Semua Bab The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Scent : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The scent of rain-soaked earth and pine clung to Kaelen as he strode through the covered walkway connecting his private residence to the main palace. His face was a carefully constructed mask of regal indifference, a shield he was well-versed in employing. Inside, his mind churned with a mixture of guilt and fierce protectiveness. The image of Elara, pale and trembling, haunted him still.He had managed to put her to sleep less than an hour ago, promising her safety, whispering reassurances that felt thin even to his own ears. Every stolen moment with her was a gamble, a dangerous dance on the precipice of ruin. But the thought of relinquishing her, of leaving her to the tender mercies of Damon, was unbearable.Reaching the main palace, he was immediately engulfed in the orchestrated chaos of court life. Courtiers bowed, advisors clamored for his attention, and the air thrummed with whispered agendas. He navigated the throng with practiced ease, nodding, agreeing, and subtly deflectin

The bell above the door of "Robin Architectures" chimed, announcing a visitor. Damon, hunched over blueprints, barely registered it. He was wrestling with a design flaw, one of many plaguing his latest project, a low-income housing complex that was bleeding him dry. He was dangerously close to defaulting on several loans, and the pressure was a crushing weight."Can I help you?" His secretary's voice, laced with an unusual formality, cut through his concentration."I'm here to see Mr. Robin," a deep voice responded. "Inform him that Prince Kaelen is here."Damon's head snapped up. Prince Kaelen? Here? He straightened, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. He hadn't expected a visit, especially not from Prince Kaelen himself. He smoothed down his rumpled shirt, a desperate attempt to appear presentable."Show him in, immediately," he instructed, his voice tighter than he intended.Kaelen entered the office, his presence filling the small space. How does he appear more imposing ev

The first sound Elara registered as she blinked awake was Kaelen's voice, a low rumble that vibrated through the phone nestled against her ear. "Elara?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, or perhaps just the inherent richness of his tone.Panic flared in her chest. Had the call been on all night? She scrambled to sit up, disentangling herself from the surprisingly comfortable guest room sheets. "Kaelen? Is... is the call still on?"A chuckle, warm and intimate, filled her ear. "It is. Or rather, it was. I've been awake for hours, just listening to you breathe. Waiting for you to wake up."Elara's cheeks flushed crimson. Hours? She glanced at the bedside clock. Almost ten. She'd slept far later than she intended. "I'm so sorry. I must have drifted off. I didn't mean to...""Don't apologize," he interrupted, his voice softening. "It was... peaceful. Knowing you were there. I'm currently stood in your garden right now. I wanted to be closer to you while we speak." He paused. "How d

In the quietude of their hotel room, the soft hum of the city outside a distant lullaby, Elara lay on the bed, her pregnant belly a testament to the life growing within her. The Alpha Prince sat beside her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, his touch gentle yet possessive.“Damon never really consummated our bond. He marked me, yes, but…”Kaelen’s jaw tightened, a flicker of anger crossing his features. He cupped her face in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. "Don't. Don't speak his name."He leaned closer, his gaze intense. Elara's breath hitched as their eyes locked. The air in the room crackled, a silent symphony of unspoken desires. The weight of their forbidden love, and the raw, undeniable attraction between them hung heavy in the air. All it would take was a touch, a word, a single breath to ignite the inferno that simmered beneath the surface.“Alpha.” Elara choked out, her eyes glinting with tears yet to slide down.“My love, I'm here, your Alpha i

(Elara's POV)The scent of jasmine and lavender clung to the air, thick and comforting, a stark contrast to the sterile, metallic tang that now permeated my life. Grandma Lyra's greenhouse. It was my sanctuary, a vibrant explosion of color and life nestled within the cold, regimented pack grounds. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate petals of a blood-red rose, the thorns a silent warning.Lyra. Just the name was a balm to my soul, a whispered prayer in the face of the storm that was my life. She had been the only warmth in a childhood steeped in icy expectations and whispered disapproval. The pack, with their rigid hierarchies and ingrained prejudices against omegas, had never quite accepted me. I was an outsider, a stray adopted into their fold, and they never let me forget it.My earliest memories were punctuated by the sting of their words, the subtle jabs about my uselessness, my inherent weakness. I wasn't strong enough, fast enough, Omega enough. I was just… Elar