On Your Knees
1301 Words
There was a collective murmur, but the Alpha King's face remained expressionless except for a small smirk that lifted the corner of his lips.
"My gift, huh? This year has been wild, has it not? First, I have some man talking back to me, and now I have an omega as a gift."
"Your Majesty," I said, moving further, my chest heaving. "I am as valuable as any wolf of status, and if you would give me the chance... I will prove my worth. That is a promise upon my life."
Silence reigned again, and he watched me, his eyes giving away nothing. I turned, and I could see Alpha Kyle anxiously moving in his seat, his hands clenched tightly. I turned back, my chest heaving.
If he rejected me too, I would have nowhere to go. I would be discarded, and my dignity would shatter in front of me.
"We shall see," he said simply and turned away. I watched on my knees as he walked through the bowing crowd, his head tilted high as he made his way to the empty throne.
He was regal, everything a king should be. Everything I needed to trample on the man that had ruined me. The pack that had only been home because I was born there, but had broken my heart in more ways than one.
The night wolves pack had made my life miserable, and just when I thought Alpha Kyle was different, he proved himself to be the dog that the Alpha King referred to him as.
"Begin the ceremony," came the simple command from the King, and just like that, the mishap I had caused was forgotten.
I stayed on my knees as the first round of oaths were taken, with Alpha Kyle joining in. He was alone now, and Delilah was sitting there, watching him. That should have been me. But here I am, on my knees, ready to put my honour on the line for revenge upon my soul.
I turned, only to catch the eye of the King. He was watching me through thin eyes and thick lashes, a glass of wine carefully darting around his long fingers.
I swallowed, keeping his gaze, hoping he would see something in mine. Desperation, need, anything. Anything as long as it would make him keep me.
He smiled to himself and slowly turned away, just as the appointments started. I watched, tears in my eyes as Kyle was given a seat in the convention. This was not how I wanted to watch him achieve his dream. This was not how I wanted to clap for the man I used to love.
I closed my eyes, tears running down my cheeks, my chest heaving.
"Omega?"
I looked up. An elegant woman was standing above me, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, her smile polite.
"Please follow me."
"Where?" I asked, my eyes immediately darting to the King. He had his eyes trained on his stamp, and he wasn't even looking towards my direction.
"His Majesty has asked me to escort you to his suite. Please dollow me."
I swallowed, then immediately got on my feet. She walked in front of me, and I followed, my eyes lingering on Alpha Kyle and Delilah. I felt it like a bullet when she pulled him in for a kiss, and my heart shattered a little bit more.
I turned away, my resolve now solid, my fingers clenched into tight fists.
The woman who had remained silent throughout led me to the suite, then opened the door. I stopped for a minute, my chest heaving. I was really going to do this.
This was my only chance to leave. If I go in there, I would be his possession. His slave. I would have to do whatever he wants, without mercy.
I closed my eyes and then walked in. It was the only way I could survive. I have already been abandoned by my pack and my mate, and this... it was the only way I knew how to survive.
The suite was dark, very much like him, and it was extremely exquisite.
"You can wait here. Don't even try to steal anything or.. ."
"I may be an omega, but I am not a thief."
"It is not uncommon," she said simply, then turned away, leaving me alone in the suite. I looked around, my eyes scanning the room. It had dark aesthetics and a large round bed that was neatly laid. One that I probably would be gracing tonight. Not once in my life did I think I would have to put my honour on the line like this.
I bit down on my lips and slowly went down on my knees. The floor was cold, and the world had been even colder to me, simply because I was an omega. Simply because I was something that they did not understand or like.
I sat there on the floor, counting the minutes. The happy faces of Alpha Kyle and Delilah haunted me even now, and even though I knew the door was probably not locked, it was the reason why I stayed nonetheless.
Because I didn't want to let them win so easily. Because I was still hoping that I would at least have a shot.
I sighed and stood up, my hands wrapped around me. It was hard being on the cold, hard floor, and my anxious mind was rather too loud and restless.
I turned and started to pace the room, when suddenly, I started to hear footsteps. I stopped, my eyes fixed on the large door, my heart beating wildly.
With each footstep, my heart skipped a beat, and my chances to back out and hope karma would work things out became slimmer. I was determined to drag them down with me, and despite how much damage I knew I would be doing to myself, I still wanted to do it.
Finally, the door opened, and light flooded into the room. My heart dropped, and I looked up, my eyes meeting the Alpha King's.
He looked just as pristine as ever, his hair still in that messy bun, his coat neat, his face spotless.
I held my breath as he let go of the door and slowly stepped in, and the door, probably controlled by a servant from outside, closed in on us.
He didn't say a word to me as he passed by me. His scent was strong, almost too strong for my wolf, yet tempting. Perfect. I let my eyes follow him as he walked to the washroom.
For a long minute, I stood there waiting, trying as hard as I could to push the fear that he instilled in me to the back of my mind.
He came out in his coat, but his hair was now let down to the nape of his neck, his face damp, his lips parted. I watched as he unbuttoned his coat and gently hung it, then removed the plain shirt underneath.
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the burning rose tattoo on his naked back, and then the small writing on the right edge of his neck.
I swallowed hard as he dropped the shirt carefully too, then walked to the mini bar.
The silence was deafening, and I felt my chest tighten as he leaned back on the wall, his fingers holding a glass of wine, and his eyes finally met mine.
For a long moment, he didn't say a word as he just watched me, his hands twirling the alcohol slowly.
"Your Majesty, I..."
"On your knees," he said, his voice low.
"Wh... what?"
"Go on your knees," he said again, his eyes thin. "Or is your desire not that deep?"
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