King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume Novels & Stories

"We need to scrub out the scent of the South Pack. And the lingering smell of that ex-boyfriend of yours. The King's scent is the only one you are permitted to wear." I glared at her. "Is this how the Lycan King treats his women? Scrubbing them down like livestock?" The youngest maid flinched, whispering, "The King has never had a woman in his chambers before, milady. He has waited decades for you." When they were finished, they hauled me out of the tub and forced me into a silk nightdress that felt as thin and fragile as a spider's web. They led me back into the main bedroom and pushed me down onto the edge of the massive bed.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

The real trial hadn’t been the meeting. It was whatever came after. Ivana’s perfume reached me before I entered the King’s private chamber, sweet, cloying, venomous. It curled around the air like smoke from a burning rose. She was already there. Of course she was. Drifting around the King like a vulture in a silk dress. A creature who fed on influence, on chaos, on whatever scraps of power she could steal while the King’s back was turned. She turned toward me with a smile, soft, gracious, and entirely false. A smile with teeth. A smile meant to provoke.

"These seeds a symbol of thy righteousness, May you forgive us for our trespasses; And live not with repugnance, Against us who were thy friends once" King Ralph continued reciting till to the last ingredient, the cinnamon. Its smell enveloped the whole room even my parents inhaled its scent. As the king submerged the last element, he mumbled his final piece. "Take this last offer, your once scent, In our holy book, this represents, Your individuality, your oneness with us, You're part of our blood, that will always last"

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

she breathed, the word barely a whisper, but it carried in the silent glade. A slow, wicked smile graced the king’s perfect lips. “Then let the anointing begin.” He did not lead her to a bedchamber. The mossy ground itself rose to meet them, forming a soft, fragrant bier as the king lowered her onto her back. The guards knelt on either side of her, their large frames blocking out the strange sky. The one with amber eyes, who she would learn was called Maelior, brought a hand to the neckline of her dress. With a single, sharp tug, he ripped the fabric apart, baring her to the waist. The cool air pebbled her nipples, but the heat of their stares made her burn.

He looked like he was already stripping me with his eyes. I shifted the weight of my feet from foot to foot while rubbing the back of my neck. The Lycan King did not answer. His eyebrows furrowed, and he sniffed the air. He scrunched his nose. My heart hammered against my chest. It felt like I was under study the way he scrutinized my outfit. “What is this irritating smell?” Did I smell bad? Did he not like the perfume I was wearing? “This is lavender, Your Majesty.” I thought lavender was supposed to arouse someone. Why was the Lycan King furious right now?

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

she said, and got up to her feet. She circled around the large desk and walked up to Kaiden. Her body was nearly pressed up against his, and her perfume filled the air around her. As though testing the waters to see what he would do, she placed a finger on his shoulder. “And now that you're here, my love, we can do this together. You as my king, and I as the queen that will usher in a new era into this world.” The perfume that he had been smelling became too pungent all of a sudden. It seized his senses, and dulled his mind. He coughed to clear his throat of the cloying fragrance, but he couldn't get away from it.

"Baby, I know what you are thinking. I myself am wondering. He must be a shifter but we couldn't scent what. Rie told me that she saw him several times standing outside restaurants and once outside a perfume shop." "Fuck! The man is clever. He knows how to cover his scent in public places." He encouraged his mate to lay her head on his lap to get some nap. They were more than an hour away from royal pack lands. Satisfied she was resting, he opened his mind to review all the scents he has encountered earlier, particularly from restaurants they passed by. He paused, remembering the smell of burnt flesh. Like meat on the smokeless grill. He had thought it was just that but he was wrong now. The