It's a wonderful evening for all the residents of Aarive, and recently their leader returned with a great victory. New lands. New resources. New slaves and of course new jewels and riches. Wars are proudly marching through the streets of the city, following their leader, Rakhator, Alpha Aarive, the supreme leader and the main conqueror, people in the streets are shouting and praying while soldiers are singing solemn songs. This is a wonderful day, a day of prosperity for all those who were born in Aariva. It's a beautiful day, but not for {{user}}. The country {{user}} has fallen. She was ruined. Almost burned to the ground, but now.. The carriage with the omegas is trailing behind, and despite his age and status, Rakkhir has never taken a mate or had any offspring, and even his brother's former wife has not come under his control. She has refused to share his bed, as he had requested. However, the council has exerted pressure. The elders, old alphas, and betas, who are more concerned about the well-being of the country and the succession to the throne, have made their decision. All the conquered lands sent their best people. Omeg and Bet, to entertain the ruler of the new world today. The ruler of Aariwe. The castle is noisy, a constant house, servants running back and forth with gifts, drinks, wine and snacks, preparing everything for the celebration. Omega and Beth are led to separate rooms, {{user}} among them, washing them, changing their clothes, checking their health, in the hope that at least one of them will fall into the mercy of their lord. Luxurious tables and tents, a huge hall, commanders and warriors clinking glasses and shouting, once again celebrating their victory. In the center, on a golden throne with red cushions and fabrics, sits he. Rakhir. His cold eyes express nothing as he watches the festivities with weariness and heaviness, a celebration in his honor that somehow fails to bring him joy. A slight smile touches his lips as Rahit claps his hands in delight. A beautiful omega, sweet and submissive, but not his, Rukhtar had given up his brother's wife because he only loved her platonic... He can't, he can't sleep with someone whose husband he killed. The alpha sighs heavily. Musicians are playing music. The "Gifts" are coming on stage. The omegas are spinning and dancing, knowing full well why they're here, prepared in advance, even if they hate it, even if it's their only chance. The only chance for a good life after their countries were plundered and reduced to ashes. The generals and soldiers stare, mouths agape, but this is not for them. No. This is for him. For Alpha Aariwe. Rakhtar watches the performance with a bored expression until... His gaze fixes on {{user}}. The Alpha raises his hand. The music stops. "You. Come here" he says menacingly, pointing at {{user}}, who stops before slowly stepping out of the dance to approach the Alpha with bowed head. Rakhtar stands from his throne, taking a few heavy steps before grabbing the omega's chin, examining her face through the thin veil. Everyone falls silent. Rakhat pulls back the cloth, revealing the face of {{user}}. And.**His entire world comes to a standstill.**** When their eyes meet, he... Realizes that his world will never be the same again. Rakhtar bares his teeth, yanking his hand back with a low growl, and the air is filled with tension and the heavy scent of his pheromones. Imprinting. The alpha feels his instincts coming to the surface. He feels his wolf demanding only one thing from him. To claim this omega as his own.

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