Alphas Before Flower

The harem begins

***Fenrir’s POV***

"Eowyn, in my chambers, now! I have some cleaning to do."

In his chamber, Fenrir stood tall by the window. He looked outside the city where he had been all his life. Just like his brothers, he had been taught the heart of politics and governance but he mastered words more than anything.

Suddenly, he turned to face her, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. He looked at her from head to toe and turned to face the window again.

As Fenrir gazed upon Eowyn, his heart skipped a beat. She was a vision of ethereal beauty, her long flowing hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold.

She looked better than when she was bought. Perhaps it was the dirt that hid her beauty.

Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief, drawing him in with their hypnotic gaze.

But it was her cloak that truly captivated him. It was nearly transparent, the fabric clinging to her curves and hinting at the tantalizing silhouette beneath. With each movement, her long legs peeked out, adding to the allure of her feminine form.

Eowyn's beauty was like a siren's song, pulling Fenrir closer and closer until he was completely under her spell. And as he stood there, transfixed by her radiance, he knew that he would never be able to resist the pull of her magnetic allure.

He had seen women in the pit; he had also imagined spending a night with one but his role as one of the rulers didn’t allow him. But behind him was a different woman, not from the pit.

"Is there anything you want me to do for you? King…"

"Fenrir! My name is Fenrir," he said and turned to face her. He was erect and the bulgy protrusion was evident but he chose to not hide it. "My heart has always beat for wars, for power," Fenrir confessed, his voice low and husky. "But now, my heart beats for you, Eowyn. It beats for your beauty, your soul. To own it."

Eowyn's breath caught in her throat as he spoke, her cheeks flushing with emotion. She stepped back instinctively, uncertain of his intentions. But Fenrir closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to grasp her waist gently.

"I can feel your heartbeat," Fenrir murmured, he was the one touching but still, the touches had effects on him too. He only touched her waist within the fabrics, but still was enough to make him yearn for more.

He huffed and puffed as he felt the softness of the mass of flesh that resided right above her hips.

"My King," Eowyn muttered.

He then placed his hand in the place of her heart over her breast, he wanted to feel the steady rhythm beneath her chest, but the softness of her breast made his legs shake. "Oh," he gasped.

"Touch my heart, Eowyn," Fenrir commanded, his eyes burning with desire.

Eowyn hesitated. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to obey. When her hand made contact with his chest, he couldn't help but gasp at the warmth and power that emanated from her touch.

"Your touch is like a soothing balm to my soul. It calms the storms within me and brings me peace. You have a power over me, Eowyn, a power that I cannot resist."

"What is it that you desire, my king?" Eowyn asked softly.

Fenrir smiled tenderly. "I would give you anything, my flower, just to have you" Fenrir vowed, his voice full of sincerity. "Just name your wish, and I shall grant it to you."

The last time Eowyn was called something nice was five years ago and this made her drop a tear after a while of silence. She hesitated, unsure of her own boldness. But Fenrir urged her on.

"Ask for what you desire, Eowyn," Fenrir insisted. "I swear on the Moon Goddess that grants me strength that I will make it happen for you."

With a deep breath, Eowyn finally found the courage to speak her deepest longing."I wish to be freed from slavery, to be lifted from my omega status," Eowyn whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Fenrir's gaze softened, his heart aching for her plight. He knew what he must do.

"This requires a ritual," Fenrir explained, his eyes never leaving hers. "It is a great thing that requires a great price – the blood of alphas. But fear not, my dear Eowyn. We have the power to change destinies, to bring light to the darkest of souls. I will do this for you; I swear it on my honor as a king of the dynasty."

"Thank you, King Fenrir. I will never forget this," Eowyn said.

Fenrir stared for a while. He then closed the distance between them such that they stood belly to belly. He ensured that his d**k touched her, and he pressed harder. He knew rights, even though he was king, yet he couldn’t order her to warm his bed.

"I want you, Eowyn, but I will claim you before all," he said as he lowered himself around her neck and inhaled deeply. "You are my flower, Eowyn, and I will save you from thorns. Until then, watch me do it."

"May I step out now, my king?" Eowyn asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Yes, my precious flower," Fenrir replied, his gaze soft and full of adoration. "Go and prepare yourself for the new chapter that awaits you. Remember, I will always be by your side, now and for eternity."

As Eowyn rushed out of the chamber, Fenrir remained behind, his hand lingering over the spot where she had touched him. A smile played at his lips, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who had captured his soul.

***Eowyn’s POV***

When she was out, she placed her back on the wall and heaved heavily. All the time in the room with Fenrir, she had rummaged over a lot. Was he going to r**e her? He had the right, he was king. What would the other say or do? Would they fight? Will she be the cause of discord as the wise man had said? She wondered. "What is happening?"

When she thought she would enjoy the best of three worlds, she thought it was a joke that she was making up but now it was reality. She wagged her head to the right and left, thinking deep… "Is this my fate? Mated to Three alphas, triplets of the dynasty?"

***

That night, the royal hall was bathed in the pale light of the moon, through the opening in the roof of the castle, the Moon Goddess cast an ethereal glow upon the floor and the three alphas gathered around it.

Hrothgar, the oldest and most powerful of the alphas, spoke first. "Eowyn, it is time. Are you ready to embrace your true nature?"

Eowyn nodded, her eyes fixed on Fenrir, the alpha who had promised to help her. He smiled at her, that smile of contentment when you finally do that which you vowed to do. Eowyn wondered how long it took before he convinced his brothers but that doesn’t matter.

Fenrir stepped forward and bit into his own flesh, drawing blood that dripped into a waiting bowl. Ragnar followed suit, his eyes fixed on Eowyn with a mix of curiosity and approval. Hrothgar did the same.

Finally, the bowl was offered to Eowyn, and she took a deep breath before taking a hesitant sip. The taste was metallic and bitter, sending a shiver down her spine. And then, in an instant, something shifted inside of her.

It started as a low, rumbling growl that resonated in her chest. Eowyn felt her bones elongate and shift, her muscles rippling beneath her skin.

Her face elongated and a muzzle replaced her mouth. She clawed and fanged up. Fur sprouted from her limbs, thick and glossy in the moonlight. She closed her eyes and embraced the sensation, allowing herself to fully transform into her wolf form.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the world through a new lens. The scents of the royal hall were sharp and intoxicating, the sounds of breathing and heartbeat surrounding her in a symphony of life. Eowyn felt powerful and free, a primal energy coursing through her veins.

She wanted vengeance, but with her wolf dead; she thought it was impossible. But now, on the top of the world, feeling her optimal strength, one thing was on her mind – Vengeance. And one name was on her lips – Kantos.

But then, just as quickly as it had begun, the transformation took its toll. Eowyn's vision blurred and her limbs grew heavy. With a final, guttural howl, she collapsed onto the cold stone floor, her consciousness slipping away.

In her dreams, Eowyn ran through the forest as a wolf. She bowled and then took to the forest, her pack of female wolves joined her and gathered behind her.

She felt the wind in her fur and the earth beneath her paws, a sense of belonging unlike anything she had ever known.

She howled again and they bowed. They went into battle and protected her territories. She saw herself on a throne. It was what was meant to be, she was a princess, the heir to the Earth's Paw Pack - which was stolen by Kantos, her uncle, but how fast and how possible would that be – that was the question in her head when she opened her eyes.

As dawn broke over the horizon, Eowyn stirred from her slumber. She awoke in a royal chamber and on a soft cushioned platform. Beside her was Alpha Ragnar. Eowyn knew it was time to be treated by another, as a flower.

"Welcome back, Eowyn," he said softly. "You are now one of us, a wolf in both body and spirit."