All Chapters of Traded Off To The Beast : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Liora's POV)I knocked twice before entering my husband’s chamber.“Your Majesty?”There was no answer.I glanced at the seamstress waiting a few steps behind me. She held a large garment bag against her chest, her expression carefully neutral, though I could tell she was beginning to lose patience.“I'll speak to him,” I assured her. “Please wait here.”She dipped her head.I pushed the door open.“Your Majesty, the seamstress is here. She needs you to—”The words died in my throat.My husband was standing beside his bed, shirtless, with his hands resting on the waist of a woman whose lips were firmly pressed against his.For a moment, I couldn't move.Then the woman opened her eyes.Our gazes met over my husband's shoulder, and she smiled.A small, satisfied smile.She's just not any woman. Not one of his many concubines. She's his second wife, the wife brought in to give him what I haven't been able to.Worse, she used to be my best friend.“Your Majesty,” she greeted, making no e

(Liora's POV)“You cannot be serious,” I whispered, the words barely carrying across the heavy silence of the room. A cold dread settled deep in my stomach, turning my blood to ice.“I am entirely serious,” Alistair replied, his voice devoid of even a trace of warmth or remorse. He smoothed the front of his coat with agonizing precision. “Verkhane demands satisfaction for an insult to their crown. Compensation in gold or land will not move a king who has more of both than he knows what to do with. But a pure-blood Omega? An offering of rare blood to appease his appetite? That is a gesture fit for a king.”“I am your wife!” The words tore from my throat before I could stop them. My hands trembled as I stepped closer to him. “I am the Queen of Solmora! You cannot simply hand me over to a monster like a vessel of wine!”Alistair’s eyes darkened, and in a single swift motion, he grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening until the skin turned pale. “You have been Queen in title only, Liora. Fo

(Liora's POV)“On your knees.”The command came from one of the royal guards.I stood in the middle of the throne room, my wrists still sore from where the guards had held me earlier. The plain white dress felt unfamiliar against my skin. Without my jewellery, my royal robes or the crown that had once rested upon my head, I barely recognised the woman reflected in the polished floor.Alistair sat on his throne with Seraphina beside him.I looked at him, hoping that perhaps he would reconsider. That maybe, after the court had emptied and the anger had passed, he would remember that I was his wife.But he only gestured impatiently.“Kneel.”I didn't move.The guard behind me pressed a hand against my shoulder and forced me down.My knees struck the cold marble.Alistair didn't even look at me as he reached for a document on the table beside his throne. He dipped his quill into the ink and began writing.I watched his hand move across the parchment, unable to hear anything but the faint

(Liora's POV)The doors to the audience chamber opened.I was ushered inside by two palace guards, their hands firm around my shackled arms. My footsteps faltered as I crossed the threshold, and I instinctively lowered my head.The room was enormous. Tall pillars stretched towards a ceiling decorated with intricate carvings, while enormous windows allowed the fading afternoon light to spill across the polished floor. Several people stood along either side of the chamber, dressed in fine garments and military uniforms.But none of them held my attention for long.My eyes had found the creature seated at the far end of the room.The Beast King.He was in his werewolf form, not wolf form, and he was unlike any werewolf I had ever seen.His enormous frame towered over the throne beneath him. He sat upright on two powerful legs, his massive clawed hands resting on the armrests. Dark fur covered his body, thickest around his shoulders and chest. His broad muzzle, pointed ears and enormous f

(Liora's POV)A knock sounded at my door the following morning.I had barely finished dressing when Mara entered with a middle-aged man carrying a leather medical bag.“Lady Liora, this is Royal Physician Cedric. His Majesty requested that he examine you.”I stood up.“Good morning, my Lady,” the man greeted me with a courteous bow. “I hope you slept well.”“Good morning.”He placed his bag on the table and gestured towards the nearby chair.“May I?”I nodded and sat down.His examination was thorough but not uncomfortable. He checked my pulse, asked about my general health, appetite and previous illnesses, and examined the bruising around my wrists left by the shackles.“Have you experienced any recent illness?” he asked.“No.”“Any persistent pain? Dizziness? Difficulty eating?”I hesitated.“Occasionally, I experience stomach discomfort. But nothing serious.”He made a note.“And how was your sleep last night?”“Not very good.”“Because of your journey.”I looked down at my hands.