AlastairThe moment I stumbled upon a servant giving away one of my favorite attires, I knew something was amiss. To catch the culprits red-handed, I decided to enter the closet from the secret door in my bedroom – a door only I could open. Little did I expect to find Chelsea there, of all people. My blood simmered as I witnessed the sight before me – she had torn apart the clothes I intended to wear for tomorrow's event. And to add insult to injury, she had the audacity to distribute my favorite garments.Chelsea stood there, frozen, as I Chelsea stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, as I raised a sly brow, waiting for an explanation. She swallowed hard, her gaze darting around the room as my eyes slowly swept over the closets, then the ruined fabrics, and finally landed on her face. There was a frantic rhythm to her heartbeat, audible to me in the charged silence that hung in the air.“Cutting the shoelaces would be enough to ruin it,” I remarked, taking a step closer
AlastairI felt a rush of power as I pinned her down on the bed, her body completely at my mercy. One of my hands found its place on the headboard, while the other rested gently on the pillow beside her. Leaning closer, I could feel the heat of our breaths mingling in the air, the tension growing with each passing second. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and desire, held mine captive.As I stared into her soulful eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, and certainly not with someone I argued with a while ago and who cut my favorite clothes. I tried to push these thoughts away, convince myself that it was merely an illusion brought on by the intensity of the moment. But deep down, I knew the truth - I wanted her, in a way that went beyond reason.Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress. I smirked inwardly at her lack o
ChelseaI froze there, my body tense with a mixture of desire and apprehension. His voice sent shivers down my spine, his words echoing in my mind.Sea! It was just a nickname, but in this moment, with the way he spoke it, it ignited something within me. Something I couldn't quite ignore, no matter how hard I tried.His question hung in the air, a weighty anticipation building between us. Did I want my narcissus? The thought alone sent a flurry of sensations through my body, an undeniable longing that clashed with my better judgement. I couldn't deny the electricity that crackled between us, even as I fought to suppress it.But I couldn't let him see the effect he had on me. And so, I mustered up every ounce of defiance and shouted, "Hell no!" I needed to distance myself from this man, from these forbidden desires that clawed at the edges of my consciousness. It was wrong, I knew that, yet it felt undeniably right.The prince seemed undeterred by my outburst, his eyes boring into mine
ChelseaI could feel the anger pumping through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest after Alastair had left the room, leaving behind a trail of offensive remarks. And now, this woman standing before me, who I didn't even know, had the audacity to ask such a disrespectful question. She was undeniably beautiful, with her striking black eyes, sharp nose, and short blonde hair. She exuded confidence, her fashion sense impeccable as she stood tall in her black high heels and office suit. But her words needed a filter."Pardon?" I cleared my throat, giving her a chance to choose her words more wisely.With her arms crossed, she seemed unperturbed by speaking to an unfamiliar woman in such a demeaning manner. "Oh, girl. Did you piss him off by trying to kiss him? Or did you ask for oral and to fuck face-to-face, which he certainly loathes?" A wicked smirk spread across her face.My teeth clenched in frustration. Okay, bitch! That was more than enough. "If you're so interested in knowing ab
AlastairAs I stepped closer, the first thing Chelsea did was step back from me, her eyes darting around to ensure no one had heard the nickname I had just called her. Finding no one engaged in our conversation and the garden filled with workers diligently shaping the trees, she heaved a relieved sigh. It seemed that she was willing to risk her entire life but not get close to me.My jaw clenched. "Did you tell Rossi... well, Rossi is the woman who stayed in the guest house yesterday. The one I once...""Fucked," Chelsea completed my sentence, her face contorted with bitterness.I blinked, taken aback by Chelsea's bluntness. She was a peculiar woman, to say the least. Her sudden transformation into a badass astounded, confounded, and at the same time, provoked me. I had a feeling that Rossi Clooney would be provoked in an entirely different manner. Rossi, the head of the royal event management team, rarely stayed at the palace since her father was a top businessman with a grand estate.
AlastairIn the evening, I reluctantly donned my black blazer over the crisp white shirt, its pearl buttons meticulously sewn. Paired with perfectly tailored black trousers, I was dressed for the gala my mother had impulsively decided to host. The stylist in front of me reached for the black tie, but I couldn't bear her presence any longer. I grabbed the tie from her hand and shot a glare her way. "Leave."With an obedient nod, she made her way out of the room, leaving me alone in my frustration. I exhaled sharply and began to tie the troublesome accessory myself. My mother's sudden gala plans had been a nuisance, and I couldn't help but despise Ms. Kyle for her vexing tricks. I'd asked her to send someone, specifically Chelsea, at least ten times since morning, and she had deliberately avoided it.That old nag was truly getting on my nerves.I hadn't finished voicing my irritation when Alice intervened, guiding Ms. Kyle away to the garden. I would have followed them if my mother hadn'
I couldn't believe what had just transpired. One moment, I was at the lavish event, working as a waitress, and the next, I found myself face to face with a man who both baffled and intimidated me. I turned to confront him, my voice wavering as I stammered, "Y-you are here... why?"His intense gaze seemed to consume me, and I couldn't help but notice how strikingly handsome he was. His hair was slicked to the side, a wispy strand falling from his fringe, enhancing his sharp jawline. I felt a strange mixture of fear and attraction.Before I could gather my thoughts, Alastair, for that's what I assumed his name to be, placed a possessive hand on my back and stood beside me. He feigned a sneer and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "The only one you are allowed to serve is me."His words felt like a death sentence, and I shivered as his eyes traveled down my body. My chest rose and fell as his cold fingers sent a fiery sensation through my bare back. I was trapped in his grasp, and I couldn't
ChelseaAs I watched the lights flicker and the music fill the room, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire deep within me. The touch of his hardness against my body sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that I wanted more. His question hung between us, the air thick with anticipation."Do you want us to stop now?" he whispered, his voice filled with both restraint and longing."NO," I replied quickly, my voice betraying my desperation. I blushed, feeling a rush of embarrassment at the raw need in my voice.He swayed me, our bodies moving in harmony to the rhythm of the music. I could feel the heat radiating from him, matching the fire that burned within me. He leaned closer, his breath mingling with mine, leaving only inches of space between our lips. It was a torturous tease, not quite a kiss but not a pull away either. It was as if he was drinking in my essence, savoring the forbidden pleasure.His voice was low and husky as he spoke again, his throat vibrating with desire. "Say
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