All Chapters of Mine Beloved: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A little past evening, Nathaniel returned home, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. The viscount’s hospitality had been impeccable, but his daughters were by far the most obnoxious women he had ever encountered. Their relentless fawning and desperate, simpering smiles only solidified his disinterest in them.He reached for the doorknob, twisting it open, and stepped inside. Sarang sat on his bed, arms folded, gaze sharp with anger. Nathan quietly shut the door behind him.Without a word, Sarang lifted the crumbled paper in his hand and read aloud. “It is without a doubt that this season’s finest bachelor is an enigma from the household of the Grand Duke of Eldoria, Prince Nathaniel Blackwell. A young alpha whose presence has ignited a grand stir in the ton and fervent passion in the hearts of hopeful youths. But why now, and more intriguingly, for whom? Whispers travel that this mysterious gentleman seeks one thing–a diamond. A princess, no less. Should yours truly believe his diamond

Swords clashed, ringing through the air as sweat glistened on the bodies of the two young men locked in combat. Grunts and sharp exhales punctuated the rhythmic strikes, each movement precise yet laced with competitive banter. Sarang observed Nathaniel and his sparring partner, Gregory, with mild disinterest. To him, they looked like children playing war with sharp sticks, though he had to applaud their skill and strength in wielding such heavy weapons with such ease.Nathaniel’s sword moved with fierce precision and Gregory’s defence held for a time, but under the sheer force of Nathaniel’s strikes, it eventually crumbled. With a one final swing, Nathaniel knocked Gregory onto his ass, his sword poised at his friend’s throat.“My victory, Greg.” Nathaniel declared, lowering his sword. He extended a hand to Gregory and pulled him up.“Good match,” Gregory panted, clapping Nathaniel on the back. “Next time, the win will be mine”Nathaniel smirked, brushing damp strands of hair from his

Nathan crouched on the luxurious sofa, his fingers creaking as he flexed them, and lips slightly parted. The office around him felt distant, hollow—his mind was trapped in the vivid echoes of the previous night.Sarang beneath him, his lips warm and pliant as Nathan kissed him deeply, trailing lower to worship the delicate column of his neck. His collarbone flushed pink under the attention, his body trembling with every teasing touch. Soft moans and breathy mewls spilled from his lips, each sound a sweet surrender—until he could take no more. With a sudden push, Sarang forced Nathan onto the bed.Dropping to his knees, Sarang reached for Nathaniel’s trousers. He peeled the fabric down and Nathan’s bulging cock sprung up, smacking Sarang’s cheek.Sarang stilled, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Tentatively, he reached out, wrapping his fingers around Nathaniel’s cock, his touch soft, unsure. Precum coated his fingertips, warm and slick.Their eyes met. Sarang’s blue gaze shimmer

Sarang chose the guard to accompany him. He wasn’t in the mood to chatter with familiar faces, so he settled for a stranger.The man—a tall, hefty beta—kept a respectful distance, trailing behind Sarang like a silent shadow. Sarang appreciated that. Even with someone in tow, it felt no different from walking the streets of Linfield alone.The post office was a small, run-down of a building, but it was clean. A few children above puberty sat in a corner, laughing and eating before heading back to their domestic deliveries —a common job for children from poor families.At least this one in Linfield had the decency to feed the children. Sarang found it dangerous otherwise. With unknown locations, unfamiliar recipients, and flexible delivery times, anything could happen. No one cares when a child from a humble background goes missing—or worse.When it was Sarang’s turn at the counter, he placed three letters on the desk and

In the omega wing, Sarang slapped his cheeks red in frustration. He exhaled hard, pondering why he had said those words to the man who owned him yet raised him with love, clothed and educated him, and given him dignity.He crouched down and noticed a strange green plant waiting patiently at his doorstep.His stomach churned.If Lucian had sent this, he would feel horrible.Then he saw the note and the tension in his brows softened. He could recognise Nathan’s jagged but neat cursives on any note.A cactus from the drylands in the southern continents. It is tough and can survive without water. I hope you love it. Nathan.A smile curled on his lips. He pricked his finger on one of the tiny spikes and hissed.Sharp little stingers—likely to ward off predators. He tilted his head, wondering if it was edible or simply decorative.No. He wasn’t going to experiment on an unfamiliar plant. Especially one with