Alastair “What's yours?” What's mine? Why was I fighting? Why was I not giving up? Why was I devoting my entire life just to rule this kingdom? His inquiry indeed provoked every bone that comprised my skull. I had the answer, yet I had no idea if it was reasonable enough or not. For me it was. To be exact, it was more valid than anything I had ever known but for others, it might not be. “A promise.” I spoke. “A promise?” he asked. I nodded. “I am not sure what—” Rhett and I halted our conversation, our ears pricked up to the noise that was rapidly escalating above us in the ceiling. Someone was pacing erratically on the first floor, her voice echoing through the dining hall situated directly overhead of our position in the cellar. "Shut the fuck up," she spat at someone else with a venomous tone. Both of us, Rhett and I, were perplexed since the feminine tone was strikingly familiar. “I told you to shut up.” Another warning was issued by the voice. “Lara?” Beside me, Rhett
ChelseaHis gaze had bored into mine, then dropped to scan my lips. The firm line of his mouth gradually set loose as his dark eyes screamed the power of his existence that would be able to devour my little parts of body wholly.However, Instead of letting this temptation consume me, I cleared my throat. “May I leave, Your Highness?” I was hellbent on leaving this hellhole. But he flung my wish to the waste with a shake of his head. Then he approached me, his slow steps closing the distance between us.Beside me, Princess Lara scowled. She showed no shame in unraveling the mask of envy she wore. If I were in her place, I would have been dead embarrassed.“No.” He said.But of course, I didn't give a damn about his opinion. I suffered from enough just because of doing what he wanted me to do until now.“Thank you.” Displaying that much of my gratitude, I pulled the hem of my skirt and turned away to leave.“Chelsea.”I heard him calling my name and the gasps of the other two individuals
ChelseaThe night had fell. However Lilith was still not back. The guards failed to find her. There was no trace of her in any CCTV as if she just vanished into thin air. I wondered if it was Alastair who did it If he took her, what would he be doing with her? And if it's not him, it had to be Reagan. Both meant threats to her existence.I was in front of the bow room. Ms. Kyle was inside to deal with something. As much as loved following her, today I was eager to go back to my room. I was neither ready to face Alastair nor Princess Lara. She hadn't left yet. I guessed she wouldn't until she got what she wanted.Earlier, I saw her entering the study. I wondered if Alastair was inside. I hated thinking about him. But lately, I discovered that I just couldn't help it. He was always in my mind.Taking a deep breath, I tried to clear my messed up mind. But all of a sudden, a scent emanated from my body, triggering my nasal passages. I had no idea if it was good or bad. I couldn't smell it
ChelseaKai led me into the vast hall and showed me the portraits of former royalties that adorned the walls.Alastair's father had died a long time ago. Not only his father but also all the relatives from his father's side. The underlying reasons were known to none. There was a rumor that they went to war with vampires and never came back.However, when it happened, Alastair was only seventeen years old, and because there was no one from his side to ascend the throne, the Queen was forced to take up the role. “It's dramatic, right?” Kai said as he directed me through the Palace's art gallery.It was tremendous in size and was extremely shiny. The walls were covered in a variety of paintings and sketches. Kai said most of the arts belong to Reagan.The level of perfection that his artworks carried stunned me. Every single line and color was executed with such great precision. I discovered a bookcase in one of the room's nooks that contained a jumbled assortment of papers stacked insid
AlastairThe surprised look on her face that implied she was glad and the way she held me so comfortably without fear were something that quivered my damned heart. And that scared me so damn much.Yet, regaining my composure, I responded to her, “I promised her a good fuck. Not to good-fuck her. There were some other guys in the study.” She deserved an explanation. She was my mate. She was here for me.Hearing what I had said, she narrowed her gaze. “Guys?” Of course, she wasn't expecting that.I nodded as I emphasized my words, “Yeah, GUYS.”When I said, Lena was crazy. I meant she was crazy in all aspects of life. She had always wanted me, but never in a romantic way. She wanted me because I was the one who discovered her feral fantasies and that she was a sex freak. To be exact, a few years back, I just caught her red-handed, at a party, with two guys. Then again, at another party, with two girls. Threesome, foursome, gangbang—were just her things. I never gave a damn about it. In
ChelseaThe next day wasn't any special. Most of the time, I helped Kai in the medical wing. He was so busy with a patient. This man really turned into the most serious doctor whenever it came to his job. In the evening, I stayed with Ms. Beth in the grand hall. She had been commanding the staff to decorate it flawlessly. I heard there would be a party, so I didn't ask her anything.“Your Majesty is here.” Someone announced.The first thing Ms. Beth did was to stand in front of me, concealing my presence behind her. “You shouldn't let her see you.” She warned me.Shortly, The Queen Regent, Vanessa Callisto entered the hall and everyone bowed to her. So did I.However, I stayed where I was. Ms. Beth definitely had her reasons. I remembered Alastair said she was dangerous enough to shoot me.“How’s it going?” I heard Vanessa spoke to Ms. Beth.Though I had no intention of confronting the Queen regent, her strong voice compelled me to sneak a glance. I mean it wouldn't harm.The next seco
ChelseaI stood outside his door, holding the coffee mug in my trembling hand, my heart racing as I battled the conflicting emotions swirling within me. It took me a long moment to gather the courage to finally raise my hand and knock on the door, hoping that my heartbeat wasn't loud enough for him to hear. The anticipation of his response felt like an eternity, and when no answer came, I decided to try again, my hand hovering in the air, ready to tap on the wood.Just as I was about to make contact, the door swung open without warning, causing me to jerk back in surprise. And there he stood, Alastair, his dark hair still glistening from what appeared to be a recent shower. His blue shirt hung loosely on his frame, the buttons not fully done, revealing just enough of his chest to make my heart skip a beat. His tired eyes locked onto mine, lazily tracing the path of my hand frozen in mid-air, a hand that had been poised to knock moments ago.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met hi
AlastairClosing the door behind me, I turned to face Ryle, who wore an expression of disbelief mixed with curiosity. "Woman, your highness?" he questioned, his tone laden with amusement.I stuffed my hands into my pockets, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A slave, to be exact," I replied, my words dripping with mischief.Ryle's smile grew as he shifted his focus to the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away relentlessly. "It's time, your highness," he remarked, his voice a low murmur. "We can do it in my room, or..."The offer hung in the air, but I shook my head firmly, my resolve unwavering. "No," I asserted, retrieving a water bottle from the nightstand and tossing it to Ryle. It was the same bottle I had offered to Chelsea in the car. "I want it done here. Summon her to my bedroom."Ryle caught the bottle deftly, examining it closely before raising an eyebrow at me. "In your bedroom?" he inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his tone.I nodded, my lips curling into