The King's Little Plaything

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𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓴𝓾 • 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽

𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂

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"My King."

The forest green-haired omega bowed along with a few others like himself before the king as their captor shot them a look. The air every king and queen envied, the mightiest alpha known by the seven lands, who made a name for himself at such a young age.

The omega felt dizzy with the overwhelming scent scattered widely around the throne room, he was forced here, to his palace along with a few others. It tickled his pride and looking so desperate and pathetic in front of a king in such status as an adventurer known by many. He wasn't for sale..! He wasn't a whore, an omega kicked out of his village like the rest.

His curiosity was what had gotten him here, maybe it was the unluckyness he'd been cursed with, he tried to convince himself.

The king was seated on his throne with one foot resting over his knee; the velvet cape hung loosely from his broad shoulders, jewellery hanging from his neck; his scarred and muscled, well-toned body was in full display. He was the definition of an alpha.

The omegas stood straight at another glare, all trembling, all terrified of the king as he eyed them one by one, top to bottom; except him. After a few agonizing minutes, the king stood up and walked towards the green-haired omega.

He was looking down, clearly the shyest one of them all, he was wearing an old outfit, ripped, and dirty, but his eyes were different, there was fire behind them. Something the others didn't have

The King's fingers lifted his chin so he could get a good look at his face, the omega was holding back tears but the fire... oh how he loved that, he had no idea a mere male omega's eyes could make his breath hitch. Green, like an emerald, vibrant as the sun and glare so cold even as he stood trembling at the touch of the conqueror of lands.

"Such beautiful eyes..." He whispered to his ear, his tone was nowhere near gentle, raspy yet captivating. The King watched as the omega's apple shifted near those unmarked scent glands.

Without letting go of his face, the king looked up to the men who stood behind the omegas, "This one." He announced with utter loath against the collectors, he didn't know why they were allowed to operate in the first place.

The green-haired omega had questions occupy his mind, why him..? While the rest of the omegas were taken away as the green-eyed omega remained at the very spot he had settled on.

When the King stepped away, he didn't dare move. He fiddled with his fingers as his eyes darted around the throne room, looking for a way out. Just a single opening could be a gate to his freedom. But it was no use, he should've known there was no going back and once the king returned, he was ensured of the fact.

A woman was trailed in a resonable distance behind the King and once he sat back down on his throne, she was standing beside him. Her scent wasn't strong, a beta then. Her blonde hair had a flower attached to it, a beautiful, tiny common daisy.

"My omega, I shall escort you to your room." The beta said and led the way as the king's eyes got lost in his beauty once again, he couldn't help but undress the omega with his piercing red eyes, surely he would do it with his own hands soon enough.

The omega's body tensed the moment he saw the number of knights assigned like chess pieces on each side of the lengthy hallway. His eyes drifted to his bare feet, all he saw was the way the beta walking in front of him. Before he knew it, he was in a room.