06 Watch Me

Aeron

I remained with Jasmine, waiting for the ache to subside. She must have been given a high dose. The thought alone made my blood boil.

The water wasn't doing anything for her anymore. I carried her out of the bath and helped her dry up with her towel. Razor kept growling in my head. I could smell her arousal and her wildflower scent, and I fought my wolf and body from attempting to help her out.

I was very hard at that moment, but I wouldn't take advantage of her like that.

After I had placed her on her bed, I returned to the bathroom to tuck my cock as best I could so it wouldn't show.

I returned to the room quickly, and she was writhing on the bed.

I looked over at Ivory, where she lay. She was knocked out cold. They definitely must have given her something, too, just not the same thing that was given to Jasmine.

I went to sit by Jasmine's side and gently tried to stroke her hair.

I could not wear her my shirt. I had it on all day, so I rushed to her closet to find something suitable for her to wear. She was too hot for me to trust myself not give in.

I found a short silk cream nightgown. I helped her wear it, and she still looked sexy. The lace at the hem was provocatively placed. She was indeed a beauty.

"Aeron," She moaned, reaching out to touch herself.

As tempting as it was, I couldn't watch her give herself pleasure. I knew she would try to avoid me when she was alright.

I moved to walk away, contemplating calling a maid to stay with her, but I knew she would be an object of gossip if I did that.

It was indeed shameful what had happened to her, and as a princess, she shouldn't be caught in her weak moments.

So I remained in the room.

Speaking of torture, I was in a full battle of will.

She was too damn hot for me to ignore. Her beautiful slim legs, curvy hips, smooth thighs. Her breasts swelled with hard, stiff nipples waiting to be touched, needing to be sucked.

I wanted to run my tongue all over her body. Taste her and make her moan my name.

Her lips parted slightly, her pupils dilated, filled with lust.

Her need was evident as she parted her legs to access her clit. I watched her caress her mound with her fingers.

Turning her head up, she moaned, edging herself further to her release.

I was jealous of her hands.

Jealous that she could take care of herself. I was jealous.

I fought it, but soon, I was attentive.

Jasmine had just mentally fucked me up some more.

I do not think anything will be enough for me now. This memory will be engraved in my mind. I was hard as hell, and my cock twitched, throbbing with an ache to be inside her. My wolf was attentive. I watched her edge closer and closer to her release, and when she came, my name escaped her lips, making me freeze on the spot.

She wanted me.

She was thinking of me.

Amid the craziness going on with her, she was thinking of me. I stood frozen.

She passed out a few minutes later, and I left the room.

I left the palace and headed to my house, hard and out of my mind.

The moment I entered my house. I headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower to calm down my needs under the water. The image of Jasmine touching herself flooded my mind. She was a beauty, and the fact that she moaned my name at her release drove me nuts.

I would say I was stupid if I didn't know Jasmine wanted me, but I did not know how much.

Resting my head against the tile of the bathroom wall, I knew I would give in to her. I did not know when, but I knew giving in to her would be inevitable.

I couldn't escape her unless she moved on, but was I willing to allow her to get with someone else? Even if I said I wanted her to be happy and find someone worthy, I doubt I will allow it.

She was right to think I was always in her way. Indeed, I was always in her way, watching her, following her everywhere whenever I was free. Keeping people away from her.

I was a fool for her.

She has gotten me wound up in many ways and gotten away with many things other women would dare not try with me, and yet I was still her fool.

She had me wrapped around her fingers.

We get into childish banters together and play the hate game but are dangerously attracted to each other. I haven't even been able to get it up in a while. She had me, and she didn't know it. I punched the wall hard at this realisation. I didn't want to be weak, but I was. I punched the wall over and over again, knowing my heart was trapped in the palm of her hand and she could squeeze anytime.

I didn't get much sleep because I had to wake up at five in the morning to make some rounds with Beta Qusack.

I had been working closely with him since I was appointed Beta, and he was like a second father to me. He was pleasant and very kind. He was also understanding and never reported my shortcomings to the King. I had temper issues, and he was fine with me in that regard. He understood my past and where I came from and never judged me for it. I appreciated him for that.

I met him at the palace entrance. He was dressed and waiting for me.

"Good morning, Beta," I said respectfully, and he chuckled. He always had a smile for me in the morning. At fifty, he was still strong and able. The King, too. Mathias always joked about remaining as crown prince for a long time, and he was right. We wouldn't be taking over until Mathias turns thirty-three, and I am sure beta Qusack and the King could not wait. I could see the need to want to retire in their eyes. They were bored.

"Had a rough night?" he asked me, noticing my demeanour. Indeed, it will show. I barely had an hour's worth of sleep.

"Little trouble, but I handled it," I said, not wanting to rat Jasmine out. Beta Qusack studied me a bit. He knew something was up, but he didn't want to pry.

We went on our rounds and training sessions with our troops. I was tired and weak that morning, but I dared not complain. I doubted I would be able to follow Jasmine and Ivory because I needed rest.

After the training, by nine in the morning, my uncle approached me. He had over-exerted himself training the lycans. I could see he enjoyed the thrill of fighting them and teaching them how to defend themselves from our kind. How to fight with both senses and instincts. We were very fast and strong, so they would die if their wolves did not depend on their senses and learned how to defend themselves against the wind.

"Julia told me what happened last night. How are they?" He asked me, patting his hand on my shoulder as we walked towards my house.

"They are fine," was all I could volunteer. I did not want to give any details. I felt like I would be betraying them.

"Hope you got the bastards for it," he said with a big grin.

"The ones that messed with Jasmine, but I am yet to find the ones that messed with Ivory. I will investigate that today," I said.

"Julia said it was girls who messed with Ivory. She will send you their names," he said, and I thanked him.

"You need to get some rest. You look like shit," My uncle said, patting my shoulder at my doorstep. I knew he wouldn't be coming in. He needed to get home to eat with his family. I thanked him and entered my house. I freshened up for the day and headed to my kitchen to eat.

I opened my fridge, hoping there was something there for me to eat, but found nothing but beer. I sighed.

I did not want to go to the palace. I needed to get some sleep first. I was about to link a maid to bring me food when I heard a knock on my front door. I wondered who had come to see me this morning. No one comes to my house.

I headed to the front door and opened it. There was no need to ask who it was. No one dared attack me. They knew better; this was the palace compound, so I knew it could not be an enemy.

To my surprise, Jasmine stood before me, her cheeks coloured with embarrassment, in a skirt and a blouse, holding a food basket in her hand. She had a worried and apologetic look on her face. Her wide eyes stared at mine with uncertainty. Goddess, she was gorgeous. A memory of what she did to herself flashed in my mind, and I fought my mind from trying to take it further.

"Beta Aeron," she said with a small voice. I stood for a bit, then stepped aside to let her in.

"Where is Ivory?" I asked in a calm voice. I dared not display emotions.

"She had a headache, so I let her sleep. Dr. Caleb has attended to her and said it was a side effect of sleeping medication," She said and headed to the kitchen section. She placed the basket on the kitchen Island and began searching for plates. I wondered what had gotten into her.

"Top cabinet on the left. The lower section," I said, and she nodded.

She plated the food nicely for both of us. Which meant she had not eaten.

"I didn't see you this morning as usual, so I decided to have breakfast with you." She said, averting her gaze from mine, and I was grateful for the food.

"Thank you. I didn't get much sleep and need to rest," I said, and she nodded. Of course, she would have figured it out.

I sat at the kitchen island, and she came to sit beside me. Today, she scented strawberries. Most likely her shampoo.

I could see she was nervous and worried.

Her hand shook while she tried to fork her meal.

"I am sorry, Aeron," She blurted out and looked at me. There were tears in her eyes.

"I am so sorry," She said, and the tears fell freely. I didn't know what to do. So, I remained frozen.

"I should have listened to you," She said and wiped away her tears.

"Those girls wouldn't have hurt Ivory," she said, weeping.

"And Trevor and his friends..." She said, trailing off at the horror of what might have happened to her if I had not intervened. I balled my fist at the mention of their names. I felt what I did to them was not enough, and I planned to do more.

Jasmine turned to look at me.

"I won't disobey again," she said, and I continued eating my meal.

I did not say anything. I just remained silent.

"So what are we doing today?" She asked me, and I wondered why she was suddenly so nice.

It was cute of her, but the image of her in her bed kept playing in my mind, and I could not handle how I was feeling.

"I will be sleeping today. Feel free to do whatever you want. You aren't a little girl anymore, and you do not need me to guard you," I said, and she smiled at me.

"Are you still annoyed?" She asked me, and I shook my head and looked at her.

"No, I need to rest, that is all," I said, and she nodded, her smile dropping. I wondered what she wanted me to say. For someone who has fought me so much, she should be happy.

She reached out and gently touched my hand. I wanted to pull away, but I let her. There was no need to make her feel worse than she already felt.

"Thank you for last night," She said with embarrassment, and I knew it wasn't about the guys but about her room.

I nodded, pulled my hand away from hers, and continued to eat my food.