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The Lust Cursed Luna 41. Chelsea
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
The Lust Cursed Luna 42. Chelsea
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
The Lust Cursed Luna 43. Alastair
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
The Lust Cursed Luna 44. Alastair
Alastair“Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone.Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from the sheer frustration."I tilted my head, processing the severity of the situation. "For her needs, I am enough," I asserted, my voice firm as I acknowledged the depths of my bond with Chelsea. "You've been helpful. Thank you."Ryle's chuckle filled the room, and I watched as Julia's eyes darkened ev
The Lust Cursed Luna 45. Alastair
AlastairHer vulnerability, once a source of power, had become her undoing. I watched as she squirmed, the realization of her helplessness sinking in. Before she could react anymore, I closed the distance between us, my eyes fixed on her as her fear intensified. She attempted to back away, but the power of my aura had her immobilized. Her magic was rendered useless in the face of my strength.Julia gasped when my sharp claws emerged, and I lunged forward, pinning her to the ground with a feral growl. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as my body underwent a transformation, the muscles and bones shifting to accommodate the form of a wolf. I had embraced my primal nature, my humanity giving way to the beast within.She squirmed beneath me, her panic mounting as her magic was rendered impotent. Her attempts to resist were futile, her voice silenced by fear. With one swift motion, I leaped onto her, my claws digging into her chest as I ripped her heart out. The life drained from h
The Lust Cursed Luna 46. Chelsea
ChelseaI pulled myself up on the plush mattress of the bed, my body protesting against leaving the warmth of the covers behind. With my eyes still closed, I stretched my neck, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to me. The morning light filtered through the curtains, but I had no enthusiasm to welcome it.My mind replayed the events of the past day, the source of my current frustration. Everything had happened because of that arrogant Prince, Alastair. If he could control his hormones for once, maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this mess, feeling sick and embarrassed.Leaning back against the headrest, I let out a quiet groan. "Ah! This is making me sick." The ache in my shoulders reminded me of the awkward position I had slept in. I winced as I carefully squeezed the painful bones with one hand. "God! Must someone have sex every night?"A calm voice responded, a voice that was very familiar and yet, it felt like an echo from my thoughts. "For someone who has insomnia
The Lust Cursed Luna 47. Alastair
AlastairI watched as the colors drained from Chelsea's face, her expression a mix of fear and shock. It puzzled me—I couldn't fathom what had caused such a reaction. Was my presence frightening to her? Did my words come across as creepy? I found myself grasping for answers that eluded me."Y-your Highness. W-what am I doing here? On... on your bed?" Her voice quivered, and she averted her gaze, looking anywhere but at me. The tension in the room was palpable, and I sensed her unease. I had unwittingly put her in a difficult position, and I struggled to understand why.I exhaled softly and turned my attention back to the laptop screen in front of me. "Sleep, Chelsea," I replied, my tone low and steady. The way her name sounded on my lips—more intimate than before—didn't escape my notice. It was a name I hadn't paid much attention to until now, and the way it rolled off my tongue sent a shiver down my spine.She shifted slightly, clearly trying to maintain her composure. "I should go ba
The Lust Cursed Luna 48. Chelsea
ChelseaThe silken curtains in the room filtered the morning light, casting a warm glow that gently illuminated the space. The melodic chirping of birds outside the window slowly nudged me awake, coaxing me to give up on sleep and greet the new day. With a yawn and a stretch, I moved towards the window, pulling aside the curtains to reveal the world outside.Relief washed over me as I realized that Alastair wasn't present in the room. It seemed that he had other responsibilities to attend to or perhaps he was an early riser. My gaze lingered on the horizon, wondering about his daily routine and how he managed his responsibilities as a Prince. His life was undoubtedly a stark contrast to mine, beginning in a modest house by the sea, with two cramped rooms and parents who were distant at best.A pang of melancholy tugged at my heart as memories resurfaced—parents who never truly cared, a home that often felt empty, like a shell without purpose. It was a story of neglect and longing, a na
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