The Alpha's Bride: Love, Hate and Desire

There was only silence as we stared at each other. Alpha Axel sat across me never once breaking eye contact. His attire for today was not so complicated as every other day. It was a simple big shirt and a dark pair of pants. His brown hair was also left untouched and his hazel brown eyes sat perfectly on his face. Staring at him like this sometimes felt like looking into a mirror. I could see all the features I inherited from him. The only difference was that he was older and I was younger. I also developed the habit of reading his emotions through his facial expressions. Which was exactly what I was doing now. As much as he tried to hide his true emotions; I could see right through him. He was nervous. Which felt strange since my father was not someone to be nervous about. He ordered out his wishes and they got fulfilled. “Have a drink, Xavier,” he broke the silence with his thick voice. He gestured at the glass of wine that was placed on the coffee table between us. It was red

I gritted my teeth in anger as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The princess had struck again. Wasn't it enough that her parents were the ones to inherit the throne? Wasn't it enough that she got to live the luxury that I was supposed to live? Now she had gotten herself another luxury. She was to marry the Prince of the North! I violently pushed every beauty products and jewelry that were on my table with my right hand and they all went crashing into the ground. My anger did not subside. It only intensified. My body vibrated with every intake of breath. My eyes had switched from blue to orange. I felt a strong emotion burning in my throat and it took every ounce of power from me to stop myself from waltzing into Ariel's room and bashing her to death myself! "What a crybaby she is! She would have ended up with her useless and lowlife warrior boyfriend. He is a peasant for all I care and I was happy about that. At least, she did not get to have a perfect lover but no! Everyt

My smile was sharp enough to cut down a tree but inside, my wolf simmered in anger. I knew that if I wanted to keep Xavier for myself, I needed to act fast and smart. It was a good thing Ariel was not interested in him but honestly, her input didn't matter, he was going to be mine and her parents had decided and it would be so. If she was being honest with herself, this was a losing battle, thank the heavens that she was delusional as well. My face scrunched with temporary disgust as my sights washed over her, how could a crown princess have the hots for a rat... A mere warrior. I'm glad she was tasteless, at least I could be the one with the better taste out of both of us. That was a weight I could bear. “Ariel dear, I feel so bad for you and Asher. I mean, I always thought you looked good together.” My stomach rumbled with the delicious lie, of course, they looked good together. They needed to... She sighed. “What can I do to make him hate me?” she asked. Sometimes, she wa

Bile rose behind my throat, I thought I might vomit. The maid stared innocently at me. The idiot did not know what she had just done. I felt the overwhelming urge to slap her across the face but Xavier was here right now and convincing him was the most important thing. “You can go. Tell her I will be there shortly.” I whispered furiously to the maid. Thankfully, she took the hint and hurried away. I turned to Xavier. His face held serious confusion. I realized at that moment that no amount of explanation would make him understand me. “My prince, I can explain.” I breathed out for the second time. A million thoughts ran through my head. I did not expect him to forgive me that easily but what if he decided to take action against me for my deception? Did he hate me now? I could not allow that. “What was that about? Why did she call you Roseline and why did she ask you to meet with Princess Ariel when you are she? My father never mentioned that the princess had a twin sister.” He sai

I clenched and unclenched my fist for the umpteenth time. I stared at Roseline's face. It held a mixture of guilt and concern. I wondered where all this left her. Was she torn between the princess and me? I should not care about her but I found myself wondering how she was doing. "I'm sorry for her behavior. She might come off as rude but–" I held out my hand to stop her. I did not care to hear excuses for the princess' unbecoming attitude. If I thought about it, did I have high hopes for a princess who could bully her cousin into pretending to be her? "I'll take my leave now," I said. Her mouth dropped open at my coldness but I ignored her and walked away. By the time I found my way to the gigantic dining hall, the table was already packed full of platters and platters of food, drinks, and meat. The princess' parents arrived just when I did and cast quizzical looks at me for being alone. I had to restrain myself from asking why they were so surprised when they knew how bratty the