All Chapters of Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Leia’s POV. The castle was shrouded in midnight’s silence. Everyone has retired to their chambers—my cousin and his mate too. Slowly, I stepped out of my room and quietly shut the door after me. My cloak billowed after me as I hurried down the hallways of the castle, clutching tight the incense burner in my hands. Footsteps inched closer and I dodged, stepping into the shadows of a close-by alcove. Two guards strolled past, their voices low as they patrolled the area. Heaving a sigh, I stepped out from my hiding and continued in my tracks, doubling my steps. I arrived at the royal kitchen and stuffed enough fruits and bread in my pockets, and also refilled my water can. Again, footsteps inched towards me. Quickly gathering my things, I ducked behind an inbuilt shelf. It was a chef. He rummaged through the counters and sighed. “There you are!” He picked up a blue mug and glanced around the kitchen suspiciously. I pressed myself further into the shelf, stilli

Emily’s POV. A shiver charred down my spine at his command. It wasn’t just his words but the way his eyes darkened as he stared at me; reminding me of how he pleasured me the other morning by the window. I was wearing two-piece sleepwear made from expensive silk. The top was a sleeveless chemise of a pale ivory hue. Its neckline was adorned with delicate lace and small embroidered flowers in white and gold thread. The second half was a matching silk skirt. It was long and flowing, with a subtle shimmer that caught the dim light of the room. The waistband rested gently on my hips and was secured by a silk drawstring that flowed into soft pleats beyond my knees. Slowly, I slipped the top over my head, the soft material gliding down my arms before I dropped it on the bed. Calix’s gaze widened slightly, his dark eyes trailing over the sight of my bare skin. When his gaze lingered on my brea,sts, his jaw tightened, and a faint flush crept up his neck. He glanced away for a moment, as

Emily’s POV. The sun dipped low in the sky as we arrived at the castle, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air was tinged with the coolness of dusk, and a light breeze rustled the banners hanging from the castle walls. Our carriage halted before the grand terrace and Calix stepped out first, his movements fluid and commanding. He turned to me and offered me his hand. A smile tugging at my lips, I took his hand and he helped me down the carriage. We proceeded to the dining hall and settled down to a sumptuous dinner, after which Calix and I steered upstairs to our room. “Please sit.” Calix gestured at the couch. He disappeared into the washroom and came out with a remedy box. “Allow me,” he said, and took my bruised arm. His touch was gentle as he cleaned the wound, his focus unwavering. “What was that in the morning?” he asked, breaking the silence that’d followed. “Why did you suddenly ask to ride with Leia?” He tried to hide it, but there were traces o

Calix’s POV. At my command, Han had mind-linked the chauffeur and our carriage steered toward the castle’s gates. However, I glanced across the window and couldn’t comprehend the shocked expression on my mate’s face. Just moments ago, she was eager to spend time with my cousin and now that I was granting her heart’s desire, she was acting shocked? Facade. It was all a facade, I guess. Our carriage continued past the castle’s portcullis and rode down the drawbridge. “Do you have any special place in mind for visiting?” Han asked, breaking the silence that’d followed in the carriage. “Let's just ride around the town for now,” I said. “I just need to see the people and how they’re going about their day.” I glanced at Han, and he was holding in a laugh. “Spill it.” “Did you suddenly remember your people after a little friction with your mate?” he teased. “You’re impossible!” I rasped and he laughed. But he was right though. Since I arrived at Tyr, I’d been engrosse

Emily’s POV. The moment my hands wrapped around him, a growl tore from his lips. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hand felt so small against the sheer size of him, trembling as I held and felt him. He was warm and impossibly hard, yet the skin of his shaft was so soft like velvet. I dared to glance up at him and his head was thrown back, his lips parted as he sucked in shallow breaths. The air between us thickened, the room narrowing just to the two of us as I began to explore the length of him, Leia’s teaching flashing the back of my mind. “Emily, you’re playing with fire,” he groaned, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips as I stroked him. “Maybe I want to get burned,” I teased, my fingers brushing the base of his hard length. He lowered his head and our gazes locked—the hunger in his eyes capable of burning an entire forest. I knew I was playing a dangerous game but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. There was a thrill in testing the limits of his