All Chapters of The Alpha Prince's Personal Maid : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Belle's POV It took almost an entire week for Belle to fully recover. Faster for Dorian because he is a werewolf, though he still needed three days of exclusive rest. His wounds pretty much healed in two days, though the poison still had a little effect and he had to be taking herbs Ceaser had prescribed for him. Belle had woke up the second night after the head injury, meeting Dorian's worried face. But she could barely keep her eyes open for more than an hour...Ceaser said the exhaustion from the past few days had finally gotten to her. By day three, she finally woke up properly, again meeting Dorian's worried eyes. She flashed him a smile soft enough to melt mellows, and Dorian couldn't help but kiss her in response. The days after were pure bliss. Like peace before the storm. Dorian completely refused all meeting, letting his mother attend to them in his stead while they stayed together, helping each other heal. Dorian spent the last two days in his chamber sleeping, rea

Belle's POV The carriage ride continues on in uncomfortable silence after that. Not angry, just Belle refusing to even look at Dorian. Like she's still trying to figure out what just happened. Dorian sits beside her quietly, but close enough that she can feel his heat. Close enough to remind her that he's right here. That he doesn't see her as weird. He had even tried to break the silence a few times, asking Belle if she was starting to remember her memories and abilities, but she just shook her head and looked out the window, seemingly not wanting to talk about it. Inside however, was a different turmoil. How is it possible that could she posses abilities that aren't even hers to begin with? And what will it mean for her now? What if she had unknowingly charmed the prince?! What if the rumors are true?!What if she really is...dangerous?! Belle sighs and sinks deeper into the chair, heart racing as different emotions flood through her at ones. The ride is mostly quiet after t

Belle's POV The air in Nevros seems to grow dense after the that. Like every breath makes her lungs burn, and every inhale feels like she's pulling in lead. It had been very obvious...not like Princess Janet had tried to hide her interest in the Prince. In short, anyone with a pair of working eyes could see her shamelessly check him out him out severally in the hallroom. But hiding behind a political alliance? That's a low blow even for her, and extremely unethical. Belle had somehow expected Dorian to be raging mad. To refuse with red eyes and raging pheromones, just like she can't sit still, sleep vehemently refusing to come. She goes to stand by his door instead, already anticipating a fuming Dorian. What she doesn't expect however, is to see them walking down the hallway together, Dorian's eyes folded into crests, laughing quietly at whatever joke the Princess is telling. Belle sees red! She's moving before she can stop herself, the same sickening sense of betrayal from Jam

Dorian's POV His half-hard cock instantly springs fully to life, pressing harder against her lips as she continues the sensual touch. Then she pulls back briefly, fumbling with his zip, eyes blazing with something that makes Dorian groan, out loud, his buttom lips finding their way between his teeth. Belle fells so powerful in that moment, even without fully touching him yet, the Prince already looks utterly wrecked. The fabrics comes off him in a fevered rush, his cock slapping against the softness of her cheeks, and Dorian moans out loud at the contact, hands already moving to first her hair as her hands come up to cup him roughly. She cups his balls first, rolling them in her palms, feeling them flex in her hold. Then she presses her tongue to the underside of his cock, licking up a visible veing, up to the tip. Then her attention turns fully on the head of his red, throbbing cock, giving the tip little cat licks, tongue pressing teasingly into the slit until his ho

Belle's POV Her heart thumps hard against her rib cage, legs shaking slightly even as she finally moves to gets up. Belle doesn't look the woman in the eye again as she turns away, her face completely pale, her hands trembling slightly no matter how much she tried to control it. Cecilia runs over to get worriedly, grabbing her hand. "W-what's wrong?" Her gaze slides pass Belle toward the older woman who's still seated calmly on her frail chair, like she didn't just rattle her. "W-what did you do!?" Cecilia instantly accuses, pointing a finger. The commotion attracts attention of a few stalls owners and passabys. "Let's just leave it!" Belle sighs loudly, lips quavering. "I feel a little sick, let's go back. It's nothing to do with her." Cecilia doesn't look convinced, but when she notices the small cluster of people around them, she reluctantly agrees to lesve. She doesn't spare the old woman another glance, attention solely on Belle as she leads her away. Belle'