3. Chelsea

Chelsea

Whore…

It was heartbreaking when Lucian had said it but hearing it again from Alastair was disgusting. Just the way he uttered the word, it provoked a fury that began to uncoil in my mind like tendrils of smoke.

"I don't accept this fate. I won't accept you," I declared, controlling my boiling nerves.

There was no way in hell that the Prince came all this way just to claim me. His arrival was plain ridiculous. Now, he wanted me to accept him? That was even more ridiculous. Perhaps, this was a source of entertainment for him but that didn't mean I would allow it to continue. Not when I had already been used once. Not when Lucian made it clear enough that I was nothing but his plaything. I wouldn't be anyone else's plaything ever again.

"You can't reject me either." Alastair challenged, still kneeling before me.

The most ridiculous thing was that this man was so certain I wouldn't be able to reject the Prince. Well, if that was what he thought, he was utterly mistaken.

Letting out a harsh chuckle, she earned the chance to disenchant the Prince and began reciting, "I, Chelsea Cadeel, the only daughter of Warrior Albert of Blue Moon Pack... reject..."

Gasps filled every inch of the room as Alastair put his finger on my lips. “If you dare to utter the next words, I'm afraid you will regret it."

I shivered. Was it cold? Or was it his touch? Both. Well, it's probably, his dangerously darkened stare too. He seemed genuinely pissed off and after seeing him so rattled, I couldn't deny the surge of pleasure that flooded my mind. Later, I might regret it like he said but—at least for now—it was pleasing enough.

“What will you do? Kill me?" I managed to ask, attempting to swallow the festering ball of sarcasm that was about to bubble over into my voice.

A look of thunder clouded his chiseled features.

"I never said that I would." He then stood up and tilted his head to a guard. "And... what's his name again?"

"Warrior Albert," the guard answered.

Alastair nodded as his hooded eyes gazed down at her. "Yeah, Warrior Albert is now my prisoner. Didn't you say he is your father?"

My stomach churned as I launched to my feet. The despair against my chest was too much. Yet, I tried to control myself. "What did you do to him?" My voice came weaker.

Alastair lifted a quizzical brow. "I also have a woman named, Kathy, in custody. Isn't she your mother?"

My senses whirled. This bastard had everything planned out before coming here.

"What the... what do you want?! Please, tell me." I didn't realize I was sobbing. It was too much.

Facing me, Alastair put his hand on my cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. I hate his touch. I hate how my body reacts to these gestures. And I hate that my body didn't even have the strength to slap his hand away.

"Will... will you really stop if I accept you?"

I hated myself too for crying like this. I really was a useless dumbass.

He shook his head and once again continued to wipe my tears away as if he cared. Oh, fucker, stop it already.

"It's not like your statement of rejection or acceptance matters to me. There's something more that I want. Do you want to know?"

I nodded desperately. A whole minute later, he inhaled a deep breath. "You."

I felt my knees turn to mush at his assertion.

"I want you."

When he repeated his statement, I almost collapsed on the floor. But somehow, I managed not to fall. Clenching my hands, I sucked in a shaky breath.

I lowered my head and it took a lot of effort to not flinch as I said, "You are not being serious."

This man, who currently was responsible for my miseries, said that he wants me? What a joke. Even the koala who couldn't laugh would die laughing too much.

"I don't joke."

He just threw me into a pool of turmoil. However, I tried to study his face. He looked the same; dangerous, stern, and expressionless—further clarifying that he wasn't joking.

"You will set my parents free if I agree?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Of course. It's a fair deal."

His lips quirked up, however, the smile vanished in an instant. I saw it wrong. Of course. Definitely. This Prince never smiles. But I wondered why.

Why am I even thinking about him?

I shook my head fiercely. This was not the time! He could rot in hell for all I care. At the moment, I just needed my parents to be safe. No matter what it took.

"Just me, right?"

"Just you."

"For how long?"

"You think my feelings are fleeting?" he said, stressing the words.

He was mocking the word called feelings. He didn't even know me. Above everything, everyone knew this Prince was indifferent, emotionless. Of course, he was mocking me. Fuck him. Fuck his feelings. Please.

I didn't say any of these. I can't push my parents to dangers. My life means nothing, but theirs do.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my back and spent a few more seconds lamenting my freedom. "I am yours."

With a look of appreciation, Alastair held me to his side. In one swift movement, we swirled around to face Lucian. He was still moaning in pain on the floor. Guilt was what I felt for a moment but then, it was gone.

"Now, shits like him don't deserve to exist."

As soon as those words were emitted out of the Prince's mouth, the guard—who was still holding the dagger—came behind Lucian and jerked him up to his feet.

Before I could blink, the guard plunged the blade into Lucian's back until the tip could be seen poking out his stomach. Blood flowed from the wound, making splashing sounds as it hit the floor. Whatever color remained in my face drained as my legs went numb.

Regardless of Alastair's tight grip on my wrist, I felt the need to run to him. Lucian was dying. While it was true that he had betrayed me, he had been a part of me. Letting him die like this was the last thing that I wanted. But how could I save him? How could I help him? I was only a vulnerable omega.

Having no other alternative, I shook Alastair's arm and pleaded, "S–save him. Please."

"No one can save him now."

Without another word, he dragged me out of the house and forcefully, shoved me inside of the car that was parked haphazardly in the yard.

"Let's go back."

Heeding the Prince's order after he hopped inside, the driver started the engine and the car slowly moved forward. I didn't know where he was taking me to. I didn't know what he was going to do with me. I didn't know anything. I couldn't even think properly. My brain just kept on replaying Lucian's face as he was stabbed right in front of my eyes. He was so scared when the dagger had punctured his body. It was just as terrifying and so painful for me to even remember. Above that, Alastair proclaimed my alpha dead.

A great tremor began to take over my body and I was even more stunned when I looked over at the man beside me. He didn't look like he had just tortured and killed someone. Alastair was the picture of serenity as he looked out of his window.

"W–why wouldn't you spare his life? I had already agreed to be yours."

"You said you agreed to be mine. Hence, you should start working on us and stop thinking about the trash we left in a garbage can." replied Alastair flatly.

“I–I...”

His sharp sigh stopped me from uttering another word. “You have a sweet voice, I swear. I can hear it for hours. But if the topic is about someone or something I despise, please restrain yourself from speaking.” His darkened gaze was fixed at the front while mine scanned him with so many things, so many thoughts. “I don't want to waste energy on my stupid wrath.” he stated as he leaned his head back onto the headrest and closed his eyes.

I didn't tear my gaze away from him as a wave of hysteria washed over me. If I truly wanted to murder anyone on earth at this moment, it was him.