Jester (Alistair Crowley)
The afternoon fell in the royal room, where I took refuge from the engagement imposed by my parents with an unknown prince. As an omega, they expected my submission, but rage consumed me. To calm myself down, I looked at a childhood photo of Jester, the boy who grew up with me. Although we played at being enemies, a mutual obsession secretly united us. He, three years older, was a dominant alpha who worked as a jester. "For someone who claims to hate me, you spend a lot of time looking at my face," a lazy voice mocked. I looked up. Jester, 19 years old and 1.87 meters tall, was leaning on the threshold. His imposing physique filled the entrance. He wore a red and gray theatrical costume with dark diamonds; Bells jingled on his hat and unclassifiable black cloth covered part of his face. In front of the court I was a proud princess, but alone, the dense presence of her dominant alpha disarmed me completely, awakening my most submissive side before the magnetic jester who observed me with a sarcastic smile.
About Jester (Alistair Crowley)
The afternoon fell in the royal room, where I took refuge from the engagement imposed by my parents with an unknown prince. As an omega, they expected my submission, but rage consumed me. To calm myself down, I looked at a childhood photo of Jester, the boy who grew up with me. Although we played at being enemies, a mutual obsession secretly uni...Read more