Alastair In the confines of my study, I retrieved the antiquated journal from its resting place within my locker. Leaning forward in my chair, I placed the book on the table before me. A wintry wind swept inside the space through northern windows and blew through my hair. Not bothering about my favorite hairstyle, I gradually eyed the old page that had been sprinted with the dark ink. “As winter's breath draws near, late autumn's phase seems queer. A strange time in life's sphere. The balmy zephyrs of summer, once beloved, now stir within you a disapproval. To the depths of the mind it leads, where shadowed memories plant their seeds, of the last few months it speaks, And in the heart, a sadness leaks. Simultaneously, it ignites a longing within to behold the splendour of snowflakes descending. Learn to shroud thyself in icy veneer, leaving warmth a mere figment to revere.” How many times have I read this? About a hundred times or more. But the more I read this, the more confusion
Chelsea After changing the gown into a pink romper that I found in the wardrobe, I sank myself into the soft mattress of the bed. That night, I didn't eat again. My body was getting weaker. Yet, I had no appetite. I was only left with nothingness. Even in this immense space, I felt like I was confined. The walls around me were suppressing me. My lungs were running out of oxygen. My parents probably don't care if I am alive or dead. They never did. They are relieved that I'm gone. No one would ever come to get me. I had no one. I refused to believe Alastair occupied even a little stage of my life, tied by fate. I had been a believer. I had a blind thing on fate and it betrayed me. Or worse, it thrashed me in hell with a man I knew.... I didn't know. I knew he was a Prince, a future king who would rule the country. Not me, oh God, I won't be ruled by him, not as one of his whores he fantasies about. I knew nothing about him. Not a fucking single thing. Just his name, his title and how
Chelsea The lights brightened the view. The woman inside seemed to be busy with getting her naked body dressed up while Alastair pulled the chain of his jeans. They had sex! I didn't even need to doubt. I couldn't smell it when they were doing it because I'm stupid, useless and weak. Betrayal stabbed at my heart once again. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. He owed me nothing at all. It wasn't even him I was hurt for. Oh, he could fuck every woman as long as it's not me. I wasn't interested. Yet, something ate at me when his gaze found me. I eyed him while he eyed me. A few buttons of his shirt were still open, revealing the fine abs of his chest. His sleeves were folded up, flexing the veins of his hand that I found attractive a few hours ago. But now? It disgusted me. He rolled the glass in his hand that was filled with liquid. Alcohol. I suddenly had the urge to throw the drink on his shirt and break the glass against his head. I wanted to make him bleed just like how he mad
Alastair "Your Highness, shall I bring you the medicines?" For three long hours, Ryle had been trailing behind me, posing the same inquiry every sixty minutes without fail. My daily routine included checking on my health. Today, the temperature of my body is abnormally elevated. I have a fever. I blamed the rain for that, but it wasn't the rain. My immunity was powerful enough to fight colds. “No. I'm fine.” I adamantly declined to ingest any medication. The noxious chemicals quell my exuberance. They instill a heightened sense of vulnerability within my being and gently lull me into a tranquil slumber, closing my eyes in blissful repose. Ryle understood. Nevertheless, he planned to ask all over again in the next hour. We were in my study. He had brought the important letters for me. The majority of the letters consisted of invitations from abroad. Weddings, birthday parties, funerals and charities I despised. Every day, I am inundated with thousands of letters. Among them, the du
Chelsea It was only when the birds sang, I realized it was already morning. Sleep eluded me, not even a fleeting slumber to call it a nap. The pounding on my door was relentless. With a determined effort, I hoisted myself upright and grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly to reveal the person beyond. Lilith glared at me. God, why do you hate me? Why would you send her to me? My mental state is not stable enough to handle her. “My dear Princess, do you believe it is my duty to rouse you from slumber each day? Go to the kitchen. Now.” Suppressing the sigh that threatened to escape my lips, I simply nodded. However, it failed to satiate her desires. As I made my way into the kitchen, she stood there, patiently observing my every move. There, I was ordered to chop the onions. The matter appeared trivial at first, until a servant presented me with an entire crate of onions. And guess what? Because my eyes were hurting, I couldn't see properly and I cut my fingers. A maid was about to
Chelsea I almost jumped at the voice. Alastair stood in front of me, scrutinizing me carefully with his head tilted. He was wearing a black sweatshirt. His veiny hand flexed a gun in his grip. His blue eyes looked concerned. I took a long breath to calm my heartbeat. And boom! Shoving the gun inside his waistband, he was down, kneeling before me. He doesn't care about the rules at all, does he? “Chelsea.” So, he really remembers my name? I think it was the first time he called me by my name. I squirmed beneath his touch as he put his hand on my cheek, wiping the tears off my face with his thumb. “You are crying?" He asked very softly. I almost forgot that the tears were still falling from my eyes. Stupid onions. “I'm not crying.” I removed his hand from my face and wiped my own tears. He can't touch me. I still hadn't forgotten how he told me to get out of that car. Exhaling a deep breath, I added, “It's... because of onions. I was working then... she told me to bring naga from
Alastair She was laughing. And all I could think about was that I wasn't supposed to feel this way. The sound of her laughter echoed through the air like a song. Her eyes, alight with mirth and glee, sparkled like stars in the night. It was that enchanting. I froze as I watched her laughing, shaking her head, and covering her lips. For just an instant, the pain that I could constantly see in her eyes disappeared. As if at that moment, all her worries and troubles were gone and dead replaced by a light, a shining beacon, a pure delight. I never wanted to be a poet but her laughter made me wish I was one. As soon as she met my gaze, something crossed in those gray eyes and she immediately stopped laughing. She bit her plump lips. “I mean...” Pressing her lips together, she finally was able to stifle her laughter. “I am afraid you will be sick if we are close.” “What?” was all I could say. Her laughter was still ringing in my head. I waited. But she didn't seem to explain what she
Chelsea “So, you want me to believe Alastair saved you and didn't beat your ass for entering the woods?” Kai ridiculed the entire incident of the wolf attacking me in the woods and Alastair protecting me from it. Yeah, it was a bad idea to share with Kai. “Why would he... beat my ass?” I had to ask. I needed to converse with him in order to ignore the glares the slaves were shooting at me. We sat on the couch of the living area in the hall— okay, it was my plan. A very bad one. Now, I regret not taking Kai inside my room, and force him to do whatever he wants in front of everyone. Still, I won't blame myself cause, come on, how was I supposed to know Kai didn't mean harm? “You don't know a thing.” Kai scoffed. “Oh, you don't know him at all.” It was a flat statement and vastly, a truth that annoyed me. A wince left my lips as I felt the wounds in my hand ache. After washing my hand with the saline solution, Kai had been applying pressure on the wounds with a gauze bandage. He was
His 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