Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Nesting,” he says with satisfaction. “Because you are an Omega.” He puts his hands behind his head, a mountain in repose. “Ulf has blessed me. All the kings on Ulfaria are scrambling to find Omegas, and meanwhile one simply walks into my palace, demanding an audience.”
Something tugs at my thoughts. Ma. Home. How could I have forgotten her? “I need to go,” I mutter.
The Alpha snaps to attention, his purr becoming a deep growl. My core flutters.
“No. Don't do that,” I whisper. His scent, his voice, his growl—they’re all a siren call I can’t resist. I rock forward, taking a step toward the bed before I can stop myself.
“Why not, little Omega? Are you unable to control yourself?”
I take another step, and Bestian growls louder. I’m seconds away from crawling onto the bed and attacking him. Since when am I so sex crazed? True, I’ve had a long dry spell since arriving on Ulfaria, and for all I know, I came to this planet on the tail end of a sex drought, but this is intense.
It must be that estrus thing.
My stomach rumbles loudly.
Bestian stops growling at once. “You need sustenance. I have failed you.”
“Sustenance?” Who talks like that? But the king clambers off the bed, and the room shrinks with his bulk.
“I will leave you to settle. You will eat and drink and settle. When you have finished your nest, I will return.” His thick, long fingers caress my face, and he is gone before I can protest.
The nerve of him.
The door clicks open and Rogue whisks in. The glowing orbs brighten and the room is flooded with light. The little wind brought a tray of Ulfarri delicacies, including my favorite sweet cakes. The air flow freshens the room, and as I watch, Rogue tugs at the silvery comforter until it’s military-grade neat.
My hollow stomach urges me towards the food. I want to eat and drink and nest. Just like the king ordered.
So I will. But he won’t find me here when I’m done. Yes, everything here is magical and ethereal and too damn perfect. And yes, the sex is beyond anything I ever could have imagined. But none of this is real. Participating in the king’s fantasy that I’m his fated mate, somehow born to be his queen was a fun diversion, but it’s just that. A fantasy. And I don’t like the way my thoughts, feelings, and body are constantly at war with each other when I’m around Bestian. He has way too much power over me. Not to mention the most important thing: I need to let Ma know I’m okay.
I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to leave.
And this time, I’m not going to let the irresistible Alpha stop me. No matter how much he growls.
Bestian
My lovely Omega eats with a hearty appetite—except for the sweet cakes, which she slows down to savor. She wraps several in a napkin. Hoarding food? She has been living like a peasant. I must make sure she understands that food is plentiful here.
I order the whisps to deliver more cakes, and turn to the jumble of scrolls on my desk. I’ve collected every Omega-related treatise from the library. By the time I was born, Omegas were increasingly rare—not just in our kingdom, but all Ulfaria. My mother was one of the few remaining. My father found her during the Queen Covenant, and he had to search all the villages the length and breadth of Medela to find her. In those days, the Queen Covenant was called the Omega Covenant. Then, due to the waning Omega birth rates, it was renamed. I was the first king of Medela who faced having to take a Beta to wife. A Beta queen might have provided me with companionship and sex, but there would be no heirs to further the line—she would be nothing more than a glorified mistress. So I resigned myself to a life spent alone… until Ulf deemed me worthy of an Omega.
Why this gift after so many years of suffering, I do not know. I can only strive to be worthy of her. Thus: the scrolls. When I was young, my father made me study everything that was known about Omegas. That is how I know about rutting, knotting, slick, and estrus. That Rose would respond to my growl, domination, carnal pain, and my purr. But there is still much for me to learn.
Why was she able to broach the magical barrier between me and the rest of my kingdom? It is written that Omegas have their own gifts. All kings have power that connects them to their land. I inherited mine from my father. But my mother also had the gift of healing. Her magic complemented my father’s—increased it. Together, they were a formidable force. Until the final spell destroyed them.