Chelsea
Whore…
It was heartbreaking when Lucian had said it but hearing it again from Alastair was disgusting. Just the way he uttered the word, it provoked a fury that began to uncoil in my mind like tendrils of smoke.
"I don't accept this fate. I won't accept you," I declared, controlling my boiling nerves.
There was no way in hell that the Prince came all this way just to claim me. His arrival was plain ridiculous. Now, he wanted me to accept him? That was even more ridiculous. Perhaps, this was a source of entertainment for him but that didn't mean I would allow it to continue. Not when I had already been used once. Not when Lucian made it clear enough that I was nothing but his plaything. I wouldn't be anyone else's plaything ever again.
"You can't reject me either." Alastair challenged, still kneeling before me.
The most ridiculous thing was that this man was so certain I wouldn't be able to reject the Prince. Well, if that was what he thought, he was utterly mistaken.
Letting out a harsh chuckle, she earned the chance to disenchant the Prince and began reciting, "I, Chelsea Cadeel, the only daughter of Warrior Albert of Blue Moon Pack... reject..."
Gasps filled every inch of the room as Alastair put his finger on my lips. “If you dare to utter the next words, I'm afraid you will regret it."
I shivered. Was it cold? Or was it his touch? Both. Well, it's probably, his dangerously darkened stare too. He seemed genuinely pissed off and after seeing him so rattled, I couldn't deny the surge of pleasure that flooded my mind. Later, I might regret it like he said but—at least for now—it was pleasing enough.
“What will you do? Kill me?" I managed to ask, attempting to swallow the festering ball of sarcasm that was about to bubble over into my voice.
A look of thunder clouded his chiseled features.
"I never said that I would." He then stood up and tilted his head to a guard. "And... what's his name again?"
"Warrior Albert," the guard answered.
Alastair nodded as his hooded eyes gazed down at her. "Yeah, Warrior Albert is now my prisoner. Didn't you say he is your father?"
My stomach churned as I launched to my feet. The despair against my chest was too much. Yet, I tried to control myself. "What did you do to him?" My voice came weaker.
Alastair lifted a quizzical brow. "I also have a woman named, Kathy, in custody. Isn't she your mother?"
My senses whirled. This bastard had everything planned out before coming here.
"What the... what do you want?! Please, tell me." I didn't realize I was sobbing. It was too much.
Facing me, Alastair put his hand on my cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. I hate his touch. I hate how my body reacts to these gestures. And I hate that my body didn't even have the strength to slap his hand away.
"Will... will you really stop if I accept you?"
I hated myself too for crying like this. I really was a useless dumbass.
He shook his head and once again continued to wipe my tears away as if he cared. Oh, fucker, stop it already.
"It's not like your statement of rejection or acceptance matters to me. There's something more that I want. Do you want to know?"
I nodded desperately. A whole minute later, he inhaled a deep breath. "You."
I felt my knees turn to mush at his assertion.
"I want you."
When he repeated his statement, I almost collapsed on the floor. But somehow, I managed not to fall. Clenching my hands, I sucked in a shaky breath.
I lowered my head and it took a lot of effort to not flinch as I said, "You are not being serious."
This man, who currently was responsible for my miseries, said that he wants me? What a joke. Even the koala who couldn't laugh would die laughing too much.
"I don't joke."
He just threw me into a pool of turmoil. However, I tried to study his face. He looked the same; dangerous, stern, and expressionless—further clarifying that he wasn't joking.
"You will set my parents free if I agree?" I asked, confused as hell.
"Of course. It's a fair deal."
His lips quirked up, however, the smile vanished in an instant. I saw it wrong. Of course. Definitely. This Prince never smiles. But I wondered why.
Why am I even thinking about him?
I shook my head fiercely. This was not the time! He could rot in hell for all I care. At the moment, I just needed my parents to be safe. No matter what it took.
"Just me, right?"
"Just you."
"For how long?"
"You think my feelings are fleeting?" he said, stressing the words.
He was mocking the word called feelings. He didn't even know me. Above everything, everyone knew this Prince was indifferent, emotionless. Of course, he was mocking me. Fuck him. Fuck his feelings. Please.
I didn't say any of these. I can't push my parents to dangers. My life means nothing, but theirs do.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my back and spent a few more seconds lamenting my freedom. "I am yours."
With a look of appreciation, Alastair held me to his side. In one swift movement, we swirled around to face Lucian. He was still moaning in pain on the floor. Guilt was what I felt for a moment but then, it was gone.
"Now, shits like him don't deserve to exist."
As soon as those words were emitted out of the Prince's mouth, the guard—who was still holding the dagger—came behind Lucian and jerked him up to his feet.
Before I could blink, the guard plunged the blade into Lucian's back until the tip could be seen poking out his stomach. Blood flowed from the wound, making splashing sounds as it hit the floor. Whatever color remained in my face drained as my legs went numb.
Regardless of Alastair's tight grip on my wrist, I felt the need to run to him. Lucian was dying. While it was true that he had betrayed me, he had been a part of me. Letting him die like this was the last thing that I wanted. But how could I save him? How could I help him? I was only a vulnerable omega.
Having no other alternative, I shook Alastair's arm and pleaded, "S–save him. Please."
"No one can save him now."
Without another word, he dragged me out of the house and forcefully, shoved me inside of the car that was parked haphazardly in the yard.
"Let's go back."
Heeding the Prince's order after he hopped inside, the driver started the engine and the car slowly moved forward. I didn't know where he was taking me to. I didn't know what he was going to do with me. I didn't know anything. I couldn't even think properly. My brain just kept on replaying Lucian's face as he was stabbed right in front of my eyes. He was so scared when the dagger had punctured his body. It was just as terrifying and so painful for me to even remember. Above that, Alastair proclaimed my alpha dead.
A great tremor began to take over my body and I was even more stunned when I looked over at the man beside me. He didn't look like he had just tortured and killed someone. Alastair was the picture of serenity as he looked out of his window.
"W–why wouldn't you spare his life? I had already agreed to be yours."
"You said you agreed to be mine. Hence, you should start working on us and stop thinking about the trash we left in a garbage can." replied Alastair flatly.
“I–I...”
His sharp sigh stopped me from uttering another word. “You have a sweet voice, I swear. I can hear it for hours. But if the topic is about someone or something I despise, please restrain yourself from speaking.” His darkened gaze was fixed at the front while mine scanned him with so many things, so many thoughts. “I don't want to waste energy on my stupid wrath.” he stated as he leaned his head back onto the headrest and closed his eyes.
I didn't tear my gaze away from him as a wave of hysteria washed over me. If I truly wanted to murder anyone on earth at this moment, it was him.
Alastair After a long six hour drive, my driver stopped the car outside the glided gate of Callisto Palace. Shortly, the gate was opened by the garrison. As soon as the car entered the palace, the domestic servants ran forward to open the doors of the car. My mother indeed trained them well. Exhaling sharply, I snapped my head to the woman beside me. Chelsea. Her name was Chelsea Cadeel, an omega—the weakest in packs. And my... mate, yeah with that scent of that bastard all over her body. My throat closed as I studied her sleeping form. She fell asleep after crying in buckets for hours. Below those dark furrowed brows, her eyes seemed painfully puffy. Her little nose, and cheeks were still red. I raised my hand and was about to wake her up but my movement froze as I realized most of her tears were caused by me, for that bastard. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I emerged from the car. Glancing over to my servants, I nodded at them to approach. "Take her inside the palace." H
Chelsea "Love, are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" My pulse leaped when I heard his voice close to me. One of his large hands slapped against the headrest of the bed while he gradually lowered himself, bringing us eye to eye. Fucking gorgeous! He was so fucking gorgeous, it was so disgusting. God... when did he come this close? "I–I am telling the truth.” I replied and instinctively tried to distance my face from his when he watched me with a dangerous intensity. "And, where's the bottle? Did you swallow it down as well?" he asked very calmly. I was exhausted from what I witnessed the day before. The death of the one that I had loved… and it was all because of this alpha in front of me. I had the nerve to kill him but instead I was being his obedient girl. That makes me sick. "Inside the car." I said. "As in, your hallucinated car? Or the real one?" I was disgusted by his question. It was really stupid. He was trying to make me the liar on such a stupid matter. But I was
Alastair I took a deep breath as I walked through the hallway and reached the end, in front of the double arch door that had exquisite designs engraved all over its wood. "Is she inside?" I queried the door guards when they were done bowing. "Yes, your highness." I entered the bedroom and found her inside her office, sitting on the chair signing some documents. The nameplate on the table that she treasured illuminated her name. Vanessa Callisto, The Queen Regent. "I heard you wanted to see me." I spoke, welcoming very little of what people call politeness. "Good evening, Alastair." She greeted me with the same coldness that I had in my blood. “How is everything?” She hadn't averted her gaze from those documents. Yeah, that's how it's always been. No one ever got her attention unless it was necessary. I assume it's not necessary now. We were not in the hall surrounded by people, not at a party, not at a ball. “Perfect.” “That it should be. But I think there is some fuss, Ala
Chelsea Ms. Beth took me to the second floor where I counted around twenty rooms. On the way to the east wing, I leisurely glanced inside a room that had its door opened. There were two bunks inside the room with a wardrobe and a pair of tables and chairs. It was still better than my room in the village. Finally, she stopped in front of a door and pulled a key out of her pocket. Slipping the key into the lock, she opened the door and motioned me toward the room. I followed her inside. Instead of two bunks, I spotted a single bed, and a couch! This room was bigger than the one I saw earlier. It also had a toilet attached. "It's supposed to be the room for an important slave, chosen by the royalty. But fortunately, we don't get any. You can use this room." said Ms. Beth. I thanked her for not sending me back. I thanked her for being kind. She stayed inside with me for a few minutes. She told me this place has about fifty slaves. Most of them were orphans. She said no one is tortured
Chelsea I trailed behind Ms. Beth as we made our way into the grand palace. Once again, I found myself trapped in this infernal place. The multitude of sentinels, their watchful gazes, the array of armaments, and the pervasive trepidation. However, I made no complaints. Ms. Beth was a diligent employee. Her hands were bereft of any power to rescue me. Inviting me inside, she flung open the door to the Princess's room. I mean, it was The Princess's room. And I was just a commoner. Ms. Beth had arrived for the sole purpose of fulfilling her professional obligations. I had nothing to do inside. Hence, I politely declined and chose to remain outside. While she was inside, I took the opportunity to appreciate the exquisite design of the intricately carved stone walls, the opulent gold gilding, and the grandiose paintings adorning the vaulted roof and ceiling, which soared to great heights, culminating in a magnificent lamp chandelier suspended at its centre. Lowering my gaze, I moved fo
Alastair The driver left the car for us in the front yard, untouched after I warned him not to move a thing. This Mercedes was kept for my private use. For other purposes, I use other cars mainly to confuse the aggressors. It's my mother's stupid idea. Cars can't confuse them. The one who wants to attack me, will track me anywhere. Chelsea came behind me. Shortly, I opened the door. She immediately hopped inside the passenger's seat where she sat before. Wow! She's very fast. “Here it is.” As she declared, I wasted no time picking the seat beside her and grabbing her hand to stop her from touching the soda bottle that was in the holder. “Don't touch it.” Pulling her hand down, I let it rest on her lap and looked into her eyes. “By touching it, you will leave fingerprints there.” She began to nod. “Y–yeah. I totally understand.” Her voice was fringed with nervousness. Flushes of rosy pink went apparent on her cheeks. Did I make her nervous? I glanced down. My hands were now on
Chelsea How could I not be offended? One second, he was asking me if I used perfume, another second, he was telling me to get out as if I stink. That was rude! Whatever. I decided I won't give it any thought as I entered the palace. Ms. Beth found me in the grand hall from where she again let me accompany her to wherever she went. I tried my best to hide myself from Alastair. He wasn't chasing me. But it was his damn palace. He was everywhere. I mistakenly tried to learn if the villagers were right about him being the worst of all dangerous creatures. I watched how he treated his employees. God, so cold. He was so cold, so calm, so arrogant. Someone peed his pants. I mistakenly eavesdropped when he was on a call in the courtyard. He was threatening someone. I mistakenly peeked through the door of the conference room when I heard a noise. He shot someone. Blood was everywhere. I almost gasped, trembled until Ms. Beth came to take me back. He didn't notice me, or perhaps he did. He
Alastair In the confines of my study, I retrieved the antiquated journal from its resting place within my locker. Leaning forward in my chair, I placed the book on the table before me. A wintry wind swept inside the space through northern windows and blew through my hair. Not bothering about my favorite hairstyle, I gradually eyed the old page that had been sprinted with the dark ink. “As winter's breath draws near, late autumn's phase seems queer. A strange time in life's sphere. The balmy zephyrs of summer, once beloved, now stir within you a disapproval. To the depths of the mind it leads, where shadowed memories plant their seeds, of the last few months it speaks, And in the heart, a sadness leaks. Simultaneously, it ignites a longing within to behold the splendour of snowflakes descending. Learn to shroud thyself in icy veneer, leaving warmth a mere figment to revere.” How many times have I read this? About a hundred times or more. But the more I read this, the more confusion