Find Me Alastar(81)

“Hello.” He smiles softly, but his face falls when he sees her tears. “What is wrong?” he whispers as he enters the room.

She closes the door behind him and her broken eyes hold his. “Who is she?” she whispers.

His face falls. “Who is who?”

“Do not insult me with your lies, Alchron. Who is the blonde you have been parading around the village with? I have been here waiting, pining for you, and you go take pleasure in another woman’s body?” she cries.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Your guards will hear you.”

“I do not care!” she screams.

He smiles sympathetically.

“You find this funny?” she cries through tears.

“The blonde you speak of is my sister.”

Her face falls.

His large arms hold her. “How beautiful you are when you’re jealous.” He kisses her gently on the mouth as he wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

“Your sister.” She frowns.

“My family has been visiting and I could not get a letter to you. What you do not understand, Princess, is that even if my body wanted a release with another woman, my heart would not allow it.”

Her eyes hold his. ‘Why not?” she whispers.

“The daft thing thinks he’s in love with you.”

A trace of a smile crosses her lips.

He kisses her gently again. “And unfortunately for me, I love like I fight.”

“How is that?” she whispers into his lips as her hand comes around to the back of his neck.

“All or nothing.”

A tear rolls down her cheek and he kisses it away. “I love you, Alchron,” she tells him. “I need you to make love to me.”

He stays silent in thought.

“You don’t want me?” she whispers as his lips drop to her neck.

He bites her hard and she whimpers. “More than anything,” he murmurs almost to himself. “But you are not mine to take.”

“I am.” She kisses him softly and his arousal starts to cloud his judgment. “Take me, Alchron. I’m yours.”





Emerson


“Do you want another drink?” Brielle asks.

“Yeah, why not.” I smile.

It’s 3pm on Sunday and we are at the pub for lunch discussing Brielle’s obvious crush for her boss. I think I liked it better when she at least tried to deny it. Alastar left two weeks ago, but he is never far from my mind. How can you spend a couple of weeks with someone and be so totally hung on them? I feel like I have lost someone I loved dearly and it doesn’t make sense to me at all. I’m trying my hardest to fight it, but I feel like I’m losing this battle. Brielle is going on and on about Mr. Masters while I just sit and stare into space. What’s wrong with me?

“Do you think I should go to the doctor?” I ask. Brielle frowns. “Why?”

“I keep getting these flashing lights in my eyes and I am dreaming of gunshots. It’s been worse since he left.” I run my hands though my hair in frustration. “It isn’t normal to feel like this, Brell. Maybe I have depression.”

She smiles sympathetically and grabs my hand over the table. “You know how you feel about Alastar?”

My eyes drop to the table and I nod.

“This is how I feel about my ex.”

My sad eyes meet hers.

“I was, maybe still am, totally in love with him.”

I squeeze her hand. He put her through the ringer.

“And I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have him.” I nod again. Yep, that’s it.

“He was sleeping with other women while I loved him with everything I had. Then he would apologize and cry and tell me he loved me and beg for another chance.”

“Oh, Brell.” My heart aches for my beautiful friend.

“And I would take him back because I loved him so much that I couldn’t believe that what we had wouldn’t last forever. He broke me and my self-esteem. I had nothing left when it finally finished.”

I drop my head again.

“I just want you to get some perspective, Emerson. Yes, you fell in love with Alastar and it sucks he didn’t fall in love with you before he left. You do have a little stress right now, but you have come out relatively unscathed. You have your self-esteem, you are still young, and you weren’t married with kids. There is no lasting financial burden and he respected you enough not to cheat. You knew all along that he was a short term thing.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I sigh.

“You need to snap out of it. It’s been two weeks.”

I smile a defeated smile. “Thank you for being so wonderful.” I sigh, grateful that she can put things into perspective for me.

“What are friends for?” she whispers as our drinks arrive.

“Ladies,” a loud drunk voice calls from across the pub.

I glance over and my eyes widen. It’s Thomas and my eyes scan everywhere, looking for Alastar.

Has he come back for me? Please say yes.

Thomas comes over and falls into the chair beside us. “My favorite two Aussies.” He laughs way too loudly.

“I thought you were away?” Brielle frowns.

“Nope, we don’t leave for another two weeks,” he slurs.