All Chapters of Fated To The Prince Of Rebel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Heather's POVI let out a deep breath as everyone left me alone in my room, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for me, knowing that Nyles was highly against this arrangement and Prince Keith whom I know will do anything just to make her feel happy. I slumped on the bed looking at the ceiling, still finding it hard to forgive my family for putting me in this position, I should have been left back at home, not finding myself in a love triangle. I still couldn’t understand why they didn’t allow Prince Keith end up with Nyles, it would have been better and saved them a lot of trouble. Maybe it was because of how rebellious Nyles is and her character didn’t fit into the royal family, but do I fit in too?There was a sudden knock on my door and I quickly hurried to it, thinking that it was either the Grand Luna or Prince Keith. However, I was shocked to see Nyles standing there, her chest heaving up and down. I was surprised to see her because I thought she should be with Prince Keith."Yo

Prince Keith's POV I didn't know why I let myself get so riled up. The moment I laid eyes on Molly and Heather together, a surge of irritation coursed through me. I didn't want to see Molly with Heather. I had my reasons for this. I returned back to my room and sat in my wheelchair. I let out a frustrated sigh. Why did I even bother? I knew Heather wasn't going to listen. She never did. She never listened to anyone, least of all me. And yet, there I was, worrying over her as if it mattered. As if it made any sense for me to care about her at all.I hated the fact that she was slowly slipping into my mind, that wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, Heather is someone I am not supposed to care about yet I couldn’t stop myself. I should have allowed her with Molly and then she would have found out herself the kind of person she is, even though I knew all this, I still wanted to warn her and tell her to be careful. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts away. This was ridiculous

Heather’s POV I stood up slowly, the heaviness in my chest anchoring each movement, and made my way to the door. My face was damp, and my throat tight, but I still tried to wipe away the tears before I opened it. My fingers trembled as they touched my cheek. I knew I didn’t look composed but I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.When I opened the door, it was Lucinda standing there. She looked at me for barely a second before her brows knit together in worry. “Princess Heather,” she said gently. “You have been crying.”“No,” I answered too quickly. “I am not crying, I just got something on my eyes,” I replied blinking severally. I hated how unconvincing my voice sounded. Too soft and too broken. My eyes stung again just from the effort of keeping them open, of keeping the tears at bay. Lucinda didn’t press at first. She stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind her. Her eyes moved across the room and landed on the letter lying on the floor where I had dropped it earlier. S

Heather's POV I woke up with one of the worst headaches I had ever experienced. It felt like my head was pounding in my skull and a constant feeling of wanting to kneel over and die. I grabbed my head and sat up, the memories of last night slowly registering in my head. I had gone out to find a way to get over the thoughts in my mind, somewhat gotten drunk and I remembered coming back to the room with Prince Keith.My eyes flew open in horror as I immediately threw the covers away to scan my body, did I just say I came back to the room with Prince Keith? I didn't know what had happened last night but I couldn't forget the feeling of hotness I had felt in between my legs. I shook the thought of Prince Keith out of my head but wondered how my clothes had been changed. The thought of him seeing me naked terrified me and for some reason, I hoped that we hadn't made any bad choices. Before now, I have never been with a man. I have never entertained anyone and even when I got suitors, my

Heather's POV My cheeks burned with humiliation as I slammed my bedroom door shut. Prince Keith's words were so condensing and dismissive, I still couldn't believe what had made him think of all that, how could he think I had a purpose or I was happy with the fact that Nyles was sent out of the palaces Was that what he thought this was? I was just trying to be decent, especially after... well, after the drunken disaster. I had tried to forget about it, pushed it to the back of my mind, but his coldness made the awkwardness resurface.I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of this swirling vortex of confusion and hurt pride. My gaze landed on the book I had pilfered from the palace library a few days ago, still remembering it contains the details of the history of Dovontae's monarchy, something that could help me understand Prince Keith and the palace more. I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text.The book talked about King Alaric