Alastair, who was attempting to hide a smirk on his face, shoved his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat. "I have no problem with that." The one thing that stood out to him most about Ms. Beth was the fact that she was always willing to provide a hand whenever he required assistance.Chelsea's face was devoid of colors as she blinked at Ms. Beth who was still determined on what she had declared and then, averted her gaze at Alastair. He didn't seem to dispute any time soon. Instead, he was more than eager for her to tie his tie for him. Jerk, this word was formulated for him."I don't know how to...""Well, I can teach you that... of course, if you want." Alastair had cut her words off and given her a wicked look."Fine." She gritted her teeth through a tight grin and rose from the bed with an abrupt force. Honestly, she knew how to tie a tie. She had seen her father wearing it, she had seen Lucian wearing it on occasions. She had learned from them well. But what she didn't

ChelseaBobbing his throat, he met my gaze again which I assumed had narrowed to slits. Even my eyelids felt too heavy.The next moment, without him realizing it, I tried to push him away, hoping to create some distance between us, but he remained steadfast, only withdrawing his arm to stuff his hands into his pockets."Stay away from me. When you are close, you make me have so many stupid thoughts..." I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. But Alastair didn't budge. His eyes narrowed, his lips curving into a sly smile that made me feel exposed."I would love to know about those," he declared, his voice husky and sending shivers down my spine. My cheeks grew even hotter, and I could feel his words seep into my very core. I was becoming increasingly aware of his effect on me, both physically and mentally. It was overwhelming.But I couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and confusion. How could I let myself be so affected by Alastair? It was as if he had some unseen power

In the morning, Chelsea woke up on the bed. Her body itched when she stretched her arms and neck. The spot between her thighs ached a little too. To the soreness, her drowsy eyes flipped open and she was welcomed by the thick blanket that covered her body, Alastair's wrinkled white shirt that she wore, and the vibrator that saved her life on the nightstand. Abruptly, pink grew across her cheeks.The entire night Alastair was sitting on the couch while she pleased herself with that thing. He made it seem like her moans didn't bother him at all, but she clearly noticed the bump on his pants and she didn't even know why she was glad to see him suffering. Yes, he, Alastair, the great Prince suffered. Yet, he didn't do one simple thing! He didn't dare to touch her. Because she had made it clear before that she didn't want him to touch her.It took her three hours to finally reach her sweet spot and see the stars. It was almost dawn by then and at that time, he was the one who seemed to be

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

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