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
ChelseaBeing a hybrid—a half vampire and werewolf, Reagan easily had his claws out for attacking. But those claws wouldn't hurt another hybrid like Rhett, even though he was a sort of powerless weredragon–a half dragon and werewolf.We were all well aware of this fact in Flame Falls. The entire village knew that Reagan was the most powerful kind, whereas Rhett was more vulnerable. Everyone believed that the title of 'Prince' should be held by someone as regal as Reagan.But here I was, watching Regan mercilessly shoved Rhett against the archway, delivering punch after punch to his face. Crimson blood poured from Rhett's nose, covering his features as he valiantly refused to back down.It was a brutal sight, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock. Rhett certainly wouldn’t fight back; he didn't have the power to. But he sure had the courage to keep going, even with blood flooding from his nose."Get your hands off me, Reagan," Rhett managed to say, his voice strained and his mo
ChelseaAs I cowered against the postern door, I could feel the weight of Reagan's anger bearing down on me. I never meant to intrude, I had only been curious. And, even though nothing would harm them as I had no power, it did piss Reagan off.He could twist my body with fingers since the reputation he cared so much about had been impaired and the truth he hid for so many years had been unveiled to none rather than me.Reagan's voice dripped with mockery as he arched a sly brow at my trembling form. "Should I pull those sweet lips of yours off? Or should I just dig a grave for you and bury you there? Maybe, I should..."His words cut through the air like a knife, leaving me breathless and terrified. I couldn't believe I had found myself in this situation. I never imagined that my stupid curiosity would lead me here, to Reagan's mercy. I stammered, "I-I swear. I didn't mean to. I was just...""Interested?" Reagan interrupted, his voice laced with disdain. I could feel my heart racing, k
Alastair As soon as I approached Chelsea and pulled her up, she threw herself onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest. I could feel the scorching heat of her fever through my blazer, and a wave of helplessness washed over me. There was no cure for the curse that plagued her, the curse that I felt guilty for even offering.My hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of where to touch her, as I called out her name. “Chelsea.” She hugged me even tighter, her breaths becoming heavier as her body sought solace in mine. “Help me.” She mumbled. Her actions were beyond urgent, her rationality completely corrupted. I had never seen her so desperate before, so consumed by the fever.I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her lips against the crook of my neck. The warmth threatened to consume me, to burn me from within. But I couldn't think of myself in that moment, not when Chelsea needed me.Suddenly, Reagan's voice cut through the tension, reminding me of his presence. "You be
AlastairI watched as Chelsea slowly turned away from me, her back exposed to the dim light of my bedroom. Tracing the zipper of her gown, I pulled the slider down that bared the beauty mark she had on her back. Her pale skin was the silk of white rose petals. "You are perfect," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I, myself was surprised by my words.My gaze traveled up to her hair, now disheveled from all thrusting against the pillow. I couldn't resist running my fingers through the soft strands, undoing the clips that held her bun in place. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her waist, its honeyed scent filling the air around us. It was intoxicating, a scent that invaded my senses and made it hard to think clearly.With a sense of self-control that surprised even me, I tore myself away from the bed and walked into my walk-in closet. I knew Chelsea needed some space, some time to herself. So, I grabbed one of my white shirts and handed it to her. "I'll wait outside. You can change h
ChelseaEmerging from the bedroom, I made my way into the living room and stood across Lucian who was still shaking in terror. Alpha Alastair sat in a chair, his posture relaxed as he perused the file in his hands. The moment his gaze shifted from the mundane paperwork to the presence of our arrival, an anomalous amusement settled on his face."Impressive. You took only two minutes thirty seconds." He said, without so much as a sidelong glance at his watch. He didn't require it in any way. Everyone knew his thoughts had never been able to keep up with the passage of time."Your Highness."Lucian whimpered.My attention swirled to him. He had prostrated himself before the Prince. The sight made me feel nauseous."I apologize. I had no idea that she was your significant other." he uttered those words with his head bowed and his chin tucked into his chest while he cried tears of terror and sweat poured down his forehead.Significant other? No fuck. I never wished to be this Prince's sign
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