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8. Chains and Thorns
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The Alpha King's Omega 19. Marking
Slowly, the wind ceased to sweep past her. The world stopped spinning for her. The roar of the crowd dimmed. The blood. The screams and the broken bodies. All of it faded into a silent chaos of blur.All Freya could hear was the echo of his words again and again, circling in her mind like a mantra.“Then bear my mark, little omega.”Her heart had ceased to beat for a fraction of a second when she heard him and registered his words before her heart started beating again at a wild pace.Her body locked up, her throat clogged up. It was as if someone had placed dozens of stones in her throat and she couldn't breathe. Her tongue felt heavy and foreign in her mouth as it refused to comply with her. Refused to move to her demands.Time folded in on itself.She stared at Ragnar. The very monster in royal skin.He stood above them all, smug and calm, a god in his own twisted myth, hands behind his back like this was a negotiation, not a public execution.Mark her? He was such a sick bastard.
The Alpha King's Omega 18. Bloodbath
The moment the horn sounded, the world slipped from beneath her feet.It wasn't a sound, it was a sentence. A curse. A violent cruelty that twisted the air into panic and despair.Freya stood frozen at the center of the arena, her bare feet digging into the rough sand as chaos erupted all around her.She had faced monsters. She had lived through pain. But this?This was her nightmare.Not because she feared death.But because she feared what she was about to witness, what her innocent people were about to become.A silence stretched for a heartbeat as panicked eyes looked around in raw fear. Her people were all innocent. She couldn't let her people die. Ragnar was doing this deliberately.She noticed how every single one of her people was hurt, beaten, they had dried blood and bruises on them. Ragnar will pay for this."We need to calm down-" Her voice was low, but she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widened when someone among her people moved.A warrior. One of her people. He rushed t
The Alpha King's Omega 17. The Dungeons
The cold wasn't just a sensation, it was a sickness. A creeping thing that gnawed at the bones, settling deep into the marrow like rot.The dungeon cell was not a chamber, no refuge. It was a tomb carved into ancient stone, soaked in the blood and memories of the damned. The walls wept moisture, green with mildew and slick beneath the faintest touch. The air hung heavy with the scent of rusted metal, urine, decay, and something worse. Something that whispered of hopelessness.Rats scurried through shallow puddles that had gathered in dips of the uneven floor. Their tiny claws scraped and splashed, their red eyes flashing in the gloom like cursed jewels.Freya stood chained at the center, wrists bound in rust-bitten iron, arms yanked above her head, shackled to a bolt in the ceiling. Her cloak had been torn away, her once-sturdy garments now nothing but fabric clinging to dried blood and bruises. Her hair hung in damp, tangled ropes across her face. Every breath dragged fire through he
The Alpha King's Omega 16. Captured and Shattered
The world shattered in a single breath.The forest that bordered the shore fell into an eerie silence, as if nature itself feared what was coming. The night turned heavier, the shadows darker, the scent of danger slithering into the air like a serpent.Freya froze.Her bare feet rooted to the sand, dripping wet cloak clinging to her trembling form. Her fingers slowly slid toward the blade tucked into her side. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, louder than the crashing waves.That voice.Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh.She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it.There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him.Ragnar.His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her.He looked like a beast risen from hell.But what terrified her more than the way he looked was the expression on his fac
The Alpha King's Omega 15. Poisoned Freedom
The silence screamed louder than any storm. The clouds rumbled wildly on the dark sky, turning into a greyish canvas of darkness and sorrow as the rain poured hard and fast.Freya jolted awake because of the thunder that made everything rattle with its immense power.Her body ached, raw, bruised, and exhausted. The dim candlelight carved jagged shadows on the stone walls, mocking her trembling form as she sat up with a gasp, clutching the thin blanket around her body. Her frantic eyes searched the chamber, and she was in her servant's quarters. Her heart thumped in her ears.Her throat was raw, her lips torn, her wrists a ring of fire.She didn’t remember falling asleep. What she remembered was Ragnar’s savage heat. His scent was all over her. His hands. His teeth. The feel of his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting her like she was his toy, his prey, and not a person.“No…” she whispered hoarsely, shaking her head as tears brimmed her eyes and within seconds they streamed
The Alpha King's Omega 14. Scent of Submission
“You smell… different.”His voice was low. Velvety. A dangerous whisper that prickled across her spine.Freya didn’t turn.She couldn’t.Because the heat of his body was right behind her. Too close. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his energy humming like a live wire. His presence wrapped around her like chains.Her throat tightened, and her pulse quickened.“The effects of the herbs must be wearing off,” he murmured.Freya didn’t move.Her heart thumping wildly as she tried to remain calm. His scent was so potent in the air. It was triggering her scent as well.Ragnar moved.She heard the whisper of fabric as he took a step closer. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her braid aside, slowly exposing the pale skin of her neck. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.He inhaled deeply. She could hear the sound of it as goosebumps rose on her skin.“You’ve been masking your scent,” he said quietly, like a revelation. “The effects of the herbs have
The Alpha King's Omega 13. Escape Plan
Freya didn't say anything. She waited silently for him to say the words. Probably her death sentence or something, but she didn't expect what he said next. "You and your people will be working as slaves for my castle." He said, and she simply stared at him. "This is your punishment," He said, and she was left muddled. What did he mean by that? This was the punishment? A punishment for rebellion was death, so why was he making them slaves? It wasn't that she was against his decision or didn't like it. What simply concerned her was why he was keeping them alive? What was his motive? Why was he being kind to her? To her people? It felt too good to be true. Ragnar straightened as he took a step towards her. Freya did her best to stay stoic and keep standing in her place. "You'll be provided with servant quarters. Guards will always be watching you. You must obey and be perfect servants. That's all." He said as he came to a halt in front of her. His gaze moved over her features. She
The Alpha King's Omega 12. Beneath the King’s Gaze
The scent was the first thing she noticed.A fuzzy blend of sandalwood and smoke, something ancient yet disturbingly familiar, seeped into her consciousness. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy. The softest sheet brushed her skin, and for a fleeting moment, Freya thought she had awoken in heaven. Am I dead?She thought. But the sharp throbbing pain in her feet, the dull ache in her bones, and the heaviness around her heart quickly brought back the flashbacks of last night: her conversation with the king, his maniacal punishment, those broken shards, and along with them came the pain. Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes blinked open to dim candlelight casting golden shadows across carved stone walls. She blinked several times to adjust her blurry sight. The bed beneath her was massive... too massive. Satin sheets, warm and rich, tangled around her bare legs. She tried to stir as pain erupted in her feet, going all the way up to her legs and her whole body. She felt
The Alpha King's Omega 11. The Shards Between Us
She still refused to answer him. Freya knew the only things she could say would make him go mad, so it was better for her to keep her mouth shut. But then again, her silence was making him madder. Freya would never admit it out loud, but this man scared her to her bones. She could still feel his leniency towards her. His grip wasn't rough enough to break her jaw; he was being delicate. She couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with her. She tried to kill him. He found her, and instead of killing her, he sent a healer to heal her. Maybe he wanted to toy with her. For his entertainment. For peace. Or simply revenge. "Nightmare," She let the word slip with a slow, deliberate pause. Her eyes were fiery, dead set on him. "You've no idea what a nightmare is," She whispered. Eyes locked with his. Ragnar's eyes narrowed, and he was quick to notice a fragment of a faraway look in her eyes, which was gone the very next second. "You should've thought a million times before attacking m
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