As the son of the King's dead queen walks into the throne room with the blood of war splattered on him, every person whispers about the cursed alpha. He walks through the whispering crowd without displaying any emotion.
"How dare a cursed thing like you appear before me?" The King snarls as he looks at the young alpha with hatred and disgust.
"I have come to inform His Majesty that the eastern border has been secured." The cursed alpha kneels to the ground and responds without showing an ounce of emotion.
"Leave." The King growls as he motions for the alpha to leave.
Without hesitation, the cursed alpha stands up and leaves. Because his mother died while birthing him, the King has hated him and called him cursed since his birth.
Once he walks out of the large, ominous doors of the throne room, the young alpha takes a deep breath and quietly goes to the small, dark, dank room that he has lived in since he was a small pup.
"Finally." He mutters once he is safely alone and lies down on the thin mat, too exhausted to wash the blood of war from his injured body. A lonely peace engulfs him as he rests in the small room that has become his safety. As he falls asleep, he hears the King's party begin as many lords and dukes drink and eat to their hearts' content while slaves tend to their lust.
"Cursed alpha, wake up." The rude banging on the door and cold voice startle the exhausted alpha awake. "The King is summoning you." The guard at the door informs him.
"Very well." The young alpha sighs and follows the man to the loud sounds of boisterous and lustful partying.
Ever since he was a young pup, the alpha has hated the King's parties. He hates the lewd noises, drunken shouts, gluttony, and the abuse the slaves go through.
When the doors to the large throne room are opened, he is attacked by the sounds and smells he hates the most in the world. He watches as three omega slaves tend to the King's desires while many other omegas are used by the many wealthy in the loud room.
"Even the musicians and jesters are drunk." He grumbles as the drunken jesters and musicians play their instruments and sing off key. He winces as the kingdom's famed singer and poet strains his voice on a note which he cannot reach.
As he walks through the drunken circus, the scantily dressed dancers are dragged off of the platform into the greedy and lustful laps of powerful alphas.
"Darling, why ever would you invite that thing here?" The Queen asks her drunken husband as she glares at the war-torn alpha with hatred. "That thing killed my sister."
And you instantly took her place without hesitation the moment she died. The alpha's angered thoughts run rampant through his mind. You used the King's weakness for my mother and stole the place by his side.
"Everyone! The cursed alpha and murderer of my dear Jiwon has arrived!" The King drunkenly bellows which causes everything to still and everyone to become silent.
Knowing the King is drunk and out of his mind, the young alpha quickly bows and stays silent. He knows that anything he does will be used against him by the insecure Queen who pales at the mention if her older sister's name.
"You are still a virgin, correct?!" The King slurs as he drunkenly stumbles out of his large, golden throne.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The alpha respectfully responds while staying bowed.
"I have a gift for you for fighting in the war." The King grins in his drunken stupor and motions for a male omega to be dragged in front of the throne.
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FanfictionWith the pain of their past vivid in their memories, their nights are haunted and sleepless. Hiding their pain, the King of the Kingdom of Voreion and the Prince of the Kingdom of Thalassia meet with emotionless eyes. This is boyxboy with Taekook, N...
