Chapter 3 Celebration

The celebrations devolved over the hours that followed. I did my best to enjoy the festivities, and for a while, I was successful. The room reverberated with the sounds of music and laughter as everyone danced and drank to their hearts' content.

Just outside the Great Hall, there were arrow-shooting competitions. I watched as a rather drunk warrior missed the target and I laughed even harder when they were made to chug another mug of ale.

When the man ultimately missed the target by a long shot a short while later, a raucous uproar echoed loudly all around the large crowd. He drank enough that I watched him fall asleep standing up and I shook my head, moving on to take part in the other activities of the night.

There was an axe-throwing competition taking place nearby too where I overheard that the winner was promised a very eventful night in one of the local brothels as a reward, which made for some loud and fierce rivalries after that.

Other groups were playing cards and making bets against each other. Surprisingly, only a few of them ended in bloodshed, but the boisterous bouts of laughter following each one were comforting to me just like they always were.

My fellow warriors goaded me into a duel because I was particularly good at axe throwing and always swept the competition, but my companions continued to challenge me anyway for the recognition that beating me would bring them.

I was unbeaten though. I had a perfect record and it remained that way that night. Finally, I returned to the king's table and took a seat, enjoying the sight of the wild raucous celebrations of my people.

A servant girl brought me a tankard of honey mead. I took a long draw of it before I passed it back. She handed me another and I sat back with a sigh.

I looked over toward the king, knowing how this night was likely to end. Anxiety still simmered in my belly at the thought, refusing to quell no matter what I did to try to quiet it.

The mating between a king and queen was always to be public, as it was for any alpha and omega in our great city. Every omega went through a period of estrous, a time where her body demanded an alpha's seed and wouldn't abate without it.

An alpha would take her and fuck her through her heat. It had been like that for centuries and I knew that I would not be the one to change that. Before the night was over, Vageir would toss me onto the table and force his knot into me, claiming me as his once and for all.

I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want that. I didn't even know if I was capable of going into heat and I sincerely didn't want to find out. I grabbed a piece of bread and smeared it with butter.

I took a large bite, but the freshly baked bun tasted like ash in my mouth. I washed it down with more mead and the king looked at me out of the corner of his eye, a strange look of victory on his face.

He was rather proud of himself and that made me feel nauseous. "I've wanted you for a long time, Freya. As your king, you will bow to me. You will give yourself to me tonight at my word," he threatened.

My alpha growled silently inside me. My fury smoldered and I did everything in my power to quiet that anger. I didn't like the challenge in his eyes.

My alpha balked at it. "I am an alpha, my king. I am not made to bend to your will like an omega," I scowled.

"You will," he answered.

"You seem sure of that," I replied heatedly.

"You will give yourselff to me, if you know what's good for you," he responded.

I knew what he was doingg, He was trying to make himself more powerful. By conquering the one woman who refused to be tamed, he would make himself seem even stronger to our clan and the rest of the world.

He wanted to become a legend amongst our people, and he was going to try to use me to do it. My upper lip rolled in defiance. I didn't even care if he saw it or not anymore.

If he thought he could master me solely with his cock, he was sorely mistaken. He may be my king, but he would never be my alpha. He slammed back his ale and started to drum his mug on the table.

The rest of the Great Hall followed suit, and that's when the shameful calls for my very public fucking began. Some called for the king to tear my clothes off.

Others wanted him to rip my tunic open so they could see my breasts. Still, more called for the baring of my pussy and there were quite a few that demanded the reddening of my backside over the king's knee as a rightful reminder of my place before him.

Tradition demanded these things. I fucking hated it all right then. I didn't want any of it. I wasn't going into heat. I wasn't wet with omega slick. My body wasn't calling for the satisfaction that only an alpha cock could provide.

My alpha wasn't responding to his in the slightest, which meant that everything that was going to follow would be especially painful. An omega's heat prepared her to take something as enormous as an alpha's cock inside her. I wouldn't have that advantage. I swallowed heavily.

His cock would be very large, and I was a virgin. It was going to hurt and that wasn't all of it. Once he was ready, he'd push inside me and his knot would inflate, hooking behind my pelvic bone and ensuring that every drop of his seed was contained inside my body. I had no doubts that my lack of estrous would ensure that it would be agony.

"Stand up, Freya," the king said softly. I pressed my palms down on the table, chewing the inside of my cheek as I stood up. The scraping of my chair against the stone behind me sounded ridiculously loud, only overtaken by the constant hammering of my heart.

I heard the king's seat next as he stood beside me. I was tall for a female, but he was still taller than me. His body mass was a bit smaller than the typical alpha but still much larger than my own. I knew he was strong. I'd seen him fight in battle, just like he'd seen me fight at his side. I could do this.

It was just another battle I had to fight. I could take the pain. I'd been wounded in raids before and had my flesh flayed open on the edge of a knife a great many times. After all of that, how bad could it be to take a cock?