A girl who is cursed to have the strongest sexual compulsions that might lead her to demise if the need isn't fulfilled. Chelsea Cadeel. Her life as an omega was quite pathetic yet simple and less complicated until the Prince of Frost Falls found her with her lover on a bed. After that it turned out that the man once she loved the most was the one who betrayed her the most. When her heart was shattered into a million pieces, the Prince killed her traitorous lover in front of everyone and claimed her as his mate which, later, proved to bring the Lust curse to her. He, however, took the task to give her a normal life, appeasing all her compulsions and desires. Would he be able to succeed in satisfying her? ~A heart that is trapped in hell, chilled by nature, and grown by hatred, can it ever allow love?~
View MoreHis order had a tone of possessiveness. The fact he wanted her to hate her ex-boyfriend was something that set her in bewilderment. The flare of fury wasn't there in his eyes anymore. He ordered, but at some points, it seemed like pleading, as if his eyes begged her to do what his mouth had said.“You got that?”Only when she nodded, he moved away whilst her reddened eyes trolled to the lump of his throat that bobbed what felt like nervousness.“You shouldn't even attempt to do anything reckless. I would despise that.” With that, he trudged out of the room, didn't bother to steal a second glance at her who already had tears flowing down her cheeks.Ryle left the crypt when he received a call from the Prince. He ordered him to be in the study as soon as possible. Ryle saw the dead body of the guard and already assumed something bad had happened. It was another guard who confirmed that the female Alpha brought here saw Lucian. She wasn't supposed to know about this secret. The mess was
“Your highness. Is there anything wrong?”Alastair, who had his attention fixed on the patio, let out a loud snort in response to the inquiry that was posed by the guard standing next to him. "Who was in charge of doing the monitoring thingy that was supposed to be done in this area?" He asked, gaze still not leaving the terrace.“I made sure there was no one around.” The guard retorted confidently. “But is there anything wrong, your highness?” The way his Prince sounded did not give him any good vibe.Anxiety erupted throughout the guard's body as Alastair hissed and gripped the back of his neck with his sharp claws digging into his skin. Because of the potentially dangerous tension, the other males there became numb in their spots.Soon after, the Prince decapitated the guard by snapping his neck to his left, and blood gushed out of his body. “Then who is that, Mister fartknocker?” He gritted his teeth dangerously whilst his lips formed a smile at his mate who had been watching his
Days were passing by so fast like in a blink of an eye. Alastair came to sleep daily after that night but late. Either Chelsea would be sleeping or he would fall asleep faster without saying a word to her. In the morning, Chelsea never found him in the room. She couldn't help but wonder what time on the earth he leaves and what mystery he unravels so early in the morning.The rest of the palace remained unchanged except for the fact that Reagan had left, she didn't know when but it was indeed a relief.“There, Chelsea.” Kai lifted his forefinger to point toward the wood behind the palace. “We used to fight there with each other every single day.”“Every single day?” asked Chelsea. Her stare followed down the direction he had indicated. From the elevation, she could appreciate the crowns of the trees, and the narrow pathways that led to the deeper parts of the forest.Chelsea took a few deep breaths while holding the terrace's fine concrete balustrade and allowing the clean air to invi
After the error appeared on the screen, Alastair slapped the keyboard in frustration and turned in the direction from where the sound of gasps filled the room. “Why are you here?” asked Alastair.He wasn't even ready to see Chelsea let alone the company she had brought. However, he assumed it was otherwise; Kai was the guide here, Chelsea was his client. It was not his first time. Whenever Alastair spared himself the space, Kai would be there to seize a share of it with a company Alastair despised. For the company he brought this time that Alastair undoubtedly didn't detest, he couldn't bark at him.The blank stare he conveyed to Chelsea bombed her rational mind with the flashbacks of last night. Her cheeks blossomed red. “W-we will leave.” She pulled Kai's hand in order to leave with him. However, as they proceeded to leave, Alastair's voice stopped them.“You can stay.”Kai, the most dumbfounded one, tilted his head. “Who? Me?” The Prince gave him a cold questioning look and it too
In the morning, Chelsea woke up on the bed. Her body itched when she stretched her arms and neck. The spot between her thighs ached a little too. To the soreness, her drowsy eyes flipped open and she was welcomed by the thick blanket that covered her body, Alastair's wrinkled white shirt that she wore, and the vibrator that saved her life on the nightstand. Abruptly, pink grew across her cheeks.The entire night Alastair was sitting on the couch while she pleased herself with that thing. He made it seem like her moans didn't bother him at all, but she clearly noticed the bump on his pants and she didn't even know why she was glad to see him suffering. Yes, he, Alastair, the great Prince suffered. Yet, he didn't do one simple thing! He didn't dare to touch her. Because she had made it clear before that she didn't want him to touch her.It took her three hours to finally reach her sweet spot and see the stars. It was almost dawn by then and at that time, he was the one who seemed to be
[Warning: Chapter Contains mature content. Not suitable for young readers. Feel free to ignore if the content makes you feel uncomfortable.]Alastair never came across a woman so confident like her in ages. Regardless of being foreign to the concept, speaking her heart didn't even cost her a single stutter. Thrilled, he began to instruct her. “Lie on your back on the bed, cover yourself with the blanket, and...” His words paused at the knock on the door and an evince of relief went evident on his face.By the time she was getting ready on the bed heeding his guidance, he had reached the door and opened it slightly, careful not to let the outsider get an inside view. Chelsea wasn't surprised. It would have been more surprising if he hadn't had any visitors.Facing Alastair, Ryle who stood behind the door holding a plastic bag gave the Prince a cautioned look. “Here is your parcel. I hope it helps.” Saying, he handed the bag to him. In the middle of the night, it was so awkward and hard
ChelseaBobbing his throat, he met my gaze again which I assumed had narrowed to slits. Even my eyelids felt too heavy.The next moment, without him realizing it, I tried to push him away, hoping to create some distance between us, but he remained steadfast, only withdrawing his arm to stuff his hands into his pockets."Stay away from me. When you are close, you make me have so many stupid thoughts..." I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. But Alastair didn't budge. His eyes narrowed, his lips curving into a sly smile that made me feel exposed."I would love to know about those," he declared, his voice husky and sending shivers down my spine. My cheeks grew even hotter, and I could feel his words seep into my very core. I was becoming increasingly aware of his effect on me, both physically and mentally. It was overwhelming.But I couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and confusion. How could I let myself be so affected by Alastair? It was as if he had some unseen power
ChelseaHe seemed caught completely off guard by my question. Alastair, with his chin held high, had his back resting against the wall. His eyes fluttered in confusion as he responded, "What are you talking about?" It was clear that he was not expecting me to remember what had happened while I was under the influence of the desires, and he seemed to think that would give him an advantage.Determined not to let him manipulate me, I stood my ground and insisted, "You know." My voice came out hoarse and insistent, a reflection of the pain and frustration that were slowly overpowering me. My breath was getting heavier with every passing second.He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "No, I don't," he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. I could tell he didn't like lying, and his expression was so transparent that it was easy to see through his façade.A sarcastic smile played on my lips as I retorted, "I thought you hated liars." I wanted to remind him that he was a
Alastair, who was attempting to hide a smirk on his face, shoved his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat. "I have no problem with that." The one thing that stood out to him most about Ms. Beth was the fact that she was always willing to provide a hand whenever he required assistance.Chelsea's face was devoid of colors as she blinked at Ms. Beth who was still determined on what she had declared and then, averted her gaze at Alastair. He didn't seem to dispute any time soon. Instead, he was more than eager for her to tie his tie for him. Jerk, this word was formulated for him."I don't know how to...""Well, I can teach you that... of course, if you want." Alastair had cut her words off and given her a wicked look."Fine." She gritted her teeth through a tight grin and rose from the bed with an abrupt force. Honestly, she knew how to tie a tie. She had seen her father wearing it, she had seen Lucian wearing it on occasions. She had learned from them well. But what she didn't
"Your body is so alluring, Chelsea." In a low, husky voice, he proclaimed his admiration which only tickled my core and ragged my blood.Lucian is the Alpha in the Blue Moon Pack, he had a perfect masculine physique. I, on the other hand, was nothing more than an omega. Despite the fact that I'm the only daughter of a warrior of his pack. My mere position in the pack was still too low to be deemed a suitable match for the Alpha. But regardless of that, regardless of everything, he chose me. He picked me out of all the other women who lusted after him. It was hard for me to believe as well... until he finally confessed last year.Today was the day that finally marked our transition into the threshold of adulthood. We were finally eighteen. In a while, we'll also find their fated mates. We'll soon find someone to share our lives with. As a general rule, the instant werewolves reach the age of eighteen, they will meet their fated mates.Although it was almost eleven in the morning, I was ...
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