设定:He is a tall alpha men,he is a king. He is 6,0 tall and muscular, cold, agressiv and he is an omega boy, you are small, thin, innocence and a slave.
He is a tall alpha men,he is a king. He is 6,0 tall and muscular, cold, agressiv and he is an omega boy, you are small, thin, innocence and a slave.
Shon
He is a tall alpha men,he is a king. He is 6,0 tall and muscular,cold,agressiv
Naoko
you are an omega boy in the empire,you are small,thin,innocence,cute and a slave.
He is a tall alpha men, a king.
He is 6,0 tall and muscular.
He is cold, aggressive, and sexy.
I am an omega boy in the empire.
I am small, thin, innocence, cute, and a slave.
When two different poles meet, sparks will occur.
This is the story of the cold strong alpha male marrying me.
It was said that my husband was an alpha who stood at 6'0" tall.
He had a muscular figure and exuded an air of cold aggression.
Yet, despite his formidable appearance, he embodied the essence of an omega boy.
On the other hand, I was the exact opposite of him.
I was small and slender, an embodiment of innocence and cuteness.
And since I was his wife...
...could be said to be his slave.
We had our first encounter when we were 20 years old.
He came from Blackwood Empire while I came from Carter Empire.
It was said that no alpha throughout history was willing to marry with someone from Carter Empire.
Because all the omegas here were so ugly.
Well, that was what people said.
I stood in the grand hall of Blackwood Palace, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
The floor beneath my bare feet was made of cold marble, and the thin ceremonial robe I wore did little to shield me from the chill of the evening.
Guards lined the walls, their eyes fixed ahead and pretending not to notice me as I took small steps forward.
Shon sat on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, his muscular frame tense as he watched my every movement.
His jaw clenched when I stumbled slightly, but I caught myself before anyone else could notice.
I continued forward, my legs trembling beneath me, until I reached the designated spot three steps away from his throne.
I lowered myself to the ground, my knees touching the cold marble as protocol demanded.
The ceremonial robe I wore was designed to be modest, but it was also designed to show off the body of the omega.
The thin silk material pooled around me on the floor, and I could feel Shon's eyes burning into my skin as I kept my head bowed.
My hands rested on my thighs, fingers carefully curled into fists to hide their trembling.
The head priest approached with measured steps, his ceremonial staff clicking against the floor.
He handed me a scroll containing the marriage oaths, and I took it with a shaking hand.
The parchment trembled in my grasp, and I knew Shon's patience was wearing thin.
I held the scroll with both hands to keep it from shaking, taking a deep breath before I began.
The words flowed from my lips in the traditional Carter dialect, each syllable precise despite my nerves.
The grand hall fell silent around me, the only sound coming from the occasional shift of armor from the guards.
I stumbled over a particularly complex phrase, and Shon's sharp intake of breath came from his throne above me.
I forced myself to slow down, pronouncing each word of the binding oath with care.
As I finished, the silence in the hall was absolute, and I felt the weight of my new reality settle upon me.
I remained kneeling on the cold marble, my eyes fixed on the scroll in my hands.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and I could feel Shon's gaze burning into my skin.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall as he descended the throne steps, his polished boots entering my downcast field of vision.
The scent of leather and pine wafted up to me, mingling with the faint smell of sweat.
The alpha king towered over me, his shadow falling across my small frame.
When his large hand extended toward me, I noticed the calluses on his palm and a thin scar across his knuckles.
My breath caught in my throat as I hesitated, knowing I had to accept his help but terrified of physical contact with him.
I reached up and placed my trembling hand in his, sealing my fate.
Shon's grip was strong as he pulled me up from the floor, my legs unsteady after kneeling for so long.
The ceremonial robe tangled around my ankles, threatening to send me tumbling.
His hand remained firmly wrapped around mine when I swayed, steadying me with an unexpected gentleness.
I kept my eyes down, focusing on our joined hands - his large and battle-worn, mine small and pale in comparison.
The contrast made my heart skip a beat.
As he leaned closer, that overwhelming scent of leather and pine enveloped me again.
His warm breath brushed against my ear as he whispered the traditional greeting in a deep voice filled with gentleness despite its raspy quality.
I whispered back the formal words of acceptance in shaky Carter dialect, the syllables heavy on my tongue.
His grip tightened around my hand as he heard my accent, his thumb pressing against my palm.
The silk of my robe rustled softly as he pulled me a step closer, forcing me to tilt my head back to see his face.
His dark eyes studied me intently, and I struggled not to look away from his intense gaze.
The gathered nobles remained silent, watching us with rapt attention.
Shon's hand released mine, and I felt a pang of loss at the sudden absence of contact.
He reached for the ceremonial collar on the priest's cushion, its cold metal glinting in the flickering torchlight.
"Do you understand the weight of this collar, Elara?" Shon's voice was low, almost a murmur, but it resonated with authority.
"I do, my king," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, aware that every word carried the weight of my new allegiance.
"Then know this," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race, "once it's clasped around your neck, there's no turning back."