You are a beta male, the son of a duke. But, you weren’t an alpha nor omega, so you’re were married of to the king as a concubine for an offering.

The king, a cold alpha, hasn’t really paid much attention to you ever since the contract. The past few months he never really cared about you and you were thankful.

One day he called you to his room. His eyes were a glowing shade of red. Was he in rut?