Days were passing by so fast like in a blink of an eye. Alastair came to sleep daily after that night but late. Either Chelsea would be sleeping or he would fall asleep faster without saying a word to her. In the morning, Chelsea never found him in the room. She couldn't help but wonder what time on the earth he leaves and what mystery he unravels so early in the morning.The rest of the palace remained unchanged except for the fact that Reagan had left, she didn't know when but it was indeed a relief.“There, Chelsea.” Kai lifted his forefinger to point toward the wood behind the palace. “We used to fight there with each other every single day.”“Every single day?” asked Chelsea. Her stare followed down the direction he had indicated. From the elevation, she could appreciate the crowns of the trees, and the narrow pathways that led to the deeper parts of the forest.Chelsea took a few deep breaths while holding the terrace's fine concrete balustrade and allowing the clean air to invi
“Your highness. Is there anything wrong?”Alastair, who had his attention fixed on the patio, let out a loud snort in response to the inquiry that was posed by the guard standing next to him. "Who was in charge of doing the monitoring thingy that was supposed to be done in this area?" He asked, gaze still not leaving the terrace.“I made sure there was no one around.” The guard retorted confidently. “But is there anything wrong, your highness?” The way his Prince sounded did not give him any good vibe.Anxiety erupted throughout the guard's body as Alastair hissed and gripped the back of his neck with his sharp claws digging into his skin. Because of the potentially dangerous tension, the other males there became numb in their spots.Soon after, the Prince decapitated the guard by snapping his neck to his left, and blood gushed out of his body. “Then who is that, Mister fartknocker?” He gritted his teeth dangerously whilst his lips formed a smile at his mate who had been watching his
His order had a tone of possessiveness. The fact he wanted her to hate her ex-boyfriend was something that set her in bewilderment. The flare of fury wasn't there in his eyes anymore. He ordered, but at some points, it seemed like pleading, as if his eyes begged her to do what his mouth had said.“You got that?”Only when she nodded, he moved away whilst her reddened eyes trolled to the lump of his throat that bobbed what felt like nervousness.“You shouldn't even attempt to do anything reckless. I would despise that.” With that, he trudged out of the room, didn't bother to steal a second glance at her who already had tears flowing down her cheeks.Ryle left the crypt when he received a call from the Prince. He ordered him to be in the study as soon as possible. Ryle saw the dead body of the guard and already assumed something bad had happened. It was another guard who confirmed that the female Alpha brought here saw Lucian. She wasn't supposed to know about this secret. The mess was
"Your body is so alluring, Chelsea." In a low, husky voice, he proclaimed his admiration which only tickled my core and ragged my blood.Lucian is the Alpha in the Blue Moon Pack, he had a perfect masculine physique. I, on the other hand, was nothing more than an omega. Despite the fact that I'm the only daughter of a warrior of his pack. My mere position in the pack was still too low to be deemed a suitable match for the Alpha. But regardless of that, regardless of everything, he chose me. He picked me out of all the other women who lusted after him. It was hard for me to believe as well... until he finally confessed last year.Today was the day that finally marked our transition into the threshold of adulthood. We were finally eighteen. In a while, we'll also find their fated mates. We'll soon find someone to share our lives with. As a general rule, the instant werewolves reach the age of eighteen, they will meet their fated mates.Although it was almost eleven in the morning, I was
ChelseaEmerging from the bedroom I made my way into the living room and stood across Lucian who was still shaking in terror. Alpha Alastair sat in a chair, his posture relaxed as he perused the file in his hands. The moment his gaze shifted from the mundane paperwork to the presence of our arrival, an anomalous amusement settled on his face."Impressive. You took only two minutes thirty seconds." He said, without so much as a sidelong glance at his watch. He didn't require it in any way. Everyone knew his thoughts had never been able to keep up with the passage of time."Your Highness."A low, pitiful mutter escaped Lucian's lips.My gaze was drawn to him. He had prostrated himself before the Prince. The sight made me feel nauseous."I apologize. I had no idea that she was your significant other." With his head bowed and chin tucked into his chest, he uttered those words through tears of terror. Sweat poured down his forehead, adding to the intensity of the moment.Significant other?
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. Let
Alastair After a long six hour drive, my driver stopped the car outside the glided gate of Callisto Palace. Shortly, the gate was opened by the garrison. As soon as the car entered the palace, the domestic servants ran forward to open the doors of the car. My mother indeed trained them well. Exhaling sharply, I snapped my head to the woman beside me. Chelsea. Her name was Chelsea Cadeel, an omega—the weakest in packs. And my... mate, yeah with that scent of that bastard all over her body. My throat closed as I studied her sleeping form. She fell asleep after crying in buckets for hours. Below those dark furrowed brows, her eyes seemed painfully puffy. Her little nose, and cheeks were still red. I raised my hand and was about to wake her up but my movement froze as I realized most of her tears were caused by me, for that bastard. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I emerged from the car. Glancing over to my servants, I nodded at them to approach. "Take her inside the palace." H
Chelsea "Love, are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" My pulse leaped when I heard his voice close to me. One of his large hands slapped against the headrest of the bed while he gradually lowered himself, bringing us eye to eye. Fucking gorgeous! He was so fucking gorgeous, it was so disgusting. God... when did he come this close? "I–I am telling the truth.” I replied and instinctively tried to distance my face from his when he watched me with a dangerous intensity. "And, where's the bottle? Did you swallow it down as well?" he asked very calmly. I was exhausted from what I witnessed the day before. The death of the one that I had loved… and it was all because of this alpha in front of me. I had the nerve to kill him but instead I was being his obedient girl. That makes me sick. "Inside the car." I said. "As in, your hallucinated car? Or the real one?" I was disgusted by his question. It was really stupid. He was trying to make me the liar on such a stupid matter. But I was