Escaping The King's Confinement

CHAPTER 5: Omega's Alluring Pheromones!

Ysha lay near death when the king released his grip on his throat. The king fought against the heat and desire coursing through his body, ignited by the omega's pheromones that permeated the room.

Ysha gasped for breath, suffocating not only from the king's hold but also from the intensity of his own heat, exacerbated by the presence of an Alpha's potent pheromones.

Unlike previous cycles, the heat was unbearable, a strange and addictive yearning for the pheromones of one dominant Alpha—King Zarim.

"Damn you, Omega." The king's anger was evident, fueled by the revelation.

He tightened his grip on Ysha's cheeks, one hand pinching both with relentless force. "If not for your heat, I would have remained unaware. Do you comprehend the consequences of your deception?"

The king's grip intensified, threatening to crush Ysha's face under the pressure.

Beads of sweat trickled down her trembling body as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her saliva flowed uncontrollably, a testament to the overwhelming heat that coursed through her veins. The king's pheromones, released in waves of anger, only heightened the torment.

"Ugh! Damn it." The king violently released him, unable to suppress the heat coursing through his veins.

The overwhelming pheromones emanating from the omega ignited an insatiable desire that consumed his entire being.

To the king, she was alluring—not only in her physical appearance but in the tantalizing scent of her pheromones, a fragrance distinct among all the other omegas who frequented the palace chamber. Her presence had always been an anomaly that captivated his attention. She was an enigma, a mystery that captivated him.

"Beta!" he called, his voice echoing through the room. A trusted Beta entered swiftly, sensing the urgency in his tone..

Despite being a beta, the mixed pheromones of an omega and an alpha permeating the room did not bother it. They were unaware of the intensity of the pheromones filling the space.

"Obtain potent medication for this omega's heat. Take charge of her care," King Zarim ordered, his anger simmering beneath the desire he suppressed.

The beta obeyed promptly, returning with the medicine prescribed by the king.

Had the king not observed the mark behind the omega's ear, he might have succumbed to his intense desire and claimed the omega as his own. Perhaps then, the omega's heat, which relentlessly tormented him, would have subsided.

"Help me," Ysha whispered, her voice barely a breath. Despite her dwindling strength, she clung to the King's robe, desperation etching across her features. "Please."

Overwhelmed by her heat, she had lost all sense of reason, her thoughts clouded by his pheromones that mingled with her own frustration.

She no longer recognized the Alpha before her, his scent imbued with a mix of arousal and fury.

If the Alpha before her lacked dominance, he would not have reacted so harshly.

With a violent shove, the King pushed her away, sending her tumbling onto the headboard of the bed.

"Help me. I feel hot.. hmmmm." Ysha's voice was weak and delirious, her body consumed by a raging fever. Her hands instinctively sought solace, caressing her most sensitive areas in an attempt to alleviate the torment.

The king swallowed hard, his eyes drawn to the alluring sight of the omega before him. Certain parts of her body, normally hidden, were now exposed, teasing his senses.

Mustering his self-control, he clenched his fists and shook his head, resisting the temptation to indulge further in her beauty. "Quick, Beta," he ordered in a gruff voice.

Acting swiftly, the king bound Ysha's hands and feet, ensuring she remained still. He then draped a soft blanket concealing its allure figure before hurriedly exiting the room.

Outside, he encountered the beta carrying the medicine he had summoned.

"Administer the medicine to Omega. Bathe her feverish body. Restrict her movement and ensure she remains in this room until my return," he commanded Beta, turning his back and entering one of the women's chambers.

"Halt!" the king ordered Beta upon seeing him touch the Omega. His inner wolf erupted in primal rage at the sight of another's presence upon her. "Summon the lota to tend to her," he instructed before departing with the Beta.

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"My Alpha," the Omega greeted him promptly upon his chamber's entrance. "Hmm, my Alpha."

As the Omega approached, the King's pheromones surged uncontrollably, remembering the alluring scent the Omega had left in his room. He had left the younger Omega alone in his room, reluctant to claim her, as she was not his intended betrothed.

"Kneel, Omega," he commanded, preventing the Omega's attempted kiss. He had no desire to kiss the Omega before him, unlike the Omega in his room who had been kissed by him without hesitation.

Grasping the Omega's head, he forced her to her knees. His arousal, fueled by the Omega pheromones lingering in the king's chamber, surged through him.

"Suck it!" he hissed, roughly guiding her mouth to his.

The Omega gagged at his abrupt thrust. As he penetrated her, he released the pent-up desire coursing through his veins.

Despite the omega’s resistance, the king forced his full length into her mouth, violently thrusting back and forth. The King disregarded the omega’s screams of distress, his actions driven by raw desire.

The king's violent movements left her nauseous, but he pulled himself free without hesitation, grabbing the omega’s hair and yanking her upright. Without warning, he slammed her against the closed door, his hardened full length size penetrating her with brutal force.

Each thrust was accompanied by a violent shove, his aggression tearing at her clothes and leaving her in pain.

Without hesitation, he thrust deeply into her, his manhood buried fully within her. His movements were forceful, each in and out nearly causing the Omega to faint. In this act, he sought release from his burning desire.

"Damn." He cursed in frustration, feeling unsatisfied by the Omega woman's response. "Tighten your p***y, Omega." His thrusting grew more violent.

"Alpha... please... not so deep. It hurts." The Omega's voice was a cry of agony, her pain evident in her screams. He had not taken the time to prepare her, leaving her unprepared for the force of his intrusion. "Ahhh... oh... ahhhhhh." Her desperate pleas reflected her physical distress.

"Damn it! Tighten your p***y, Omega." The king's voice was coarse and demanding. He thrust into the Omega with relentless force, his body consumed by primal desire.

Yet, his insatiable desire remained unfulfilled. The Omega's pheromones had ignited an insatiable fire within him that refused to be quenched. Each thrust only fueled his frustration, reminding him of the beautiful omega he craved.

As his thoughts drifted to the that omega, his pheromones surged forth, filling the room with an intoxicating scent. The Omega beneath him felt her pain dissolve into pleasure, a bittersweet sensation that echoed the alpha's own conflicted emotions.

"Ahh... my alpha. Aaaah... f**k me more." The omega, delirious with the taste of the king's pheromones, also began to grind her hips to response to his forceful dominance

"f**k. Ugh! Ahh." And somehow he felt a little comfort from what Omega did.

The Omega's hips moved skillfully as he continued to thrust violently into her, but while the omega was enjoying herself, the king couldn't deny that the beautiful omega was on his mind. And the fragrance of her pheromones lingered in his mind.

"Ahhhh... My Alfa." And the Omega screamed in delight. Before the king could reach his peak, he pulled out his manhood, bringing the woman to her knees again. She sucked and eagerly took his full size into her mouth, fulfilling his desire and sending him into a blissful climax.

"My alpha. So hot. So many."

The omega murmured as she swallowed the c*m he released from her parted mouth.

Once the king had satisfied his lust, he averted his gaze from the omega due to her disheveled state.

Sweat, tears, and saliva stained her face.

"Disgusting," he uttered and turned away.

He even shook his head to banish the revulsion he felt at the sight of her—an all too familiar sight after he had claimed the omegas residing in his bedchambers.

He held no affection for them, yet he kept them close for his own pleasure.

Without a backward glance, he exited the omega's chamber and returned to his quarters, where his attention now turned to the omega in his royal room who had deceived him.