he’s bringing this up. He wants to test her. To gauge strength or lack thereof, in the human girl who now sits beside me. And now. he has his answer—she is soft, docile, breakable. His ridiculous little investigation should end here.I turn to him with a warn. Enough.He knows better than to push me. I

ContdAkemi Ravenscar.When Kie returns, I still haven’t collected myself.My body feels off. I’m still warm between my legs, still moist—an embarrassing reminder of what just happened. When he leaned against me—I felt his porousness.He was hard, but unbelievably soft too. A contradiction.“Are you okay? Was the king—upset?”I hear her but I don’t answer.What did he just do to me?I’m humiliated, not just by my reaction but by the fact that he could walk away so easily. Detached. Unaffected.There are eight days.Eight days until the consummation.Eight days until my secret is revealed. Eight days are nothing. They’ll pass in a breath.And when he finds out… will he sell me himself? I never lied to him. I never said I was a virgin but my stupid brothers just assumed so. Therefore, how could I stand before a werewolf king and tell him otherwise?I saw his rage over something as simple as human fabric. If that’s his temper over clothes, what will he do when he learns the truth?"Queen