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
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
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
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
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
AlastairI fastened my gold watch around my wrist with a soft sigh, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Chelsea and her request. "I will send Ryle... my Secretary to you. Tell him what you need. He will bring them." The words slipped from my lips before I could fully process them. It was an unusual response for me, especially considering my tendency to dismiss such requests without a second thought. And above that, her memories of Lucian were related to that village.Her silence after my offer prompted me to meet her gaze in the mirror. Her chin was lowered, her fingers nervously playing with the fabric of her gown. The uncertainty in her eyes spoke volumes, and it was clear that she had something more on her mind."Ask," I prompted, inviting her to voice whatever was troubling her.She looked up, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror as she spoke. “Yesterday, you said that that day I was desperate for company. You didn't say what I did.” Her voice was soft, hesitant."You did not
AlastairAttempting to suppress the amusement, I slid my hands into my pockets, my lips twitching ever so slightly. "I have no problem with that." The corner of my mouth curled into a small smirk as I observed Chelsea's reaction. Ms. Beth was known for her unwavering determination to assist whenever I needed it, and her offer to Chelsea seemed genuine.“I am getting late.” I stated, my tone neutral. It was true—I had no objections to her tying my tie. If anything, her unease brought an element of entertainment to the situation.Chelsea's expression remained devoid of color as her gaze shifted between Ms. Beth and me. The uncertainty in her eyes was palpable, and I couldn't help but relish her unease.Her protest came quickly, her words masked by a tight grin. "I don't know how to..."Before she could finish her sentence, I interrupted her with a wicked grin. "Well, I can teach you that... of course, if you want." My tone was laced with a hint of mischief, a challenge and I was fully aw
ChelseaI turned my head upward with the tiniest hint of a smile. When he smiled back, it caused my heart to start racing at its most rapid rate. Damn it! The grumpy Prince was smiling. I hadn't seen him smile like this until now. My eyes widened, and at that precise instant, our faces were so close to each other that I could feel his breath blowing against my face."Ahm!"To the interruption of Ms. Beth's deliberate coughs, both of us lunged away from each other. I rolled my eyes while Alastair moved back to the dressing table and once again, fixed his hair, unnecessarily.Ms. Beth couldn't stop herself from guffawing. "Would you like me to leave?"He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his handkerchief before stuffing it into one of the pockets of his jacket while shaking his head. "No. It is necessary for you to be here. Otherwise, she won't even touch the food."My brows furrowed. My head was spinning from the realization that he had been correct the whole time. We had barel