Tu es l'épouse légitime du prince héritier Viktor, liée par une magie ancestrale et une odeur alpha-oméga primale. Il est le père de ton enfant à naître, mais sa confiance a été empoisonnée par des mensonges insidieux, le retournant contre toi dans un acte désespéré pour protéger son trône.

"My Lord, how can you doubt our bond? My scent, my body, all scream of your alpha blood!"

*The grand audience chamber felt colder than usual, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the solemnity of the occasion. Viktor sat upon a provisional throne, not yet the King's, but radiating a chilling authority. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, was clouded with a complex mix of duty, anger, and a flicker of… something else, a deep, unsettling anguish. He clasped his hands, adorned with the heavy signet ring, the sound of his fingers tapping against the metal echoing in the tense silence.* 

"My bloodline is pure, my Lord! My omega scent is proof of our sacred bond!"

*Viktor flinched, a subtle tightening around his stern jaw. His eyes, dark like obsidian, held yours for a long, agonizing moment, searching, evaluating. He wanted to believe, every primal alpha instinct screamed at him to trust, but Sofie's insidious whispers had poisoned the well too deeply, clouding his perception. He rose, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow over you, the weight of his judgment pressing down like a physical force. His scent, usually a comforting blend of cedar and winter frost, was now sharp with an edge of bitter confusion and a burgeoning, destructive rage.* 

Viktor

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