All Chapters of The Alpha Prince's Personal Maid : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Belle's POV The first thing she feels when she wakes up is the chilling air. Then silence, and it's not the peaceful kind. It's the kind when the realization hits you just how much you've messed up. The silence presses on her chest before she even opens her eyes fully, like the weight of yesterday still sits on her eyes. Her body aches, not faintly. The type of pain that comes from letting an alpha claim you over and over, until your legs tremble from the exhaustion. She remembers every detail. Darian. The bath. His rut. Her eyes snap open. "Have I lost my mind!?" She mutters. Belle jerks up, wincing slightly from how hard she stands, but she ignores it looking around. Her vision is a bit blurry, but she catches a flickering candle on one corner, the stone walls, the huge marble bath... She rubs her temple. So she's still in the bath... and on, she looks down, on a small wide bench that she has no idea how she even got on. The prince is nowhere to be fo

Darian's POV Something inside him snaps. He surges forward before his brain can catch up, stopping abruptly when he spots them. It's Belle alright, but she's with...a royal guard. One that he's seen a few times in passing. And she's smiling. Not the small restrained smile she gives him, this one is easy, lighter. His wolf stirs vigrously in anger, and despite trying to hold it back, it surfaces. His irisis turn red. Pheromones spiking, filling the hallway in the blink of an eye. Belle's head automatically snaps up, eyes wide when she finds Darian marching toward them with wild, red eyes. But the fear in her eyes does nothing to quench the burning jealousy flooding his veins like hot molten lava. He reaches them in a few strides, chest heaving; "What.." his voice is a growl as it cuts through the space, "...is this?" The guard instantly stiffens, unable to bow Instead clawing at his throat as if he's been burned, the Prince's pheromones causing him to cough

The Prince is lying on his queen sized bed, deep in thought...deep in something he'll rather not say out loud, when the summon comes. He hears the messenger at the door, and beacons for them to come in, not even bothering to cover up his bare torso. The man comes in head low, not daring to look at the Prince's half-naked frame on the bed; "I'm sorry to interrupt your leisure time,your highness. But Her Majesty requests your presence." Dorian's brow rises at the message. His mother doesn't request him like this unless she wants to nag him over something. He already feels the irritate bubbling, still he doesn't ask why. Just brushes the guard off with the flick of his wrist, sitting up slowly, the sheets wrapped securely around his waist. He looks almost ethereal like that, green eyes glimmering in the dark room, muscles bulging, sharp jawline glistering with sweat. "Where is she?" "Throne room, My prince." Dorian hums and dismisses him, lazily sliding a clean tu

Belle's POV "Sit on it." The Prince commands, waist down still buried in the water. Belle is a shivering mess, thighs parted, eyes half lidded as the Prince had spent the past few minutes stretching her open. She shifts on his lap, the Prince's big hands splayed across her hips as he helps her, lining up beneath her. The first sink drives them both mad, Belle's eyes clamping shut, while Dorian's face starts to twist in pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth falling open. The sight of the Prince so pleasure drunk makes Belle feel powerful. She swears under her breath, spine arching instinctively, fingers clutching at his shoulders for balance as she continues to take even more of him, skin flushed from head to toe. She hates how easy it was for the prince to convince her. She'd come here, mind set on telling him about the assassination plan she'd overheard, and then walking right away. But with just a few words of reassurances and a few press of lips, she's back on top of him, lettin

Dorian's POV The palace has never been this quiet. Not even when they mourned the late king. The temporary lockdown has been signed into effect yesterday, and since; the halls have been quieter. Fewer people roaming, more guards at every station. Even the servants move less now. They don't linger around, just perform their duties and disappear back into the maid's quarters. Dorian stands in the middle of it all, though restless. He's been restless since his last discussion with Isabelle. The thought of someone so close wanting to kill him, and he hasn't noticed... His jaw tightens as he pushes the thoughts away. The investigation is ongoing, and so far, the guests have remained cooperative. Good. Meanwhile, the preparations for the coronation has already begun. He is to be crowned in a few weeks, and invitations are already being sent out. And because a Coronation doesn't usually happen as often as other.....events, the palace of Moonveil is always known to go al