Alpha’s Tormented Seductress

Liam’s men returned to him by the second day, their faces marked with exhaustion and dirt. Liam, usually composed and collected, couldn’t help but fidget in his seat as they entered the room. He motioned for them to sit, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Well?” he demanded, his voice laced with impatience. “What have you found?”

One of the men cleared his throat nervously, pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s her, sir,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s Alyssa.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched tightly. The name slashed through him like a knife, reopening wounds that he thought had healed long ago. “Alyssa,” he repeated, the name dripping with contempt. “She dares to go by another name?”

The second man hesitated for a moment before adding, “Yes, sir. She calls herself Reina now.”

Liam scoffed, his anger boiling within him. He had spent years consumed with thoughts of revenge, of making her pay for the pain she had caused him. And here she was, creating a life for herself while he had wasted away in his bitterness.

“She dares to build a life with these people?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “She will pay for what she has done to me!”

He rose from his seat abruptly, his chair crashing to the floor behind him as he stormed out of the room. His men followed close behind, wary of his temper. Liam’s mind raced with thoughts of destroying her newfound happiness, crushing her under his heel just as she had done to him.

As he returned to the meeting with the Prince of Alexandria, Liam’s face was flushed with anger and regret. He entered the room, his jaw clenched, and saw the disapproving gaze of the prince resting on him.

“Apologies, Your Highness,” Liam muttered, his voice barely audible. “An urgent matter required my attention.”

The prince raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I would hope so, considering you interrupted our discussion,” he replied curtly.

Liam swallowed his pride, forced to endure the consequences of his impulsive actions. He knew he needed the prince’s support if he wanted to exact his revenge on Alyssa.

“I am truly sorry, Your Highness,” Liam said, his voice laced with sincerity. “I assure you, it won’t happen again.”

The prince folded his arms, peering at Liam with a discerning gaze. After a moment, he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “We shall continue our discussion tomorrow.”

Liam nodded gratefully, his mind racing with plans to crush Alyssa’s newfound happiness. He had waited long enough for his revenge, and now he would stop at nothing to see it through.

And as he walked out of the room, his heart filled with a twisted determination. He knew that once he found Alyssa, there would be no mercy.

…

Liam couldn’t get her out of his mind. Alyssa consumed his thoughts day and night, leaving him restless and unfocused on the matters at hand. As he found himself trapped in the bustling city of Alexandria, attending crucial meetings and engaging in diplomatic discussions with various delegates, his desire to see her grew with each passing moment.

Though he couldn’t escape the responsibilities that held him bound to Alexandria, Liam was determined to find a way to see Alyssa. He dispatched his most trusted men to keep an eye on her, ensuring her safety and offering him some peace of mind. But mere updates and surveillance footage were not enough for him; he craved a personal encounter.

Weeks passed, and the weight of responsibility began to take its toll on Liam. He longed for a reprieve from the relentless demands of his position. Then, one fateful day, an opportunity presented itself, seemingly out of nowhere. A meeting was canceled, freeing up a precious few hours in his schedule.

His heart racing with anticipation, Liam instructed his guard to prepare his carriage, eager to finally go out and see Alyssa for himself. As he made his way through the streets of Alexandria, his eyes were peeled for any sign of her. It was then that he spotted his guards up ahead, speaking animatedly amongst themselves.

Pulling up next to them, Liam leaned out of the carriage. “What news do you bring?” he questioned, his voice exuding a mix of hope and impatience.

One of the guards stepped forward, a look of excitement dancing in his eyes. “My lord, we have just received word that the lady you seek has entered the palace.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Liam’s heart sank momentarily, disappointed that he had once again missed the chance to see her. Nonetheless, determination fueled his every move. “Then let us hasten to the palace and discover the reason for her visit,” he declared, urging his carriage forward.

As Liam entered the palace, his attention was immediately diverted by the familiar voice of Prince Admond. The Prince made his way towards Liam, surrounded by an air of regal authority. “Ah, my dear friend, Liam!” he boomed, clasping Liam’s hand in his own.

“Prince Admond, it is always an honor,” Liam replied politely, disguising his eagerness to find Alyssa.

The Prince grinned mischievously. “You must meet someone, Liam. Someone who has captivated my heart and soul, just as she will yours.” With a theatrical flourish, Prince Admond gestured towards a figure standing nearby.

Liam’s eyes widened in disbelief as his gaze fell upon her – Alyssa. She stood there, radiant and ethereal, her eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and delight. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded into oblivion.

“My lord,” Alyssa managed to utter, her voice filled with wonder and an underlying hint of longing.

Liam, his voice barely above a whisper, replied, “Alyssa, I have searched for you tirelessly. Fate has brought us together at last.”