Escaping The King's Confinement

CHAPTER 3:

"I-I had enough. L-leave me alone." The words tumbled from Ishan’s lips, his sharp gaze fixed on Zarim, a flicker of opposition in his eyes.

He was battling against Zarim’s intoxicating pheromones, straining against the overwhelming weakness that wrapped around him like a vine.

"Really? But I’m not tired of you yet. Hmmm." With a playful smirk, Zarim turned his back, pressing his body against the sturdy tree, a subtle challenge in his posture.

"F-f**k you."

"Really? Of course, I will f**k you if you say so, habibi." Zarim teased, nuzzling Ishan’s shoulder before, without warning, sinking his teeth into the supple skin.

His hand began to explore Ishan’s body, a harsh caress that sent shivers down his spine.

"Ugh."

Zarim’s fingers danced expertly, one hand gripping Ishan’s neck while the other ventured across his body, seeking out every place that had gone untouched for nearly four long months.

"Uhm. S-stop." Ishan gasped, his heart racing as he halted Zarim’s wandering hand just as it slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear.

"Ahhhh." But the heat of the moment was too much for Ishan to resist.

Zarim palm tightened around Ishan’s length, the intimate contact igniting a fire between them that neither could ignore.

"Yes, habibi. But you know what? I can’t help but wonder who that bastard alpha was who marked you."

As Zarim spoke, the pheromones he exuded thickened, enveloping his wife’s body with desire. His hand began to move with an intent of pleasure, leaving Ishan further weakened.

"Tell me, who was the f*****g bastard that marked you, Habibi?"

"Ugh. Ahhhh. A-asshole. S-stop. Ugh... ahhhhh."

"Regardless, your alpha seems weak since you’re still affected by my pheromones," he continued, his hand moving rhythmically up and down. "And considering I'm holding you like this, it’s clear that you enjoy the way I touch you."

"Ahhhhh. E-enough. Ugh. Y-you... you disgust me." Ishan shouted defiantly, prompting him to tighten his grip on his neck.

He didn’t appreciate his sassy responses.

"Really. Hahaha. You seem to have gotten stubborn since you ran away. Is that because of your Alpha? Huh?"

The arrogance in his voice was clear, and with each word, his rage surged.

Just the thought of another Alpha holding his wife like this sent waves of fury crashing over him, igniting a primal desire to destroy everything around him.

"Ugh." Ishan groaned once more, a sound laced with frustration and helplessness.

Zarim, in a fit of anger, desperate to bury the unbearable idea of his wife with another man, he yanked down his pants with violent ease. There was no room for hesitation; he freed himself, giving Ishan no chance to protest.

Right there, amidst the wild embrace of nature, he claimed him—his body in sync with his fervent need—while unleashing his potent pheromones to envelop him entirely, making any thoughts of refusal vanish.

"Yes. Ugh... habibi. This hole of yours is always mine." The words spilled from him, laden with a possessiveness that surged within.

He longed to make it clear that he alone should own her, body and soul.

"Ahhh. Yeah! So tight, habibi. So, f*****g hot."

His mind spiraled into a whirlwind of ecstasy, nearly drowning in the pleasure he had craved for so long.

The heat enveloping his length was intoxicating, sending sparks of desire coursing through him.

"Ahhhh. E-enough... uhmm..." Ishan protested, barely managing to voice his discomfort.

"Not enough, habibi. I'm not done yet. Uhmm."

His cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by his insatiable need to reclaim him, a desire that eclipsed any concern for his protests.

"Habibi."

Once again, he was enveloped by the ecstacy of being inside him, lost in the softness of his body and the intoxicating scent of his pheromones—a scent he had long yearned for during the torturous months of separation.

“Ahhhhhh. N-not s-so d-deep. Ahhhh. N-no.. ugh..” Ishan gasps mingled with his words, a harmony of pleasure and pain.

“Oh yeah. Yes.. habibi. Oh. Ahh. Here I cummmmmm. Ugh..”

He buried his face in his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment as he released every ounce of himself within him.

"Hah.. so f*****g hot. Hmm."

He craved to remain buried in her warmth, lost in the connection they shared.

“Hmmmm.”

But after claiming him completely, he felt his body go limp, and in an instant, his wife succumbed to unconsciousness.

Panic coursed through him as he tightened his grip around his waist, feeling his weight collapse into his embrace.

“Ugh! Damn it.”

It hit him like a cold wave, the realization of what had happened. This was never how he had envisioned.

“Fuck.” The curses spilled from his lips as he gazed down at his wife, now unresponsive in his arms.

.....

"Hey! You bastard."

He spun around violently, eyes blazing with fury, as he zeroed in on the source of the voice. Karrim, flanked by his men, stood before him, a smirk on his face.

Glaring sharply at Karrim, he fought to shield his wife, whose naked form lay cradled in his arms. He could feel the heat of his anger rising, desperate to protect her from prying eyes.

"You f*****g asshole. Turn around!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the stillness of the forest.

Each word dripped with the possessive rage of a man determined to guard his beloved’s beauty from the world. This was a moment of intimacy, and he could not bear the thought of anyone else witnessing it.

For a moment, Karrim paused, but he ultimately turned his back, dragging his men away, leaving only tension in the air.

In a flash, he shed his outer garment, quickly draping it over his wife's exposed body, ensuring he was covered and safe from view. With deft hands, he adjusted the fabric, enveloping him in warmth, an act of his possessoveness.

"Why did you follow me here?" he snapped at Karrim, irritation etched across his face.

"And as for you, why the hell did you follow him?"

Karrim voice surged with anger as he turned his gaze to the one staring at the unconscious Ishan.

"You really thought you could just take him in the middle of the forest? Ugh, are you out of your mind, Zarim?"

"Are you raising your voice at me?" Zarim shot back, his tone dripping with resentment. He clenched his fists, clearly ready to assert his authority. "If I need to use my position to make you understand, I will. Don’t question what I can or can’t do to protect my wife."

"What? Ahahaha! Are you actually using your position now, Zarim?" Karrim laughed bitterly. His voice was sharp, and he reminded Zarim, "You know that Omega is already marked."

The exasperation in his voice echoed the intensity of their earlier confrontation, the memory of Zarim's violent outburst still fresh in the air.

"So what?" Zarim retorted defiantly. "He was still under the influence of my pheromones. I have the power to lift the mark of any Alpha daring enough to claim my wife."

"Wife? And..."

He cut Karrim off with a commanding tone but resolved to push forward with urgency.

"Enough. Give me a room in your palace. My wife needs to rest."

He strode purposefully back to his palace, driven by a mix of rush and concern for his wife.

"By the way, kill this f*****g rogue. He dares to touch what is mine." His voice was cold as he turned his gaze toward the nearly lifeless man who had dared to attact and touch his wife.

Karrim's breath escaped violently, but it barely registered as Zarim continued on his path.

"Maybe you want a ride?" Karrim offered a ride as he passed Zarim who was carrying Ishan.

"I prefer to carry him," he replied curtly, a dark intent lacing his words as he turned his back on Karrim and resumed his march, each step resonating with resolve.

Karrim shook his head, dismissing the thought as he signaled his driver to return to the palace, a storm brewing within him as he waited for the confrontation that lay ahead.….