Semua Bab Betrayed By The Alpha, Claimed By The Rogue King. : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Riordan’s P.O.VLara was already quick to her feet, grabbing her purse from the bench and dashing straight for the car as if my purpose for striding towards them was to tear her in two. I paid her no mind.I wasn't here for her but for the little Maeve who had a confused look on her face, as she stared up at me. The drive back here had been nothing short of chaotic. From Maeve’s endless crying that started the moment she locked eyes with me, to Vanya’s curious glances and endless chatter as she asked about Estelle, whether she was being treated well, and how she wanted me to pass a message to the Rogue King. That she would find her way into the Kingdom and kill him—me—if he ever touched Estelle or abused her in any way.Apparently, I had introduced myself as a warrior sent by the Rogue King to find Estelle’s daughter. There wasn’t any exact motive for hiding my identity. I had only wanted to mess with her mostly because she was Estelle’s friend.I hated to admit it but it was fun hea

RiordanShe finally texted me. Willingly.There was this flutter of excitement in my chest as my eyes scanned the message. ‘Thank you for helping me find Maeve. I truly mean that. She loved the Power Wheels—thank you for that as well. I’ll do my best to pay you back for them. Good night.’ The last part of it made me tilt my head, a rough noise of disapproval rumbling deep from my chest. “Estelle…” I growled out a whisper. “What do I do with you?”Preston met me halfway down the hall as I pocketed my phone. His brows pulled into a deep frown and I could already feel the heat of the anger simmering from him. “Really Riordan?”I already knew where this was leading. He was mad that he couldn’t reach me, mad that he didn’t know my whereabouts since I’d disappeared without a word. It was not like I answered to Preston. But with the countless enemies I had, waiting and prowling in the dark for the chance to ambush me, sharing my location was important.If I fall, the Kingdom would fall an

Estelle I woke up sore, numb, and acutely aware of the warm breath tickling my neck. The heavy scent of something sweet, pine wood, and the smell of after-sex still hung in the air. Frozen on the bed, my brain tried to register where I was until I realized that I couldn't move. A strong hand wrapped tightly around my stomach, a leg nestled between mine as I stared down, only to be welcomed by a messy sight of beautiful thick brown hair. Riordan.My heart beat picked up as the warmth of his body seeped into mine. This shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't feel safe. But it did and I didn't know what to think about it other than to drown in this moment.I stilled my breathing, fingers curling into the sheets while I stared at the ceiling.I had wanted to leave last night but typical Riordan stopped me from leaving and forced me to spend the night with him. Now that I remember, I had taken my position at the edge of the bed because I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible.

Estelle’s P.O.VI had not seen Riordan since that morning. No one spoke about him. He wasn't available during breakfast, dinner and the absence was starting to get to me so bad that I was forced to approach Merida and ask about Riordan. He had to leave for an urgent trip to Barbados. And he left without a single word.Not that it was important but for decency’s sake. Merida said it had to do with Kingdom affairs. Who did she think she was fooling? Did she think that I was born overnight?I had heard the maids gossiping about Miss Blondie—Linda. Something about her being injured and having to fly back to Barbados.Riordan was there too. The image of her on his bed flashed through my head, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Were they exes? Friends or—I didn't care.It had nothing to do with me. It was just the pain that the man I worried about left without a goodbye. This was my cue to get my head straight because Riordan was the last person I should be caring about. But, he cared

Estelle I crashed into Merida just as I finished lunch. She looked worn, tired, and overwhelmed. When I asked if she was okay, her voice came out in a rush. Something about being choked up with chores and how she had to pick up dairy products from a farm before it closed for the day. I volunteered to help and Chris offered to take me in his truck. The expression in Merida’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken when she looked from me to him. In that pressing moment, it seemed like she had a lot of things to say—to me. But Chris’s presence was the stumbling block in her way. In the end, her face finally broke into a forced smile but I didn’t miss the look of warning in her eyes as she handed the farmer’s card to me. Chris sang along to the country music blaring from the speakers as my thoughts spiraled around Riordan and the man in my background pictures. Was it a coincidence? That man had appeared countless times in most of the pictures for it to be one. The only photos where he wasn’t