All Chapters of The Alpha's Bride: Love, Hate and Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I seethed. Why was this happening to me? Why? One moment I was free to do whatever I liked as long as it was within the limits of southern law and the next moment, I was to become the wife of this angry-looking prince. Everything was happening so quickly and even though I did not want to, I couldn't help but feel hopeless sometimes. The prince was not helping issues either. He was a handsome young man and he was bound to have a lover somewhere in the northern kingdom. Did he not feel any ounce of guilt when he agreed to this marriage? His demeanor told me that he was someone who would not be forced easily into doing something he didn't want to, so why? "I know it wasn't a mistake." He said, dabbing on his trousers with a dry towel. "Oh really?" I said but I did not deny it. It was great to know he wasn't so dumb. "Princess Ariel, you know what I find puzzling?" He asked but he was not looking at me. A pronounced fold had formed on his glabella as he inspected the wet patch on his

I yawned. I loved my siblings and I loved having a conversation with them but the three of them together were a lot. They never ran out of things to say which I found fascinating on the one hand and irritating on the other hand. Right now, all I wanted to do was rest. And maybe do so while sipping some wine. But all they wanted to do was talk– about the palace, about the food, about the king and the queen. "I like that you are getting married to the princess. At least we'd get to visit anytime we like." Julius said. He was seated in front of my vanity combing his perfectly trimmed hair that did not need combing. "Plus, the princess is nice. I like her." July added. She was sprawled on my bed doing nothing at all. When she talked about the princess, a smile appeared on her face. For a split second, I wondered if they also assumed Roseline was my betrothed but then, I remembered that they were at the table yesterday. There was no way they could think that. "You met with the pri

Tell me, I'm not the only one that found chapter 12 funny? 😂 Anyway. There's more where that came from but I'd like to ask; do you feel sorry for Rosaline yet? Or do you also think that Ariel is too much of a goddey two shoes and she could have been able to see what was right under her nose if she looked closer or is Rosaline just insanely good at masking all of her atrocities and I don't know about Xavier. I kind of feel sorry for him but definitely not sorry for Ariel but that's just my opinion. Tell me yours?

I let my eyes linger on Roseline's face. She was stuck beside Ariel this time, picking at her food. The Ashworth guy was conspicuously absent from the table today and Ariel's face was clouded over. This whole dinner seemed like an extremely sad affair. "Do you not like the food?" I looked up at Ariel's mother. Her eyes were wide, searching. It was as if she knew that something else bothered me but she did not know how to ask. "It's great," I said reaching quickly for my glass of water. "Are you okay?" I heard Juliet ask. She was sitting across from me and looked like she couldn't get enough of the food. I nodded at her. Who knew she would adapt so quickly to this place? My parents had returned to the north earlier in the day. According to my father, they had been away for too long and the palace was empty. They promised to return before the wedding took place. "Maybe he's having indigestion." I heard Juliet whisper to the Queen. I gave her the stink eye hoping that it woul

I lay face up, staring at the ceiling. I had been in this position for the past hour. If I lay like this and did not think, then my body would not hurt as much. My heart would not feel like it was about to break out of my chest. I could not get the image of Asher's fist out of my head or the look in his eyes when he stared at me. He still loved me, I could see it. But I could also see that these days, it pained him to look at me. I was beginning to doubt myself. Maybe I was not doing enough, maybe I was not taking this as seriously as I should have. I loved him but was I also the cause of his pain? I wanted to do more for him, to make him feel more at ease but I did not know what to do. And maybe that was exactly the problem. I heard a knock on my door and before I could say anything, the door flew open and Roseline stuck her head in. When she saw me, she smiled. "Thought you might be sleeping." She said, gently shutting the door behind her. In her right hand, she held a plate of