Alastair “From snatching what's mine.” I whispered as I ran my hand on her neck. She squirmed under my touch, breathing as hard as me. “From destroying all the barriers and imprinting my name on every inch of your body.” She brought her lips so close that I had to struggle not to seal them with mine. Her upper lips gently brushed mine. As I pulled away a bit, she sighed. For a moment, there were only desperation and frustration between us. I knew she wanted me as much as I did. But once we would be done, she would realize what she has allowed and would definitely hate me for letting this happen. What's more important was that she would be hurt. I grabbed a strand of her hair and forced her to look into my eyes. Lust... there was only lust. “I am stopping myself so that you don't hate me. So that–” My throat bobbed. “when I touch you, you love yourself a little more for that and accept what I left on you. Most importantly, accept me. I don't want you to hate any of this. So–” “Stop

Chelsea “He is Prince Reagan of Flame Falls.” The stylist who stood behind me educated me, probably noticing the confusion on my face before he bowed. Reagan Callisto, Alastair's cousin. Yeah I knew him. The young Prince of Flame Falls hissed my stylist away. Across the pool, Lilith who had been glowering at me gasped at the sight of him and immediately bent her head. “Forgive me for saying that.. your highness, perhaps you are calling her flawless because you didn't see her when she arrived here a while ago. However, I am sorry if I offended you.” She apologized as if she regretted uttering the next words that could undoubtedly bring risk to her life. His innocent oval-shaped face being very familiar to delinquents or slayers even outside Walaland was a very little example. And no one ever knowing what this man actually did to earn such deprecation was just a simple mystery. In short, everyone believes this man was creepy as shit and no matter what, always stays away from him

AlastairInside the woods, the atmosphere had never been in my favor. The temperature oscillated between scorching heat and freezing cold. Today it was something in between. Amidst all the possible choices, I had opted to don a tracksuit that was not quite suited for the weather. The situation proved to be quite vexing, as I, a gentleman who values sartorial harmony, found myself at odds with my surroundings.The plan was to engage in a workout session at my gym. However, I didn’t feel like watching other faces. My mind had been buzzing with several thoughts. My brain was messed up. I believed that exercise might make my brain more alert. I sprinted with abandon, my feet pounding against the pavement, until the passage of time became a distant concept. I sprinted with all my might until the physical strain became insufferable. Yet.Yet. Last night—I can’t get over last night.The most unwanted thoughts persisted in my mind, refusing to be banished. The mere thought of her, her words, a

ChelseaOnly when Alastair’s heavenly scent invaded my senses, I was able to snap back to reality. Until that moment, I had been enveloped in a fog of confusion, my surroundings indistinct and hazy. Most significantly, I had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation unfolding before me. I had been tricked into this. I swear, I don't even remember when or how it began. I wished Alastair would understand.However, as I confronted him and locked eyes with him, the absence of any discernible emotion in his gaze sent shivers down my spine. On the other hand, Reagan, his cousin looked so blissful and the most satisfied one here. I guessed it right. He had a problem with Alastair. He was messing with me to infuriate him and earn his own satisfaction.He perceives me as a mere plaything, a doll at his disposal. How shitty is that!Back in the quarter, I could not figure out what he had done to me but I was surprisingly unable to say 'no' to him ever since I had looked into his leafy eyes. Late

ChelseaThe double wooden door had the frame and designs made with glided gold, shouting luxury. However, that was not what made me nervous but the person inside. Would he take my life for the audacity of explaining myself in-person? My heart raced as I heard the footsteps approaching the door from within, and I swallowed hard in nervousness. I took the chance to fix my hair before the door was opened. “Who...” his question died in his throat as I met his gaze. For a fleeting moment, it appeared as though he had been robbed of his capacity to stir, respire, or utter a single word. I coughed delicately to announce my presence. “Chelsea.”It was only at that moment that he began to react. With a quick flutter of his eyelids, he blinked. His face was so blank. He didn’t expect me here. I, too, did not.“Why—” Alastair's breaths came out in ragged gasps. “Why are you here?” He continued to grasp the doorknob.“I was supposed to bring your breakfast.”His ocean eyes, which had previously