The thick doors of King Alpha Ulrich's chambers creaked open with a somber sound, echoing in the silent corridor. Ulrich advanced with steady steps, his imposing figure filling the space as he entered the room. His piercing gaze assessed every corner of the room before settling on the young woman waiting there.
The young woman bowed before him, a respectful gesture that did not escape the king's keen eyes. She was indeed a vision of beauty, with her black hair cascading in soft waves and her eyes blue as sapphires, shining with restrained nervousness. Her white gown contrasted with the darkness of the room, illuminating her with an ethereal aura.
The atmosphere was charged with tension emanating from the two protagonists in the room. Ulrich, imposing in his royal posture, watched the young woman with penetrating eyes, while she, trembling and apprehensive, awaited his instructions.
"My King," she murmured, her words laden with submission and fear.
Ulrich approached her, his large hands lifting the young woman's chin so their eyes met. His rough fingers gently touched the young woman's soft skin as he studied her with cold interest.
"Where do you come from?" he asked, his deep voice echoing in the silent room.
The young woman swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Ulrich's authority over her.
"I come from a village on the southern side of the kingdom, my King," she replied, her voice trembling and unsure.
Ulrich released the young woman's face with a brisk gesture, his eyes shining with an intensity that made the young woman instinctively step back.
"From a village," he murmured, his voice tinged with disdain. "Does the village have a name?"
A tremor ran through the young woman's body, her mind in a whirlwind of fear and anxiety.
"I... I am very nervous, my King," she murmured, struggling to remember. "I... I can't recall."
The young woman remained silent, nervous about Ulrich's reaction. She watched as he moved away and poured a glass of wine, her mind spinning with uncertainty about what would come next.
Ulrich turned to face her, the wine sparkling in the glass in his hand. His eyes met hers, his expression unreadable.
"Lie on the bed," he ordered, his voice authoritative.
The young woman swallowed hard once again but obeyed, moving carefully to the bed and lying down on the soft sheets. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for what was to come.
Ulrich walked towards the bed, his imposing figure dominating the surrounding space. His eyes fixed on the young woman lying before him, and a malicious smile danced on his lips.
He watched the young woman lying before him, her black hair spread on the white pillow. There was something about her that intrigued him, something that didn't quite fit with the image he had of the women in his pack. But for now, he decided to set aside his doubts and allow himself to enjoy the moment, at least for now.
The tension in the room reached its peak as Ulrich approached even closer, his presence filling the air around the young woman.
He approached the bed with heavy steps, his presence dominating the space, until he stood directly over the young woman. She held her breath, not knowing what to expect from the feared Alpha King. Ulrich's golden eyes fixed on her, assessing her with intensity, as he spoke his words with authority.
"I hope you fulfill your part," Ulrich said, his deep voice echoing through the room.
The young woman, lying beneath him, looked him in the eyes and replied.
"I'm here for that, my King," she said, her voice sounding firm despite her nervousness.
Ulrich leaned over the young woman, took her hands to her waist and lifted the gown slowly until her breasts appeared. The young woman remained still, avoiding looking at him, for she doubted if she was enjoying it, and by the way Ulrich was testing limits. He pulled her pants down, tearing them off with all his strength.
Ulrich accompanied by his eyes and the tips of his fingers the legs of the black-haired young woman, who immediately shivered. He slowly moved up to her sex... The brunette was already giving all the signs that she was ready, as the king wanted. Ulrich smelled the skin of the pretender, who couldn't stand it any longer due to the excitement.
He licked her intimacy with the desperation of a hungry animal. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan, grabbing him by the hair and making him suck her sex even more, while he squeezed her breasts. Then Ulrich put his hand down and stuck two fingers inside her. She started to moan, but he raised his head and placed his fingers on the lips of the black-haired young woman and said.
"Don't moan, you're not here to feel pleasure."
However, as soon as he focused on the young woman again, she couldn't contain herself, so the King grabbed a piece of her dress and stuffed it into her mouth... And penetrated her all at once. She wanted to moan, but the only things that came out of her mouth were:
"Hmm, haaam, haaa..."
He squeezed her breasts harder and pushed her hip as if that were the last thing he was going to do in his life. She was sweaty, tired... but certainly wanted more, more of him.
The king squeezed her breasts harder and harder and also thrust harder and harder, to the point where she came in an overwhelming way. He put her body close to his, held the black hair of the young woman tightly and thrust with all the force he could, while she was in a sequence of orgasms, she no longer had any control over her body, and she didn't want to have it.
However, when the King's hands tangled in her hair, he felt something strange. Black powder spread across the king's hands, staining his fingers and revealing the truth. He recoiled abruptly, an expression of disgust crossing his face.
"You... you're an impostor!" he growled, his voice filled with indignation.
The young woman fell to Ulrich's feet, her eyes filled with tears.
"Please, my King, forgive me," she pleaded, her voice full of despair.
Ulrich stared at her coldly, his heart hardened by betrayal.
"There is no forgiveness for those who dare to deceive the King," he declared, his voice echoing with authority.
He turned towards the door and ordered the guards who were lurking:
"Guards!" The guards entered immediately, ready to carry out the king's orders.
The young woman looked desperately at Ulrich, her hands extended in a gesture of supplication.
"Forgive me," she murmured, but her words fell on deaf ears.
"Take her to the tower," he ordered, his voice resonating through the room.
The guards promptly appeared and surrounded the young woman. She looked at Ulrich one last time, a mix of despair and resignation, before being taken away, condemned to the fate that the Alpha King had decreed for her.
***
As the carriage entered the imposing gates of the Northern Vale Kingdom, Phoenix was awestruck by the grandeur and beauty of the place. She watched in wonder at the towering, impressive walls surrounding the castle, the well-tended gardens, and the towering spires reaching towards the sky. It was all so different from the small village where she had spent most of her life.
"It's simply amazing," murmured Phoenix, her eyes shining with admiration as she watched the castle draw near.
Turin nodded, pleased to see the fascination in Phoenix's eyes, but also aware of the dangers that could arise in such an imposing place.
"I'm glad you liked it, Phoenix. This will be your new home," he said gently.
Phoenix looked at Turin with gratitude, feeling moved by the idea of starting a new life in such a splendid place. However, her thoughts quickly turned to her mother, who was still in danger.
"When we rescue my mother, she'll love this place too," said Phoenix determinedly. "She deserves to live in a place like this."
"We're here," announced Turin as the carriage finally stopped in front of the majestic castle. "Remember to pull your cloak over your head."
"Why do we need to do that?" she asked as she adjusted her cloak in the carriage.
Turin looked around, checking for anyone watching them.
"Here in the Northern Vale Kingdom, it's better to keep your identity hidden for now," he explained. "We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves."
Phoenix nodded, understanding the need for caution in such an unknown place. She wrapped herself in the cloak, hiding her face from curious onlookers as the carriage stopped in front of King Ulrich's majestic castle.
"Let's go," said Turin, stepping out of the carriage and helping Phoenix to disembark.
With an admiring look around her, Phoenix followed Turin towards the castle gates. She felt her heart racing as they approached, aware of the importance of the mission that brought them there. The castle guards escorted them to the entrance.
When they finally entered the gates, Phoenix was impressed by the magnitude of the castle. The tall walls and imposing towers seemed to exude an aura of power and mystery.
"It's like a fairy tale," murmured Phoenix to Turin, unable to contain her admiration.
Turin smiled, appreciating Phoenix's innocence and charm in the face of this new reality. However, he knew he needed to keep her safe amidst the intricate web of intrigues that permeated the castle.
"Let's find you some accommodations," said Turin, guiding Phoenix through the castle corridors.
They were led to a simple but comfortable room where Phoenix could rest and prepare for the challenges ahead. As she settled in, Turin remained vigilant, aware of the dangers lurking in every shadow.
***
Ulrich was lost in his own thoughts as he walked through the imposing corridors of the castle when suddenly a familiar melody echoed through the halls.
♪ Black Moon Forest, with its mantle of tenderness
Where our paths cross, where passion endures
Under the green canopy, under the moonlight
I call for my wolf, in this naked wait ♪
It was an old song of his people, sung by a female voice that seemed to carry centuries of tradition and history.
Curious, Ulrich followed the sound of the melody, allowing himself to be carried away by its beauty and depth. The music led him to a slightly open door, from which emanated the voice that mesmerized him. With cautious steps, he approached, determined to discover the source of that captivating song.
Upon reaching the door, Ulrich paused and peered through the crack, surprised to see a young woman with black hair, whose beauty was so stunning that it momentarily took his breath away. She was folding a cloak while admiring the surroundings, unaware of the king's presence on the other side of the door.
Ulrich watched closely, eagerly awaiting the moment when the young woman would turn around to confirm if her eyes were as blue as he hoped, like those of his predestined. But before that could happen, a hand rested heavily on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.
In an instinctive reflex, Ulrich spun quickly, his sword already drawn, ready to face any threat that stood in his way. His eyes met those of the guard, who looked at him with an expression of pure terror.
"What do you want?" growled Ulrich, his voice filled with authority and fury, while keeping the blade of his sword dangerously close to the guard's neck.
The guard swallowed hard, clearly terrified by the king's explosive reaction. With a trembling voice, he managed to articulate the words he needed to say.
"Turin has arrived, Majesty," announced the guard, trying to remain calm in the face of the king's anger. "He brings important news."
Ulrich slightly relaxed his posture, lowering the sword slowly, but his eyes remained fixed on the guard, assessing him intently. A sense of unease came over him upon hearing Turin's name, his beta who had been sent on a mission long ago.
"Take him to the throne room immediately," ordered Ulrich, slowly lowering his sword. "And do not dare to interrupt again without a valid reason."
The guard nodded frantically, relieved to escape unscathed from the situation. He turned and began to lead Ulrich through the castle corridors, leaving behind the slightly open door and the melody that still echoed softly in the air. As he followed the guard, Ulrich prepared himself to face whatever Turin had to tell him, knowing that the fate of his kingdom depended on the information that was about to come.
***
The solemn atmosphere of the throne room was imbued with the imposing presence of Ulrich, the feared Alpha King of the Northern Vale. His serious countenance denoted impatience and authority, while his golden eyes shone with an intensity that left no doubt about his dominant nature.
As Turin, his loyal Beta, entered the room, Ulrich's gaze turned to him, laden with expectation and impatience. Ulrich was not known for his patience, and the previous interruption had only intensified his irritation.
"I hope you have good news for me, Turin," Ulrich said, his voice echoing through the hall with authority.
Turin, with his usual confident smile, approached the throne with a serene expression, as if he were completely at ease in front of the Alpha King.
"When have I ever disappointed the King, after all?" Turin retorted with a hint of humor, though respectful.
Ulrich, in turn, remained impassive, his rigid posture reflecting his unwavering determination. He settled into the throne, watching his Beta closely as he awaited the news he so eagerly wanted to hear.
"Until today, never," Ulrich replied firmly. "But there's always a first time for everything."
Turin maintained his smile, relieved not to be the bearer of bad news on that day. He approached a little closer, his tone now serious and respectful.
"I'm glad today isn't my first time, Majesty," Turin agreed, with a slight nod of his head.
Ulrich nodded briefly, indicating that Turin could proceed with the information he had brought. His golden eyes stared intensely at the Beta, eagerly awaiting any sign of progress in his mission.
"So, Turin, have you located any potential mates?" Ulrich inquired, his voice sounding firm and authoritative.
Turin met Ulrich's gaze with confidence, ready to share the news he had brought.
"Yes, my King," Turin replied, his smile widening. "And I would like to know when the King would like to meet her."
Ulrich remained silent for a moment, pondering the next step to be taken. He knew that the fate of his kingdom rested in the hands of the woman Turin had found, and he was determined to ensure that everything went according to plan.
"I want to see her immediately," Ulrich ordered, his voice firm and authoritative echoing through the throne room.
***
Phoenix was absorbed in contemplating the bustling life of the kingdom through the window of her room, lost in thoughts about her new home and the recent upheavals in her life, when the door burst open with a sudden bang, breaking the silence of the chamber. She turned abruptly, her heart pounding erratically in her chest, surprised by the unexpected intrusion.
Before her stood the royal guards, their expressions serious and determined. Phoenix felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched the men, fearful of the reason for their sudden visit. She raised her chin, trying to disguise her apprehension, and questioned the guards, her voice trembling betraying her nervousness.
"What do you want?" Phoenix asked, struggling to maintain composure in the unfamiliar situation.
One of the guards stepped forward, his imposing presence filling the space between them. He firmly grasped Phoenix's arm, his serious eyes conveying the seriousness of the orders they were about to execute.
"The King summons your immediate presence," declared the guard, his voice echoing through the room with authority.
Phoenix felt a chill run down her spine at the guard's words. She fought the urge to resist, aware that defying the King's orders would not be prudent. However, the lack of explanation for her summons only increased her unease.
"Why are you taking me like this?" Phoenix asked, her voice filled with confusion and apprehension.
The guard merely shook his head in response, indicating that he was not permitted to reveal more information. With a firm gesture, he led Phoenix out of the room, leaving her no choice but to obediently accompany him towards the Throne room.
As they walked through the corridors of the imposing castle, Phoenix tried to control the thoughts swirling in her mind. What did the King want with her? Why had she been summoned so suddenly and without explanation? The questions echoed in her head, but the answers remained distant.
The doors of the throne room opened before her, revealing the majestic interior of the hall. Her eyes quickly found Turin, standing silently in the corner of the room, watching the scene with an enigmatic expression. But her focus soon shifted to the throne, where King Ulrich was seated, his imposing presence filling the space with an aura of authority and power.
Ulrich was an impressive figure, tall and muscular, with black hair cascading down to his shoulders and golden eyes that seemed to pierce into the soul of whoever met them. Phoenix felt a strange and inexplicable sensation wash over her in the presence of the Alpha King.
Ulrich raised his chin slightly upon seeing Phoenix enter the room, his expression serious revealing the gravity of the situation. The guard pushed her to the center of the room, leaving Phoenix face to face with Ulrich. She looked at him cautiously, seeking answers to the reason for her summons. Ulrich, in turn, seemed pleased with Phoenix's arrival, his golden eyes fixed on her with intensity. He waited until the guards positioned her before speaking, his tone of voice filled with authority.
"Phoenix," Ulrich began, his voice reverberating through the hall. "I'm glad you've come promptly."
Phoenix raised an eyebrow, confused by the King's reception. She turned to Turin, seeking clarification, but he merely watched in silence, leaving her even more intrigued.
The young woman with black hair swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of the King's gaze on her. She struggled to stand firm, but the sensation of being under Ulrich's complete scrutiny made her uncomfortable.
"Please, Majesty, why was I summoned?" Phoenix asked, her voice trembling with the anxiety consuming her.
Ulrich cast a meaningful glance at Turin, and Phoenix noticed the silent exchange between them. She wondered what was not being said, what was behind the sudden summons and Turin's presence in the room.
The king observed Phoenix for a moment before responding, his impassive face revealing little about his intentions. He was accustomed to keeping his emotions under control, but something in Phoenix's eyes intrigued him.
"You weren't informed?" Ulrich asked, sounding surprised. Turin approached, his eyes meeting Phoenix's with seriousness before responding on behalf of the King.
"I decided to leave the honors to the King," Turin said, his voice calm and controlled.
Phoenix looked from one to the other, her mind trying to process their words. She then turned her attention back to Ulrich as he revealed the true reason for her summons.
"I've been informed that you are one of the candidates to become my mate," he said, his eyes fixed on hers.
Phoenix felt a shiver run down her spine at the King's words. She wasn't prepared for this, she had no idea how she had been chosen for such a position.
"I..." she began, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't know..."
Ulrich interrupted her with a wave of his hand, his expression remaining impassive. The king observed Phoenix for a moment before rising from the throne, his imposing presence filling the room. He approached her with calculated steps, his gaze fixed on hers as he stopped in front of her.
"That doesn't matter now," he said. "What matters is that you are here. And now that you are here, you belong to me."
Phoenix swallowed hard, feeling even more lost than before. She had no idea how to handle the situation she found herself in, but she knew she would have to find a way to survive the intimidating presence of Alpha King Ulrich.
***
Phoenix found herself facing the feared King of the North, Ulrich, in his imposing throne room, a sense of shock and disbelief dominating her thoughts. She couldn't believe what she had just heard: that she now belonged to the King.
With wide eyes filled with surprise, Phoenix confronted Ulrich, her voice sounding uncertain and full of restrained emotion. She tried to argue, desperately seeking a way to reverse the situation.
"This must be a mistake," Phoenix murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
Ulrich stared at her with an impassive expression, his dominating presence filling the hall as he responded to Phoenix's objection.
"Why do you think that?" Ulrich questioned, his deep voice echoing through the space.
Phoenix turned to Turin, seeking support in his eyes, but he remained impassive, his posture rigid and silent. She found herself alone in front of the powerful figure of the King.
"T-Turin said the King could help with my cause," Phoenix stammered, struggling to formulate her words.
Ulrich looked at her with disdain, his expression hardened by displeasure. He was not willing to accept Phoenix's words as truth.
"What cause could a slave have to claim with the King of the North?" Ulrich retorted, his voice dripping with contempt.
Phoenix felt stung by Ulrich's contempt, but her determination remained firm. She needed to convince him to help her rescue her mother from the Flamehowl.
"My mother is trapped in the house of the Flamehowl, my former owners. She needs help, please, my lord," Phoenix explained, her pleading eyes fixed on Ulrich's. "I need your help to free her."
Ulrich looked at her with irritation, his patience quickly wearing thin in the face of Phoenix's pleas.
"What does that have to do with me?" Ulrich snapped, impatiently.
Phoenix looked to Turin for support once again, but he remained silent, a Stoic shadow beside Ulrich.
"Turin told me the King could help me, that he could rescue my mother," Phoenix insisted, her voice desperate.
Ulrich raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening even more with Phoenix's revelation.
"And why would I do that for a mere slave?" he countered, his tone sharp and disdainful.
"Turin said the King, once he heard me, could mobilize an army to rescue my mother," Phoenix persisted, her voice sounding desperate.
Ulrich gave Turin a hard look, his expression dark with suspicion.
"Did you dare to promise such a thing in my name?" Ulrich demanded, his voice cutting.
Turin looked at Phoenix and then at Ulrich, his eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and discomfort.
"No, my King," Turin replied, his voice firm and controlled.
Phoenix stared at Turin, her trust shaken by his denial. She couldn't understand why he would have deceived her about the King's promises.
"You're lying!" Phoenix exclaimed, her voice full of frustration and despair.
"Believe me, my King. I never made such a promise," Turin met Phoenix's gaze and then the King's, his expression impassive.
Phoenix felt her heart break at Ulrich's indifference. She knew she was losing the battle, that her words fell on deaf ears.
"You need to believe me," she insisted, her voice almost a whisper of despair.
Ulrich, impatient with the argument, decided to end the matter once and for all.
"Enough," Ulrich said, his authoritative voice echoing through the hall. "I don't want to hear these nonsense anymore."
With a brisk gesture, Ulrich turned towards Turin, issuing his final sentence.
"Take Phoenix to my harem," Ulrich ordered, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "And make sure she takes a good bath for the night."
Phoenix felt her heart sink at Ulrich's decision, a sense of despair enveloping her as she fought back the tears threatening to fall.
"What's so important about tonight?" Phoenix asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.
Ulrich looked at her with a malicious smile, his golden eyes gleaming with dark promises.
"Tonight, you will sleep in my chambers. With me."
***
Phoenix's footsteps echoed through the castle corridors as she was led out of the throne room, leaving behind Ulrich's imposing presence. Beside her, Turin walked in silence, his expression serious and undisturbed, as if he had not been affected by the words exchanged moments before.
As they walked, the weight of Turin's betrayal weighed heavily on Phoenix's shoulders, mingling with the uncertainty of what awaited her in the King's harem. She turned to him, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.
"Why did you lie to me in front of the King?" she questioned, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions.
Turin looked at her calmly, his eyes conveying a cold determination.
"I didn't lie," he replied firmly.
Phoenix stared at him, her hands clenched at her sides.
"You promised the King would help me. You said he would mobilize an army to rescue my mother," she accused, her voice trembling with restrained anger. "And now I am his slave."
Turin tightened his grip on Phoenix's arm, his gaze piercing and serious.
"I never promised you anything," he retorted, his voice sounding harsh and unyielding. "My loyalty is to King Ulrich, and the only promise I made was to serve him."
Turin's words echoed in Phoenix's mind, cutting like a sharp knife. She felt a wave of despair wash over her, mixed with a fierce determination not to be overcome by Turin's betrayal.
She stared at him with fiery eyes, vowing to herself that she would never forget his betrayal.
"I will remember this," she promised, her voice laden with resentment.
Turin opened the door to the harem. He looked at Phoenix with an inscrutable expression before gesturing for her to enter.
"Go in," he ordered, his voice cold and impersonal.
With one last look at Turin, Phoenix swallowed hard and entered the harem.