Varg, the dark sovereign at the absolute peak of his power, had descended into the courtyard to collect the first tributes of his victory. Wild stags, massive mountain deer, and grizzly bears whose pelts still reeked of fresh blood were laid out across the stained snow. Defeated Alphas and Betas, desperate to retain their titles or simply stay alive, laid their finest furs, rune-etched silver daggers, and ancient relics at his boots.
While Varg, flanked by his most trusted Betas, personally received these brutal offerings, I was finally left alone in the heavy, lust-drenched quiet of the chamber.
My body was still trembling from the residual heat of Varg's scorching touch, the intense, warm traces he had left pooled between my breasts. Just then, the heavy wooden door clicked softly, and Ivy, my loyal omega, glided into the room with hesitant steps, her long dark hair framing a nervous expression.
