บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By Her Mate, Claimed By The Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Ariana’s POVI resisted the urge to hiss at the arrogance in his tone.“I’ve heard of it before,” I snapped. “You are famous for mining ore.”“I see you’re well informed,” he let out a crooked smile. His black hair was fixed backwards, contrasting with his skin that looked like he’d never fought a battle before. “Harmonia’s ore is famous in all the kingdoms, but your beauty is so outstanding that I could hire the greatest goldsmith and give him the best ore to make an ornament for your head.”This man was so tacky! I held back a sigh. And for some reason, my father found him amusing.“That’s a way to put it, Damon,” Father laughed, taking a sip of his wine. “Ariana, would you show this handsome merchant around the palace? You too could get to know each other.”It was the second time Father was calling him ‘handsome’ and it didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t understand what was so mesmerizing about Damon. He was just like every other alpha I beat today, except that he wasn’t even one. M

Damon’s POVI frowned as I watched her go, pacing after her till I blended into the shadows. My heart was beating rapidly as I re-lived her feisty dark eyes and how they told me off.Surely the rumors of Princess Ariana of Warwick were true. I had seen women in their hundreds before, I have lived ten times the lifetime of the minstrels who walked the surface of all four continents. Rot in hell with the elementals? I bit my bottom lip, smirking at thin air. The wind and leaves rustled in response, they were laughing with me. Such a man had no place with my people.I was an elemental myself, born of pure blood elementals who were wiped out thousands of years ago. If I hadn’t found my way to the Kingdom of Warwick, I may have been sitting at my throne, watching the boring jester who poked fun at the absence of a mate by my side. I’d gotten tired to obliterating them, so I just let him do what he wanted. I did try. I walked through all the kingdoms in search of a mate, and desperation was

Ariana’s POVUsually, when another entity was close by especially enshrouded with such a demanding aura, I’d notice.Anyone should notice. Heck I was an exceptionally trained warrior who had willingly undergone one of the most torturous trainings. My senses were always on alert.Yet, I didn’t notice him until he spoke, until he wanted us to be aware of his physical presence and that startled me—no, it terrified me because in a different situation I’d be dead without a doubt.This incident led me to another pressing question; who exactly was this man?With how much aura he was currently possessing, it forced me to focus solely on him. It felt like a tornado, determined to pull everything and everyone to it.He was closer now and Jasper seemed to have withdrawn farther away from me.“Hello, princess.” He said, taking a few steps closer, an amused smile dancing on his lips.I’d always hated being called princess because it signified the odds against me I’d been fighting since birth but n

Jasper’s POVAriana didn’t realize I had been following behind her, even though I had been repeatedly calling after her.What was happening? Why didn’t she notice me?The possibilities were endless but the stranger with the eyes of rubies that reminded me of death came to mind.What game was he playing? Did he want the throne too? I wouldn’t let him. I was the only one who deserved that throne, I’d slaved for nearly all my life for it, being at the foot of that brat.If only I could break her knees then maybe she’d realize she was too fast for a supposed princess. My canines were sharp with anger.I fastened my footsteps, grabbing her right hand by the wrist. Startled, she grabbed my hand on hers using extensive force I didn’t imagine possible. The intense roughness of her grip startled me causing me to instantly regret what I’d done.She twisted my wrist with dense instantaneous pressure just enough to cause pain and restrict my blood flow. I groaned out.“You fucking bi—" In seconds

Ariana’s POVUnlike Jasper, I didn’t feel the lingering shadow of doubt every time the merchant spoke and a part of me knew that was dangerous.Why?Truth called to me like the single red thread of fate, and I couldn’t ignore it, the same way I couldn’t ignore him.So while the necklace dangled in front of me, with the initial ‘D’ illuminating with the sun, catching my gaze, my thoughts wandered.Accepting the condition resembled taking one’s life by jumping from the top of a tower and the question here was, would he jump after me, accepting the fate that came with landing?No, I’d be the one watching as he fell, yet drawing me to follow him. What promises could a merchant fulfill and what confidence did he have that leaned me so close to believe in him without a doubt?Questions I’d dreamt of while I slept awakened, sent me in an existential fit.Why was I truly doing this? What was my true ambition? I tried to repeat it to myself.I’m Princess of Ariana, the warrior of the Warwick K