All Chapters of Princess and her four Princes : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Olyon~But Bethany doesn’t back down, and her voice turns chilling. “Get in your car and leave before I shove that nozzle through your asshole, pump it full, and set your ass on fire.”The threat is specific and graphic enough for the man, who pales and scrambles away, slamming his jeep door and flooring it, before popping out as he speeds away with screeching tires.And I am left in rapt fascination as Bethany snorts, lips curling up into a dark smile as she pays for her fuel.She enjoyed frightening that man, and knowing that makes my cock ache.I slip back around the side of the station before she can spot me. Gripping my erection through my jeans, I lean my head back and hiss out a breath.Deskar!I wish she were the one gripping me tightly like this.I always believe there is more to my mate than meets the eye. Seeing that small glimpse into her true personality has me grinning more to myself and telling myself she isn’t just an ordinary girl.Somehow, I can't help but keep reca

~Bethany~I’ve been through too much hell to be fazed by little things, but these princes are so fucking close.From the beginning, they've shown nothing but their true stalkish, persistent, annoying colors. And I've always suspected that these features they have would stop me from carrying out my purpose.But I never knew it would be this bad.Now, I'm stuck in a pretty-looking mansion with a tight deadline hanging on my neck. How the fuck will I get out of this?I step into one of the rooms of the over-the-top mansion and glare at the beautiful decorations, massive four-poster bed, sprawling marble hot tub in the corner, and the connected bathroom that could fit a pod of whales. Everything looks straight out of those luxurious lifestyle shows Zuri makes me watch with her. There are red rose petals on the floor and on a full watermelon with my name carved on it, sitting on the large table in the room, with a box of red roses beside it.What the hell is this?!It’s like a replay of a

~Bethany~Finally calm, I add an oversized sweater on top of my oversized dress before heading downstairs to where the sizzling aroma is coming from.Jayan is in the kitchen, wearing an apron and looking so domesticated that it had me wondering what goes on in that dragon's mind. Why in god’s name is he acting like a housewife?It’s an odd sight, yet at the same time, it feels… can't find the right word yet.Asad is on the phone in the dining room, facing the large window, so I can’t see his face, and his voice is too quiet to hear what he’s saying. I can’t see Olyon, but I can sense him somewhere in this room.Immediately, Jayan sees me, he breaks into a broad smile. “I'm making creamy baked chicken with lots of yummy fillings for you, Snugbug.”He’s so proud that he's doing something for me. It's all evident in his eyes.What did I do to deserve this amount of love and attention?I'm not a good person. I'm one of the worst creatures to ever walk this mortal world. Yet, Deskar and hi

~Bethany~“That’s what you get for being so fucking self-centered,” Mosley mutters, and Asad glares at him.“Don’t you fucking talk to me about self-centeredness when you and your family are at the head of it.”“I did a lot for you, Asad Mort!” Mosley snaps. “And I'm still doing it till today.”“Really?” Asad shoots back. “What exactly did you do for me, pray, tell?” “At the right time, you'll find out. And I hope you'll eat back your words when that time comes.”Olyon clears his throat, and everyone snaps at him.“Please, shut it. Keep it yourself. Don’t even say a word.” They all snap at him.Well, there you have it, Olyon is the villain. But the Vel Morin doesn't seem like he cares. He simply shrugs his shoulders and throws more nuts into his mouth.The room goes quiet for a moment before Asad clears his throat and gently looks at me, regretfully.“I'm sorry you had to witness that, Thaloria,” he apologizes. “We might not be the best of friends, but we promise our past altercatio

~Olyon~ “I don’t know what is wrong with you, Asad. But I worked my ass off to get this moment with my mate. We all have personal issues with everything around here, especially our families' involvement with the fucking Liminal Order. But that does not in any way concern my mate, and I want it to remain so.” Salazar growls as soon as Bethany is out of earshot. “Of course, the dragon will always prefer to live in denial. Always interested in the good fun, even if it's for a few seconds.” Froskarn mutters. “What the fuck is up your ass?” Salazar snaps, turning on Froskarn, who still sits at the dining room table. The ice elemental sighs like he’s resigned that his peaceful dinner is over and stands to face the rest of us. “You told me to be here. I’m here. That doesn’t mean I have to be happy about the shit going on, and she’s too smart to buy any fake niceties I toss her way anyway.” Mort snaps at him about something else, and it leads to an argument that gets bigger and louder, b