All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Secret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ERENDINA. I have a secret. I have many secrets. And nobody knows my secrets. To the rest of the realm, I’m too flawless. To them, I’m the princess with the perfect life—one that’s envied by all. But they do not know me. They do not know of my secrets. They do not know of the person that hides behind the perfect display I put on for the rest of the world. They do not know I’m undeserving of every word they’ve defined me with. They do not know that I’m neither brave nor strong. And I’m most certainly not pure. A pure princess wouldn’t do what I’m doing right now—a dirty deed that’s quickly become an addictive habit of mine. • The sound of my moans bounces off the walls of the room as the blindfolded man between my thighs leaves wet kisses across my skin, my body vibrating with raw anticipation as his mouth edges closer to where I’ve soaked my panties with my juices. “Hmm.” The sound that he makes with his throat makes my core clench harder and when his mouth presses

ERENDINA.I was thirteen years old when my father brought a boy home. He had the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen and a gorgeous smile that looked too kind. Father told me he found him in the woods and his name was said to be Dominic. I didn’t care for Dominic at first nor did I liked him. All I saw was a young boy with whom I had to share my father’s affection. However, despite my clear dislike for him; Dominic didn’t stop trying to get close to me. He’d offer to play with me even as I decline again and again, and he’d throw me a gentle smile everytime our paths crossed. Slowly, I started to open my heart to him. Perhaps sharing my father’s love with the boy wasn’t harmful after all. Dominic was three years older than me but he never behaved so. With me, he was soft and overtime, we grew so close that I became so obsessed with him. My every waking thought was filled with him. All I breath in and out was Dominic and my obsession was turning into something else. It was turning into

ERENDINA. It’s him. It’s the same stranger from last night—the one who seemed to have discovered my identity and vanished before I could learn his. He had pushed me into the alleyway and then left me with only the sound of his voice, one that’s been replayed in my head too many times for me not to recognize it. “Do you have something to say to me, Princess?” I’m pulled out of my thoughts by his question and when my eyes fall back on his, I stagger a step back by the way his lips have curled. It’s not a smile but a shadow of one, and it taunts me. He knows. He knows it’s me. My stomach twists and I swallow the lump that quickly formed in my throat before parting my lips to speak. However, before I can get any word out, he beats me to it. “If not, then move out of my way. I have to return to the ceremony.” My brows furrow as I watch him fix his fly. When his head raises again and he finds me still standing in his way, he merely walks past me, shoulder bumping into mine, and my head

ERENDINA. A charged silence settles around us as Emilian’s words resonate in my head, my stomach twisting with irritation at the way entertainment shines in his grey eyes, lips tugged back in a smirk as though he’s got me right where he wants me. “Cat got your tongue, Princess?” When those words leave his mouth, a snort falls from mine. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” My eye twitches and my hands ball into fists by my sides as I speak through clenched teeth, “And what makes you think I’d do something like that? Give myself to you?” His head tilts ever so slightly, and the way those greys gleam with wickedness tells me I won’t like the words even before they rumble out of his mouth. With one brow raised, he says, “You already do that every night with another man, remember?” My lips part with a low scoff, anger leaving my belly in a mess of tiny knots as my fingers bite into my palms to prevent my hand from raising to slap off the cockiness I see on his face. When I don’t spea

ERENDINA. My lips part, the sound of my heavy breathing the only noise in the silence that follows as my words hang heavy between us. Emilian doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t move. He only stares at me, and under his intense gaze with the seconds ticking by, I expect to feel the urge to take those words back. I expect to cower away, but I don’t do that. Instead, I tip my chin at him, shoulder squaring proudly as I wait for a response. Impatience curls low through me when it doesn’t come even after minutes of his eyes peeling away layers of my skin, and it isn’t long before that sense of doubt starts to creep in. Sneering, I take a step toward him. “Why aren’t you speaking? You’re the one who asked for—” “Strip.” When his mouth finally opens, it’s a single word that rumbles out of it. A command that makes me swallow the rest of my sentence and causes my eyes to widen. “W-what?” “You heard me. Strip.” He repeats, his tone giving no room for reasoning. Still, I don’t obey. Instead, shaki