Two souls that were meant to bond.
A Destiny out to break the two.
An Omega male and a female Alpha.
He will win her and break her apart. She will lose him and everything around her. She was a princess and he a slave.
What were they to do? Fate was...
~The ultimate tragedy is when two souls share an amazing bond,
But meet when they aren't ready for each other~
-Jess Amilia
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Her soul was shattered in simple words.
His tragic death bore on her shoulders till she could not take any more.
The darkness was closing in on her.
Her madness would sometimes come to the surface
look at her in the mirror
and smile at her gently
till she could not endure it any longer.
She was theQueen
And what is a Queen
Without her King?
"Be-head him." Was her straight-put answer. She stared at the rogue coldly, her golden orbs shimmering in the night sky. She was sitting in a large chair, the cotton-velvet material supporting her spine and her leg crossed over the other. She wore a blood red dress that resembled her lips, long enough for it to cover her ankles and her heels. Her hair was done in a neat fashion, befitting for a ruler. Her hands were placed on the arm rests and her gaze pierced the rogues eyes, questioning his own sanity.
The rogues eyes began watering up as he looked at her in pain, hoping that his sorrow filled eyes would cause pity to erupt in her heart but no, none, he saw no such pity.
He began to shake violently in fear as the two guards pulled him up from his knelt position. He put up a terrific struggle, but they were finding no difficulty in subduing him.
"No-"--he shouted out--"No please!" Tears escaped his eyes. He pulled and resisted the two guards grips as he called back out to the women who sat on the chair. "You didn't even listen to my story!"
One guard clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled at his chains. "Stop straining and just follow us rogue."
The rogue shook his head and planted his heels on the floor. He pulled on his chains and hissed in pain as the silver coated metal brushed against his skin and began roasting it.
"My pack!"--he cried out again--"My pack was murdered, annihilated, by blood greedy wolves! I was not banished from my pack! My pack was destroyed!"
Yet, she didn't bat an eyelash at his confession. She just sat on her chair, staring at him hard before she gave out a small chuckle. "How do I know whether you are speaking the truth?" She asked the rogue.
He was dumbfounded, stupefied. No word could express the emotion that was depicted on his face. His mouth bobbed up and down like how a fishes would when it ran out of water. "Wha-what? Your majesty!? You possibly couldn't be thinking I am lying--"
