Chapter 4

Her eyes widen as she looks better through the crack, then a breathy groan follows. And what she sees shoots a lick of heat up her spine.

She doesn't mean to watch, but it's... She can't pull her eyes away.

It's a sight.

The Alpha prince's head is thrown back, one hand dangling over the edge of the marble, while his other hands works his cock.

He is groaning loudly, eyes shut tightly, lost in whatever fantasy as he touched himself.

And the Prince is.. God he is so big. Just how could he even fit that into anybody?

Because Belle had read about Alphas before in books... they were known to be big...but this was..this was crazy.

She watches his hand tighten around it, thumbing the slit, his hips lifting into his hand as he chases the high like he can't help himself.

The Prince's groans are low and primal, filling the room as his hands worked even faster, muttering curses under his breath.

And the sounds he makes... her knees almost buckle.

"Shit.. ah." He squeezes his eyes shut, the water rippling around his waist with every hand movement.

Belle knows she should leave, she's invading his privacy.. after all, whatever snacks she was to deliver could wait.

But something about the sounds he was making, the scent of him, the way his muscles ripped with each movement of his hand, it kept her frozen in place.

But just as she finally forces her legs to move, ready to leave, the tray hits the wall hard, falling unto the ground with a loud clang.

She holds her breath when she hears the water ripple...she is going to be killed for good now.

There was no escaping it now.

She is still crouching, trying to salvage what she could from the snacks when the door slams open.

She pins her eyes to the floor, avoiding looking at him even as her ears turned pink from the embarrassment. His smell is calmer now, but it has an edge of arousal to it.

It's addictive, and she suddenly has the urge to drown herself in his scent... like something is pulling her to him.

But the shame forces her to stay on her knees,

She gets her throat to work, "I-I'm sorry. I just came to deliver these sweets from the kitchen but I slipped and.."

She dares to look up at him, finally, but instead of rage...he looked slightly amused.

His brow is cocked, the side of his lips lifting slighty.

"So, apart from sneaking into my bath, you've also taken voyeurism as a hobby." He stares at her. "Are there anymore surprises I should know about...?"

The panic starts to flare in her chest, so the prince had seen her? Gods, she was really done for this time...

She would for sure be killed. And this time be sent down another thousand of years... probably during the dinosaur era.

Probably,

"But I wasn't l-looking..." she tries to lie.

His scent begins to flare as soon as the words left her mouth, the arousal dissipating and anger replaces it instead.

He grabs her chin harshly, forcing her gaze up to meet his. And in that moment, she realizes that his erection had not fully subsided, and she had probably interrupted his 'little session'

She shivers, forcing her gaze to meet his knowing eyes. Their gaze stays locked, his thumb drawing rough circles into her chin.

"You dare lie to me? Do you not fear death?!"

Belle lowers her eyes. "I'm sorry my lord. I really didn't mean to.."

His gaze sweeps down her face, to the small mole just close to her hairline. He had to admit, she is really pretty... one of the most attractive women he's seen in his court.

"What's your name?" He questions, voice hoarse.

"Be-Isabella." She answered quickly, hoping he doesn't catch the almost mistake.

He does....but he doesn't acknowledge it.

"Isabella.." he repeats, and Belle shudders from the way her name rolls of his tongue.

His fingers caresses the mole now, and for a moment she allowed herself lean into the touch.

Before she found Anne and James together in bed some weeks ago, James had avoided touching her, claiming that he had been down.

Now she knew why... He'd been cheating on her with her best friend behind her back for weeks.

The betrayal still stung anytime she thought about it, and maybe that's why she allowed herself to freely enjoy another man's caress.

The delicate moment is however fractured when he moves back harshly, the cold Alpha gaze returning as his green eyes settles on her light brown ones.

He turns his back to her, voice cold. "If I ever catch you watching me like that again, I'll cut your eyes out."

Belle swallows thickly at the sudden switch. "Y-yes my Lord, I'm so sorry, it was genuinely unintentional."

"Pick that up." He commands, referring to the scattered homemade sweets on the floor.

She doesn't need to be told twice.

She quickly picks every piece up, arranging them on the tray clumsily.

At home she had servants attending to her, now this...

"Tell the quarters I'm ready now." He instructs again. "And stay out of my sight until you learn to do your job properly."

"I-" she pauses, maybe this is for the best. If she stays out of the Prince's face for a few days, the steam should blow off enough for her to sneak back into the bath.

She could maybe have another chance at going back home..?

She swallows down whatever protest was brewing over not seeing the handsome Lord for a few days.

"Y-yes, my lord."