King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was like I was in a hypnotic state and had only one mission—to find the source of the hypnotising scent. As I took a turn down the corridor, my eyes caught sight of a strikingly handsome figure, and I came to an abrupt stop, the mesmerising blend of cedar wood, musk, and a sweet hint of lavender hitting my nostrils like a tsunami. “Mate!” I breathed out, and he growled, our voices in sync. Underneath the entrancing sweet scent was an undeniable, raw power that could only be exuded by one Alpha. The Alpha King! King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms.

Third PERSON'S POV Two servants clean the Queen's opulent chambers, gathering all trash into a single basket. One picks up a bottle of perfume dumped by the Queen under the massive bed. It has little contents remaining. The young servant opens the bottle and inhales. A smile graces her tired face as the rare scent of the true mate if the Angel Kings enters lulls her senses. "Wow! The perfume is incredible!" she exclaims. Her counterpart joins her and inhales the perfume too. "I have never smelled something so lovely! I think we can keep it since her Majesty had thrown it away," she suggests.

Zephyra I’m uncomfortable with the way they keep sniffing me, but I can’t do anything about it. I feel their breaths brush over my skin as they sniff, and the discomfort crawls all the way down my spine but I keep still anyway. I don’t know enough about this kingdom, and the little I have learned has been terrifying. Reacting wrongly would be the quickest way to die, so I keep my thoughts to myself. “I still can’t believe the king actually wants her. No king has ever shown interest in something this….odd,” the blonde one mutters.

The page revealed the man’s mark. A wolf beneath three waves. Shigure dropped to one knee. “The first king.” Raiken seized the book. “How?” The glass cut his palm. Blood touched the page. New words appeared. THE RESTORED KING REQUIRES THE LAST QUEEN’S LIFE. The archive doors slammed shut. Every broken crown turned toward me. Scene 107: The Price of Restoration The crowns began whispering. One voice became ten. Ten became hundreds. Give her back. Raiken threw the glass book across the chamber.

They were a brilliant, glowing gold. He looked down at me with pure disdain. He reached out, his large, warm hand grabbing my chin. His grip was entirely unyielding, forcing my face up so he could inspect me. He leaned in close, taking a sharp breath through his nose to scent me. My heart hammered violently in my chest. Before we left the pack, our doctor had forced me to drink a bitter herbal concoction. It was designed to suppress my natural scent, making me smell like a completely ordinary, unremarkable Omega. The King’s golden eyes narrowed. He smelled nothing but a weak runt. No spark. No connection.

“Noted. But you’re still wearing it.” I pointed the fork at him. “I will stab you.” “Promises, promises.” By day three, he wrinkled his nose. “You smell like wolfsbane.” I froze. Shit. “I work in the kitchens. It’s everywhere.” “Again with that nonsense? You’re going to stop wearing it.” “And what, smell like roses?” “Soap.” “You can’t order me to change my scent.” “I’m the Alpha King. I can order you to jump off a bridge.”

He gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head, I don’t know how many times today. As I looked at the doll with a smile, Alpha King gently patted my head and said softly, “Never lose that smile.” We continued our journey toward the place where natural potions and perfumes were made. A white-haired witch greeted us with the scent of herbs and a friendly, wrinkled smile. “There’s a perfume that can make your mate unable to resist your embrace,” she said playfully. “I can’t look away even without perfume,” Alpha King said quickly. The old witch chuckled. “Of course you would, Alpha King.”

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"

The court hadn’t been the trial. What came next was. Ivana’s scent reached me before I entered the King’s private chamber. Sweet. Heavy. Suffocating. It curled through the air like the ghost of something burning—floral, delicate, and unmistakably venomous. She was already there. Of course she was. Drifting near the King like something that didn’t belong—and yet had rooted itself too deeply to be removed. A vulture dressed in silk. A creature that fed on influence, on chaos, on whatever scraps of power it could steal when no one was watching closely enough.