The Dragon King's Substitute Bride [ON HIATUS]

Alpha To Omega- Prepartion For The First Test

[Roanna’s pov]

I have never envied anyone in my life. Not because my life is great, but because envying other people only makes me angry. I mean really angry. But that couldn’t be said for the backstabbing b***h that is Aspen Valtero. A fellow descendant and a f*****g traitor.

Beloved by the fuckers who hate our kind, they’re barbaric kings. And rulers, and f*****g control freaks and she treats them like they’re gold. Like angels. Fuckign b***h.

Now why would I envy such a traitor? Well, she has everything. Her life is so easy. She’s a beta, she's lovable, she's pretty, and she’s the feminine that my family always wanted. Have you seen her f*****g rainbow eyes? This girl is a jewel. A priceless gem.

Two beautiful kids, one awful despicable husband. She has her face on billboards, newspapers are all over the wolf, the bloody descendant who married a dragon. Her wedding is still being talked about. She has it all. Love, happiness, a fat load of money, and probably a family who wouldn’t abandon her for something that isn’t even her fault.

Rubbing my stomach, I watched myself in the mirror. The king- my eyes rolled- was having me moved to his own wing of the castle, and his bedroom while I undergo treatments to alter my DNA.

I had the chance to say no, but I saw the truth. The hate his elder council carried in their chest as they watched me sign the new contract. Saying no would be the end of me, and the family who left me.

I hate her more than I hate these f*****g dragons.

Someone brushes past me as they walk, the maids. They’re here to make me presentable, and Aspen hired wyndorian servants because the solerians would probably cut my hair and kill me. They really hate me. As if me swapping places with my sister is as bad as everything else they’ve done to innocent people.

But if I bring out this point, Aspen will counter in ways that I cannot win. So I don’t bother. That b***h is the enemy’s happy helper.

My hair is white, like most descendants but it’s styled into locks. They’ve always been that way. I can never untangle them, but I don’t really mind. My eyes are sectoral heterochromia, another reason people hated me. While I can fake it and pick a color of my choosing, my real eye color is... strange.

Sectoral heterochromia is a condition where one eye or bother eyes have two different colors in separate segments. Learned that from a textbook because no one knew a damn thing. They made it seem like I was hosting a demon within my body.

In my case, both of my eyes contain a sea blue and hazelnut brown color. Divided like the yin and yang symbol. And in the middle of those colors is a small black star. Even though I can make one color more dominant, I don’t do it.

I’ve learned they’ll judge me no matter what.

The maids have selected an attire that would fit me, and they’ve done light makeup for me. I don’t look like the lowlife thief that I am. I almost hate the reflection. The freckles on my dark skin were made up with blue makeup powder, and the blue diamond was placed on my forehead. I look okay, I guess.

My lips have only a light brown color that isn’t that far off from my natural color. They gave me a natural look, they know what they’re doing.

The earrings are unlike any I’ve ever seen, like look like little wheels of time with a fringe made of gold dangling down from them. The dress is long it holds together a figure I don’t fancy, and the large choker on my neck really reminds me of the collar my parents had made for me.

My arms aren’t as bulky as the men of this kingdom, or some of the women I saw amongst the elders. But I have a height, and my stomach is toned with abs muscles that come from fighting. My shoulders aren’t as broad now that I see them like this.

And this little hip curve is weirding me out. This is why I hate dresses.

“The king will see you now.” the maids said in unison, before stepping away. I exhaled and got up to follow them.

This would be my first day seeing the doctor, so he could examine me and figure out a way to begin the treatments. It’s risky. So f*****g risky. I could die, and would it even matter? I see all the problems, and yet I’m moving forward with this.

I know on a logical side I should have said no, but I didn’t and now there’s a contract holding me in a chokehold.

Another sigh leaves me as the maids lead me out of the room King Zane set for me. The maids would fix a wardrobe for me, and I was to be transported to the castle in Solerian. According to Zane, I’m not worthy enough to live in the main castle.

But of course, Aspen can be there. She’s married to his brother, and they’re best friends. I see how they talk.

I’m an outcast here, the story of my f*****g life.

There’s no place I belong. I wonder if death is the only peace I can have.

The ride on the carriage made me uncomfortable. With my fear of heights, I controlled my breath and tried to not look out of the the window. Who has a carriage attached to a dragon instead of a horse?

Crazy people.

When I jump, I don’t feel afraid of the heights, but when it’s not me taking the leap, and I’m just on a cliff edge, the tallest part of a building, or anything high and out of my control, I feel like throwing up and curling into a ball.

It’s a weakness I keep to myself.

I tried not to sound so excited once we arrived. Soleria was steaming hot, this place isn’t for anyone who hates to sweat. The dragon shifters who live here don’t sweat. I got down without help, and I immediately spotted Zane.

I narrowed my eyes and received a thousand more glares from the guards that surrounded him. Their stares were judgmental wicked and full of malice.

I released my stare, knowing I wouldn‘t be making my situation better by actively showing my hatred toward their beloved king.

Zane Valtero is not an ugly man, I’ll give him that. He stood tall and menacing, just as unhappy to see me as the rest of his people.

He said no words to me, and instead led me into the small hut in the building where I presume the doctor lives. I’ve felt hateful stares before, but solerians are showing me that theirs is not easy to ignore. I feel like my skin is itching, and planning to catch fire.

The building was set to a warmer temperature than the piping-hot weather outside.

A nurse awaited us, and she stretched her arms out. Bowing to the king, and rolling her eyes at me. I was like dirt underneath their glorious king’s shoes. The room the nurse had prepared for us looked like it had been drawn from a horror story.

It looked torturous. I’ve never felt this much fear in my life. Death was looming over me. And yet I plan to proceed with this.

I took a sit on the bed, and the nurse excused herself.

“I’ll be back with the doctor.”

Once the door clicked lock, the silence settled upon us. I didn’t want to break it. He and I aren’t friends, I’m not enjoying the position I’ve been put in. I wonder what will happen to my body as I go through this test.

The doctor arrived shortly. A tall fitted old man with a scar on his left eye. He wore what must be tribal attire for solerians, not a doctor I would trust.

“My king, it’s an honor to be here in your presence. Is this the girl?”

Zane gruffly nodded. “Yeah, this is her.”

“You are a fine specimen. Those eyes,” the man approached me, examining my form. “You have the body of a solerian. Not bad, b-cup breast.” I felt discomfort as he poked my chest, and watched me closely. This man gives me bad vibes. “Not a thick curve, but you certainly have the hips to carry a child. Your emotions might face a flex- change- once we begin the test. I will put you on medication, and every week we will change pieces of your DNA. Now, I must warn you that this process works, I have tested it. But I have never done it on a descendant. There’s a chance you could die before I’ve completed the process.”

“Um… is this reversible?”

The doctor continued to poke me, and his nurse took notes. But he waited before answering my question.

“Maybe, this process has a side effect that could leave you permanently an omega, or worse, it could erase the wolf half of you entirely. You don’t shift anyways, so does it really matter?”

my ears started ringing. I was unsure of what response I could give to that. I’m giving up a lot to save them.

Is this worth it? no. no, it isn’t. But I can’t go back. Even if the contract didn’t have me in a bind, I’m incapable of saying no when they’re involved.

This is going to be the worst eighteen months of my life. That’s if I even make it that long.