Alle Kapitel von Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books): Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

5ZayedI dreamt of emerald eyes and an endless sea of blood. The thick metal taste hovering in the air, salt of silent tears and the warmth of a small body pressed against mine with our hands covered in sticky blood. A shift beside me woke me up with a gasp, my hand already fisting the hilt of the knife underneath the pillow. My chest heaved and sweat ran down my temple, my heart pounding in my ribs, my head throbbing with the headache. Taste of alcohol and muskiness of last night’s activity made me present. The woman moved, her dark curls brushing over the arch of her spine as she hugged a pillow in her sleep, unaware that I was seconds away from hurting her. Harming her. The same person who had charmed her into the bed she was sleeping in. Fuck. That was a close call. I let go of the hilt and hid the dagger, its blade sharp enough to pierce any armor, in the nightstand drawer and leaned back on the headboard. I willed myself to calm down and passed a hand over my face. Thankful

7ZayedAs soon as I heard the stutter of the guard, I knew something was very, very wrong. The eerie feeling hovered around me, clinging to my skin as I marched towards the Court Room. Zain’s words rang in my head. How he had commanded the guard to make sure everyone was safe before asking me to stay with him. Too bad I didn’t know how to listen to him. I was breathless from the run from his study to the Court Room, eager to see what the whole commotion was about. The morning sun was disappearing behind the clouds when I entered the throne room. Guards had already secured the area with guns strapped to their hips and talking to their ear-pieces to find who did—Who did what?“Sheikh Zayed, the area isn’t safe yet. Please stay in—” I cut off the guard with a raised brow and a smirk. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Aatif. Let me through.”Even though I had prepared myself to see the worst, the sight that met me made my stomach clench. The fruits I had for breakfast turned rotten. It

PART TWO“You are a fool if you think I would ever let you fall, my darling witch.” 9ZayedThere was blood on my hands. My face and my new tunic that Salman Al Latif had given me. He was going to get mad. I heard a sniffle and moved my head to see the little girl with golden hair looking at the man at our feet. “Are you hurt?” I asked her, her pretty green eyes blinking at me. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, and I didn’t like the sight of a frown on her face. I didn’t know why, but I just knew I didn’t. “No, I am not hurt.” Her voice was so small compared to when I had heard it before. The scream that tore from her throat, asking for help when I had found her in the dark unlit room held by that stranger. I stepped closer to her and raised my hand. I didn’t move when she eyed my hand, wondering if I would hurt her too. I didn’t want to hurt her. Never hurt her. But I didn’t want to scare her either. The little girl didn’t move or get scared when I touched her cheek with my finge

11ElenaMy cheeks and ears turned warm as Zayed’s hot breath fanned against them. He pulled back, but his gaze was heavy on my skin. I wanted to pull away or hide under the table whenever he stared at me with such an intense look. He always unnerved me, no matter how strong I get. I didn’t like that about him at all. “Elena,” my mother’s voice pulled me out of my head. “Tell Sultan about your engagement. You are going to meet him here, after all.”I took a deep breath and looked at Zain. His face was unreadable when I continued, “I am planning to get engaged with Prince Samir of Fatima. He will be here in a day, and I hope that you and Khalid will give us your blessings.”Khalid was confused, but nodded slowly. Zain tilted his head, his eyes fierce. “I would like to meet him first. Prince Samir is a good friend, and his father has always been present at the council, advising us when we were young. But are you sure, Elena?” His eyes flickered to the tall baby beside me, who was either

13ZayedGod, what the fuck was I doing? Getting a handy from her of all people in my bathroom?But I would not regret it. I had been in my own dark thoughts since I heard the news of her engagement. Or the possible engagement. I knew since we were kids that there would never be things between us. She came from a reputed family while I was an orphan. She would not settle for a Sheikh who earned the title just because he was a close friend of the sultan and a prince. I knew that, but the reality of her upcoming engagement still sucked. The absurd thought of her getting married and having princely babies with that jerk made me want to throw something. Anything. But then she had appeared, looking exhausted with bags under her eyes and looking at me like I was all-for-free buffet. Which, I admit, I was for her. Just her.And somehow, despite the gnawing ache in my heart, I wanted to help her soothe off the stress of solving the mystery murder. Of course, I could just tell her I helped R