Semua Bab Alpha Daddy's Forbidden Ward: Bab 41 - Bab 50

NatashaIt had been three days since that night and I hadn't spoken a single word to Mikhail. We had perfected the art of avoiding each other. When I saw him coming down the hall, I turned and went the other way. When I entered a room and he was there, I found an excuse to leave immediately. He was doing the same thing. I could feel his eyes on me sometimes, but the moment I looked his way he was already turning away, his jaw tight and his expression blank.It was better this way. That's what I kept telling myself. He had made it perfectly clear that morning what our night together had meant to him. It meant nothing. A drunken mistake. Something to forget and never speak of again. Except I couldn't forget.God, I tried. I tried so hard to push the memories away, to focus on my training, on anything else, but they kept creeping back in at the worst possible moments. I would be working at the clinic and suddenly I would remember the feeling of his hands on my hips, gripping me so ha

MikhailThe blade caught me across the ribs because I wasn't paying attention.I should have blocked it. It was a basic move, one I could do in my sleep, but I was too busy watching Natasha walk across the far end of the training yard, her dark hair catching the sunlight, and by the time I realized my sparring partner had moved, it was too late.The sword sliced through my shirt and into my skin. It was not deep enough to be serious, but deep enough that blood immediately soaked through the fabric."Shit, Mikhail!" Dimitri lowered his blade, eyes wide. "Are you alright?""Fine," I said through gritted teeth, pressing my hand against the wound. Blood seeped between my fingers. "It's nothing.""That's not nothing. You need to get that looked at.""I said I'm fine."But word had already spread and within minutes I had three other fighters crowding around me, all insisting I go to the clinic.I tried to wave them off insisting that the wound would heal, but they wouldn’t budge and eventua

NatashaWe barely made it to Mikhail’s room. The walk there was a blur of stolen kisses in empty hallways, his hands on my body and mine clutching his shirt. Every few steps he would push me against a wall and kiss me until I couldn't breathe. Until I was whimpering against his mouth."Someone's going to see us." I gasped when he pressed me into a shadowed alcove, his mouth hot on my neck.He didn’t seem to care as his teeth scraped my pulse point and I shuddered. Somehow we made it without being caught. He pulled me into his room and locked the door behind us, and suddenly we were alone. There was no alcohol clouding our judgment this time. No excuses.We stood there for a moment, breathing hard, looking at each other. This was different from that night in the tavern. We were sober now. We both knew exactly what we were doing and how wrong it was, and I didn't care anymore."Natasha," Mikhail took a step toward me, then another, his eyes dark with hunger. "If you want to leave, do

MikhailNatasha and I agreed to keep our relationship a secret. We had to, really. There was no other option if we wanted to keep doing this, and we both knew we weren't going to stop."In public, nothing changes," I said that night, still tangled in her sheets. "We act like we always have.""Siblings," She agreed quietly. "Nothing more."But the words felt wrong now. They tasted bitter on my tongue. We weren't siblings. We had never been, not by blood, but everyone else saw us as brother and sister, and that was what mattered.The days that followed were torture. I would catch her eye across the dining hall and see the heat there, the memory of what we had done. What we kept doing whenever we could steal a moment alone. She would look away quickly, but not before I saw the flush creep up her neck. It was a game now. A dangerous one.I started finding excuses to touch her. Nothing obvious, just small things that anyone watching would think were normal. Brotherly, even.My hand on her

MikhailI saw Natasha the moment she arrived at the training grounds, carrying water for the soldiers. The sun caught her dark hair and for a second I forgot I was supposed to be sparring.My opponent's fist connected with my jaw."Fuck!" I stumbled back, shaking my head. "Good hit.""You weren't paying attention," He said, grinning. "What distracted you?"I didn't answer. I just reset my stance and came at him harder, because now I was aware of Natasha moving through the training grounds, and something primal in me wanted to show off. I wanted her to see how strong I was, how skilled. It was stupid and reckless, but I couldn't help it.I fought harder and faster. I took down my opponent with a series of moves that had the other soldiers whistling appreciatively. When I looked up, wiping sweat from my brow, I caught her watching. Our eyes met for just a second before she quickly looked away, but I saw the heat there.She remembered last night. The examination table. The floor. My h