Chapter 25

Anelisa 

"How!" He yelped, not breathing or moving and I quietly pulled my hand from my breasts and then adjusted the clothes on me.

He doesn't know which means his brother skipped him out of the plan.

"Now?"

I kept replying like I was unsure of the words but it wasn't up to 10 minutes when I got picked. If only he knew how nervous he was making me feel.

To worsen it, he was standing at the door and I could just push him to run away but no, I'm still standing.

"And how the fuck did your breasts grow so big, has he fucked you already?"

What! This man is despicable. How does he know the size of my breasts, and why will he say that in a serious discussion?

He's a creep, a pervert, whom I grew furious to swear at.

I crossed my palms around my chest, frowning at him and trying to appear like someone in authority.

"Are you insane? Lurching those eyes at the wife of your brother!" I was annoyed that he'd say that.

Even though I can't feel my pulse any longer, my face has turned pale and sickened.

"Don't you say that!" He warns as we stare at each other in a heated glare, more like a staring competition.

He scoffed and then rubbed his face to be certain of what was happening as I began to move backwards from him until my back slammed on a shelf.

"I don't know what you did to my brother to choose you, but just know this, that match isn't over, I'd make your life more miserable than..."

He was almost completing that line when something fell from my dress.

Don't move.

I swallowed, sweat slick through me as he had paused because things kept dropping from my dress like it was controlled.

We were still staring at each other, but his eyes slowly went low, and I followed his gaze, which rested on some chains that had decided to pose in between us.

Great! Now he'd certainly see a reason to make the masked man hang me.

He furrowed his eyes, definitely wondering where they came from, and just when I intended to move aside, a pair of earrings fell.

His eyes grow wilder as he raises his head to look at me, furious and scheming.

I parted my lips, and the intensity of the situation trapped the sound I intended to make.

But how do I defend myself, not when he's bound to see my end?

"You thief!" He yelled and quickly grabbed my hair; the pain he caused made my head throb.

My hands reached out for his hair, too, which I dragged.

"Wait until Alaric finds out, he'd feed you to yaza"

Not the weirdest name again. I can tell he's referring to the dragons and who fucking names them?

As we pulled each other's hair, the accessories were falling out and he let out a gasp, raged.

My body was raining jewelry, and to cover up my embarrassment, I broke into a fight with him.

"I'm preserving them!" I barked as we staggered back and forth, our shoes stepping on the items that kept falling from beneath my breasts.

"What? In your breasts, that's if you have any"

He's so blunt, making me abashed and stupid. His words made me slap him on the face, and I felt his fist connect to my nose.

For seconds, I saw stars, almost releasing his hair, but I swallowed the pain and tightened my grip.

I should have worn a tighter gown if I knew I'd encounter this blonde.

We were yelling and struggling from each other's grip when suddenly, my hand pulled something from his head.

This blonde unhandled me as he gasped at me, staggering back. I swallowed as I felt my hand holding something fluffy.

And why is he suddenly bald? Now I can see his eyes, they're hazel, a fine pair of eyes that's enthralling but he has no hair?

He was just shaking his head, so startled to talk or move. It's like his soul had left him.

His hand reached for a shirt which he was suddenly folding while his eyes stared at me in disbelief.

It's like he was disappointed or just afraid of something.

"What have you done?" He cried in disgust, but there was embarrassment on his face.

Weirdly, I didn't react to his look except for the fact that I was trying so hard not to laugh at his baldness.

I slowly glanced at my hand only to realize that I was holding his hair!

"Arghh!" I screamed, ditching it on the floor and freaking out.

"You just took my life!" He shoots with so much pain, like he'd cry, and I kept pointing at the wig, which he used as his hair.

"I never intended to, you came to attack me in my husband's room"

"Don't you fucking call him yours, he's my brother, you don't own him!" He protested, tying his head with the shirt in his hand.

Now he looks more like the travelers of the east and anything he puts on that head still makes him look outstanding.

"He chose me!" I suddenly defended, wanting a fight as I clenched my fists, annoying him the most.

"You're a thief, you stole him, stole my hair, stole his accessories, and now, you might steal the throne from him"

"I'm planning on doing that last one!" I added and almost immediately, he jumped at me and we began to throw punches.

My fingers scratched his face, and he pulled my hair, letting out his fang to bite me on the arm, but I was swift to push him away.

"I'm saving my brother from you!" He yelps as I use my foot to pull him off from me.

We were turning this closet into a mess, but didn't mind. I didn't let him try using his strength on me as I was equally worthy.

Though we were rolling on each other now, slamming our bodies on shelves and drawers until I got on him, this time, we were by the door.

Our eyes locked on each other as we breathed hard, his arms were around my waist, and his lips parted.

It's like we were drinking every feature on our face, exchanging breath and even our body fluids had tasted each other's skin.

For a moment, our brain cells weren't functioning as his eyes lowered on my lips, then slowly settled on my breasts that he just insulted.