CHAPTER 4: Betrayed!
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As dawn broke, the Imperial Hall was already abuzz with offerings. Upon his return to the Imperial hall, the assembled ministers paid homage once more.
The offerings progressed from the lowest minister to the highest, culminating in a tribute to his future bride.
His gaze settled on the grand minister, then on his daughter, omega.
Habitually, the woman was wrapped in cloth, revealing only their eyes.
Yet, the King discerned subtle nuances in the gestures of father and daughter. Notably, the minister tugged at his daughter's abaya before she kneeled herself before him.
As the omega kneeled, the king’s emotions surged, mirroring the same intensity he had witnessed the previous day.
The unmistakable connection in their shared gaze confirmed his earlier observation at the kingdom's gate: his intuition had not failed him.
His forehead twitched as he detected her alluring pheromones. Instinctively, his legs moved to approach her.
As he met her gaze, he saw that the omega was sweating. Avoiding his eyes, he lowered his head and reached out to touch her chin.
"Your Majesty." The prime minister's voice interrupted him before he could touch her. He turned to the prime minister, aware that royal protocol forbade him from touching her until their marriage ceremony.
However, the alluring scent of the omega’s pheromones ignited an irresistible urge within him.
Defying the constraints imposed by the Prime Minister, the King released his pheromones, intending to silence the Minister but instead causing a stir in the Imperial Hall.
Whispers subsided as everyone instinctively knelt before him once more.
His irritation flared. Had this Omega forgotten her medication or was she unaware of her heat cycle?
And now, this damned Omega wanted to allure him with her pheromones' fragrance?
Fragrant!
How could he tell that this omega’s pheromones were fragrant?
They were just the same as other Omegas. It was no different from other Omegas.
So, how could he say that the pheromones of this damned Omega in front of him had a strange scent that stung his sense of smell?
Nonsense!
Her earlier kneeling turned the omega’s body into falling to the floor as she sat there. Her body was shaking, and she was holding her chest.
"Y-your Majesty." The prime minister himself acted to help his daughter.
So he just released pheromones again to stop him from moving. And the courage to resist his pheromones.
"Silence! How dare you defy me? Who granted you permission to speak out of turn?" His fury toward the prime minister for disregarding his warnings was evident.
"Y-Your Majesty, pardon my boldness. But-" The prime minister's attempt to explain was cut short.
The King abruptly seized the omega and unceremoniously hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Your Majesty!" the prime minister protested, but his words fell on deaf ears.
The king's rage intensified, releasing scarier pheromones that weakened and terrified those around him.
Overcome with fear, they fell silent. Only the eyes of the ministers followed the retreating figure of the king and his intended bride.
….
With hesitation, he placed the omega on his bed and gazed at her intently.
Despite being unable to see her features, her eyes revealed the omega's distress as her heat cycle manifested abruptly, releasing alluring pheromones.
Unable to resist, the king raised his eyebrows as he unbuttoned his attire and drew closer to her. Upon reaching the bed, he firmly grasped both her cheeks with one hand.
"Are you unaware of the onset of your heat cycle, or did you intentionally withhold your medication to tempt me with your pheromones?" the king asked mockingly, acknowledging her inability to coherently respond.
As he held her face, the heat radiating from her body surged through him.
However, he dismissed this sensation, captivated by the intoxicating fragrance of her pheromones. It ignited within him an overwhelming desire to possess her.
The king attempted to lift her niqab, eager to see her face. However, the omega resisted, despite her feeble state and inability to move freely.
"No, you can't!" she uttered with difficulty, her hands grasping his to prevent him from uncovering her.
A smirk spread across the king’s lips as he dismissed her pleas. How dare she refuse him?
Anger surged within him, and he forcefully shoved her onto the bed.
The king began to shed his clothes, leaving only the modest cloth. He moved closer, ignoring the omega’s plea.
His sense of superiority blinded him to her rejection. He believed no one had the right to regect his desires.
With a violent grip on her neck, he yanked off the niqab, exposing her face.
The king was momentarily stunned by the omega's gentle, beautiful face, framed by long, curly gray hair and adorned with delicate eyelashes. Her lips were naturally pink and alluring.
Despite the omega's struggle to breathe and the beads of sweat on her face, the king felt no disgust. Unlike with other omegas he had possessed, her presence did not evoke a sense of revulsion.
As he tightened his grip around her neck, he pulled her closer, their faces nearly touching.
"Please, no," the omega pleaded again, desperately trying to dissuade him. Yet, his resolve wavered not.
No one could defy his authority. He was the sovereign, the lawgiver, and this omega was his subject.
As the more powerful one, this omega had no right to resist his commands.
Driven by the intoxicating aroma of the omega's pheromones, the king's self-control shattered.
He couldn't resist the temptation and pressed his lips hard against hers.
A low growl escaped his throat as his tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers.
Savoring the taste of her.
"Delicious," he muttered after parting their lips, his gaze lingering on hers. His eyes are full of desire.
This was the first omega he had ever kissed, and this was the first time he had done so without feeling a twinge of regret.
He kissed her again, his lips seeming to thirst for the scent of her pheromones that now mingled with his own.
He nuzzled her neck, his nose seeking a deeper inhalation of her intoxicating fragrance.
Driven by alluring pheromones, the king's desire intensified, igniting heat within his body.
He released pheromones that would relentlessly madden the omega, prohibiting her from resisting.
"Argh, hmmm," he growled, deepening the kiss forcefully.
His hands roughly moved, tearing at her Abaya, removing it as he continued his heated embrace. He buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Suddenly, a gasp escaped his lips as he noticed a small, scarlet mark where he had kissed her on the back of her ear.
With a violent jerk, the king recoiled from the bed, shoving the omega so hard it almost struck the headboard.
His speechlessness betrayed the shock that gripped him.
"Insolent Omega!" He gripped her neck tightly, his anger flaring. "You dare deceive me!" His grip tightening until she gasped for a breath.
Her breath constricted under his suffocating hold.
"Gasp... Uhmmm..." she uttered weakly, her mind clouded by the pain. She ignored the king’s rage of anger.
"Who gave you such audacity to betray the king? Insolent, omega."
The king's voice thundered, his anger fueled by her deception and the impersonation of the eldest omega.
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