ChelseaAs I turned to leave, Alastair's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His grip was firm, and his fingers sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, my gaze meeting his intense blue eyes. There was something different about him now, a vulnerability that I hadn't seen before."Love. Listen to me. I am sorry. I really am." His words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was apologizing for this time. It was a rare occurrence to hear an apology from him, considering his usual arrogance."What did you do again?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and caution in my tone.He hesitated, his lips parting as if he wanted to speak but then thought better of it. Frustration flickered across his face before he shook his head. "Go... and wash your face." His abrupt change of topic left me bewildered, but I didn't press for more information.With his hand still on my waist, I ran my other hand through my hair, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. "I think my
AlastairI watched the sun light filtering through the curtains, the gentle glow casting soft shadows across the room. I sat there, in the rocking chair, my mind wandering through the darkness, thoughts scattering like leaves caught in the wind. Then, I glanced to my side, and my breath caught in my throat. There she was—Chelsea, wrapped in a cocoon of white sheets, strands of her hair framing her face like the brush strokes of a master artist.I finally decided to give up on the idea of sleep. Slowly, I stood up,, my feet touching the cool wooden floor.Moving to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to shake off the grogginess that clung to my senses. After a quick shower, I dressed in a black shirt and dark trousers.As I entered the bedroom again, my gaze was drawn to Chelsea, sleeping soundly on my bed. It was an unfamiliar sight, having someone else in my space, someone who had managed to enter my room and my life in a way no one else had before. She lay there, h
AlastairThe sun cast a warm glow on the courtyard as I wrapped up my conversation with Ryle. The plans for the day were set in motion, and I turned my attention to Alice, who leaned against the stable wall with a yawn. Her yellow gown caught my eye, contrasting against the rustic backdrop of the stable.“I heard you called me,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. With a subtle shift, I leaned against a wooden beam, hands tucked into my jacket pockets. “We are going to patrol the northern wood today,” I explained, watching her closely. "Since you are willing to win the coming battle, thought you would be interested in going to the southernwood."Alice's thoughtful silence hung in the air as she processed my words. The proposition was a challenge, no doubt. She hadn't embarked on patrols through the woods before, while I had years of experience. Eventually, a nod confirmed her decision, and her gaze shifted briefly to Ryle.“The horses are ready,” Ryle's voice interjec
ChelseaGet onto his horse… with him… behind him. Close to him.I gaped at Alastair, his words lingering in the air like a sensual promise. The image of sitting before him on that horse, feeling his strong arms around me as he rode from behind, sent shivers down my spine. It was an illicit fantasy, one I shouldn't be entertaining, especially in this situation. But the flames of desire burned through me, refusing to be extinguished.My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realized the thoughts that were running through my mind. This wasn't the time or place for such feelings. Everything about this situation was complicated and, frankly, quite shitty. But despite my best efforts to push those desires away, they continued to smolder within me.As his scent enveloped me, I couldn't help but inhale deeply. It was a heavy, intoxicating scent that only served to heighten my already turbulent emotions. His voice, when he finally spoke, seemed to caress the deepest, most forbidden parts of my
ChelseaAs I stood there, my heart pounding, staring at the majestic white horse beside me, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness. "So, you're telling me that I can't truly ride if I don't have any experience?" I asked, desperately hoping for a different answer.The rider on the horse, who had initially tried to dissuade me, gave his response, his tone firm yet concerned. "Miss, you are going to lose your balance." He was right, of course. I had no idea how to even mount the horse properly. Besides, the Prince hadn't given any instructions to prepare a horse for me, and attempting to ride without any experience could be risky for both me and the animal.But despite hearing all these explanations, I wasn't about to give up. "I get that. But..." I began, my determination wavering slightly.Before I could finish my sentence, Alastair suddenly appeared beside me, cutting me off, his gaze shifting from me to the horseman. "What the heck is going on around here?" His voic
ChelseaI gasped audibly when I felt Alastair's weight finally settle behind me on the horse. He did it so cautiously, wrapping his strong arms around me, ensuring that I was secure and holding onto the reins that I clutched tightly. It was evident that he wouldn't stand by and watch me suffer any kind of injury.“You should gently press your calves into the horse's flank to encourage her to move forward,” he whispered softly into my ear as we began to ride the horse around the ranch at a leisurely pace.I clenched my jaw and bit the inside of my lower lip, trying to comprehend why on earth the presence of the horse was making my heart race, even though it was moving at a slow pace.We both fell into a comfortable silence for a while, allowing the wind to brush gently against our faces as we ventured deeper into the forest. I couldn't help but be acutely aware of the warmth of his chest pressing against my back, and my heart thudded loudly in response. It was an odd sensation, feeling
ChelseaAlastair's silence only heightened my anxiety as he urged the horse forward, guiding it with gentle tugs on the reins. The quietness from him didn't bode well. Before I could inquire further, a sudden noise disrupted the stillness. It sounded like wild creatures sprinting over the crunchy autumn leaves with their sharp claws.My heart pounded fiercely in my chest, and a shiver ran down my spine. Memories of the previous year flooded my mind, of the betas chasing me through a forest much like this one, on a sunny autumn day. I had called out Lucian's name with every terrified step, feeling abandoned and alone. He had never come to my rescue, and the bitter memory still haunted me. I had managed to protect myself by hiding behind a massive tree, but the journey back home had been a breathless one. He had only laughed after hearing my tale. I kept my silence, but the hurt had cut deep.“Chelsea, hold on," Alastair's whisper was filled with caution as he slowed the horse down, his
**RYLE**"Mr. Ryle, can you stop staring at me?" Alice's voice held a hint of irritation as she rode the white horse, leading a group of five other horses behind her. Throughout our ride, I had noticed her catching me in the act of looking at her. And just now, when she confronted me, I hadn't even tried to avert my gaze.Her long, unkempt hair framed her face, and there was something about her presence that was undeniably captivating. However, I had no intention of letting my thoughts show on my face.I pulled the reins of my horse with a puzzled expression, a bit taken aback by her frustration. “Pardon me, my Princess. Am I not here to look after you?” I replied, my jaw clenched in confusion. I had noticed her occasional glares but hadn't connected them to my regard.Alice had disheveled hair that fell over her face, and she brushed a strand away behind her ear as she turned to me, riding her horse alongside mine. "Yes, you're here to protect me, but that doesn't mean you can stare a