All Chapters of The Alpha's Bride: Love, Hate and Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I laughed so much that my stomach ached. It was the first time I was laughing in a long time and it was all because of Roseline. I did not realize how much I'd missed her until this very moment. Her smile, the sound of her voice, the way her eyes flashed orange for some weird reason I could not fathom and the melodic ringing of her laughter; I'd missed all that. Now, she was telling stories of her younger days in the palace and I found them hilarious, more so because she made funny faces as she spoke. I'd carried her up to the rooftop and we were seated on a bench in the open space. People rarely came up here which was perfect because we could have some alone time without raising any suspicion. "How come you were there when I fell?" She asked abruptly. I shrugged. "I was passing by. Honestly, I was bored out of my senses and I decided to go for a walk. I did not realize I'd come so close to the Queen's quarters until I heard a shout. I followed the sound and saw you on the f

I looked around me. Thinking back now, I had come a long way from when I first met prince Xavier that evening in front of the palace. Back then, it had all seemed possible; me and him together as man and wife. Where exactly did things start to go wrong? It was three days until the wedding day and although I wanted to believe that I still had a chance, the startling reality was starting to dawn on me. The palace here was agog with movement, the cooking for the feast had begun, the palace walls had been repainted and the wedding hall was being decorated. The only thing everyone talked about here was about how the crown prince was getting married to the crown princess. The palace here was nothing like ours back home where there was relative peace and quiet. Here, there were so many people moving in and out that it was almost impossible not to feel small. Here, the palace walls did not feel like a cage, it felt like a place of freedom instead because of how easily I could break awa

Asher placed a hand on my shaky hands. "Calm down. It's going to be fine." He said softly. But I was barely listening. My head was swimming with thoughts of what dawn would bring. It was inappropriate for Asher to be in my room right now but Rosy was nowhere around and I'd not seen Xavier since after shopping. Not that I was dying to see him or anything. I still felt puzzled by the moment we had shared in the store and the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. How dare he try to compliment me? But if I was being very honest with myself, I was more put off by the fact that I had felt something when his eyes roved over me. I had wanted to hold on to his hand a little longer when our fingers met and my body had heated up when he complimented me. It was insane. These thoughts should only be reserved for Asher. Why did my mind keep wandering? This marriage had never seemed realer to me than right now, at this moment. If I just closed my eyes and opened it, I would be in

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked impeccable, if I did say so myself. The wedding was going to be held without much fanfare, my father had assured me, still I could not wait until it was all over. I used my hand to smoothen out the lapel of my suit and practiced my smile. People would be watching. Although it was an only royals gathering, they would be watching to see if the crown prince was happy, if this was only a business deal or if I'd managed to win the heart of the princess as well. This wasn't a wedding, it was a play; a congregation of actors and I was determined to trump them all. Three hurried knocks sounded on my door and I rolled my eyes. Juliet always had a dramatic way of introducing herself. "Don't come in." I yelled at the door. The door clicked open and Juliet stuck her head in. I sighed, she was never one to listen. "Oh oh." She said clapping excitedly. "If it isn't the groom." "I'm sure you're more excited than the bride and groo

Her flesh felt impossibly soft and I did not want to stop touching her. I faintly remembered being pulled into this room, being thrown on the bed and then rolling over to kiss her. I could barely think. My senses were overloaded with her scent– compelling and delicious. I did not want to ever leave her or stop holding her. She giggled and whispered something as I trailed my nails down her arm and spine. Even her laughter was beautiful. I tried to shake the hazy feeling off my head but it just wouldn't go away. I was painfully aware that it was Ariel beside me but she looked so damn attractive tonight that it was almost impossible to pull away. Under the faint light of the bedside lamp, I noticed the way her breast shot out through her dress, the slope of her thighs when her already too short dress climbed up, the way her hair splayed on the bed beside her head and when she turned on her side, the way her hair spiralled down her shoulders and how good she looked from the back.