Hidden Wounds

by stratospheric

Summary:

Jafar takes his rival as a slave, his greatest desire is to make him suffer in the worst possible ways, but Aladdin will not suffer alone.

Jafar realized that he loved him, but the problem is that he realized it too late.

Notes:

Hello, this is my first work here, This work is being reposted, English is not my mother language, so from now on, I ask you to understand me and I'm sorry for any mistakes.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: New Sleve

          Perfume is a sentence, prey is destiny. In a breath, the alpha rises; in a desire, the omega kneels.

The Laws of the Flesh

         From the very beginning, the world has been built upon two sub-genders: alphas and omegas. There are no betas, nor intermediates; only strength and fragility, leadership and obedience. But there are no fables here: no subjugating voice with a command, nor irrational rut. What governs life is the fertile period—an inevitable cycle that awakens the call of reproduction and rearranges the house.

         Scent is the first sentence. Citrus or woody scents announce an alpha; sweet or floral, an omega. From birth, the flesh confirms the division: Alphas are tall and strong, imposing themselves through their presence; omegas are smaller, delicate, men with androgynous features whom many call "girls". Thus, biology defines destiny: alphas rule families and thrones; omegas take care of the home, the children, and carry submission as law.

         When their cycle arrives, the scents intensify. Alphas seek out brothels or lovers, guided by Omega mothers who arrange meetings, prepare herbal teas, and perform rituals to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Meanwhile, omegas retreat to nests of familiar clothes and scents, sheltered by their mothers, while alpha fathers and siblings keep watch against intruders. Among the poor, the reality is cruel: Many young people are handed over to brothels, where madams take on the role of temporary guardians.

         To contain the chaos, each class found its own way: bitter herbal teas, purifying baths, resin amulets, refined oils and ointments. But nothing is as strong as one's own flesh. Alphas possess fangs, with which they leave a bonding mark on an omega's scent glands. This bite seals ownership and fertility, but must be renewed every year. The same glands, the omogeal points, when pressed, weaken or calm—they are weapons of domination and balms of surrender.

         During mating, the body demands the binding, the knot. A temporary muscular dilation that binds the couples for minutes, releasing hormones that reinforce both conception and the mark. For some, it is sacred; for others, humiliation. But no bond is complete without it.

         Even anatomy reflects the order. Alpha males have typical bodies; alpha females are born intersex, with a penis and vagina, but without external testicles; Omega males share this condition in a smaller and more fragile version, urinating while sitting down; Omega women possess the traditional feminine form. During childbirth, the scent determines the gender: citrus or woody, an alpha girl; sweet or floral, an omega boy.

         In social life, what defines homosexuality or heterosexuality is not gender, but subgender. An alpha with an omega is always seen as heterosexual. Alpha with alpha or omega with omega, homosexual. Although not a crime, this is a marginalized practice, mainly among alphas; among omegas, it is often exploited in brothels. In everyday life, however, it is often mistaken for friendship, when they walk hand in hand or arm in arm.

         And so this world is sustained: marked by perfumes and prey, governed by invisible laws, where each cycle is a sentence, each bite is a bond, each birth reaffirms the order of the two subgenres.

         But not all order is eternal. Sometimes, a single desire is enough for the flesh to be rewritten… and the most haughty alpha finds himself reduced to a fragile omega before the throne of his enemy.

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         Everything was perfect, things were finally in their right place, Jafar finally had the lamp, he was finally the sultan, and he had also become the most powerful of the sorcerers.

         The old idiot that Jafar had been forced to call Sultan and serve for all these years was now nothing more than a prisoner in the dungeons of the palace that was once his.

         And of course, the best part, that arrogant little princess was now his slave, and she was there, in harem clothes and in chains, serving the former vizier as a lowly servant.

         And that street rat who dared to get in his way, was now far away, freezing to death in an icy desert, at least that's what Jafar thought, but that kid was more stubborn than a mule, and even though he no longer had any power or title, he dared to return.

         Ah, Jafar should have suspected something was wrong when that omega changed from water to wine with him, suddenly changing her skittish behavior to the posture of a kind and seductive lover.

        "How many times do I have to kill you, boy?" Jafar asked, hitting Aladdin with the magic of his staff, throwing him against one of the palace columns.

         Jasmine went after the sorcerer and tried to take the staff out of his hand, but Jafar pushed her, causing her to fall to the ground.

         Her eyes widened when the sorcerer with his magic made her beloved alpha levitate several meters above the ground, a height that if Jafar let go of him, he would easily die in the fall.

        "Please Jafar, don't hurt him!" Jasmine begs. "I do what you want."

         "I'm glad you said that, my dear, because now his life is in your hands, either you agree to marry me, or he dies, understand?"

        "JASMINE DON'T DO THAT!" Aladdin shouts from above.

        "I accept to marry you." Jasmine responds sadly, getting up from the ground, picking up the crown and placing the crown back on her head.

         "Great!" Jafar brings Aladdin back down, but keeps him levitating a few feet off the ground.

         "Jafar! You promised!" Jasmine says irritated.

        "Yes, my darling, I promised that I won't kill him and I will keep my word." Jafar speaks, bringing Aladdin closer. "But you street rat still has to be punished for affronting me."

        "What are you going to do to me, you cowardly snake?!" Aladdin asks angrily.

         "What are you going to do, Jafar?" Jasmine asks worriedly.

         Both Aladdin and Jasmine are surprised when Jafar suddenly starts to caress Aladdin's face with a smile from ear to ear.

         "Um, even though you're a street rat, you're a handsome alpha Aladdin." Jafar comments turning Aladdin's face from side to side. "I really can't blame Jasmine for falling in love with you."

         Aladdin widens his eyes in confusion while Jafar looks at him with a lewd and malicious look and smile.

         "Genius?!" Jafar calls with a smile on his face.

         "Yes master." The genius responds without any enthusiasm in his voice.

         "I'm ready to make my third wish." Jafar laughs loudly while the genie, Jasmine and Aladdin are apprehensive, They were sure that that snake will use his third wish against Aladdin, and what's worse is that the genie will have no choice but to fulfill it, whatever it may be.

         "Genius, I wish you turn this handsome alpha into a handsome omega." Says Jafar making Aladdin widen his eyes and swallow hard.

        "WHAT?!!" Aladdin screams in terror. "YOU CAN'T..." Jafar grabs Aladdin's neck and squeezes him.

         "An omega so delicate and so fragile that anyone, even another omega, can dominate him." The sorcerer's smile widens at the alpha's look of despair.

         "Please do not!" Aladdin begs. "Anything but that."

         Aladdin knew that from the moment the genie granted this wish, he would be completely at Jafar's mercy, and Jafar would do with both him and Jasmine whatever he pleased.

         "Genius! please no!" Aladdin begs looking at his blue friend with teary eyes.

         The genius lowers his head and sighs. "I'm sorry Al." A tear falls from his eyes. "I have no choice, forgive me." 

         With immense regret, the genie covers his eyes and points his finger at Aladdin, Jafar laughs loudly and walks away back while Aladdin begins to transform in front of everyone.

         The first changes begin in the features of his face, which quickly goes from a masculine face with a straight nose, a wide chin and defined jaw, for a small, delicate face like that of a porcelain doll, with big eyes, small full lips and a small nose between his slightly fleshier cheeks.

         As Aladdin's face shaped itself, his body also underwent drastic physical changes inside and out and her hair became long and silky like Jasmine's, a detail that Jafar really liked, as this would emphasize femininity even more of the newly formed omega.

         To match his angelic face, the genie's magic replaced his wide, muscular neck with a thinner, more delicate neck that a man could easily strangle with just one hand.

         His Adam's apple decreased significantly, which would make Aladdin's voice thinner and softer, while the rest of his muscular body took on a feminine shape, slender and with beautiful curves.

         The decrease in the former alpha's waist measurements caused his pants to fall to the floor, showing his alpha penis becoming much smaller, and his testicles disappearing, giving way to a beautiful vagina.

         Aladdin's hands went from strong, calloused hands to small, soft ones, just like his feet, which were once crusty and dry from walking barefoot through the streets, now they were small, soft and delicate, and could easily fit into one of Jasmine's shoes.

         And of course, its woody alpha scent transformed into a sweet, floral aroma capable of driving any alpha crazy.

         When the transformation came to an end, Aladdin was placed on the ground, Jafar laughed as the shocked and desperate boy felt his new face and his new body, Jasmine quickly ran to meet him with a silk cloth to cover her nakedness.

         As the princess approached, everyone noticed yet another change in Aladdin, the now omega who, when alpha, was six feet tall, now it was just under five feet three inches, much smaller than Jasmine. When they both noticed this difference, they were even more shocked.

        "Yeah, the genius really took the concept of 'delicate and fragile' very seriously." Jafar thought laughing to himself.

        "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME YOU SICK?! AHH!" Aladdin covers his mouth with his hands when he hears his own voice, which wasn't exactly feminine, but was much thinner and softer than it used to be.

         Jafar laughed at Aladdin's reaction.

         "Congratulations genius, you did a great job, and now that you no longer have any use for me..." Jafar makes a pool of lava appear on the ground beside him.

         "NO!!" Jasmine and Aladdin scream.

         "Goodbye." Jafar hums, releasing the lamp into the pool of lava.

         "NO!!" Aladdin continues screaming, the omega tries to run to the pool of lava to remove the lamp before it melts completely, but Jafar stopped him with his magic.

         "GENIEEEE!!" Aladdin cried and screamed as the genie screamed in pain as the lamp was melted by the lava and his body was destroyed.

         Once the lamp completely melted, the genie exploded into several flakes of magic that soon disappeared into thin air.

         "Genie..." Aladdin whispered through his tears as he knelt on the floor wrapped in the fabric. "Forgive me...I should have freed him."

        "Aladdin..." Jasmine knelt on the ground next to Aladdin and hugged him, starting to cry with him.

         "I promised..." Aladdin says through tears, hugging Jasmine.

         "Oh meu amor, eu sinto muito.'' Diz Jasmine o acariciando.

         "The genie besides my friend, was our only hope." Says Aladdin. "I ruined everything."

         "Come on you both, don't stand there whining." Says Jafar.

         "You're a monster!" Jasmine says.

         "Okay, okay, enough whining, both of you get up!" Jafar orders and Aladdin stands with Jasmine's support. "Good, now take off that fabric my dear, let me see how you look."

        "You have seen me!!" Says Aladdin angrily.

        "Take it off! Don't start with your useless bravado!" Jafar lifts Aladdin's chin making him look at him. "Don't try to face me, remember that you are no longer an alpha, and even if you were, it wouldn't do much good."

         Aladdin looks at Jafar with teary eyes and a look of hatred.

         "Take it off already! don't make me make you." Jafar orders.

         Aladdin sighs, he knew very well that he had no chance against Jafar being omega and without the lamp, Aladdin swallows the tears, with his eyelids fluttering and tears prickling in his eyes, the boy slowly unwraps the fabric from his body, exposing it for the sorcerer who looked at him like a hungry labo looks at its prey.

         "Ah, by Allah..." Jafar speaks in amazement, gently holding Aladdin's small hand, who kept his head down and his gauze focused on the ground, hiding the blush on his cheeks.

         "What a beautiful omega you've become, darling." Jafar says, slowly turning the boy around as he looks him up and down. "Your blue friend really did an excellent job here, hmm?"

         "Genie..." Tears rolled down Aladdin's face at the mention of his late friend.

         "Now all you need to do is dress appropriately." With his magic, Jafar made Aladdin appear in a red harem outfit like Jasmine's.

         Instead of rags and royal robes, Jasmine and Aladdin now wore transparent red pants, which perfectly shaped their waists, a strapless red top with gold details.

         A solid gold necklace adorned their necks and a pair of gold earrings adorned their ears, in addition to jewelry adorning their hair and faces, and a snake bracelet on their arms.

         Besides, of course, the makeup, consisting of perfectly drawn eyeliner on both of their eyes, and blood red lipstick painted on their lips.

         Jafar couldn't help but laugh when they finished their transformation, because now that Aladdin was an omega, he had physical characteristics very similar to Jasmine's, like voluminous black hair, now also with the same hairstyle, and her big honey-colored eyes.

         Jafar actually laughed at that, they could easily pass as brothers with no problem, there was very little difference between them now, Jasmine was no longer a princess and Aladdin was no longer a street rat, now they were both equals, their omegas and their slaves.

         "Very well my dears." Says Jafar, walking slowly towards his throne. "Come here." Says the sorcerer.

         Jasmine and Aladdin approach slowly and fearfully.

         "Kneel at the feet of your sultan." Jafar orders.

        "Never!" Aladdin shouts causing Jafar to slap him in the face.

         "On your knees, omega." Jafar ordered as Aladdin caresses his cheek as he looks at the sorcerer with his teary eyes, Against your will, a tear runs down your cheek to the wizard's delight.

         "Both of you kneel!" Jafar orders impatiently. "Don't make me talk again!"

         Jasmine and Aladdin kneel at Jafar's feet and the wizard smiles victoriously.

         "Well done, my precious omegas." Says Jafar, satisfied. "Now lift my clothes, show your sultan what those beautiful little mouths can do.

Chapter 2: Blame

Summary:

Aladdin, now transformed into an omega and consumed by guilt, is dragged by Razoul to the harem after witnessing Jasmine being raped by Jafar.

While Razoul humiliates him and blames him for all the tragedy that occurred in Agrabah, Aladdin relives the horror of the abuse he witnessed. In the harem, however, he finds Almas — an imposing and respected omega — who welcomes him kindly, marking a moment of relief after his brutal fall.

Notes:

Hi guys.

I know it took me a long time to update, I'm sorry for making you wait so long. But this year has really been very busy.

But I promise I'll update more frequently, I'll bring new chapters this week :)

         The world ahead of Aladdin seemed like nothing more than a mere blur; his steps were slow and hesitant, If it weren't for Razoul, the head of the royal guard, leading him through the palace corridors to a place called the harem, Aladdin would surely have been left lying in some corner.

        His heart pounded in his chest as if at any moment it would burst open and leap out of his chest, his breathing was loud and labored, and tears filled his eyes — which he still refuses to let go of — they perceive the palace corridors as even larger than they actually are.

        The enormous and strong captain beside him, guiding him, seems even bigger, taller, and stronger, and indeed he is; everyone Aladdin will know and remember from now on is bigger and stronger than him. In truth, it is Aladdin who is now smaller and more frail than everyone around him, thanks to an infamous wish of an infamous man, which the genie had no choice but to grant.

        The last wish... Before his sad end.

        "Come on, stop whining, omega." Razoul says, squeezing Aladdin's thin arm even tighter. "He didn't even touch you."

        "How can you remain indifferent to all of this?!" Aladdin asks, his voice choked with tears and anger. "You are the captain, your duty is to protect Agrabah!"

        Enraged, Razoul shoves Aladdin against the wall. "Listen here, you brat!!" Razoul says angrily, pressing Aladdin's neck against the wall while Aladdin stares at him with wide eyes. But his fearful gaze was soon replaced by a look of anger; Razoul wouldn't be crazy enough to kill him, not knowing that he was now one of Jafar's trophies.

        "It's all your fault!" the guard exclaimed. "What did you think?! That you'd marry the princess? That you'd become the sultan?" Razoul laughed. "Even if I resisted Jafar, thanks to you, he's now an invincible sorcerer, look what he did to you!"

        "It wasn't my fault." Aladdin says breathlessly, tears burning in his eyes.

        "Of course it was!" the guard reaffirms. "You were already far from Agrabah; with that genie, you could have disappeared and created your own kingdom. You could even have asked that creature for a clone of the princess since you liked her, But no...you had to come back here with that damn lamp and ruin everything, didn't you?"

        "I love Jasmine," Aladdin says, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto Razoul's enormous hand. "And my mistake doesn't change the fact that you're a traitor."

         "You idiot!" Razoul says angrily, lifting the omega by the neck a few inches off the ground." He's invincible! Even if I and the entire army of Agrabah fought, we would be decimated, and that snake would still be the sultan, and you would still be his useless omega."

        Razoul ri. "And as for your love, it was the drug of your love that put us in this situation, it was thanks to your love that the princess of Agrabah is now nothing more than a mere sex slave, marked and violated on the throne that, thanks to you, her father lost."

        Razoul finally releases Aladdin's neck as the omega falls to the ground coughing and massaging his throat in an attempt to catch his breath.

        As much as he hated it, Razoul's words carried the weight of a painful truth: what chance did he, Razoul, or any army have now?! The genie was the only remaining hope, and Jafar, knowing this, made sure to destroy it the moment he no longer needed it.

        Aladdin's head and heart felt like they were being torn apart by guilt; it was all...it was all his fault: the Genie's death, Jafar's rise to power, Jasmine's enslavement, his own enslavement, and the violence his beloved suffered at the hands of the man who, thanks to him, achieved all of this.

        "Now go!" Razoul says. "Go after her and tell her how much you love her, Even after she was raped in front of you and you couldn't do anything about it because, thanks to you, he has the power and you're nothing more than a weak and useless omega!

        "SHUT UP!!" Aladdin yelled through tears as he clutched his head.

       "AAAAIII!" Aladdin screamed through tears as Razoul lifted Aladdin off the ground, gripping his arm with all his might.

        "STOP CRYING!!" Razoul shouts angrily. "Let's go to the harem already!"

         "I don't want to go!" Aladdin shouts.

         "Come on!" Razoul said, pulling the omega by the wrist with all his might, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

         "You should thank the gods that, even after everything you've done, your destiny is the harem instead of one of the cold, fetid cells of the palace in the company of rats like yourself." Razoul spoke as he led the omega through the now dark corridors of the palace.

        "Despite everything, one thing we have to admit," Razoul says with a mischievous smile. "This change was a great improvement for you," the guard said, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful curves of the omega he was pulling behind him. 

         A look of malice and lust that made the omega's blood run cold.

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                         An hour earlier...

        "Now, let's see what those pretty little mouths can do," Jafar said, lifting Jasmine and Aladdin's chins with his fingers. "I hope those pretty little mouths are as good at sucking dick as they are at chattering."

        Jasmine's eyes widen, and to Jafar's delight, he can feel her swallow hard through the finger positioned under her chin.

        Jafar expected Aladdin to have the same reaction, but although he was still afraid, unlike Jasmine, Aladdin had a confused expression on his handsome face, as if he didn't understand what Jafar had just said, a fact that surprised the sorcerer.

         Based on what he already knew of Aladdin and the fact that he had been an alpha until recently, Jafar expected him to be the first to protest and complain, But the boy really didn't seem to understand what that meant.

        "What's wrong, kid?" Jafar asked, laughing as he stroked Aladdin's face, who flinched at the touch. "You're going to tell me you've never sucked some dirty alpha's dick for a piece of stale bread, huh?"

         "Mmm...!" Aladdin murmurs as Jafar shoves two of his long fingers into his mouth.

         "There are some alphas out there who enjoy having their dicks sucked by other alphas." Jafar said, pushing his fingers down Aladdin's throat.

        "HMMM...!!" Aladdin tried to pull away, but Jafar grabbed his face tightly and squeezed, forcing his fingers as deep as possible into Aladdin's throat.

        Tears began to roll down Aladdin's eyes as he let out high-pitched screams that were muffled by Jafar's fingers.

        "JAFAR STOP IT!!" Jasmine screams.

        "What's wrong, baby?!" Jafar asks, laughing as he pulls the omega closer and forces his fingers even further down his throat.

        "Aren't you used to having a stick invading your throat?" Jafar asked as Aladdin whimpered and gasped for air while tugging at Jafar's wrist in an attempt to free himself from his fingers.

        "STOP IT! HE'S GOING TO CHOKE!" Jasmine yells, standing up and trying to push the sorcerer away.

        Desperate for air, Aladdin began biting Jafar's fingers, but his bites, however strong, had no effect on the sorcerer, as he was using his magic to become immune to pain.

        "JAFAR PLEASE!" Jasmine continued pleading. 

        Aladdin started coughing, when Jafar felt Aladdin's throat tighten, he finally pulled his fingers away from Aladdin's mouth, along with the saliva that had dripped down the omega's chin and onto the floor.

        Once freed from Jafar's fingers at his throat, Aladdin doubled over, coughing and vomiting a small amount of bile and saliva onto the ground. Jasmine immediately grabbed the omega by the shoulders as he knelt on the floor and massaged his sore throat to catch his breath.

        "Calm down, love, calm down, I'm here!" she says, massaging Aladdin's back and shoulders.

        "Well, it looks like one of you is going to need a little practice," Jafar remarks as he wipes his drool-covered fingers with a handkerchief he conjured with his magic.

        "YOU'RE SICK!" Jasmine yells.

        Ignoring the insult, Jafar conjures a glass of water in his hand and hands it to Jasmine.

        "I have no problem training my slaves," Jafar says as Aladdin drinks the water with Jasmine's help. "I can be a very benevolent and patient master when teaching good and obedient omegas."

        Jasmine and Aladdin stare at Jafar with a furious glare.

         "So baby? Tell me, is your lack of experience limited to your lack of oral skills, or are you a complete virgin?" Jafar speaks while holding Aladdin's chin and wiping the saliva from the omega's chin. 

        "What is a virgin?" Aladdin asks innocently.   

         Jafar and Jasmine's eyes widened because Aladdin asked that as naturally as a child would ask their parents where babies come from, Although, after that, they both suspected that he probably didn't know where babies came from.

        "Aladdin! You really don't know what..."

        "Let's take that as a yes, my dear." Jafar replies, placing his hand on Jasmine's shoulder.

        ""Well, since our little Aladdin is innocent, why don't you teach him a few things? Hmm?" Jafar suggests, holding Jasmine's shoulders. "After all, we know you've already gained some experience with the harem omegas, huh?"

        "YOU PERVERT!" Jasmine yells, pulling away from Jafar's touches and going to Aladdin. "I love Aladdin!" Jasmine spoke, holding the hands of the omega who stood in front of them, completely bewildered. "Our first time will be something special, not an erotic show for a pervert like you!!"

        Jafar laughed. "First time?!" The sorcerer scoffed. "You still really think you can have a wedding night with him?! Even if I were defeated, which is impossible, he would still be an omega like you. The only way he'd know how an alpha fucks an omega is when he's been fucked by one himself."

        "He should thank me on his knees for not killing him and for letting you two have fun together, "Anyone else in my place would have done very differently. Now stop chattering and teach that stupid omega something."

        "Even if Aladdin remains an omega," Jasmine says. "I'm going to teach you how to find pleasure, but in an intimate moment that's just ours, not in the middle of the throne room serving as your entertainment!"

        "Jasmine," Aladdin said, confused. "I don't understand anything, what are you talking about?!"

        "I'll explain later," Jasmine replies.

        "Why leave it for later?" Jafar asks. "Since you don't want to demonstrate in the gentlest and sweetest way for your dear street rat, then we'll have to demonstrate to him in the most animalistic and painful way."

        "JASMINE!!" Aladdin shouted as Jafar grabbed Jasmine by the arm. Aladdin tried to hold on and pull her away from Jafar, but the sorcerer pushed him, causing the omega to fall to the ground.

         "LET ME GO!!" Jasmine screamed as Jafar pulled her by the arm toward his serpent throne.

         The sorcerer forced Jasmine to bow to the throne. Aladdin tried to get up from the ground to help Jasmine, but both realized they couldn't move thanks to Jafar's magic.

        "What did you do to me, you bastard?!" Jasmine asks. "Why can't I move?!"

        "What are you going to do with her?!" Aladdin asks worriedly.

        "Relax, my dears," Jafar says, opening a hole in his robes. "Aladdin, Jasmine and I are just going to show you what happens between an alpha and an omega who love each other." Jafar scoffed.

        Aladdin and Jasmine's eyes widen, and Jasmine shudders as she feels Jafar's hands tearing at the crotch and back of her pants, The sound of tearing fabric echoes throughout the throne room and in his mind. Unlike Aladdin, she knew very well what awaited her, and that Jafar certainly wouldn't be kind.

        When the sorcerer entered her, Jasmine pulled at the upholstery of the throne and bit her lips hard, even though he was chafing her, Even though tears streamed freely from her eyes, she was determined not to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream and beg.

         As for Aladdin, the poor newly formed omega can do nothing but lie paralyzed on the ground watching his beloved being abused so violently, Jafar's magic didn't even allow him to close his eyes.

        Aladdin had no choice but to watch his beloved being violated in front of him, unable to do anything but beg the sorcerer to stop, prayers that obviously went unanswered, not until he spilled the last drop of his seed inside her.

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        Aladdin's two hearts pounded in his chest; it felt like he was being crushed by the same enormous hand of the alpha that was squeezing his arm. He felt it, he was certain that everything, absolutely everything, was his fault.

        If only I hadn't been so stupid!

         If only I hadn't been so idiotic!

         If only I hadn't been so selfish!

         If only I hadn't lied!

        If only I had kept my promise!

         If only I hadn't been so stupid!

         If only I hadn't made off with the lamp!

         If only I knew what sex was all about!

        "When our new sultan gets tired of you..." Razoul whispers in Aladdin's ear. "You'll make it up to me for all the trouble you've given me all these years."The guard speaks while sliding his enormous hands over Aladdin's small, curvaceous body.

        "Good evening, Captain." Says the beautiful figure of an omega approaching the entrance to the harem.

        "Good evening, Mr. Almas," Razoul said, immediately resuming his posture and bowing to the omega.

        Aladdin was amazed by the beauty of this omega; he was tall, imposing, and had beautiful curves, with tanned skin and gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, a long, curly blonde hair that further accentuated her stature and imposing presence. Looking at him, the word "power" immediately came to mind, and judging by his adornments and Razoul's sudden change in expression upon seeing him, this omega was certainly someone important.

         "I see you brought fresh meat," the omega joked, crossing his arms. "Who's this cute little thing?"

        "Err... She's Jafar's new concubine," Razoul replied nervously.

        "You mean our new sultan?" the omega asks.

        "Y-yes." Razoul stammers. "The Sultan... ordered him to be brought."

        "Of course..." Almas says, looking Aladdin up and down as if assessing the quality of a new outfit. "Go ahead, Captain, I'll take good care of him."

        "Y-yes sir, excuse me." Razoul says, bowing once more before leaving.

        Aladdin was speechless; throughout his life he had seen omegas stutter in front of alphas, not the other way around.

         What power was this that this omega emanated?!

         Aladdin wondered if, as an omega forever, he might one day have that same power over an alpha.

        "Come in, darling." Almas said, offering her arm to Aladdin and immediately changing her serious expression to a kind smile.

        Without saying a word or blinking, Aladdin offered his arm to Almas and accompanied him to the harem.

        In contrast to the terrible place Aladdin encountered when Jafar ordered Razoul to bring him, Aladdin was amazed by all the beauty and luxury that surrounded him.

        This place was enormous, even with the dim light due to the night, it was colorful and full of life, very different from what the rest of the palace had become with Jafar's dark magic.

         Wherever Aladdin looks, he sees cushions and delicate, colorful curtains, The walls are decorated with paintings of beautiful landscapes and flowers entwined, like some of the paintings sold by artists in the market square.

       Wherever Aladdin looked, he found himself surrounded by beautiful omegas and young beta girls, their perfumes and sweet, floral pheromones mingling softly in the air, making Aladdin feel like he's in a garden painted in a beautiful picture.

        The place also seemed very lively, for as soon as he entered, Aladdin heard voices and laughter, accompanied by a soft melody produced by banjos and harps played by beautiful young muses, meanwhile, in some corners, omegas were reading books, getting ready, or eating fruits and sweets while chatting amongst themselves.

         "What's your name, sweetie?" Almas asks.

        "Aladdin, sir," Aladdin replies.

        "Welcome, my dear," says Almas. "As you already know, my name is Almas, and I'm the one who manages everything around here. Usually when a new omega arrives. I show them all the areas of the harem and explain how everything works. But since it's getting late and we're about to start getting ready for bed, I'll take you to take a bath and show you your bed, okay?"

        "All right," Aladdin replies.

        "Well, the omegas in the harem sleep together, I hope that's not a problem for you." say Almas.

        "No, it's not," Aladdin says with a sweet smile. "After all, just the fact that I can sleep in a bed already makes me happy."

        "Didn't you have a bed?" Almas asks.

        "I am an orphan, sir," Aladdin replies. "I have lived on the streets of Agrabah until today."

        "Oh, I'm so sorry," Almas says. "But I assure you that here in the harem you don't need to worry about anything except having good manners and always looking good, okay?"

         Almas leads Aladdin to his chambers where a bathtub filled with water and rose petals awaited him.

         "I was informed that I would be receiving a new omega, so I've already prepared his bath," Almas says. "Omegas usually shower together, but since you just arrived and it's late, I thought it would be better if you showered in my room."

        "I appreciate that," says Aladdin. "I really wouldn't have been able to take a bath with other people, at least not today."

        "Certainly not." Almas agrees. "The other omegas would definitely start chattering with you, and it would take you hours to finish, and although I am kind, I must warn you that I am very strict about following rules and schedules."

        "Is there a time for everything here?" Aladdin asks.

        "Yes," Almas replies. "But let's not worry about that now, take off your clothes and get in the bath, then we'll have dinner and I'll put you to bed, okay?"

        "Yes sir," Aladdin replies.

        Aladdin removed his clothes and adornments with the help of Almas, who, noticing the omega's shyness and how sad and shaken he seemed for some unknown reason, He realized how right he was not to have him bathe with the others, even knowing that starting tomorrow he will have to bathe and perform harem duties along with the other concubines.

        After years of managing the harem, Almas was used to receiving omegas like Aladdin, sad and shaken for various reasons, and almost always the worst possible ones, from losing their parents or being forcibly taken from them, to have been sold into slavery or, in some cases, to have their alphas murdered because the sultan or some high-ranking alpha had set his sights on them.

         These cases were usually the most difficult, as Almas always had to worry about dealing with a depressed omega — e as vezes até doente — simply because they couldn't get over the death of their alpha. Omegas who had arranged marriages and did not love their husbands generally recovered well within two or three weeks, but the poor wretches who truly loved their alpha males, they suffered greatly.

        "So, Aladdin?" Almas asked as she gently rubbed Aladdin's skin with a soft sponge. "What brought you here? If you don't want to tell me, I'll understand."

        "My stupidity." Aladdin replied sadly and with a good dose of guilt.

        "Could you be clearer, my love?" Almas asks.

        "In short... it was my fault that Jafar gained power," Aladdin replies. "And Princess Jasmine and I are now his slaves."

        "Wait a moment," Almas said. "You were Prince Ali, weren't you?"

        "Yes, it was me," Aladdin replies. "But that was a disguise, in reality I'm just a street kid, or I was, until recently, but Jafar got the lamp and thanks to the genie he became sultan and a powerful sorcerer, the most powerful...if I had freed the genie...I should have freed him!" Aladdin said, covering his face with his hands.

        "I heard servants talking about Prince Ali being a boy disguised as Aladdin," Almas said. "But I didn't imagine it was you, weren't you an alpha?!"

        "Yes, I was," Aladdin replied through tears. "But Jafar used the last wish to transform me into an omega, and then..." Aladdin began to cry even harder.

        "Oh my dear, I'm so sorry..." Almas says, massaging Aladdin's wet shoulders.

        "Jafar is a monster," Aladdin says through tears. "Besides killing the Genie, he forced Jasmine to have sex with him."

        "He raped the princess?!!" Almas asks, shocked. "By the gods! How awful! How could he..."

        "I didn't know what that was until an hour ago," Aladdin said, wiping away tears with his wet hands. "Jafar forced me to watch everything without being able to do anything, and then said he'll do the same to me. I don't want to do that...not to him," Aladdin says, terrified.

        "Oh my love..." Almas says, massaging Aladdin's shoulders. "You've been through a lot, but don't blame yourself so much, Although I never imagined it would come to this, I always knew the Vizier was an ambitious man; he would eventually get everything he wanted, with or without you.

        "But I had the chance to avoid it!" says Aladdin.

        "Shh... nobody expected what happened today," Almas says. "I know it was all painful for you, but things can get better, you'll have a comfortable life in the harem from now on."

        "As a slave of Jafar?!" Aladdin asks.

        "My love, nobility and royalty are just like that," says Almas. "Many pretend to be loyal, but inwardly they are only waiting for the first opportunity to seize power from one another, which is all that remains for us now, "Let's hope that even after all this, Jafar will be a good sultan."

        "I doubt it," says Aladdin.

        "I don't blame you after everything you've witnessed." Almas says, "But let's think that tomorrow will be a new day, and that with time, everything will work out. Now come on, let's go out and get dressed." Almas says, taking a towel from the eunuch's tray.

        Aladdin stood up and Almas wrapped him in the towel. With Almas's help, Aladdin got out of the bathtub and was led back to the room by the older omega.

        Aladdin dried himself slowly, finding every inch of his body strange, especially the place where there had once been a pair of testicles and a large penis characteristic of an alpha, and which was now replaced by a vagina and a small penis characteristic of a male omega.

        Once Aladdin had finished drying his new body, Almas dressed him in pastel blue silk pajamas and gently combed his long hair, They both remained silent, and while Almas brushed Aladdin's hair, he suppressed the urge to comment on how beautiful Aladdin's hair was, now that we know he was an alpha until recently, a comment like that would be triggering and probably make Aladdin cry again.

        After finishing combing Aladdin's hair, Almas led the omega to the table where a light meal, prepared by servants, awaited them, dinner was a light meal consisting of a bowl of vegetable and meat soup, some small loaves of bread, a small piece of cake for dessert, and some figs.

        "Hmm, this is very good," Aladdin comments after tasting the first spoonful.

        "A hot soup is a great meal to have before bed," Almas comments.

        "What do omegas do in the harem?" Aladdin asks curiously.

        "We do many things," Almas replied. "Here, omegas learn how to behave, how to dress, how to dance, among many other things, but I'll explain everything better tomorrow, you and I are very tired right now."

        After dinner was over, Almas led Aladdin to his new quarters, a huge space with several beds that he would share with fourteen other omegas, who were scattered around the room talking, Aladdin felt shy, because when he entered the room all eyes turned to him; none of them seemed to be older than seventeen.

        "Alright, enough chit-chat, I want you all in your beds now, move, move." Almas gives the order with a clap of her hands, and immediately each of the young people goes to their own beds.

         Aladdin couldn't help but notice that even after all the omegas had gone to bed, there were still six empty beds.

        "Very good," says Almas. "My dears, this is Aladdin, the new concubine of our new sultan. He will be sleeping with you from now on. Tomorrow I want one of you to help him get dressed, is that alright?"

        "Yes sir." All the omegas respond.

        "Great, Aladdin, you can take one of the empty beds," Almas says. 

        "Yes sir," Aladdin replies.

        "That's it, be nice, okay?" Almas says. 

        "No fighting or late-night chatter, remember that a good night's sleep does wonders for your skin, okay? Goodnight everyone." Almas says this before leaving, leaving Aladdin alone among the fourteen omegas in their beds.

        As soon as Almas left, the omegas, who were already in their pajamas, They began to lie down and cover themselves, completely ignoring Aladdin's presence as he timidly walked to one of the empty beds, Aladdin was really very tired, but he seriously doubted whether he would actually be able to sleep that night, If only his friend Abu were with him, as he always had been during his nights spent outdoors.

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Chapter 3: Helpless

        Aladdin couldn't sleep that night, not without knowing how his beloved was, or rather, not without being sure that she was at least somewhat alright, although she knew it would be very difficult after everything she had been through, after what Jafar had put her through...

        Once all the other omegas had fallen asleep — which, thank God, didn't take long. — Aladdin carefully got out of bed and walked cautiously to the door, taking every possible precaution not to wake any of the other omegas.

         Aladdin was doing well as he moved lightly through the now dark corridors of the harem, but as he approached the entrance, Aladdin was startled by a familiar voice, the last voice he wanted to hear at that moment.

        "Psst! Aladdin!" Almas whispered, even with his low voice, it was clear that the omega was angry and that Aladdin was about to get a scolding.

        "Ohh...Almas! I..." Aladdin says, stopping and turning to the older omega.

        Almas was accompanied by another younger omega, who appeared to be in her twenties; the young woman was standing looking at him, holding a tray.

        "Come here! Now!" Almas demands in a low voice, pointing to the ground.

        Resigned, Aladdin obeys and goes to the omega.

        "Where do you think you're going at this hour, miss?" Almas asks.

        "I-I..." Aladdin stammers. "I was just going to pee." The omega replies with a cute smile while pointing outside, which made Almas even more irritated.

        "Ouch!" Aladdin complains when Almas suddenly pulls his ear.

        "Don't lie to me, little girl," Almas said, still tugging at Aladdin's ear. "You know very well there's a bathroom in the room."

        "Let go of my ear!" Aladdin complains.

        "Where were you going, miss?" Almas asks, ignoring Aladdin's complaint.

        "I just want to see Jasmine!" Aladdin replies through pain, and Almas finally releases his ear. "And don't call me "miss"!" Aladdin complained while massaging his sore ear.

        "Sorry, it's force of habit," Almas says. "But you'll have to get used to being called that from now on."

        "Hmm... I know!" Aladdin complains.

        "I don't like concubines wandering around at dawn," Almas says. "Get back to bed before I punish you with ten spanks on your bottom."

        "Please sir, I need to see how Jasmine is!" Aladdin pleads.

        "None of that, off to bed, young man!" Almas orders, his arm stretched out to the side, pointing towards the bedroom wing.

        "Please, just a little!" Aladdin insists.

        "None of that!" Almas replies. "I am responsible for all the concubines in this harem, And since you've already had trouble with Jafar today, if he or any guard finds you, I'll be in trouble too."

        "Auntie, he can come with me," the young omega suggests. "I'm already going to see the princess, it wouldn't hurt for him to come along."

        "Yes sir, please." Aladdin says.

        "Hmm...I don't know..." Almas says, still hesitant.

        "Please, sir." Aladdin continues to insist. "I feel guilty about what happened to Jasmine. I had to watch Jafar hurt her without being able to do anything. I won't be able to sleep without knowing she's okay."

        "Aunt Almas, what harm could it do?" the omega asks. "I'll take him there and back; Jafar is surely enjoying his night in the royal chambers at this hour, and the guards won't bother Aladdin if he's with me, plus I believe the princess will feel much better if Aladdin goes along."

        Almas rolls her eyes. "Ah, okay, but when I wake up in the morning, I want to find you in your bed, understand, young man?"

        "I understand," Aladdin replies. "Thank you very much, sir."

        "Go quickly, before I change my mind," says Almas.

        "See you tomorrow, Aunt," the girl said, giving Almas a kiss on the forehead.

         This omega was as tall as him; they could easily pass for betas from a distance, Aladdin couldn't help but smile melancholically when he thought about the irony, not long ago he was an alpha of average height who could easily pass for those two omegas, now he looked like a child next to them.

        "Try not to take too long, Talita," Almas says.

        "Okay, aunt." The omega replies.

        She and Aladdin leave the Harem, leaving Almas behind, praying that the former vizier was truly enjoying his first night's sleep in the Sultan's bed.

        "Excuse me, sir," says a beta servant approaching, and judging by her tone of voice, Almas already sensed the arrival of more trouble.

        "Yes?" Almas asked wearily, rubbing his temple with two fingers.

        "The Sultan requests your presence in his chambers."

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        "Thank you so much for bringing me," Aladdin said as they walked through the palace corridors. "If it weren't for you, Almas wouldn't have let me come."

        "Actually, all the credit is yours," says Talita. "You were lucky to have a good reason and for your aunt to sympathize with you; if it were another omega, they certainly would have gotten a spanking."

        "Yes, he already told me that he's very strict about schedules," says Aladdin.

        "Hmm, you haven't seen anything yet," Talita says, laughing. "But don't worry, Aunt Almas is a great person, just follow the harem rules properly and don't irritate her."

        "I understand," Aladdin replies. "So, Talita? How long have you and Almas been living in the palace?"

        "Me since I was ten years old," Talita replies. "I came to live here when my mother died, and since then Aunt Almas has taken care of me; Aunt Almas has lived here since she married the Sultan."

        "Your aunt is married to the Sultan?!" Aladdin asks, shocked.

        "Yes," Talita replies.

        "But Jasmine said that her mother..."

        Talita laughs. "No, Aladdin," the girl says amidst laughter. "A sultan usually has several wives, only the first wife is the queen, Aunt Almas is the second wife."

        "Yes, but if Jasmine's mother died, shouldn't Almas be the new queen?" Aladdin asks. 

        "I think so," Talita replies. "But from what Aunt Almas told me, the sultan suffered greatly from the death of the princess's mother, so much so that he never wanted to marry again."

        "I don't understand," Aladdin says. "Why can Alphas have more than one Omega, but Omegas can't have more than one Alpha?"

        "I don't understand either," Talita replies. "But that's just how the world is, isn't it? What can you do?"

        "And the Sultan didn't have any more children?" Aladdin asks curiously.

        "He has another daughter with Aunt Almas," Talita replies. "A pretty omega. He hoped she would be an alpha who might rule Agrabah in the future, but..."

        "Now we have a monster like Jafar as sultan," Aladdin laments. "And I'm to blame."

        "Shh... don't say that." Talita says, placing her hand on Aladdin's shoulder. "You're practically still a child." Talita speaks as if she herself weren't only a year older than him.

         "And nobody could have imagined what happened today," says Talita. "Nobody's to blame, right?"

       In response, Aladdin crossed his arms and looked to the side, his large eyes brimming with tears.

        "Come on, let's go see the princess, that's why we came, huh?"

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        Alone in her room, Jasmine was shattered, for the first time in her life, until that day, she didn't know what it was like to be alone and helpless, despite her title of "Princess of Agrabah" or "The beautiful daughter of the Sultan." And she never thought that one day she would know this feeling. 

        But there she was, alone in her royal chambers, huddled up, naked, in her enormous and luxurious bathtub, completely helpless, vulnerable. The mighty army of Agrabah, its powerful guards, could do nothing to protect her, not from him, not when they were in his service.

         For they had no choice; either they bowed to the sorcerer, or they would die, and the dead cannot protect their monarchs, the dead cannot protect their people, the dead cannot protect their princess in any way...

        For the second time in her life, Jasmine knew what it was like to be alone. The first time she experienced this feeling was when her mother died, and this time it's even worse, because on the day her mother died, she still had her father's support and protection, but now she doesn't.

         Now he was imprisoned, locked up and left to languish in the dungeons of his own palace, but surely he preferred being imprisoned there to witnessing his beloved daughter being violated.

        "Jasmine?" whispers a familiar voice, a choked voice.

        "Aladdin..." the princess replies in a tearful voice.

        Aladdin's heart ached at the sight of his beloved princess in that state, with her naked body soaked and trembling, huddled in that huge, cold marble bathroom, her skin chafed from being scrubbed so much and her eyes swollen from crying.

        Without a second thought, Aladdin got into the bathtub, clothes and all, and sat next to Jasmine, wetting the bottom of her silk pajamas. Through tears, Aladdin embraced his beloved, who hugged him back with all her might and continued to cry against his chest.

        "Jasmine, forgive me," Aladdin says through tears. "This is all my fault."

        "No, my love," Jasmine said, sobbing. "Jafar is to blame, he's a monster, look what he did to us."

        "I'll take care of it," Aladdin says. "I don't know how, but I promise I'll find a way to fix everything."

        "There's only one way, Aladdin," Jasmine said, grabbing Aladdin by the collar of his shirt.

        "Which one?" Aladdin asks curiously. 

        "Let's kill him." Jasmine responds.

        "Madam! This is madness!" Talita says apprehensively. "There's no way to do this, he's powerful and very cruel. If he did what he did for no reason at all, imagine if..."

        "Jasmine is right," says Aladdin. "Jafar is a tyrant, and since we no longer have the genie, the only way to fix things is to kill him."

        "I'll do it on our wedding night," Jasmine says. "When he falls asleep, I'll kill him; he won't even have time to see what hit him."

        "It's a great plan," says Aladdin. 

        "Talita," Jasmine said, turning to the girl. "You don't know anything about this, I trust you."

        "You can leave it to me, Your Highness," Talita says. "I swear on my life I won't say anything, I'm a tomb."

        "He'll pay for everything he did to us," Jasmine said, sobbing and hugging Aladdin. "I swear he'll pay."

        "Yes." Aladdin agrees through tears. "He will pay."

Chapter 4: Spanking

Summary:

Jafar decides to punish Aladdin and Jasmine for spending the night together.

Almas tries to intervene, but Aladdin ends up getting the worst of it.

          Wednesday - February 14, 1398

       The following day, the palace was in utter chaos as everyone raced against the clock to get everything perfect for the new sultan's wedding to Princess Jasmine. After having the best night's sleep of his life in years, Jafar woke up refreshed. He quickly got ready and went to see his fiancée in her chambers.

         "BUT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!" Jafar shouts furiously as he approaches the bed and sees Aladdin and Jasmine sleeping together, embraced. The two wake with a start at the sorcerer's shouts.

         "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU STUPID?!" Jafar asks, squeezing Aladdin's frail arm, making him groan in pain. "DIDN'T I SEND YOU TO THE HAREM?!"

         "YOU DON'T CONTROL ME!!" Aladdin shouts after spitting in the sorcerer's face, surprising Jasmine.

         For a few seconds, an eerie silence lingered in the room as Jafar slowly wiped the saliva from his face with his hand, while Jasmine knelt on her bed, she stared at the sorcerer in fear, her hand covering her mouth.

         Aladdin, despite his fear, did not allow himself to show weakness; quite the contrary, for despite his new appearance as a fragile omega, there was still a bit of the young alpha in that body, and what remained of that alpha, Jafar would not rest until he had completely broken it.

         Aladdin and Jafar stared at each other for a few seconds until the silence in the room was replaced by the sound of the alpha's hand colliding with full force against the omega's face, who fell onto the bed with the force.

         "Aladdin!" Jasmine shouts, crawling to comfort the omega, who lifts his head and stares at the sorcerer with tear-filled, angry eyes amidst a tangle of long strands of hair in front of his face.

         "YOU WHORES!" Jafar shouted. "Do you have any idea of the desecration you've committed?! I could have you both stoned for this."

         "Nothing happened between us!" Jasmine shouts, her eyes welling up with tears. "We just slept together."

         "And you think that's nothing?!" Jafar shouts. "Sleeping with another man on the eve of your wedding, and with an omega like yourself, no less!"

         "I AM AN ALPHA!" Aladdin shouts. "You turned me into an omega!" Tears stream down Aladdin's cheeks against his will.

         "No." Jafar said, grabbing Aladdin by the hair and forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You were an alpha, the genius turned you into an omega, an omega made to serve me as my slave, that's your reward for getting in my way, you street rat!"

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         Just like in the rest of the palace, the day in the harem also began early. It was a matter of minutes before the excitement took over the entire place, as it was customary that, just like everything else at the party, the concubines also had to be impeccably dressed for the wedding.

         As soon as Almas got out of bed, the first thing he did was go to the room where he had installed the newly arrived omega to see how he was doing, but upon arriving there, Almas comes face to face with all the omegas who were sleeping in that room, scattered around the space, starting to get ready to begin the day.

         But wherever Almas looked, he saw no sign of Aladdin except for a slightly unmade, empty bed.

         "Where is Aladdin?" Almas asks.

         "The new omega?" one of the omegas asks. "We don't know."

         "When we woke her up, he was already gone," a girl replied while brushing her long hair.

         "Not this one..." Almas whispers before leaving the room. "Talita!" Almas calls. "Talita!"

         "Yes, aunt!" says the young woman, approaching.

        "Talita, didn't Aladdin come back with you last night?" Almas asks.

        "N-no." Talita replies. "He asked me to spend a little more time with Jasmine."

        "AND YOU LET HIM, GIRL?!" Almas shouts.

        "He said it would only be for a short time, Aunt." Talita replies.

       "And you believed him?!" Almas asked indignantly. "He probably doesn't even know how to get to the harem on his own, if he hasn't run away."

        “I don’t think so, Aunt,” says Talita. “The palace is very well guarded; trying to escape would be suicide.”

         “You’re right,” says Almas. “But where could that omega have gone?”

        "He must have stayed with the princess," Talita replies. "She was so upset yesterday, the poor thing."

        “I can imagine,” Almas says. “I’ll go get him before he gets into trouble, and for his own good, I hope he’s actually there.”

         Before Almas could even take a step forward, screams echoed from the entrance of the harem, screams that were unfortunately all too familiar to Almas's ears.

        "LET US GO!!" Jasmine screams angrily and in pain.

        "SHUT UP OR IT WILL BE WORSE!" Jafar shouts, tightening his grip even more on Aladdin and Jasmine's ponytails, which were held captive by his hands.

         Everyone in the harem was startled to see the princess and the new omega arriving, being led by their hair by the new sultan, who was holding the omega's long hair in a high ponytail with all her might.

        "Jafar! What..." Almas tried to ask.

"Grab the whips, Almas!" Jafar ordered angrily.

        "But Jafar, you didn't..."

        "DO AS I SAID! Omega." Jafar said, squeezing Aladdin and Jasmine's hair even harder, making them writhe.

        "Yes, Sultan." Almas replies angrily and goes to the room to get what the sorcerer asked for.

        "You can't do this to us!" Jasmine says, tears of anger and pain streaming down her face.

       "I can do whatever I want with both of you," Jafar says. "You are my slaves, but if you beg me for forgiveness and mercy, perhaps I will ease your punishment a little."

        "WE WILL NEVER BEG!!" Aladdin shouts angrily.

        "YOU ARE A MONSTER!!" Jasmine screams. 

        “If that’s what you want,” Jafar says with a malicious smile on his face. “ATTENTION!” Jafar shouts to the other omegas in the harem."I want all the omegas from the harem here, wives, ladies-in-waiting, concubines, servants, and slaves, Stop everything you're doing and watch the punishment; those who aren't in this room should be called immediately!"

         Despite the shock, everyone thought it best to obey the new sultan, While almost all those who were already there remained where they were, others withdrew to call those who were not there.

        "Get me a chair," Jafar orders Talita.

        “Think carefully, my dears,” Jafar said, holding the nape of the omega couple’s necks. “I can be benevolent if you can convince me of your repentance.”

        "Go to hell!" Aladdin and Jasmine say in unison.

        "Well, as you can all see, I'm trying, huh?" Jafar says to the other omegas. "But they really don't want to make things easy."

         All the omegas remained silent as Talita brought the chair to the sorcerer, and more and more omegas arrived at the scene in a funereal silence.

        "By now I imagine everyone's here, right?" Jafar asked, looking around without waiting for an answer.

        "Great," says the wizard, settling into the chair.

        “Here are the scourges you asked for,” Almas said, approaching with a box. Aladdin and Jasmine swallowed hard as Almas opened the box, revealing a variety of chocolates and paddles.

       "Very well, my dear," Jafar said, picking up a leather paddle with small, pointed diamonds scattered throughout. "That will be twenty lashes for each of you." 

        “Twenty slaps?!!” Almas asked, horrified. “With that paddle you’ll skin them alive!” 

        "Which of my two lovebirds should I start with?" Jafar asks, looking at Aladdin and Jasmine, lightly patting her palm and completely ignoring Almas' question.

        "Please, Jafar!" Aladdin pleaded, approaching the sorcerer. "Leave Jasmine out of this, she already suffered enough yesterday!"

        "She insulted me too, she must be punished," says Jafar.

        "Please, Jafar!" Aladdin clasps his hands and kneels at the sorcerer's feet, making him smile.

        “I started it.” Aladdin continued pleading. “Jasmine was quiet in her room, I disobeyed, I sneaked out of the harem to go there, I am the only one to blame, punish only me! I love you.”

        "Oh yeah? And what do you say about the fact that I found the two of them sleeping together in the same bed, embracing, huh?" Jafar asks. "Do you think this is right? Right before our wedding? I'm still being benevolent by only spanking their behinds instead of stoning them."

        "There was nothing between us, I swear!" Aladdin says. "And I was the only one to blame, it was me, punish only me."

        “Hmm…” Jafar thinks for a moment while stroking his beard. “If I spare her, you’ll have to pay for yourself and for her.”

        “No!” Jasmine screams. “We don’t…”

         “I accept!” Aladdin shouts.

         “Aladdin!” Jasmine screams with tears in her eyes.

        "Alright, deal." Jafar says, widening his smile. "Lie down here, my little one." Jafar says, patting her lap.

         Without saying a word, Aladdin stands up and leans over the sorcerer's lap, who smiles while stroking his head in a gesture of feigned tenderness.

        "Jafar, please!" Jasmine pleads, her eyes brimming with tears.

        “Go over there and settle down with the others,” Jafar orders. “Go quickly, or I’ll make things much worse for your little prince here.”

        “Go, Jasmine,” Almas whispers in Jasmine’s ear. “I’ll try to smooth things over, I promise.”

         Faced with this situation, Jasmine sees herself with no choice but to obey Jafar, who smiles broadly as he watches her join the other omegas in the harem. Once she had turned away, Jafar turned his attention to the omega in his lap, who awaited to be slaughtered by his executioner like a mute sheep in the slaughterhouse.

         Even though he was shuddering and embarrassed, Aladdin remained quiet as Jafar lowered his pajama pants to mid-thigh, exposing his buttocks to all the other omegas present. Of course, the sorcerer, being the pervert he was, couldn't help but appreciate the view as he caressed the young omega's perfect buttocks.

        “It was twenty spanks for each of us,” Jafar said, caressing Aladdin’s buttocks. “But since you agreed to pay for Jasmine, then it will be forty.”

        “FORTY?!!” Almas asks indignantly. “What do you want, to kill the girl?!”

        “Watch how you speak to me, Omega!” Jafar relearns. “I am the Sultan now, everything that belonged to Hamed belongs to me, and that includes you.”

         Almas smiled bitterly. "You didn't need a crown to make me understand this, you know, but you've become a monster! I don't know how..."

        “Be careful not to say too much, my dear.” Jafar paused, pressing a finger to Almas’s lips. “Even if it doesn’t matter anymore.” Jafar whispered. "It's still too early to expose our private lives."

        "Please, Jafar," Almas pleads. "This paddle hurts a lot, and forty lashes are too much; you'll hurt him."

        "The choice was his, not mine," says Jafar.

        “I am the one truly to blame,” Almas says, pointing to himself. “I am responsible for taking care of the harem and keeping the omegas in line, but I failed. Punish me.”

        “Hahaha, nice try, darling,” Jafar says. “But I know very well how slippery this cute little thing is,” Jafar says, stroking Aladdin’s head. "If even I, a sorcerer, often couldn't hold him back, I can't blame you."

        "It turns out I caught him leaving the harem," Almas confesses. "I caught him in the act, and instead of preventing it, I even condoned his escape. Therefore, Jafar, I beg you, punish him with only ten lashes and leave the other thirty for me."

        "Nice try, but the answer is no!" Jafar replies. "Aladdin didn't just disobey his own order, he disobeyed a direct order from the Sultan, and then he ran off in the middle of the night to my future queen's room to fornicate with her on the eve of our wedding."

        "We already said there was nothing between us!" Jasmine shouts, approaching.

        “And you think I’m going to believe that!” Jafar said. “I caught them together profaning my honor in the most profane way possible, don’t make me reconsider and punish you too.”

        "Jafar, please! In the name of everything we've lived through..." Almas pleads.

        “SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!” Jafar shouts impatiently. “Stand back and be very quiet, or I’ll beat this naughty omega even more.”

          With teary eyes, Almas and Jasmine walk away, clinging to each other.

        “Now my little street rat…” Jafar says, stroking Aladdin’s buttocks with the paddle. “Now that the interruptions are over, we can pick up where we left off, shall we?” 

        "Remember, there are forty, I'll hit you and you count, are you ready?"

         With tears in his eyes and cheeks burning like pepper from the exposure, Aladdin nods his head, saying yes.

        "Great." Jafar replied, satisfied.

         Holding Aladdin firmly in his lap, the sorcerer raises his other arm high and brings down the paddle in his hand, delivering the first blow with all his might, causing the omega to startle, He bites his lips hard to keep from screaming, but faced with the pain, a murmur inevitably escapes his throat.

        “I’m waiting…” Jafar hums.

         “O-one…” Aladdin replies with a choked voice, and it doesn’t take a second for the second blow to arrive.

        "Two."

        "By the gods!" Jasmine said, her voice trembling, holding the omega's hands as the sound of the slaps echoed through the harem, making all the other young omegas tremble with fear. 

       "Hey, he won't make it!" Jasmine says. "We need to do something."

        "If we do anything, it will be worse, my dear," Almas says. "Especially for him."

        “Five...”

         “Six...”

         “Seven...”

         “Eight...”

         Aladdin struggled to keep up with the wizard's slaps, and with each blow, the crying and pain in his voice became more evident.

        "Nine..."

        "Ten..."

        "Eleven..."

        "TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN..." Aladdin shouted as Jafar's blows became faster and more painful.

        "JAFAR PLEASE SLOW DOWN!" Almas shouts, but is completely ignored by the sorcerer.

        “Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen... AAAAHHHH!” Aladdin screams when he can no longer keep up with the blows and breaks down in tears.

        "Come on, Aladdin! You're losing count." Jafar spoke without stopping, delivering blows to the omega's rear, which was now redder and hotter than his cheeks, and covered in small scratches and purple welts.

        "STOP PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Aladdin pleads through tears.

        "What's wrong, baby?!" Jafar asks amidst laughter. "You're not a hero? A strong and brave alpha? You're going to cry after just a few spanks?" Jafar asks, giving Aladdin another hard slap, making him writhe in pain.

        "STOP!" Aladdin shouts through his tears.

        "Jafar, please!" Jasmine pleads. "He can't take it anymore."

        "Please, Jafar!" Almas pleads. "He's wounded! Have mercy!"

       "I don't know," Jafar says. "Aladdin is a very strong alpha, I believe he can handle much more than that, can't he, Aladdin?"

        "NO!" Aladdin screams desperately through his tears. "Please, I can't take it anymore!"

        "But weren't you an alpha, my love?" Jafar asks in a mocking tone. "Or is it a fragile omega who needs the protection of his alpha, huh?" Jafar asks, giving Aladdin's bruised bottom another slap.

        "YES!" Aladdin shouts. "PLEASE! I AM AN OMEGA! I AM AN OMEGA!"

         Jafar smiles. "Really? And who is your Alpha? Who is your master?"

        “You, Jafar,” Aladdin replied, still crying. “You are my alpha, you are my lord.”

         Jafar's smile widens further as he lifts the tearful omega from his lap and sits him down.

        “Very well, Aladdin.” Jafar said, pushing the omega’s hair back. “You know you disrespected your alpha today, don’t you?” 

         Aladdin nodded in agreement as Jafar gently brushed damp strands of hair from the omega's face, wet with sweat and tears, Jafar did it in such a tender way that he didn't resemble at all the same cruel alpha who ended up beating her backside with such sadism and violence.

        "And are you sorry?" Jafar asks.

        "Yes!" Aladdin replies quickly.

        "So how about apologizing to your alpha, huh?" Jafar asks, holding the omega's face between his hands.

        "I'm sorry, Jafar," Aladdin says through tears. "I'm sorry for disrespecting you."

        "Promise you won't do that again?" Jafar asks, stroking the omega.

        "I promise," Aladdin promises.

        "Good girl, you're forgiven." Jafar says, caressing Aladdin's wet face and cradling him in his lap as if he were a baby.

        "It's alright now, baby, you don't need to cry anymore," Jafar said, wiping away Aladdin's tears. "I'll take you to bed, okay?"

         Jafar stands up carrying a cowering and embarrassed Aladdin in his arms, Almas guides Jafar to the room where he had snatched the omega the previous night, Jasmine, of course, accompanied the sorcerer while her lady Talita dispersed the other omegas, who left commenting amongst themselves about the scene they had just witnessed.

        “It’s here,” Almas said, opening the bedroom door for Jafar. “His bed is over there.”

         Without saying a word, Jafar goes to the bed and places the crying omega on top of it, who murmurs in pain when his injured rear comes into contact with the mattress. As soon as he was put in bed, Aladdin curled up in a fetal position and covered himself.

        "Take care of him and get him ready for the wedding," Jafar orders Almas.

        "Yes, Sultan." Almas replies without expressing emotion.

        "You have to prepare yourself too," Jafar says, holding Jasmine's arm as she tries to approach Aladdin.

        “Please, Jafar,” Jasmine pleads. “Let me stay with him for a little while, just a little while.”

        “Obey me!” Jafar said.

         “Do not render the sacrifice of your beloved in vain.”

        “Go Jasmine, it’s better.” Almas says. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”

 

Notes:

Comments and kudos are appreciated, I'll bring you another chapter soon :)

Chapter 5: The final look

Summary:

Aladdin still hasn't come to terms with his fate, but Almas warns him about the consequences of confronting Jafar.

During this conversation, Almas reveals to Aladdin a very compromising secret between himself and the former royal vizier.

Notes:

Another short chapter, but full of suspense and revelations. Enjoy :)

       "I don't want to go!" Aladdin complains in front of the mirror as Almas finishes styling his hair, tears of anger still streaming from the corners of his eyes.

       "But you must go." Almas replies without stopping placing tiny, shiny hair clips on top of Aladdin's head, which he, Almas, had fastened in a high ponytail.

        "THIS IS WRONG!" Aladdin shouts, slapping the dressing table. 

       "Be quiet!" Almas complains. "I need to finish getting you ready, only brides are late for their weddings."

       "I don't need to dress up like that," Aladdin retorted, turning around. "I'm not an omega!"

         Almas sighed impatiently. "Look here, Aladdin! I know you've been through a lot, and that's why I've been very patient and tolerant with you, and mind you, I'm not usually like that."

        "But you need to stop acting like a spoiled child and accept that your plans went wrong, you lost! Life is like that, made up of gains and losses, and we have to learn to deal with our failures."

        "But Almas! I don't..."

        "QUIET!" Almas shouts, startling Aladdin.

        "Why are you talking to me like that?" Aladdin asks, not understanding the omega's sudden change.

        "Because I'm still the authority in this harem!" Almas said, pointing his finger in Aladdin's face. "Just because I've been a little more considerate of you doesn't make you any different from these other guys. Believe me, Aladdin, it won't do you any good to try and go against Jafar. He's the sultan and you're his slave; he's an alpha and you're an omega!"

        "I AM NOT AN OMEGA!" Aladdin shouts, tears streaming down his face. "I AM AN ALPHA!"

        "YOU'RE AN OMEGA!" Almas shouts. "Yes, you were born an alpha, you were an alpha, but now you have a sweet scent and a vagina between those legs, and that makes you an omega!" And if you try to confront Jafar like an alpha, he'll subdue you like an alpha subdues an omega, and if you keep irritating him, You'll be lucky if he only gives you a few more slaps with that ruby-encrusted paddle."

        "That's not fair!" Aladdin complained through tears, crossing his arms. "Why does he have to win?! He's evil!"

        "The world is unfair and cruel, my dear," Almas said, caressing Aladdin's face. "Now stop crying, you'll smudge your makeup."

         Almas takes a linen handkerchief and gently dries Aladdin's wet cheeks.

        "There, it's perfect." Almas says, turning Aladdin back to the mirror. "Oh, look how beautiful you are, huh?" Almas speaks, resting her chin on Aladdin's shoulder. "Look how you look like a little angel who just came down from heaven."

         Aladdin sniffs and gives a slight, sad smile.

        "That's right, smile," Almas says. "It's better than complaining; it won't solve anything anyway."

        “I know,” Aladdin says. “Thank you for being understanding and trying to cheer me up, Almas, but I can’t smile at this wedding.”

        "I understand you, Aladdin," Almas said, holding Aladdin's hands. "I understand each of you, you're young, dreamers... I was like that too, I dreamed of a prince charming..." Almas says with a nostalgic smile, making Aladdin laugh too.

        “But I ended up married to a middle-aged sultan whom I didn’t love,” says Almas. “And who never loved me either.”

        "Were you and Jasmine's father forced to marry?" Aladdin asks.

         Almas nodded, saying yes. "I was seventeen, just one year older than Jasmine, and I had a secret boyfriend, a young alpha, a slave to my mother."

        "And my mother was furious when she found out," says Almas. "She even went so far as to beat me like Jafar did to you. And as if that wasn't enough, she had the poor slave whipped in front of me and then sold him to a foreign merchant."

        "How awful!" Aladdin exclaimed, horrified. "You must have suffered terribly."

        "Yes, I suffered," Almas says. "How I suffered... My mother... was a harsh alpha," Almas says with a melancholy smile. "But she was a great friend of the royal family, so it wasn't difficult for her to get me to be given to the Sultan as his second wife."

        “Hamed was never mean to me,” Almas said, turning his back to Aladdin and hugging his chest. "But just like me, he only had one love, Jasmine's mother, he married me purely for political reasons and nothing more. He barely looked at me, and I felt sad and alone. It was like that for years. I thought I would never love again, until he came along..."

        "Who is he?"

        "A handsome young alpha who arrived from Sherabad," Almas says, smiling nostalgically. "A slender, elegant young man, with a crooked smile and a twisted beard."

         Aladdin opens his mouth and his eyes widen in horror. "Are you talking about..."

        "Yes, Aladdin." Almas confirms. "Jafar and I loved each other. I was nothing more than a ghost wandering alone through the corridors of this palace, secretly mourning a lost love. But Jafar brought me back to life, returned air to my lungs, and showed me that my heart could still beat, And it showed me that I wasn't just a ghost, that I was still alive."

        "You must be very lonely to love a monster like Jafar," says Aladdin.

        “Yes, I was,” Almas said. “But Jafar wasn’t a monster, you’d be surprised if you saw what he was like, or… what I thought he was like…” Almas said, his eyes welling up with tears.

        "You must have been very disappointed," says Aladdin.

        "Actually, Jafar is a different person when I'm with him," says Almas. "When he was alone with me, he was always an angel, a true prince, But that doesn't mean I agree with what he's done. The truth is, when I found out what he did to Jasmine and when I saw what he did to you, I feel like a monster for loving him."

        "You're not to blame, Almas," Aladdin said, hugging the older omega. "From what I could tell, Jafar deceived everyone here."

        "Thank you, darling," Almas said emotionally, hugging Aladdin and stroking the younger omega's head. "Thank you for understanding me despite everything."

        "Now let's go, we'd better hurry and avoid more trouble, huh?" Almas says.

        "Right," Aladdin says resignedly.

         ━─━────༺༻────━─━ 

                           The previous night...

         The windows were closed. The air was thick with incense and silence. The scent of burnt amber mingled with the soft sound of a harp playing in the distance, it was unclear whether it was real or merely an echo of memory.

         When Almas entered the royal chambers, he felt his stomach clench.

         Everything was meticulously arranged: red carpets under the dim light of the lamps, a tray of fresh dates and wine on the coffee table, and on the bed, a dark blanket folded with perfection.

         And sitting at the edge of the bed, Jafar.

         She wore a black robe embroidered with gold, and her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. Upon seeing Almas, she smiled—a smile that for years had been sweet to her, but which now stung like poison.

       "I thought you weren't coming," said Jafar, without getting up.

        "I received your order," replied Almas. "I mean... your invitation."

         Jafar sighed, picking up a glass of wine.

       "Always so sharp, my sweet Almas. But even now, your sarcasm doesn't put me off."

         He extended the other cup. Almas hesitated, but accepted—"out of habit, or weakness, he himself couldn't say."

       "You knew, of course," said Jafar. "I knew what happened between Jasmine and that kid..."

       “Aladdin,” Almas corrected. “He told me what you did to Jasmine.”

       “Don’t talk to me about them,” Jafar retorted disdainfully. "I just wanted you to understand... the weight I carry. Even now, on the eve of the wedding, no one seems to understand what I had to do. All of this... all of this is for Agrabah."

       "No," Almas replied calmly. "It's for you."

         Jafar remained silent. His eyes locked onto Almas's, as if searching for ancient cracks.

       "Do you still love me?" he asked suddenly.

         The question came like a sheathed blade—slow, dangerous.

        "I love the man you were," Almas said. "Or what I thought you were."

       "What if I told you he's still here?" Jafar approached, lightly touching Almas's fingers. "What if I told you that only you can see him?"

         Almas pulled her hand away, but not angrily. Sadly.

        "You killed that man, Jafar. With every cruel order. With every lie...and... after what you did today..."

         Tears streamed down Almas's face, and Jafar smiled bitterly.

       "You were always the wisest in the harem... but today you speak like a defeated poet."

        "I am not defeated. I am only awakened." said Almas.

         Jafar stood up, moving even closer. He placed his hands on the omega's shoulders.

       “Even so, you are here. As beautiful as the day I met you. You still come when I call,” he said, his voice low as a serpent’s whisper. “You belong to me, Almas. Even if you say otherwise.”

       “Physically, perhaps,” Almas replied. “But my heart is no longer yours. You lost it when you violated Jasmine in the throne room.”

         Silence fell between the two like a blow.

         Jafar released Almas' shoulders and stepped back. For a moment, the mask slipped, revealing the man who had been trying to hide behind power. But it quickly returned to its place.

       "Tomorrow will be an important day. I want it to be beautiful. I want the harem to be silent. I want the ceremony to be perfect," he said, resuming his sultan-like posture.

       "And Aladdin?" Almas asked. "Are you going to display him as a trophy?"

       "I'll put him in his rightful place," Jafar replied. "An omega who defies his alpha needs to remember who's on the throne."

         Almas lowered her eyes.

       "You never needed a crown to dominate me," he said. "But now that you have it, all I can do is pity you."

         Jafar did not respond.

         As Almas turned to leave, Jafar called out one last time:

       "Souls..."

         The omega stopped. His hand was about to turn the doorknob.

       "You're the only one who's never betrayed me," Jafar said, without emotion. "Don't force me to lose you too."

         Almas did not turn around. But his words were clear:

       "You've already lost me," he said, suppressing a sob.

         And then he left.

         In the dim light of the room, Jafar remained silent. The wine in his glass now tasted of iron. The harp had stopped playing. And the cloak on the bed remained untouched.

         ━─━────༺༻────━─━                                         Now...

         Almas' footsteps echoed softly through the palace corridors. Their fingers were intertwined, with Aladdin walking beside them with his chin slightly lowered, as if at any moment the ground might collapse beneath their feet.

         Both were wearing light-colored, ceremonial clothing, tailor-made for the occasion. Almas's attire was made of blue-gray silk, understated yet noble. Aladdin's, on the other hand, was as white as salt with gold accents, making him look more like an offering than a guest.

       “Today you survive,” Almas murmured, barely moving his lips. “Don’t fight, don’t scream. Just breathe. And survive.”

         Aladdin nodded silently. His eyes were still teary, but there was a stubborn glint in them — not through force, but through awareness. He knew the role he was being forced to play. And he knew he needed to fulfill it.

         As they turned the corner in the last corridor, they came face to face with Jasmine.

         She stood alone, motionless before a large carved ebony door. Her scarlet red dress shimmered in the evening light, filtered through the tall stained-glass windows. The golden veil rested on her shoulders like a silken prison.

         Jasmine didn't turn around when she heard them coming, but said:

       "I thought I would come alone," she said, her voice low, almost a whisper.

       "You are not alone," Almas replied kindly.

         Aladdin stopped a few steps away.                   

         Jasmine finally turned to face him. Their eyes met for a moment. Neither anger nor pain. Just exhaustion. And a kind of silent understanding that only the oppressed share.

       "Are we ready?" Almas asked, his voice choked with emotion.

         Jasmine took a deep breath. She lightly touched the tiara on her head, as if checking if it was still there, and nodded.

       "Ready."

         The doors opened.

         The throne room had been transformed. Red and gold tapestries hung down the marble columns. Incense burned in the corners, exuding the scent of roses, myrrh, and dominion. The elite of Agrabah were present: generals, advisors, ambassadors, wealthy widows, and nobles from the old court. Everyone was there to witness the coronation of a new regime disguised as a sacred union.

         Jafar was already waiting for them in the center of the hall, standing on a platform covered in purple satin, with a low golden crown resting on his perfectly combed black hair. His robe was as dark as pitch, but the edges gleamed with enchanted silver thread.

         When Jasmine entered, the room fell silent.

         She walked like a regal shadow: head held high, neutral expression, firm feet. Behind her, Aladdin came with short steps, avoiding eye contact with the audience. But he didn't tremble. If he was going to be humiliated, at least he shouldn't let himself be broken.

         Almas stayed further back, in the corner reserved for harem members, among other omegas and concubines, most of whom remained silent.

         The master of ceremonies made a gesture.

         Jafar extended his hand. Jasmine accepted it.

         The master then looked at Aladdin.

       "The bearer of the blessing must bring the cups."

         Aladdin walked to the ceremonial table and picked up the silver tray. Two gleaming goblets rested on her, accompanied by a sealed chalice containing the ceremonial wine of the harem. Her hands trembled only slightly—almost imperceptibly.

         As he approached Jafar and Jasmine, Aladdin looked up. For a second, his fingers touched Jasmine's as he handed her the glass. She didn't react. She simply held the goblet gently.

         Jafar took his, and, in a firm voice, said:

       "May this toast seal the beginning of a new era. May my queen bring glory to our home, and may the gods see that even those who dared to defy fate know how to recognize their defeat."

         The poison was in the subtext. But only the three of them knew.

         They toasted. They drank. The applause came.

         And it was at that moment that Jasmine, with the goblet still in her hands, turned her face slightly and, as if it were merely a casual gesture of a lady, cast one last glance at Aladdin.

         There was no smile. But there was something.

         A sign.

         They did not surrender.

         They will resist.

         And Jafar knew it.

Notes:

Thank you for reading another chapter. Comments and kudos are appreciated :)

I just posted the story of Almas, which is the second part of this series, and I guarantee you it's almost as tragic as this one.

I'll also bring you Jafar's story soon :)

Chapter 6: 06: Accomplices: Part 1

Summary:

Back in the past, two mysterious characters briefly appear, promising to reveal many secrets that could define the fate of Agrabah.

During her wedding night with Jafar, Jasmine remembers her last night with Aladdin, where together they hatched a plan to end Jafar once and for all.

Almas and Talita sense that something terrible is about to happen.

Notes:

This is probably one of the chapters with the most time jumps. But I guarantee that every second will be worth it. :)

Agrabah 1378

         “But you promised me, Hamed!” the young omega shouted, punching the prince’s chest with his frail fists, but heavy with despair.

         “I already said! Leave me alone!” the alpha roared, grabbing his arms and shaking him brutally. “You gave me pleasurable moments, I don’t deny it… but it’s over, Hennu! Accept it! I’m going to marry Princess Aisha of Sherabad!”

         “Pleasurable moments?!” Hennu repeated, incredulous, his voice choked with indignation. “Is that all I was to you?!”

Thick tears streamed down his delicate cheeks.

         “We’ve been together for years…” he murmured, almost breathless. “You swore eternal love to me… I’m going to have your child!” His hands trembled as they rested on his stomach.

          “A child that could belong to anyone!” Hamed shouted, his gaze filled with contempt. “You’re a prostitute, Hennu! You sell your body to anyone who pays!”

         “BASTARD!” the omega exploded, his voice overflowing with hatred and pain. “You promised me marriage! You promised to make me your queen!”

         The prince’s cruel laughter echoed like a whip.

         “And you believed it?!” he mocked. “Do you really think someone of your kind can rule Agrabah?!”

         And, in a violent gesture, he grabbed Hennu’s arm and threw it to the ground as if it were a rag.

         “Now go back to your brothel!” he roared, turning his back. “Get out of here before I have you arrested!”

         Hennu stood motionless for a few seconds, her body aching, her heart in tatters. Then she stood up slowly, brushing the dust off her dress, her eyes sparkling through the tears.

Hamed was already walking back inside the palace walls when Hennu screamed at the top of her lungs.

        "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, HAMED!" she yelled, tears of fury streaming down her beautiful face. "I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY DEARLY!"

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Agrabah Now...

         The bridal chamber was too luxurious to contain the revulsion.

         Translucent curtains rippled gently in the warm night breeze, and the "high, soft, immaculate" bed looked like a sacrificial altar. Jafar was already waiting for her, reclining with his hair loose and a satisfied smile on his lips.

Jasmine entered with slow steps, dressed in a fine silk nightgown that gleamed like fire under the lamplight.

        "Come, my queen," he said in a low voice, extending his hand.

         She paused for a moment... then stepped forward. Her gaze fixed, her face expressionless.

         Inside, however, Jasmine burned.

         Every touch of Jafar on her skin was as if cold serpents crawled over her body. His "woody and cloying" scent enveloped her. When he held her by the waist, she felt her stomach churn.

         He took her as if she were his ultimate possession. With demanding hands and sweet words that sounded like threats. She whispered promises, possession, dominance.

         Jasmine closed her eyes.

         She let go.

         She let her body be there. But her mind... no.

         It was somewhere else.

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The previous night...

         In Jasmine's room, by candlelight, Jasmine was huddled up, sitting on her bed wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was wet, and her whole body still trembled from the desert cold and the icy bath she had taken.

         Beside her was Aladdin, hugging and comforting her. He was now wearing one of Jasmine's pajamas, which was a little too big for him because his own pajamas had gotten soaked from the bathwater.

         “During the wedding night…” Jasmine said firmly, even though she was sniffling and her teeth were chattering. “You leave the harem… Go to the dungeon. Find a way to get the keys and free my father. Meanwhile…”

         She then pointed to a small silver box on a bedside table near the bed.

         Aladdin looked to the side confused, and deducing what Jasmine wanted, he picked up the box and gave it to her. Jasmine opened the box with trembling hands and inside was a small dagger. Its hilt was silver, and its blade so bright that it was possible to see one's own reflection in it.

         “Meanwhile… I kill Jafar.”

         Aladdin swallowed hard.

         “Jasmine… It’s dangerous,” Aladdin said worriedly. “He could kill you.”

         “Then let him try,” she said. “I already died when I agreed to marry him, and when…”

         Jasmine began to cry again, and Aladdin held her tightly in his arms.

         “It’s the only way…” the trembling princess sobbed. “I’ll go back with your father,” the omega said decisively. “And then… we’ll finish this together.”

         Jasmine looked deep into Aladdin’s eyes, touched the omega’s delicate face, and ran her fingers over his skin.

         The drastic change was clear. The transformed young man was no longer the handsome alpha he once was, but an omega with skin as soft as rose petals.

         Warm tears began to stream from Aladdin’s eyes, wetting Jasmine’s cold hands. Remembering what he once was, and what he would never be again.

         Even with Jafar defeated.

         It was impossible to undo the magic of a genie.

         With or without Jafar. Aladdin would remain an omega. And as an omega, being with Jasmine would be impossible, even more so than before. And Jasmine knew it.

         They both touched their foreheads and let the sobs escape and the tears flow.

         “We will liberate Agrabah,” Jasmine whispered through a sob. “Even if it’s with…” Blood...

         “But first...” Jasmine looked at Aladdin and touched his wet cheek. They looked into each other's eyes and touched each other's faces as if they wanted to memorize every feature.

         “Let's make love...” Jasmine said tenderly. “For the first, and probably last time.”

         Jasmine kissed Aladdin passionately.

        The blanket was thrown aside and little by little... the clothes too.

         The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the room. Each flame seemed to breathe along with them, as if destiny awaited in silence.

         Jasmine and Aladdin's lips met again—not with the haste of lust, but with the intensity of those who know that time is short and that perhaps this was the last time. The kiss was a farewell and a promise at the same time, salty with the tears that still flowed.

         Jasmine's hands traced Aladdin's delicate face, feeling each feature, as if engraving a memory on the soul. She gently laid him down on the sheets, the princess's body arching over the omega's delicate body… and for a moment, there was no harem, no dagger, no cruel destiny—only two omegas trying to cling to the only thing they had left: love.

        "You are my courage…" Jasmine whispered against his lips.

         “And you… are my air,” Aladdin replied, his voice trembling. “Ever since I met you, you’ve been my reason to keep going.”

         Jasmine kissed him again.

         The thin veils surrounding the bed swayed in the desert wind, and it seemed as if the whole world dissolved there, leaving them suspended in an eternal instant.

         The silk of the nightgown slipped off her shoulders, revealing skin against skin, and each touch was a comfort, each sigh a silent pact.

There was no lust in those gestures, only the urgency of a prince transformed into a submissive and a princess imprisoned, trying to cling to love.

         And when Jasmine closed her eyes and surrendered to Aladdin’s arms, it wasn’t just a meeting of bodies. It was the fusion of two pains, of two hopes, of two hearts that, even torn apart, still dared to beat together.

And also, the joining of the two halves of a single soul.

         In the silence of the night, between Suppressed sighs and shared tears, the love between a wounded princess and a transformed young man blossomed like a rare flower in the desert—beautiful, fragile, and destined to be remembered forever.

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 Agrabah Now...

         The silence of the harem was broken only by the soft rustling of the curtains and the quiet breathing of the sleeping concubines. In one corner, under the dim light of a lamp, Talita remained awake. She wore a light nightgown, and her hair fell loose over her shoulders. The book in her hands was still open, but her eyes lingered more on the steam rising from her teacup than on the pages. Sleep seemed distant.

         Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed through the padded corridors until a figure crossed the threshold. It was Almas, also in a nightgown, her face troubled and her eyes full of unease. “Aunt?” Talita looked up, surprised. “Is everything alright?”

         Almas closed the door behind him, breathing deeply, as if he had been running. He sat on the edge of a nearby chair, resting his hand on his chest.

         “I can’t sleep, Talita.” His voice came out low, heavy. “I’m worried… Where’s Aladdin?”

His niece arched her eyebrows, adjusting the book in her lap.

         “He must be sleeping in his room, Aunt.”

         Almas raised his dark gaze to her, the glow of the lamp reflecting in his tired eyes.

         “Is that really so, Talita? This palace has been very agitated since Jafar took power… and that omega as a concubine.”

         The girl couldn’t suppress a nervous giggle, trying to break the weight of the words.

        "Aunt, you're worrying for nothing. Come on, why don't you sit down and have tea with me until you fall asleep?"

         But Almas didn't move. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his expression remained burdened.

        "I don't know, Talita. I have a very bad feeling... I woke up with a tightness in my chest."

         This time, it was Talita who closed the book firmly. She stood up and walked to her uncle, her gaze hesitant but sympathetic.

        "Yeah, aunt... to tell you the truth... I can't sleep either. I don't know... it seems like there's something strange in the air. But I thought it was just in our heads... so much has changed in such a short time..."

         Almas held her shoulders firmly, as if he wanted to convey the gravity of his premonition.

        "No, Talita. For both of us to be like this at the same time, it means something is wrong, something very bad, I know."

         The young woman put her hand to her chest, her eyes wide.

        "Oh, aunt... now I'm really scared. What do you think it could be?"

        "I feel it's something to do with Jasmine and Aladdin," he replied, his voice hoarse. "I've known Jasmine since she was little... and I've dealt with omegas like Aladdin a lot. They backed down, but they didn't give up. I know they're going to mess things up."

         Talita put her hand to her mouth, surprised.

        "Really?!"

         Almas sighed deeply, as if already certain.

        "I bet a drachma that Aladdin isn't in the room. Want to see?"

         He picked up the lamp from the table, and together they walked down the silent corridors to the dormitory. The sound of their sandals against the floor echoed, unsettling. Upon arriving, Almas carefully pushed the door open. The golden light of the flame flooded the room, revealing rows of aligned beds. One by one, the bodies rested in peaceful sleep… all except one.

         Aladdin wasn't there.

         Talita stopped at the door, almost holding her breath.

        "So?" she whispered, afraid of the answer.

         Almas lowered the lamp and turned to her with a bitter expression.

        "Then you owe me a drachma."

        "Oh, my God..." Talita murmured, bringing her hand to her forehead.

        "Where could that little pest be?" Almas asked himself, his heart racing.

        "Probably in trouble" Talita sighed, almost resigned.

         They left the dormitory in silence, closing the door carefully. Outside, Almas ran a hand over his face, distressed.

        "Oh, my gods... why can't he just stay quiet, sleeping like any of those omegas after spending the day getting all dolled up?"

        "Maybe because he wasn't born an omega," Talita replied firmly, but with a lump in her throat.

         Almas sighed, and in an instinctive gesture, grabbed her wrist, as if seeking support in that blood bond.

        "Come on, Talita. Let's find that damn omega before he does something stupid."

Notes:

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Chapter 7: Accomplices: Part 02

Summary:

Following Jasmine's plan, Aladdin attempts to rescue the former sultan from the dungeon, while Jasmine tries to take down Jafar.

In the dungeon, a dark secret between Jafar and the Sultan is revealed. Perhaps the old sultan is not as innocent as he appears.

Notes:

Like part one, this chapter also has quite a few time jumps, but I stand by my word that every fragment is worth it :)

         The night was silent when Aladdin crept out of the harem. Enveloped in thin veils and shadows, he walked through the palace corridors like a ghost.

         Towards the dungeon.

         The jailer, a robust and aged man, slept reclining in a chair. The keys hung from his waist. Aladdin approached cautiously.

         But when he reached out his hand... the chair creaked.

         The old alpha awoke with a start and gripped Aladdin's hand tightly.

        "I... I just..." Aladdin began to stammer, certain that all was lost.

         But upon recognizing him, the man's hard expression softened.

        "You are Aladdin, aren't you?" the man murmured.

         Aladdin nodded, his eyes wide.

         The jailer smiled bitterly. “Even as an omega… you’ve caused too much trouble not to be recognized, child. The eyes are the same and the freckles are still in the exact same place,” said the jailer in a playful tone.

         “Please sir, don’t report me…” Aladdin pleaded.

         The jailer looked around. Then, silently, he took out the bunch of keys and handed it to him.

         “I’ve served the sultan for years,” he said. “And I never swore allegiance to that damned sorcerer.”

         “Thank you,” whispered Aladdin, with tears in his eyes.

         “Go, girl,” said the jailer. “Be quick. Free our sultan. And make it worthwhile.”

         “Yes, sir,” said Aladdin, relieved.

         The jailer provided cover while the little omega ran to the cell.

         Upon entering, Aladdin came upon the old sultan chained, kneeling on the ground, weeping with his face in the dust. He no longer looked like a sultan, just some old drunkard thrown there for causing trouble.

        "Sultan..." Aladdin said, approaching slowly. Tears welled in his eyes; it was painful to see his beloved's father like this, even more so knowing that he could have prevented it all with a simple wish.

         Aladdin knelt on the fetid ground and put his arm around the sultan's trembling body, who flinched at his touch.

        "Your Majesty... What have they done to you?" Aladdin asked, his voice choked with emotion. "Did they hurt you?"

         The old sultan's crying intensified, and he replied:

        "My pain is in my soul, little one. And there is no cure."

        "Your Majesty, come on...get up," said Aladdin. "I'll get you out of here. I have the keys, and the jailer is on our side."

         Aladdin tried to help the sultan to his feet, but the man didn't move.

"No, Omega. Go yourself, save yourself," said the sultan, pushing Aladdin with one of his arms, but taking care not to hurt him.

"But Sultan...!" said Aladdin.

        "GO QUICKLY, GIRL!" shouted the sultan, looking at Aladdin with his eyes brimming with tears and swollen from crying so much.

         Aladdin recoiled, frightened by the sultan's reaction. During the time he had been in the palace, he had never heard him shout. He had always been so kind to everyone, even his servants.

         Aladdin remained fallen on the ground, staring at the sultan with wide eyes.

         Ashamed, the sultan hid his face again.

         “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’s nothing to do with you, omega, it’s just that I deserve to rot in this place.”

         “Why majesty” Aladdin sobbed. 

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Hours ago...

         The air was cold and damp, thick with mold and rust. The echo of the drops falling from the ceiling mingled with the creaking of the chains. Behind the bars, the former Sultan Hamed was now nothing more than a forgotten prisoner, locked alone in his stone cell.

The dungeon door slammed open, and the sound of the wood hitting the wall made the old man lift his head.

        "Now you are in the place you belong, Hamed," said Jafar, descending the steps slowly, his serpent staff illuminating his path. "These new quarters suit you much better."

The old sultan stood with difficulty, his eyes burning with hatred.

        "You demon…!" he spat, shaking the chains. "How dare you keep me here?! I am the sultan!"

Jafar grinned, savoring each word of fury.

 “It was. You meant to say,” he said ironically. “But look how fate knows how to put everyone in their rightful place, huh?”

         Hamed gritted his teeth, his chest heaving.

         “Why, Jafar? At first I thought it was just ambition. But no…” his voice broke. “Now I see you hate me. Why?! What harm did I do to you?! Was occupying the position of my most important advisor, full of privileges, really so bad? I was always good to you!”

         Jafar laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of joy, but a bitter, venomous laugh. He shook his head slowly.

         “Good to me, Hamed? Are you sure about that?”

         “O-of course… you know I am.”

         Jafar narrowed his eyes, the diabolical smile slowly spreading across his lips.

         “You really don’t remember, do you?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “But how could I? To you, I was just another one.”

         Hamed frowned, confused.

         “What the hell are you talking about?”

         Jafar turned his back, and his voice changed, wavering—deep and powerful as always, but now accompanied by a sweet, delicate, feminine note…

         “Do you really think someone of your kind can rule Agrabah?”

         The phrase echoed off the stone walls like a ghost.

         Hamed felt his heart freeze. He knew that voice.

         “H-Hennu…?” he murmured, his breath failing. “What kind of tasteless joke is this?! How do you know…?”

         “IDIOT!!” Jafar spun back, his eyes burning with hatred. “Haven’t you realized yet?”

         The voice merged again—his, and Hennu’s. A macabre chorus.

         The serpent staff gleamed, and a magical light exploded through the cell. Hamed shielded himself, almost blinded. But before his vision faded, he saw.

         The shadowy alpha vanished. In his place stood a beautiful young omega, with deep black eyes, long silky hair, a sweet yet cruel smile, provocative clothes, and shimmering jewels. The same face he had fallen in love with… and betrayed.

         He was Hennu.

         His first love.

         His first sin.

         “Do you understand now?” whispered the angelic voice, as sweet as it was deadly.

         Hamed fell to his knees, the chains clinking.

         “Y-you… no… impossible… you were an alpha… you were an omega… you can’t be… the same person…”

      “Impossible?!” Hennu laughed, his laughter echoing like in the old brothel days. “Hamed, you know how good I am with magic… I always have been… don’t you remember?”

         Hamed shook his head in denial, his eyes brimming with tears.

         “Stop… stop, please! Don’t say anything more…”

         Hennu bit his lip, leaning forward like a snake about to strike.

         “You wanted the throne at any cost,” Hennu said venomously. “You were the one who asked me for that potion… remember?”

         Hamed covered his ears in despair.

         “No!! Don’t talk about him!”

         But the memory had already swallowed him whole.

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Agrabah 1376

         The room was stuffy, lit only by oil lamps. Prince Hamed paced back and forth, restless, while behind him, Hennu, "beautiful and radiant," fiddled with herbs and powders on a small wooden table.

         “MY FATHER COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS!” Hamed shouted nervously, punching the wall. “He’ll never be a good sultan! I’m the eldest son, Hennu! This throne is mine by right! It’s for the good of Agrabah, you know?”

         Hennu remained silent, calmly grinding the herbs, until he let out an ironic little smile.

         “Of course… the good of Agrabah,” he repeated, pretending to believe.

         “You’re sure this leaves no trace, aren’t you, Hennu?” Hamed asked apprehensively.

         “You know it doesn’t, dear,” Hennu replied. “It’s not the first time I’ve prepared this for you, remember?” He stirred the cup, and the liquid bubbled slightly. “Has anyone discovered the cause of your father’s death?”

         Hamed stopped, his heart racing.

         “N-no… nobody found out.”

         Hennu turned, his eyes sparkling in the lamplight.

         “Then why so afraid?” he asked softly. “Just drink it. No trace. No witnesses.”

         Hamed took a deep breath and sat on a cushion beside the omega. He touched Hennu’s delicate face, as if he wanted to memorize every feature.

         Hennu smiled at the touch and said,

         “Your potion is almost ready.”

         “You’re amazing, you know that, Hennu? I don’t know what I would do without you.”

         Hennu smiled, but there was something hard in his gaze.

         “I know,” she replied with a sensual little smile, biting her lips. “Just another insignificant prince, living in the shadow of his younger brother.”

         Hennu stirred the potion once more and raised it, letting the dark liquid reflect the flame of the lamp.

         “Do you have to be so direct?” Hamed asked with a mischievous smile.

         “I do.” Hennu turned fully to him, raising an eyebrow. “So that you never forget who put you on the throne.”

         When Hamed reached out to take the cup, Hennu gently pushed it away, her expression now more serious, almost somber.

         “And just as I put you there… I can also take you away.”

         Hamed smiled, convinced.

         “You won’t do that. You will be my queen.”

         “I hope so…” Hennu murmured, finally handing over the poison. “For your own good.”

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         The images dissipated like smoke, and Hamed was once again standing before the cold cell, sweating profusely, his hands still over his ears.

        "No... no..." he murmured, tears streaming down his face. "I... I loved you..."

         Hennu leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with anger and pain.

        "Loved?" he whispered. "You rejected me. Called me a prostitute. Thrown me away with your child in my womb. You turned me into this, Hamed."

         The chains clinked as the old man knelt, sobbing.

          “I… I regret it…” he cried, pounding his fist on the stone floor. “I regret everything, Hennu. Please forgive me…”

         Hennu closed his eyes for a moment, and a single tear rolled down his perfect face. But when he looked at him again, the smile was cruel.

         “Your worst mistake, Hamed, was underestimating me.” Now it was Jafar’s gruff voice that merged with Hennu’s. “Did you really think I was just going to disappear?”

         He opened his arms, as if displaying his victory to fate itself.

         “Look now: you here, rotting in the dungeons of your own palace… and me, sitting on the throne of Agrabah.”

         Hamed remained kneeling on the cold floor, his face buried in his hands, weeping like a man stripped of all glory. The chains jingled with each sob.

         Hennu watched him in silence, the shadows of the cell etching a mixture of triumph and pain onto his face. There were tears in his eyes, but they were tears of a hatred cultivated for decades, salty as poison.

         He smiled. A slow, cruel smile that cut Hamed like a blade.

         “And there’s more…” he said, his sweet voice turning to poison. “I’m going to marry your daughter.” Hennu hummed. “Your only daughter.”

         Hamed suddenly raised his face, his eyes wide, and his heart racing.

         “What…?” the voice faltered. “What are you talking about?!”

         Hennu laughed again.

         “Ah, you really are an imbecile.” Hennu laughed, shaking his head. “That’s why your father never wanted to disinherit you. You’re a fool, incapable of even seeing a fly landing on your own nose.”

         Hamed pulled at the chains desperately, as if he could break the iron.

         “What are you talking about?! What are you saying about my daughters?!”

         “Your daughters?” Hennu repeated scornfully. “Poor thing. You never noticed, did you?”

         Hennu leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with wicked pleasure.

         “Almas and I… all these years… we loved each other madly.”

         “YOU BASTARD!!” Hamed roared, shaking the chains until his wrists burned. “THAT’S A LIE!!”

          Hennu laughed, a crystalline, almost angelic laugh that echoed through the dungeon and made the old man shudder.

        "Alana…" he said, savoring each syllable. "Alana is the fruit of our great love."

         For a moment, the world stopped.

         Hamed felt the air leave his lungs. His chest throbbed, a sharp pain made him bend over, gasping, as if his heart were breaking.

"N-no..." he stammered, incredulous, tears burning in his eyes. "I-it can't be..."

         Hennu raised his face haughtily, his voice soft and cruel.

        "Do you understand now? You were never able to see anything beyond your own ego.

         While you despised Almas, I kept him for myself. And from your negligence... the greatest treasure of my life was born. And it was only for that reason that I didn't throw you away like you did to me."

         “YOU WILL PAY!!” Hamed shouted, his voice faltering but full of hatred. “DAMN OMEGA!! YOU WILL PAY!!!”

         The chains echoed, the links rattling like snakes, but there was not enough strength to break fate.

         Hennu merely smiled, shaking his head.

         “I don’t understand why so much anger now,” Hennu said, with feigned innocence. “Poor Almas… always cast aside, ignored by you. And suddenly, only now, you remember him? Is this jealousy, or just wounded pride?”

         Hamed fell to his knees again, his breath failing, his hand on his chest. His eyes filled with tears, but his mouth could only repeat:

         “Alana… my daughter… my daughter…”

         “No” Hennu replied sharply. “My daughter.”

         The silence of the dungeon was broken only by Hennu’s laughter, sweet and vengeful, echoing like a divine sentence.

                     ━─━────༺༻────━─━ 

Now...

         In the royal chambers, Jafar slept soundly.

         Beside him, Jasmine, lying motionless, slowly opened her eyes. Her chest rose and fell calmly, but her fingers were closed around the hilt of the dagger hidden under the pillow.

         She sat up slowly.

         Her gaze was fiery. Her jaw clenched.

         Each heartbeat said: Now.

         She picked up the dagger.

         The silence in the room was total, except for the faint sound of the wind and Jafar's slow breathing.

         Jasmine raised her arm. The metal gleamed in the dim light of the lamps.

        "For my father. For Aladdin. For me," she murmured.

         But before she could strike...

        "JAFAR, WAKE UP! SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" screeched a shrill voice.

         It was Iago, the parrot, perched on an open window.

         Jasmine's eyes widened in shock.

         Jafar awoke with a start, grabbing Jasmine's wrist tightly before the dagger could strike him. His eyes burned—wide, in shock, in fury.

         They stared at each other. For a second, time froze. Until the sorcerer managed to throw her onto the bed and take the dagger from her hand.

         Jasmine recoiled on the bed, terror etched on her face. Jafar stared down at her—his eyes burning, the dagger in his hand. A serpent about to strike.

        "You will pay dearly for this... my queen."

         With an expression of contained fury, the sorcerer raised the hand holding the dagger to his wife.

        "You want blood, darling? You'll get it. But it won't be mine."

 

Notes:

Thank you for reading. Comments and kudos are appreciated :)

I'm also writing Alma's story and Jafar's backstory, which are also part of this series.

Notes:

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, comments are appreciated. ❤️❤️

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Hidden Wounds