The air surrounding them suddenly got stiffer as he stared at her intensely. His blues collided with her hazels and they seemed to be lost in each other. "You are mine, Ariel; only mine. Do you understand?" She nodes" I want a verbal answer, little mate. Do you understand?" "Yes," she mumbled. She felt vulnerable in front of his gaze. His gaze moved from her neck, which now bore his temporary mark, to her parted lips. His eyes get another shade darker as his eyes linger a little longer on her lips. His gaze returns to her neck, and a glint of pride twinkles in his eyes.  "That should do for the time being."  He smirks and stands up, releasing her ha

 After a silent hour of driving, Prince Aiden pulls over in front of a small cafe in Alpharetta. Prince Aiden exits the car, and before Ariel can open the door, he rushes to her side and opens it for her. Helping her out of the car, they walked into the cafe with a swarm of guards following them. The cafeteria appeared to be cozy with a few people inside. The colors of the cafe adapted to the light as if they were once afraid to greet the rays. Cafe tables adorn the sun-kissed grey as if placed at the tip of an artist's brush. Prince Aiden led her to a corner table near the window, and the guards who were following them sat around them just across the other rows to give them privacy. After they had taken their seats, a waitress came over with the menus. "I'll be

 "Answer me! Where is she!" He roared again. The guards couldn't muster up the courage to answer so one of them just pointed towards a door end the end of the hallway to their right. He rushes towards the door, which was not locked from the inside, and bragged inside the. The room was dimly lit and large, with a king-size bed in the center covered with a black duvet and a pile of pillows. Blank off-white walls and a wall of windows from ceiling to floor. On the other side, there was a wooden door that he assumed led to the bathroom and another that led to the walk-in closet. His gaze darted around the room, coming to a halt at the figure sitting in a corner. Her head was bowed, one hand on her thigh, the other holding a cigarette on her knees. He turned on the lights and approached her. Her knuckles were bruised with blood, a few cuts here and there. What caught his attention was a

 A few weeks passed by and she hardly ever sees Aiden. He's been so busy for the past couple of days that he comes to their room after she falls asleep and leaves before she wakes up. After coming back from her penthouse, she thought about what Mia had asked her to do and she was thinking maybe she should stop running from him and her life and give it a chance. But Aiden was proving it to be difficult for her, she doesn't know nor she understands what's gotten him so caught up lately. It's almost like he lost all his interest in her. She somewhat felt angry and mad at him, but isn't she supposed to feel relieved that he isn't bugging her? She doesn't have the answer. The sun was shining brightly in the sky outside and she was sitting in the living room on a couch with a book in her hand. This is how she's been spending her days recently: reading, snacking, and sleeping. She just pu

 He watched her retreat as she walked triumphantly towards the castle, covered in the blood of the wolves she had just killed. He noticed how her eyes shone with the desire and determination to kill the female he once had. As he didn't go to their room that night, he noticed a glint of hurt in her eyes. Looking straight into his eyes, he saw how mercilessly she took the female's life. He couldn't help but be turned on by how predatory she appeared while fighting those warriors. But he didn't like how she disrespected him by killing Bethany despite his warnings. She must learn a lesson, he thought. He stood up and left the battleground, on his way to their bedroom to have a chat with his he was halted by his Beta and Gamma. He ended up in his office for much-needed paperwork and by the time he finally left for his bedroom, it had been a few hours. He was still in his Royal attire wh