Chapter 8

Belle's POV

But what she doesn't expect however, are his next words..

"On who's authority are you carrying out this order?" Darian's eyes are sharp. "Why are you sending her away?"

Her eyes widen, heartbeat loud in her own ears. Was the prince really...defending her?

The chamberlain is still coughing loudly, trying to shift away from Darian's pheromones. "I-I'm sorry, My lord. She was being disruptive, and I didn't want to bother you with the details."

His anger is not at all soothed, and the smell is still so strong.

His voice is thunderous, echoing through the vast hallway.

"I asked you who gave you the right!?"

Belle for the first time since, finally sneaks a peek at the alpha Prince. His green eyes are now... they're now slowly turning into a shade of deep red, and his face folded in a scowl that seems inhumane.

She should be scared. Anyone would be. Heck, even the other maidens have slowly huddled in one corner, a distance away.

But she doesn't move.

She can't.

Because this man...there's something about him. His eyes, the sheer power emanating from him, it pulls her in.

She can't move away. Instead she's standing there wide eyes, staring at him like he was something unreal.

The chamberlain is still frantically apologizing, so are the guards that were about to drag her away, pleading for their lives before the Alpha prince who remains unmoved.

The commotion this time grasps the attention of the queen, who till now had been trying to keep the other guests at bay inside the hall.

She descends from her royal seat made of gold, with handles shaped like a python, that has diamonds as eyes...making her way towards the doors.

It slams open, her Alpha presence also filling the space as her personal maidens run behind her, adjusting the hem of her long flowing black coat so it doesn't catch on anything.

All the staff instantly bow, so Belle does the same, confused but already connecting the dots when she sees the uncanny resemblance between the Prince and this woman.

Her eyes are are calmer shade of green, pale skin and black long hair that's packed into an intricate bun, her frame regal and intimidating.

But the smell of her anger doesn't match Darian's. Not even close.

It was like a lantern flame compared to the hot blazing sun. As barely few minutes standing there, Darian's scent still envelops her own.

She cocks a brow, an angry expression that only a Queen could make and still look breathless in.

"What's going on, Darian? What's all the distruption about?" She turns to look at the maids still standing closely with lowered eyes.

"We have guests!" She adds, voice louder now, exasperation seeping through her resolve.

This is when she finally turns to face Darian, who's still still, glaring at the two guards who are too scared for their lives to move, shaking like leaves.

She squeezes his arm lightly, and when he turns to face her, her eyes widen when she sees his state, catching the blood shot eyes.

Queen Skyler shifts back slowly, one step at a time until there's a reasonable distance between her and Darian who doesn't seem to be hearing a word she says.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she turns to one of the maiden's behind her, ordering quickly for David to be brought.

Then she looks back at the servants, her regal mask slipping back on, as if they all didn't just watch her panic.

"Who dared to anger the Prince of Moonveil??!"

Darian's POV.

Darian has a secret.

One his family spent years and years trying to hide. Trying to teach him to control.

Numerous tutors, numerous years of training, years of restraint.

And now, it is all undone in one minute.

Because of one woman.

Darian is...a pure blooded alpha. A powerful one, one that no one could fully assimilate how powerful he really is.

Yes, he is an Alpha, with the signature green eyes all the Alphas in their lineage seemed to have.

But at birth, his eyes were red.

He has a connection with one of the first line of wolves, an older Alpha wolf, one that gave him raw unbridled power that supersedes years and years of passed down Alpha genes.

He is as strong as the first sets of werewolf when the Goddess of the moon first bestowed them with powers.

And till now, no one knew the height of his true abilities.

All except David.. his cousin and best friend.

The only one Darian had trusted enough to show what he could really do.

So the best the royal family could do was teach him to contain it. And so far it had worked.

Whenever he got angry, the Alpha Prince only released his pheromones; which alone is enough to drown out the scent of every other Alpha around him.

But this, letting the inner one out, it was extremely rare.

And this is why Queen Skyler is worrying so much, demanding to know who made the King-to-be this upset, while they wait for David to come.

Darian on the other hand is still seething.

He's never felt such strong bone-burning rage before over something so small.

But his wolf is angry.

His body restless, waves of angry pheromones flooding out of him uncontrollably.

He is fighting the urge to turn.

His wolf wants her all to himself.

Possessive, but unapologetically so.

It hated that other people had put his hand on her. Hated that they'd tried to punish her, push her away.

Who did they think they were??!

Only HE could punish her. Only HE could threaten her.

Only he, only HE can touch her skin.

She belongs to him!

All his.

Darian can see her face through the haze of his rage. The fear, the way her eyes widens, her jaws slack.

But underneath that, he can see the want. The pull. The curiosity behind her gaze.

He also notices how she's standing alone. The other maidens hurdled together in one corner, while she stood alone in the middle of the hallway, facing his rage alone.

It does something to him.

Just then, a loud set of hurried footsteps slices through the moment.

"Move! Move aside!"

David bursts out from behind the doors, breath slightly heavy. He'd been handling the guests, helping keep them at bay before the Queen's message had came through.

He knew instantly, that something was wrong.

He bows at her slight, before his eyes land on Darian.

His eyes go wide, oh no, oh no..

He goes closer, grabbing his arm. "Darian, Darian, can you hear me?"

Darian doesn't move, gaze still pinned on one spot.

On her.

And when David follows his gaze, he finally sees the woman that seems to be driving his cousin mad.