บททั้งหมดของ The Lust Cursed Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ChelseaI stood outside his door, holding the coffee mug in my trembling hand, my heart racing as I battled the conflicting emotions swirling within me. It took me a long moment to gather the courage to finally raise my hand and knock on the door, hoping that my heartbeat wasn't loud enough for him to hear. The anticipation of his response felt like an eternity, and when no answer came, I decided to try again, my hand hovering in the air, ready to tap on the wood.Just as I was about to make contact, the door swung open without warning, causing me to jerk back in surprise. And there he stood, Alastair, his dark hair still glistening from what appeared to be a recent shower. His blue shirt hung loosely on his frame, the buttons not fully done, revealing just enough of his chest to make my heart skip a beat. His tired eyes locked onto mine, lazily tracing the path of my hand frozen in mid-air, a hand that had been poised to knock moments ago.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met hi

Alastair“Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone.Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from the sheer frustration."I tilted my head, processing the severity of the situation. "For her needs, I am enough," I asserted, my voice firm as I acknowledged the depths of my bond with Chelsea. "You've been helpful. Thank you."Ryle's chuckle filled the room, and I watched as Julia's eyes darkened ev

ChelseaI pulled myself up on the plush mattress of the bed, my body protesting against leaving the warmth of the covers behind. With my eyes still closed, I stretched my neck, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to me. The morning light filtered through the curtains, but I had no enthusiasm to welcome it.My mind replayed the events of the past day, the source of my current frustration. Everything had happened because of that arrogant Prince, Alastair. If he could control his hormones for once, maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this mess, feeling sick and embarrassed.Leaning back against the headrest, I let out a quiet groan. "Ah! This is making me sick." The ache in my shoulders reminded me of the awkward position I had slept in. I winced as I carefully squeezed the painful bones with one hand. "God! Must someone have sex every night?"A calm voice responded, a voice that was very familiar and yet, it felt like an echo from my thoughts. "For someone who has insomnia

ChelseaThe silken curtains in the room filtered the morning light, casting a warm glow that gently illuminated the space. The melodic chirping of birds outside the window slowly nudged me awake, coaxing me to give up on sleep and greet the new day. With a yawn and a stretch, I moved towards the window, pulling aside the curtains to reveal the world outside.Relief washed over me as I realized that Alastair wasn't present in the room. It seemed that he had other responsibilities to attend to or perhaps he was an early riser. My gaze lingered on the horizon, wondering about his daily routine and how he managed his responsibilities as a Prince. His life was undoubtedly a stark contrast to mine, beginning in a modest house by the sea, with two cramped rooms and parents who were distant at best.A pang of melancholy tugged at my heart as memories resurfaced—parents who never truly cared, a home that often felt empty, like a shell without purpose. It was a story of neglect and longing, a na

AlastairAttempting to suppress the amusement, I slid my hands into my pockets, my lips twitching ever so slightly. "I have no problem with that." The corner of my mouth curled into a small smirk as I observed Chelsea's reaction. Ms. Beth was known for her unwavering determination to assist whenever I needed it, and her offer to Chelsea seemed genuine.“I am getting late.” I stated, my tone neutral. It was true—I had no objections to her tying my tie. If anything, her unease brought an element of entertainment to the situation.Chelsea's expression remained devoid of color as her gaze shifted between Ms. Beth and me. The uncertainty in her eyes was palpable, and I couldn't help but relish her unease.Her protest came quickly, her words masked by a tight grin. "I don't know how to..."Before she could finish her sentence, I interrupted her with a wicked grin. "Well, I can teach you that... of course, if you want." My tone was laced with a hint of mischief, a challenge and I was fully aw