Find Me Alastar(95)

“Goodnight, Twinkle.” I smile sleepily.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispers.

And, for the first time in a long time, I drift into a restful, peaceful sleep.



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My beloved Princess.

Each moment I am away from you is torture.

The Princess walks across the field of the grand gardens with her visitor. Prince Edward from a neighboring village has come to call. They have met on several social occasions and her father, The King, has invited him here today. The men are starting to circle around her. At twenty years of age, she is nearing the time for marriage. The sun is beaming on her face and she is enjoying her mid-morning walk. Her hands are clasped in front of her while his hands are linked behind his back. He is not at all attractive, but the Princess is humoring her father because she is going to ask for his permission to marry Alchron soon. She is unsure how she is going to get that permission., but she will be Alchron’s wife. Her strong mind is set. Nobody else will do.

“Can I accompany you to the ball at the end of the month?” Edward asks hopefully.

“I am unable to attend.”

His face falls with disappointment.

Guilt fills her. “I am sorry.”

Edward turns to her and takes her hand in his. “I have a tender for you. I would like to see where it takes us?” His hopeful eyes search hers.

“Get your hands off her,” Alchron snaps from his place on his horses back.

The Princess jumps back. “Alchron,” she whispers. Where did he come from?

He jumps from his horse and stands in front of them. The Princess’ heart flutters at the sight of her virile creature. Large, muscular, and dominant, just like his love making. Every night, for six months, they have been lovers and not the gentle type of lovers, either. They’ve taken each other with passion and aggression. He takes what he wants when he wants it. He has gently taught her how to make love and she has rewarded him with her unbridled desires. He can have her anyway he wants to, and he does.

“Do not dare touch the princess.” He growls.

“Alchron,” she whispers again. What is he doing? He will ruin her marriage plans if the king becomes suspicious of their love.

Edward smiles sarcastically. “I was simply asking her majesty to accompany me to the ball. Settle down.”

The princess’ eyes widen. Edward has gone raving mad and must have a death wish. Nobody speaks to Alchron like that and lives to tell the tale.

Alchron’s furious eyes hold his. “Let me make myself clear… The Princess is unavailable for courtship.”

“I don’t think—” Edward cuts him off.

“If you dare ask for her companionship again, I shall have your heart on the end of my sword.” He growls, unable to contain his fury. How dare he make a move on his woman. Nobody gets to touch her but him.

The princess’s eyes widen in shock.

Edward stands still for a moment as he assesses the situation. “Very well,” he murmurs before he scurries back to the house.

Alchron’s breath quivers as he tries to regain composure and he stands with his back to her.

“Alchron,” she whispers.

“Don’t!” he snaps. “You do not entertain other men.”

She hesitates as she stares at his back. “He is a friend.”

“Who I am prepared to kill.”

“I love you,” she whispers.

His dark eyes hold hers. “I will not lose you.”

She smiles softly at her protector. “No. You will not.



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The sound of my suitcase zipper wakes me from my deep slumber and I frown as I look around my darkened room. Alastar is dressed and at the end of my bed closing my suitcase. I sit up to rest on my elbows and frown.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I just packed you a few things.”

I frown in question.

“I thought we could go back to my house this morning.” He smiles as he climbs up the bed to reward me with a gentle kiss on the lips.

It’s too early to think.

His lips drop to my neck. “Umm.” Have I got anything on today?

He pulls me back into his arms as he falls beside me.

“Can’t we hang here today?” I ask. “Why did you pack me clothes?”

“Why stay here when we can have my house to ourselves? I just packed things for tonight, and tomorrow for work,” he replies.

I smirk. “I don’t know any other men who would feel comfortable packing a bag for a female.”

He raises a sarcastic brow but holds his tongue. Hmm, he does have a good point, though. Alone in luxury or roomy shared shit. “I suppose so.” I sigh. I stand, get out of bed and grab a towel. “I’m going to take a shower first. Why don’t you make us some coffee? I will be about ten minutes.”

“Sure.” He smiles happily.

I frown as I leave the room and start my shower. Something tells me that I just got coerced into spending the weekend with Alastar O’shea and I didn’t even know it.



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Forty minutes later, I stand like a nervous child as Alastar turns the key and unlocks the door to his beautiful home. Last time I was here I was in furious tears. Furious that I had let myself fall for Alastar and even more furious that he was denying the feelings I knew he felt for me. He slowly opens the door and I walk in tentatively. He senses my apprehension.