Chapter 2 - The wedding
Trigger warning: Emotional child abuse.
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~ 15 years ago ~
His little hands caressed the white soft fur. Kohl was so happy. His parents never allowed him to have a pet before. “Look Isoldi, look how cute he is,” he said, showing his nanny his new friend.
She kneeled in front of him and looked at the little boy with a warm smile. Isoldi loved Kohl dearly, and he loved her too, more than he loved his own parents.
“He’s really cute, just like you are. Can I hold him too?” Isoldi asked.
“Yes, here.” Kohl placed the little white bunny gently into her hands.
The past few days, Kohl had cuddled his pet and nurtured it with much care. ‘Snow’ he had called it.
After Isoldi gave him his friend back, little Kohl fed Snow a little piece of carrot, until his father suddenly came stomping in the room. Kohl got scared, his father never came into his room.
“H-hello father,” he said with a little quavering voice.
His father took the white little animal by its neck fur and held it up in the air. “I heard you lost your fight today?” the King said while looking at Snow.
Being 7 years old now, Kohl needed to train and fight every day to become a strong warrior. The King didn’t like weak men.
“I’m sorry father, but...h-he was older than I am and a lot taller. I had no chance.”
“Excuses... You need to be trained more,” his father said sternly and he dropped the bunny in Kohl’s lap, making the boy let out a sigh of relief. “You need to stop showing mercy!”
“I will do better next time, father, I promise.”
“What’s his name?” the King asked, looking at the animal in his son’s lap.
Kohl’s eyes started to twinkle, his father never paid attention to the things he liked. “Snow, he is so cute and--”
“Twist its neck.”
It was an order, coming from the King himself.
“W-what?” Kohl asked.
“You heard me. Don’t make me say it again, son!”
Kohl’s little lip trembled. His eyes watered. His hands shook. He looked into the little bunny’s eyes. The animal didn’t have a clue about what’s just been said. It was so innocent and never harmed anybody.
“But father...I...”
A hard slap landed in his face. It hurt and Kohl started to cry. Isoldi couldn’t watch her prince being hit. “My King--” Another slap bounced off the walls and this time it was Isoldi taking the hit. Kohl couldn’t bear it if anything happened to her. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” he cried.
10 minutes later, he held a dead bunny in his hands. It took him lots of force as it was hard to break the neck. It was horrible, feeling the little bones crack underneath his little fingers.
“I’m sorry, Snow. I’m so sorry!” he cried, while he stroked the white fur for the last time.
~ Present time ~
The tournament was over and Kohl was the strongest fighter out of all the 8 kings, just like he already knew he would be. 3 days after the tournament he and Arya got married. It was a cold and loveless wedding day even though it was as luxurious as only royals could have.
The feast was going on right now and Arya and Kohl sat next to each other, looking at the people celebrating. Thaksin sat beside them as well but all 3 hadn’t exchanged any words until Kohl started:
“We won’t live here,” he told them, making Arya startle.
“What do you mean?” Arya asked her new husband. They were the first words she had said to him out of her own free will.
“We will live in my castle. I can’t live in a castle where I’m not king,” Kohl explained.
Arya wanted to talk back, but her father gave her a look and she knew she’d better hold her tongue.
“King Kohl,” Thaksin started. “What if Arya stays here, and you’ll go back to your kingdom. Then, after I retire in a few years, you can live together in Oprela,” Thaksin suggested.
“No. We will leave tomorrow,” Kohl told them and with that, the conversation was over and he walked away to see Aema.
“What?! Father, how can I live with that man?! I’ve never been away from the castle before!” Arya said. She could just cry, right then and there.
“I’m sorry, child. You are his now. Please try to be good and obedient for your own safety.”
Thaksin never would have planned this tournament if he knew Kohl would take away his only child. He was so afraid of the life that Arya was going to have, living together with the brute. The old King prayed to the gods, that was all he could do.
~
That night Arya waited in her chamber for her new husband. It would be the last night in her own home. She was all washed up and made ready for the wedding night. Tonight, she will lose her virginity to her alpha and that knowledgement made her scared.
She didn’t want to lay with Kohl, but Brianna, her most trustworthy servant and friend, had advised her she should not anger Kohl, close her eyes, and hope that it would be over soon.
The door opened and the alpha came in, looking at her.
Kohl could smell her fear. The omega looked so scared, so sad, and so weak and pathetic. But he didn’t care about it.
“Y-you can take what’s yours, but don’t expect me to enjoy it,” she said. Even though Bianna had said she shouldn’t anger the man, Arya couldn’t hold her tongue as soon as she saw him looking at her with those hungry eyes.
Kohl wasn’t impressed. “Stand and undress,” he ordered.
Arya didn’t know how this all worked, she’d never been intimate with someone before. With her hands shaking, she did what Kohl ordered her: She stood up and took off her robe.
Kohl liked what he saw and it all belonged to him now. Arya’s body was flawless and her scent was divine.
She looked at the ground, not able to look at the brutal man before her eyes. She still saw the monster she’d seen in the arena and she felt so disgusted with him! Kohl walked over to her and grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up. The alpha’s fingers were rough and hard.
He then undressed before her eyes. Arya didn’t want to look at him but had to and she saw a body different from her flawless one. It had signs of battle—it had flaws, scars, bruises, and muscles.
Kohl pressed his naked body against Arya’s and the man’s whole body felt hard to the touch. It was warm, yet it made Arya shiver.
The alpha then placed his nose against her nape and took in the sweet scent. Arya felt her heartbeat in her throat. She could hear Kohl growl and purr and she could smell the alpha’s arousing pheromones, coming off his scent glands.
He unexpectedly turned her around and bent her forwards, making her support on the bed with her hands. Arya choked on her own breath when she felt Kohl’s hard erection entering inside of her, just like that. It hurt. It hurt so much, feeling like she was torn apart, and wrecked in half! But she didn’t make a sound and tried to remember what Brianna had said. She closed her eyes and bit on her lip, hoping it would soon be over.
~
After Kohl was done taking her in various ways, he fell on top of Arya, who almost succumbed under the alpha’s weight. Kohl rolled them around till they laid on their sides. When Arya wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible, he didn’t let her. “You need to wait, my knot is still inside you so you’re bound to me, still.”
Arya felt nasty and ashamed. She didn’t mean to give Kohl the satisfaction earlier, but her body hadn’t listened, especially not after he’d marked her. The teeth that impaled her skin had burned her, but it wasn’t the physical pain that was the worst. It was the shame she felt, knowing that the omega inside her had gotten satisfaction out of what Kohl had done to her.
After ten horrible minutes of waiting, Kohl shoved Arya off of him and stood up, wiping himself a little clean. He then got dressed and left. On his way out, he slammed the door, making Arya tremble at the sound.
She felt traces of Kohl flow out of her body and she felt even more disgusted. Her whole body kept trembling like a leaf in the wind and she didn’t seem to get it under control.
“Brianna?” she cried out.
Brianna rushed into the room. “Oh, my princess, tell me how I can help you?”
“Clean this up, please. And I w-want to wash.”
~
At night, Kohl slept next to Arya. He had come back an hour after he left. Arya didn’t know what the alpha had done in the meantime and she didn’t care about it either.
When she heard Kohl’s slow-paced breaths, she got up and picked up a knife she had brought with her after she washed herself. She then hovered over Kohl and held the knife against the alpha’s throat. If she killed him, all her troubles would be over. Her hand shook and Arya bit her lip, waiting too long because Kohl opened his eyes. Her chance was gone.
Kohl didn’t react like she thought he would. All he did, was force his neck more against the blade of the knife.
“Do it then, kill me,” the alpha said with a calm voice.
Arya wanted to kill him so badly, but...she couldn’t. As her hand trembled, the iron cut Kohl’s neck a little, and Arya saw some blood flow out of the wound.
Why couldn’t she just do it? Was it because she was marked? She just couldn’t!
Kohl then took the knife out of her weak grip and laughed while he threw it on the bedside table. “I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re weak... You had your chance, my love. Now, don’t try this crap on me again or you’ll suffer from the consequences. Let me fucking sleep.”
The alpha King rolled around and closed his eyes.
“I hate you,” Arya spoke before she laid herself down next to her husband.
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