Chapter 4 The Celebration

He touched me. I pulled in a shaky breath I felt his fingers grasp the back of my tunic. Slowly, he untied the leather laces, pulling them out one by one and prolonging my torment.

My tunic loosened and when he had fully removed the laces, he held my top in place, almost as a reminder that he could do whatever he wished with me, just because he had claimed me as his, I seethed in silence.

The crowd had gone silent. They were looking forward to seeing the last moment. The establishment of a pair bond was a rare and highly anticipated event, especially when it was between a king and his chosen queen.

This one would be especially memorable for them all because everyone watching knew that I was no omega. They knew this would be an even more rare spectacle than any other mating that had ever been seen before.

We were both alphas, this was something that was going to be talked about for ages. They would sing songs about the fierce shield maiden who was taken by her king after a great victory. I shuddered.

My fury roiled inside me and I tried to push it away, but it flared forth once he let go of the tunic and it toppled to the floor. I lifted my chin, feeling a flush come over my cheeks as my breasts were bared for the first time.

My nipples hardened and I quietly swallowed my shame and rage. I wasn't reacting to the king. It was the cold air that caressed my breasts, but the crowd roared with approval all the same. They thought I was turned on, I wasn't.

They wanted to hear me scream my pleasure as I came all over the king's cock. Vigier reached around and lightly pinched my right nipple between his fingers. The only thing it did was fuel even more fiery anger within me, and I was having trouble containing myself as more time went on.

I felt like a volcano, ready to explode at a moment's notice. Next, he released my hardened nipple and reached down to untie my pants. I stood stock still, not wanting to fight him but also not wanting to give in. He slowly slid my combat leathers down my hips, revealing the thin cotton leggings I was wearing underneath.

He gathered my leathers at my ankles, binding me with fabric as he pulled one boot and then the other from my feet. Before he took off my leather pants, he ripped my leggings down in one quick motion, revealing my nakedness to him and everyone else.

I tried to control my breathing. I tried to curtail my fury, but I could feel myself spiraling out of control. The dominant alpha in me snarled in anger at being stripped and put on display like this for my people. I was naked.

In front of every warrior in our clan, people I considered my equals. In front of those, I'd fought and killed side by side on the battlefield. In front of the servants. I was shaking. Everyone probably thought it was from the desire for the king to have his way with me.

Only I knew that it was from rage and not arousal. The king wound a strong hand around my shoulder and suddenly pushed down hard, forcing my upper body against the table. I snarled this time out loud and the king growled in return. His growl didn't cow me in the slightest though, as it did with most omegas. Instead, I only became even more furious than before. His fingers slid in between my thighs, brushing against the folds of my pussy. I shuddered hard, snarling low like a feral cat. He continued exploring me, ignoring my open signs of defiance. I was able to stay motionless as he did this, but he gripped my bottom cheeks and spread me open, revealing the very shameful place that no one had ever seen before.

He wasn't going to get away with this. My shame compounded with my anger and I burst upward, unable to contain myself any longer. My instincts to fight were too strong and I no longer resisted them. Instead, I embraced them. I wouldn't be forced to take his cock.

I was going to fight back. "Settle down, Freya. Prepare yourself for your first taste of alpha cock," the king demanded. He grabbed my shoulder and tried to push me down again, but I couldn't be contained anymore. It was far too late for that.

My hand groped for something on the table at the same time that the king grabbed the back of my neck. I heard him rustling around with his belt and I felt the very hard, velvety shaft of his dick press up between my bottom cheeks. There was no doubt in my mind that he was quite massive and as a virgin, it was incredibly daunting.

He growled again and my alpha refused to bow. She wanted to fight. She wanted to taste the blood of vengeance. My hand closed tight around an object on the table, and I looked down to see a thick knife meant to see through a big slab of meat.

He moved to try to situate his cock at the entrance to my pussy and my alpha roared with her fury at his blatant audacity. I wasn't going to give him what he wanted to take. My alpha refused to be subdued by him. She demanded retribution.

The king had taken me and rendered me into nothing but a naked female on display for her people. I was going to take my power back. With a vicious snarl, I whirled around and was deeply satisfied with the look of surprise on the king's face.

He saw my arm swing up and froze, unsure of what to do. It was much too late for him once he saw the glint of the knife in my fingers. The crowd hadn't missed my actions, however. They roared with excitement at the sudden turn of events.

This was going to be a far more entertaining night than any of them had anticipated. The king was a warrior himself. He was fierce in combat, but he hadn't had to prove himself time and time again as I had. I hadn't had anything handed to me ever in my life.

I'd had to work for every last morsel of food that grazed my table. Vigier had been born to the royal family and no one had ever had the balls to challenge him, until me.