All Chapters of The Alpha King's Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

12 years later. Present. The commander knocked on the door once as he heard an authoritative come in. Inhaling deeply, he stepped inside and was greeted by the king's powerful presence. Ragnar raised his gaze as his sharp eyes set on the commander with ease. "My Lord, all the preparations have been made, the guests have arrived, and the security is doubled," the commander said earning a lazy hum from Ragnar as he stared at the small mirrors on his table that had the paintings of the women his mother wanted him to pick from. "Very well, Nate, you may leave," Ragnar dismissed the commander who bowed in respect before stepping out. Nate was an Alpha himself. But he wasn't a dominant Alpha. There were rarely any dominant Alphas left in the world, while most of the majority were Alphas and betas. The only rare ones were the Dominant Alphas and the female omegas. It had come to the point that everyone believed that no female omegas were there in the world anymore. There were only male

Ragnar was a bit too late in reacting as he jerked back, causing the dagger to slice through his arm. That girl didn't even finish the whole attack before she launched another attack at him with the intent to kill. This time he was fast. Ragnar moved in a flash as he grabbed the dagger from the sharp edge. It was a silver dagger as it burned his skin, but he didn't care. By now, he was fuming in absolute rage as he glared at the woman. He yanked the dagger out of her hand and tossed it to the ground rather roughly, making it pierce into the soft soil as the handle bar vibrated for a second before coming to a standstill. That girl pulled out another knife from her dress, and he had had enough of her. Ragnar lunged for her throat, but she was as fast as he was, dodging his attack and trying to lodge the knife in his chest. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed it harshly, earning a whimper from her. The knife dropped from her hand as he applied more force to break her wrist, and at the sa

The sound of boots echoed through the ruined throne room like drums of doom. Ragnar’s fury was palpable, like a wild storm ready to devour everything in its path.“You were a hundred alphas,” Ragnar seethed, circling Nate and the rest of the wounded soldiers like a lion among broken prey. “My finest. Chosen. Trained. Raised under my roof. You were supposed to be unstoppable.”Not a soul dared to respond. Bloodied warriors knelt with shame in their eyes, heads bowed. Ragnar stopped in front of a soldier missing an arm, his face bandaged and stained with dried blood.“And yet you come back like dogs chased off by rabbits,” Ragnar spat. “Three of you are dead. Eight more won’t hold a sword again. And not a single omega in chains?”His voice roared across the hall like thunder.“An omega organization did this to you?” He laughed coldly, a mirthless sound. “What’s next? You’ll tell me a pup made you piss your armor?”One man twitched at the insult. Ragnar noticed, and that was enough.He gr

Ragnar rode at the front, towering atop his black horse like a shadow carved from obsidian. Not once did he glance back at the chained slaves dragging their bruised, bloodied feet across the stone-paved path that led into the heart of his kingdom. Their bare soles kissed the cold ground, skin torn and reddened from the relentless journey.The massive iron gates groaned open with a resonant creak, echoing like a growl through the valley below. Two days ago, these same gates had opened to receive his battered, bloodied, and humiliated soldiers. But now things were different. The King returned triumphant, dragging the rebels who dared raise their weapons against his throne behind him.His people were out there watching with wide, curious eyes, lined on the street as they shuffled back, making way for the King's caravan to pass. Murmurs erupted like wildfire in the crowd.Their curious eyes roamed the slaves, and a few frowned on them while many Alphas had their eyes set on the omega fema

The clinking of chains echoed in the silent halls as Freya was dragged through the castle corridors.Despite being bound in massive chains, she could walk properly, yet they wouldn't let her walk on her own. Her bare feet barely caught on the polished floors because of their brutal hold, the thick iron cuff around her ankle scraping at her skin with every step. The guards were holding her as if she were a savage beast, their hands tight around the chains as if afraid she'd strike.And not to forget, they were the alpha guards—the strong soldiers of the kingdom. Afraid of what? A little omega! As per what their king likes to call her. Freya didn't know where exactly they were taking her. To the throne room? Did their king finally decide to give her her punishment for rebelling against him, or was he simply ready to kill her and get it done with? A certain part of her was scared of what might happen to her, but the greater part of her was calm and composed. Freya didn’t resist.Her