Alex’s POVI got home and headed straight to my room. I was exhausted, it was already late, and all I wanted was to freshen up and collapse into bed.But the moment I pushed the door open and flicked on the light, my entire body froze.My dad was sitting casually on the couch, like he owned the place, as if waiting for me.“Dad? What are you doing here?” I asked, still shocked.“Waiting for you, isn’t it obvious?” He leaned forward, eyes sharp with that smug little glint that always meant trouble. “So tell me… how did the blind date go? She’s pretty, right? Your type, right?” His voice was almost excited.I narrowed my eyes, completely thrown. “What the hell, Dad? How could you set me up on a blind date without even telling me?”“That’s why it’s called a blind date, Alex,” he said smoothly, smirking. “You don’t tell the people involved. So… she’s pretty, yes?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yes, she’s pretty, but—”Before I could even finish, he cut me off.“All good then.
Alex’s POVI arrived at the restaurant and scanned the room, searching for the girl in the picture my father had sent me. My eyes landed on her almost instantly.She was seated near the window, the golden glow of the evening light brushing against her face. Up close, she was even more striking, soft curls framing her face, eyes sharp yet warm. If I were into girls, she would’ve been my type. But I wasn’t. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately I was gay.Still, I walked over to her table.“Hi, I’m Alex,” I said, offering a polite smile.She smiled back and gestured to the empty chair across from her. I slid into the seat.“I’m Lisa,” she said smoothly, her voice calm but carrying a kind of confidence that instantly put me on guard. “Would you like to order something to eat?”“No, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just a glass of red wine will do.”She signaled to the waiter without missing a beat. He came over quickly, and Lisa placed the order. Within moments, a glass of deep red wine was set in fr
Alex’s POVI was heading to my room when a pair of strong hands yanked me into the shadows.My back hit the wall hard, and instinctively I reached for the knife tucked at my waist, until I caught his scent.Kai.I flicked the light on, my pulse still racing. He stood there, chest rising and falling like he’d just run through fire. His eyes were wild.“What the hell, Kai? You scared me.” My voice came out sharper than I intended.He raked a hand through his hair, pacing the small space like a caged wolf. “Alex, I think I messed up. I did something I’m regretting already.”My stomach twisted. “What is it? Speak to me.”He stopped, his jaw clenching. “I told my grandfather, Alpha Daemon, that the queen is still alive. That she’s being held captive by the king.”For a moment, the world tilted. My heart dropped into my stomach.“You did what?” My voice rose, cutting through the thick silence of the room. “Are you insane?”His hands trembled at his sides. “I know, I know! I’m sorry. I just…
Alex’s POVThe palace was dead quiet. Too quiet. After what happened this morning, it was like everyone had lost their voices. Even the maids moved around like ghosts, tiptoeing, their faces pale, afraid that a single sound might set someone off.Nobody came down for dinner. Nobody, except me, Elena, Ethan, and Liam. Four of us sitting at that long table built for twenty.Everyone knew Klaus was an asshole. But finding out he’d been beating and sexually assaulting his wife? That was the kind of truth that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.I kinda felt sorry for Amelia. Enduring all that pain in silence must have been hell. But here’s the thing: no matter how bad things get, I don’t joke with food.The only sound in the dining hall was my cutlery scraping the plate as I fought with the steak. Everyone else was just poking at their food like it might bite back, but not me. Hell no.Don’t get me wrong, I feel sorry for Amelia. Really, I do. But starving myself isn’t going to heal her
The King’s POVI stormed into my chambers, rage clawing at my chest. Joe trailed behind me, but his presence only fueled the fire already burning inside me. I slammed my fist against the wall, the crack echoing through the room as I paced like a beast trapped in a cage. My hand throbbed, but it didn’t matter, I needed to break something, anything, to keep from breaking myself.“My king, you need to calm down,” Joe urged, his voice steady even though his eyes flickered with worry.I ignored him, sweeping a vase off the table, the crash of shattering porcelain giving me a brief, bitter relief. But the anger didn’t fade, it only grew. I didn’t even know why it hurt this much. Was it because Klaus touched her? Because he dared to leave bruises on her skin? Or was it because the thought of him inside her made my blood boil with jealousy I had no right to feel?Amelia is his wife. I have no claim over her. No right to feel this possessive fury. But still… the thought of her body marked by h
Clara’s POVI couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. No matter how twisted and insane this whole thing was, it was also kind of hilarious if you thought about it the wrong way.Just imagine it… your wife’s son ends up being your brother. your wife suddenly becomes your step mom.The sim you thought was yours is your step brother. Isn’t that the kind of madness that makes your head spin?I wiped the tears from my eyes as I laughed harder. “I know Klaus is cruel, but damn… isn’t this too much even for him?”“Why are you laughing?” Amelia’s shaky voice dragged me back from my wild thoughts.“Nothing, I’m just thinking…” I leaned closer, smirking. “When you give birth, is the baby going to call Klaus daddy or brother?”Amelia shot me a glare, but I lost it again, laughing until my stomach hurt.“Clara, seriously, it’s not funny.” She hissed, her voice breaking.I raised a brow and shrugged. “Not funny? Come on. When you were having scandalous sex with the king, I wasn’t there. At leas