All Chapters of The Alpha Prince Unexpected Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

What. The. Actual. Hell? Roxanne asked herself after the woman had spoken. She was wrong when she thought there was nothing strange about this place, the words coming out of this woman's mouth, were the definition of strange! Roxanne could not help the cough that escaped her throat. It caused all eyes to turn to her immediately. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Prince Lancelot, I do not suppose your...assistant would be able to give us a brief moment?" Roxanne's eyes flung up when she realised the woman was talking about her. She cast Lancelot a pleading look, but he ignored her as usual. His eyes beckoned on Peter to take Roxanne outside. As usual, Peter obeyed Lancelot's orders - as he should have - and gripped Roxanne's right hand, she frowned at him, but he didn't seem to mind. "Why do I need to go outside?" She whispered, between clenched teeth as they walked away from the queen and Lancelot. "Because, issues that do not need your hearing are about to be discussed." Rox

She threw her head back in laughter at something Alphonsus had said. His laughter roared above hers, and it felt so good to be genuinely happy in such a long time. Roxanne could really not remember the last time she felt so elated to talk to someone. However, it was cut short the moment she sensed a familiar and unpleasant set of eyes on her. Roxanne's laughter disappeared immediately, and she looked ahead of them. Her lips thinned involuntarily on the sight of him. Of course! It had to be him! Who else would pop up from nowhere and steal her joy from right under her feet, turn around and act as though he had done nothing? Lancelot Dankworth! Who else didn't want to see her happy and made no attempt to hide it? Lancelot Dankworth! It was always Lancelot Dankworth all.the.fucking.time! Nevertheless, she rose up from the bench and bowed to them when they stood in front of her. "Your grace." She turned to the bright eyed queen from earlier this evening. "Your highness." Isabelle i

"The queen has asked me to show you to your chambers, your grace." The voice and manner of speech were seductive. Lancelot paused his stance and his raging thoughts to take one swift look at her, before he turned his face away and urged her forward. The female beamed with smiles and walked ahead of him, extremely pleased that he had not refused her. Lancelot walked behind her. Up a flight of stairs, to a bright colorful corridor, and then to the first room by the right. When she opened the room, the scent of fresh incense and scented candles hit his nose with brute force that caused him to sneeze gently. The lady turned to him, before spreading the door open in front of him. "Welcome to the beauty of La Gomera, your grace." As she spoke, she took one step into the room first, and bowed to him, stretching her right hand to the direction of the bed; a gesture that was meant to usher him in. Lancelot's eyes danced around the room. He had no doubt they had prepared it for him. The king

Once again, sleeping had become an impossibility for Roxanne. Within her, she could not wait to be done with this journey and her job in total. Meanwhile, she continued to toss and turn in her bed, restless from the thought of how far his lips would have gone around her body, at the same time, furious about his audacity. No matter how much she tried to stay away from him, he had always ended up pulling her closer to himself, and dumping her without even saying a word. Yes, silent rejection was more hurtful than verbal one; at least for her. Finally, he would come to understand that she was not a joke. Roxanne was a real woman, with feelings; and he always played with them. But, she would not give him that power anymore. Whatever hold he had on her, had to be severed, and as soon as possible. Alas, after six hours of turning in her sleep, Roxanne was awakened by the sound of a knock on her door. Once again, she pulled herself up with a frustrated groan, digging her fingers into her

After his salute, Peter watched Lancelot walk away from him, heading towards the door of the palace. He sighed, with worry. Deep down, he feared for Roxanne and wished more than anything, that Lancelot would finally tell her the truth, and the real reason she was here. "Let's go join the party!" Roxanne's voice called out, barely inches behind him. Peter snapped out of his range of thoughts and turned swiftly towards her. Speak of the devil, and she gracefully appears, Peter thought. He tried to make his stance and expression as believable as possible, before clearing his throat. "We are not allowed into the party." Disappointment replaced the enthusiasm in Roxanne's eyes. Thirty minutes ago, she only wanted to lie on her bed and force herself to sleep. But now, after the announcement of a feast, she had thought "there was no harm in feasting on food before resting, was there?" After answering herself affirmatively, she decided to join the feast, grab one or two meals before leavi