Reign To Rule (Myth of Omega Book 6) Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  Reign To Rule

  Western Lands Map

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  Own To Obey

  Author Note

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2018 by Zoey Ellis

  All rights reserved. Sale of any edition of this book is wholly unauthorized. Except for use in review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part, by any means, is forbidden without written permission from the author/publisher.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First Edition: December 2018

  Reign To Rule

  Malloron

  Hardened by the betrayal of his Omega, King Malloron is no longer showing any mercy. Time is running out and he will go as far as he needs to in order to get her back and keep her with him, even if it means destroying everyone and everything. His enemies will pay for what they have done, but so will Amara.

  Amara

  Struggling with the decisions she’s made, Amara is consumed by guilt. She fights for her freedom, but wonders how she can rectify all the suffering she has caused to so many. When her Alpha proves just how powerful Visant blood truly is, she has to decide if she will fight against the monster he will become, or submit to him knowing the kind of monster he already is.

  Reign To Rule is the sixth installment in the Myth of Omega series, a dark, steamy, Omegaverse romance. This book concludes Malloron and Amara’s story. If magically cruel Alpha anti-heroes, sassy Omega heroines, epic fantasy worlds, and captive romances are your thing, start with the beginning of their story Reign To Ruin (Book 4).

  Reign to Rule is an explicit reading experience from sexual scenes to violence and language. Includes disturbing situations and romance of a dark nature. For readers aged 18 and over.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  AMARA

  Tears would not stop falling.

  As the Ancient Tongue was used to drag her out into the courtyard, they fell. As spells were used to bind her wrists and tie her ankles together, they fell. And as she was forced into the large carriage that awaited, still they fell.

  Amara's heart ached for Malloron. She never expected to feel so disappointed to learn he was exactly the kind of man she had always thought he was, exactly the kind of man that she could never love. The ache pulsed so deep it consumed her—she could barely function or even notice what was happening. Her wild and raw emotions were echoed in the magic that swept around her, constantly surrounding her and blocking everything from view, and when she fell onto the seat of the carriage, she just laid there, her mind and heart conflicted.

  The thought that the children’s souls or energy had been inside her this whole time made her nauseous. Not only had Malloron put them inside her body, they’d been used by almost every king, including Malloron, that had reigned in Eiros. It was a selfish and cruel crime, and Malloron of all people should have put a stop to it. His own desperate need to never be vulnerable had scratched out his morals, but it went so much deeper than she thought.

  He didn't know anything about what it took to truly love another beyond the physical aspects of sex, and he almost made her believe that he was her true mate, but how could it be true?

  He had purposefully kept the origins of the tenebris from her for so long, even though he knew she was concerned about them. Part of her scolded her reaction—she had always known what kind of man he was, and he never pretended that he was anything different. What could she really expect? But something changed over the last month. She had seen the man beneath the mask—the man who was insufferably arrogant but who was learning to trust, the man who was protective of her, the man who revered titles and status, who repeatedly awarded her with the highest title and status he could give her; queen and true mate. She had begun to see him as more than the monster she always hated. She started to see past that, beyond his reputation, and even his atrocious actions against her. And still, he’d been able to surprise her with something even worse. Something she couldn’t forgive, especially when he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of giving it up.

  But she would have to give him up. And the idea of that cut her deeply. It was bad enough that she already missed him; and not just his purr and his scent and his body as he enclosed her in his arms, but his smile, his touch, the way he looked at her. Even his persistent arrogance and total dominance appealed to her in a way she’d never thought it ever would. She would never have that again now. It was impossible to choose him over the children. They were the vulnerable ones, just like Omegas were. They couldn’t be abandoned when she was the only one who knew the reason for the red dungeon and why they were there. She needed to get the tenebris back to them, somehow. And if she couldn't, if she failed at that, she would rather die and try to take the tenebris with her.

  By the time her sobs quietened, night had fallen. The carriage raced down a wide road, but the windows gave only a limited view of the outside due to the shutters that maintained the privacy of the carriage.

  Opposite her, the large, heavyset Duke Brecc sat watching her with cold black eyes, an enormous bandage wrapped around his fat neck that was already soaked with blood.

  Amara eyed him, wondering if he would truly survive the night. Malloron’s spears had been thick and pulsing—it was quite incredible that Brecc survived. Clearly Malloron had been right to try to secure her by the soul-bond. If this man could control the tenebris, it didn't bear thinking about.

  Malloron was the cruelest ruler in the Western Lands, but Brecc wasn't far behind. The power struggle between the four largest territories was well-known and Norryth, arguably the largest country after Eiros, had many alliances with the other countries. Most knew that Brecc was a cruel sadist, but he was never as visible as the royal family. Probably because he was fucking ugly.

  “I'm glad to see that you have calmed down, my queen,” Brecc said, somewhat wetly. He spoke with difficulty, a slight gurgle in the back of his throat.

  Amara sat up in her seat, struggling to do so with her bound limbs.

  “I apologize for my hospitality,” Brecc said, gesturing to her binds, “but I'm sure you can understand that I am extremely wary of you.”

  “Do you think that binding me will stop me from being able to use magic?”

  “Yes,” Brecc said simply. “Those binds have been charmed using a method straight from Malloron's grandfather’s research.” A grin spread across his face. “He bound the Omega he had too.”

  Amara's mouth tightened as her mood descended. “What is it you want with me?”

  Brecc jerked forward. “If it were down to me, you would be fucking dead,” he spat. “You killed nearly all of my family when you destroyed my house. You deserve to die.”

  Amara stared back at him evenly. She didn't even remember what her state of mind had been when that happened, but she did know it wasn’t unprovoked. “I didn't realize your family was in the house,” she admitted. “I apologize for what I did, but your men attacked me. They bound me, like you have bound me now, a
nd when I try to protect myself, they shot magical weapons at me. I was simply protecting myself.”

  “You destroyed my weapon!” he thundered. “I had been working on that for years, and you destroyed it within moments. Everything I had planned, everything I was owed, was tied to that weapon succeeding, and you are to blame for its destruction.”

  Amara stared at Brecc, taking in his expression. She had no idea what weapon he was talking about, but he was clearly angry and not looking for an apology; he simply wanted revenge. And that was what made him dangerous. “What do you intend to do with me?”

  Brecc leaned back in his seat, his eyes on her. “First, I will fuck you,” he said calmly. “I want to know what it’s like to fuck an Omega.”

  Amara almost choked on the bile in her throat but stayed silent.

  “Then you will die, but not before you help me take Eiros.”

  “I will never do that,” Amara shot at him.

  “You have already done the hardest part of it,” Brecc snapped. “Do you think I didn’t notice what happened back there?” His eyes gleamed in the darkness of the carriage. “King Malloron bit you. He attempted to soul-bond with you and you did not bite him back.” He leaned forward again. “How long do you think he will last? I’m thinking it will only be a week or so until he is completely brain-dead, and who do you think will take Eiros once that happens? His siblings could never rule now, not even his sniveling brother. There is no other that can claim his throne.”

  Amara pushed down the wild panic that rose in her at the idea that Malloron would die. It was accompanied by the stinging guilt that she had not secured the bond. Of all his faults, he tried to protect her and in return she hadn’t protected him back.

  “He clearly cares a lot about you—I have never known him to care about anyone. I hope he feels everything you feel when I fuck you raw,” Brecc sneered. “Then he will know I have taken everything from him there is to take.”

  “You underestimate him. In a week he could protect his throne and find a way to protect himself from the one-way bond.”

  Brecc laughed stiffly. “That may have been true at one point,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “But he no longer has the history and knowledge of his ancestors.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “He destroyed the Visant temple in a fit of rage,” Brecc said. “And that probably was the only thing that could have helped his current circumstance.”

  A blinding horror rose in Amara as she realized the run-down room Malloron had taken her to was the Visant temple. No one knew where it was located but it was known to be extremely sacred and highly valued by the Visant family. Tears threatened again that Malloron had even taken her to a place so precious and sacred to him.

  “Things are about to change, Omega,” Brecc said, his smug expression somewhat eerie. “Thanks to you, the Visant rule is over.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  MALLORON

  Malloron groaned as he opened his eyes.

  The pressure in his head had lessened somewhat, but it was still there, throbbing as it threatened to press in again. He suddenly realized he was lying on a table and turned his head to view his surroundings. He was still in Elion's house, but he must have passed out, because he couldn't recall getting onto the table, which was sitting in the middle of the living area. He tried inching his head up but the pressure jolted in his brain and forced him to still.

  A young woman moved into view, carrying a small bowl with a stirring brush. She looked young, possibly under twenty, with smooth, flawless tawny-brown skin and wore a simple servant’s tunic dress. When she saw Malloron watching her, she froze, examining him cautiously for a long moment as though he were about to attack. When he didn’t move, she stirred whatever was in her bowl and then lifted the brush, saturated with a thick, moss green paste, and gently brushed it on each of his temples. Surprisingly the paste was warm, and its heat spread along his skin and over his scalp. The pressure that pressed in on Malloron’s brain lessened slightly, and he exhaled heavily at the relief.

  Slowly, he propped himself up on his elbows and as he did, the girl darted back and hovered just out of arm’s reach, her eyes wide as she watched his every move. He looked around the room and noticed the bodies of Brecc’s Talent-crafters had been removed. Some of the furniture was damaged but otherwise everything seemed normal and fixed back into place.

  As he stared over the changed scene, his mind reeling from the events that had taken place, he didn’t see the girl slowly inching forward again until a smooth hand slid onto his shoulder and pressed gently, encouraging him to lie back down. Her dark brown eyes were wide on him, and she looked terrified, but she pressed again. “You must rest, Your Majesty,” she whispered.

  “Who are you?” he demanded. “How long have I been here like this? Where is Elion?”

  Although the girl started at his demands, she quickly straightened her shoulders and spoke louder. “Elion is being treated. It's only been a few hours. The bond would have mellowed by now, so it would be less painful.”

  Malloron grabbed her arm quickly. “You know about the one-way bond? How it works?”

  The girl's eyes widened to frightening proportions and she struggled to get out of his grip before realizing he held on too tight. “N-n-no…,” she stuttered. “Everyone knows that the bond mellows after a few hours, every bond does. It's always intense at first.”

  Yes, that was right. Newly created bonds eventually mellowed into a more manageable experience, which had to be the only reason why he was able to think. That and whatever she had put on his head. But neither would last.

  Malloron glanced around the room again. “Where is Elion being treated?”

  She pointed toward the bedroom, but as Malloron made efforts to get up she placed a hand on his shoulder again. “You will likely be dizzy for a while, Your Majesty,” she insisted. “Please lie down. Let me treat you.”

  Malloron stilled. “How do you intend to treat me?”

  The girl lifted the bowl she was holding. “This potion helps to minimize internal head trauma,” she explained. “I'm hoping that it will help you to deal with the effects of the bond.”

  “Unless you are a trained Talent-crafter from Eiros Castle, nothing you mix will be of any standard worth trying on me,” Malloron almost snarled. But when he tried to get up, the dizziness that gripped him rendered him still.

  “Please rest,” the girl urged. “The potion needs time to seep into your skin.”

  “I don't have time,” Malloron responded through gritted teeth. “I need—I need to—”

  As he struggled to speak, the girl brushed more of the substance onto his temples. The potent herby, spicy smell of it filled his nose and he recognized the sophisticated complexity in the layering of the various scents. He looked at the girl, his gaze quizzical. “Did you make this?”

  She nodded as she quickly dabbed more substance along his hairline, almost as though she felt he would move soon. “I'm sure if you rest you will feel much better, Your Majesty.”

  “I cannot stay here,” Malloron insisted. He let her go and tried to swing his legs down off the table. Brecc had Amara and he needed to get her back, not only for her safety, but also his survival.

  “Yes, but—”

  “It's all right, Shaya.” A new voice sounded from the door.

  Malloron lifted his head to see Elion's future wife entering the room.

  “It won't take affect if he doesn't rest,” the girl insisted. “I don't have the ingredients to make a potion that will work quicker.”

  Elion's betrothed placed a hand the girl’s shoulder and smiled. “You did the best you could with what you had,” she assured. “But the king is concerned about other matters at the moment.”

  The girl clutched her bowl to her stomach as Elion’s woman pulled her to one side and spoke to her quietly. Malloron watched them both carefully. Why were they helping him? How much did either of them know, and what were their intentions? Sur
ely they weren’t loyal to him—Elion hadn’t been. Finally, the girl left the room and Elion’s future wife turned to him calmly, her shoulders squared, her hands clasped before her. Malloron suddenly realized something. He glanced around and leaned back to peer out of a window that gave a view to the back garden.

  He rarely visited this house and yet he had actually been here recently.

  Turning back to Elion’s woman, he watched her with a new suspicion. She was as he remembered; dressed in a gown and jewelry almost fit for royalty with deep cinnamon-brown skin, and rich red curly hair piled on top of her head. “Did you target him?” he asked calmly.

  She stilled. “What do you mean, Your Majesty?”

  “Did you target my brother for some kind of mission?”

  When she continued to look at him blankly, he leaned forward, growling. “For what purpose are you marrying him? You are an Omega, yes? You do not love him. You are doing this for your Mothers. What is the fucking purpose? Does it have anything to do with me or the royal crown?”

  The woman’s face slacked and she swallowed as he pushed himself onto his feet. Malloron tried to avoid wincing at the jolt of pain that shuddered around his mind as soon as his feet hit the ground.

  “I arrived here a while ago in pursuit of my Omega and I found her out there.” He pointed to the back garden. “And at that time I didn't even realize that I had come to my own brother’s house—usually I think of him as being in Khayola not DarFara. Elion wouldn’t have been a reason for Amara to come here. She came here for you.”

  The woman said nothing. Her expression tightened, and her body tensed, but she gave nothing else away as she watched him closely. She seemed to be preparing to bolt if the opportunity arose, but Malloron was relying on the fact that she had built a life in this country and one with Elion. She would not be able to disappear easily. “Explain yourself,” he demanded.