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Chapter Nineteen The beginning of a forbidden affair

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Elara woke up with Kaelen being her only thought, the lingering echo of Kaelen's words swirling in her mind. He wanted her. Not as a conquest, not as a pity project, but truly, genuinely her. It felt like a dream, a dangerous, alluring dream she desperately wanted to believe. Damon's sneers and callous indifference had chipped away at her spirit for so long, Kaelen's open admiration felt like sunlight after a long winter.

Determined to clear her head, Elara decided on a walk. The pack house, usually bustling with activity, was unusually quiet this morning. That was probably because it was barely past dawn. As she rounded a corner, a sight stopped her dead in her tracks. A convoy of sleek, black cars, the kind she only saw in magazines, was pulling up to the front of the pack house. Their polished surfaces gleamed even in the dim morning light.

Before she could process what was happening, the lead car's door opened, and Kaelen emerged. He wasn't in his princely attire or anything formal. He wore a simple, black t-shirt that strained against his powerful frame, and dark jeans. But he still radiated an aura of authority, an undeniable charisma that drew every eye to him.

His gaze immediately locked onto hers. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, sending a jolt of heat through Elara's veins. He walked towards her, his movements fluid and purposeful.

"Elara," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet morning air. "Good, you're up. I was hoping to catch you."

Her heart hammered against her ribs. "Kaelen? What are you doing here?" she managed to stammer, acutely aware of the curious stares beginning to gather around them.

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I'm here for you, remember? Damon is occupied, isn't he? With the... blueprints?"

The mention of Damon brought a knot of anxiety to her stomach. "He is. But... this..." she gestured vaguely at the cars, the growing crowd. "It's too much. He won't like this."

"Damon doesn't need to like it," Kaelen said, his voice hardening slightly. "I'm offering you an opportunity, Elara. A chance to get away, even for a little while. Come with me."

He extended a hand, his eyes holding a plea, an invitation she found impossible to resist. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her belly, but the desire, the desperate need to escape, to feel seen and valued, was stronger. Swallowing her fear, she placed her hand in his. His grip was warm, strong, reassuring.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Somewhere safe," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "Somewhere you can relax and be yourself."

He led her to the lead car, opening the door for her with a courtly bow. The interior was luxurious, all soft leather and polished wood. As she settled into the plush seat, she glanced back at the pack house. Faces stared back, a mixture of curiosity, envy, and disapproval. She quickly turned away, focusing on Kaelen as he slid in beside her. He gave a nod to the driver, and the convoy purred into motion, leaving the pack house and her old life behind.

The drive was silent, but not uncomfortable. Kaelen didn't press her to talk, simply sat beside her, his presence a comforting weight. As they left the familiar territory of the pack lands, Elara felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. She was stepping into the unknown, into a world she had only dreamed of.

Finally, the cars turned onto a long, winding driveway, lined with perfectly manicured gardens. At the end of the drive, imposing and majestic, stood a palace. Not the cold, austere castle she had gotten the chance to attend a Ball in, a few days ago, but a warm, inviting structure, bathed in sunlight.

"Welcome to my home, Elara," Kaelen said, his voice soft. "You're safe here."

He led her through the grand entrance hall, past portraits of stern-faced ancestors, and into a more private wing of the palace. He stopped before a set of double doors, intricately carved with floral designs.

"These are my personal quarters," he explained. "They're... less formal than the rest of the palace. I hope you'll be comfortable here."

He pushed open the doors, revealing a spacious suite, decorated in calming shades of blue and grey. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the plush furnishings and the delicate artwork on the walls. It was a world away from the cramped, sparsely furnished room she shared with Damon.

"Kaelen, this is..." she trailed off, overwhelmed. "It's beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it," he said, his eyes searching hers. "I want you to relax, Elara. Let go of your worries, even if just for a little while. Let me take care of you."

He gestured towards a comfortable-looking chaise lounge near the window. "Sit. Rest. I'll have some tea brought in."

As she sat down, she couldn't help but notice the way Kaelen moved around the room, his presence filling the space. He was so different from Damon, so attentive, so respectful. It was intoxicating.

A servant arrived with a tray of tea and delicate pastries. Kaelen poured her a cup, his hand brushing against hers. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. She took a sip, the fragrant tea calming her nerves.

"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes meeting his.

"You don't need to thank me, Elara," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to do this for you. I want to... know you."

The air crackled with unspoken desire. Elara looked away, her gaze falling on her swollen belly. The twins. They were the only reason she had returned to Damon, the only reason she endured his cruelty.

"I'm married," she whispered, the words a painful reminder of her reality. "And I'm carrying his children."

Kaelen's expression darkened, but only for a moment. He reached out, gently taking her hand.

"I know," he said, his voice soft. "And I respect that. I'm not asking you to leave Damon, not yet. But... I can't deny what I feel for you, Elara. And I can't stand by and watch him mistreat you."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "At least, for now let me be your friend, Elara. Let me be someone you can trust. Let me offer you some respite from the darkness. You didn't offer me any response the previous day but I'm asking you, yet again. Elara, please, will you let me in your life?"

His words were a siren song, promising comfort, affection, and escape. She knew it was dangerous, that she was playing with fire. But the allure was too strong to resist.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Okay, Kaelen."

The prince's eyes lit up. "I won't disappoint you, Elara. But I have to warn you, this is just the beginning. I already sent Damon the contract, I made it so lucrative he has to be occupied for months. I don't want to hurt your feelings but by now, I'm sure he's celebrating his new win, oblivious of how it would change his life forever."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. A forbidden affair with an alpha prince, a cruel mate kept away. This was wrong, she knew it. But, oh, how it felt so right. Elara, pregnant, confused, excited, and scared, found herself stepping into a world of dangerous desires, where the lines between duty and passion blurred, and the consequences could be devastating. The scent of sandalwood filled the air, a prelude to the forbidden dance that was about to begin. Elara closed her eyes, and took her fateful step into the unknown.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze filled with a mixture of longing and despair. "Yesterday, you said I should tell you that I don't feel anything for you, that I should tell you to leave and you would do so and never bother me again...I can't," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Kaelen's eyes darkened with disappointment, but he didn't pull away. "Can't what, Elara?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "Can't tell me to leave? Or can't admit that you want me too?"

Elara's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, that one wrong move could destroy everything. But she couldn't deny the truth any longer. She wanted him, desperately, hopelessly.

"I..." she began, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't tell you to leave."

A slow smile spread across Kaelen's face, a smile that lit up his eyes and warmed her soul. "Then what can you tell me, Elara?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

Elara took a deep breath, summoning all her courage. "I want you too, Kaelen," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I want you more than anything."

And then, finally, their lips met. It was a kiss that was both tender and passionate, a kiss that spoke of longing and desperation, a kiss that sealed their fate.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a moment of forbidden pleasure. Elara knew that this was just the beginning, that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and heartbreak. But in that moment, as she kissed Kaelen, she didn't care. She was finally free, if only for a little while, to embrace the love she had so long denied herself. The storm had arrived and this might have marked the beginning of a very forbidden love affair.

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