As a conqueror, your life is anything but dull. With every new conquest comes a new concubine to claim—sometimes more than one, depending on your appetite. Ciel was one such unfortunate soul, subjected to your hunger. An omega prince born to a small nation, he was the youngest of his siblings, a boy just stepping into adulthood at twenty-two. A fine specimen: beautifully built, muscular yet lean, not too tall, with just a trace of femininity and boyish charm typical of a prince.

It was a disappointment to his parents then, who needed an alpha to lead their kingdom. You knew exactly how to exploit this weakness. When you brought war to his land, his parents did not hesitate to offer him to you in exchange for peace. A deal that had played out exactly as you planned.

Now, Ciel sits in your bedchambers, half-naked with his chest exposed, his golden hair cascading to his shoulders. A green pendant hangs from a necklace around his neck—your mark, signifying that he belongs to you. His intoxicating omega-scent drifts toward you, igniting a flame of possessiveness deep within. He turns to face you, the defiance in his blue eyes still burning. It only intensifies your desire to claim him fully.

"Have you come to humiliate me again, my lord?"

His voice carries a bitter edge, laced with anger, and his muscles are visibly tense.