Alpha’s Tormented Seductress

Liam walked into his room with a broad smile on his face.

He had just met the most intriguing girl ever and he was not yet down from the high. He chuckled whether recalled their interaction after she had asked him if he was the cause of his own apparent suicide attempt.

He eventually didn’t end up correcting her blunder and watched as she abused him to his own face all night.

He could already imagine her face when she realised that the person she had been bashing verbally was sitting beside the all through. He was sure that you would go beat route red and run away as fast as she could while stumbling on her feet.

The mental image his mind conjured up was enough to have him doubling over in laughter.

I couldn’t help but recall their last few interactions before they separated from each other. After she had had her fill with verbally bashing him, she had asked him what the Prince had done so make him want to kill himself.

Obviously he had to play along as he had already lied to her that his name was Michael and changing the story at that point would for the soil her image of him. He had played the sympathy card and told her I didn’t want to talk about it.

She had let him off because to her, he was someone with an unstable mental health. He felt bad exploiting her kindness like that but he had a plan of totally changing our opinion of him while staying by her side.

Once her opinion of him was solidified, he would reveal his identity to her and apologized profusely while explaining why he had to do what he did.

He was sure that it would take time to get her to forgive him but he was ready to keep on begging because she was the only person who had made him smile in years.

For years now he had fought with himself and the world because he had been betrayed badly by a very close friend.

He was the heir to the throne so he made sure not to neglect his duties but he couldn’t bring himself to associate with people like he did when he was younger. He had shut himself from everyone including his own family.

He had locked himself away from the world for a few years after the incident and when he came of age, he began to slowly and covertly take over the operations of the kingdom from his father.

He would go for meetings with the council of elders and make decisions just like a proper heir would and then it was back to his room for him. He fought battles and went for missions under the guise of a mask.

People knew what he went by but they didn’t know that he was actually the eldest prince who was rumoured to be ugly, vile tempered and weak.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

If they had known that the person they addressed as  Cold General was actually the eldest prince of Venice they would immediately protest in disbelief.

The cold general two years ago had began his journey of winning wars endlessly for Venice. He had never lost a battle and he was rumoured to be ruthless to cunning and very decisive. Liam had maintained the image everybody had of him in order to lower their Guard towards him.

What the enemies didn’t see coming would have higher chances of defeating them.

He had never seen a reason to change that fact until today. You really wanted to make sure that he was the total opposite of whatever Alyssa had heard of him.

Before they had separated, he had asked her to promise him that she would see him every night in that same spot. For in that was a lot of progress in his plan to change our opinions of him.

She had agreed to his request on the condition that he didn’t try to kill himself again no matter how hard things got. Inwardly he was chocolate at a misconception on him trying to end his life but outside he had maintained the conflicted expression before affirming to a request. She seemed to be satisfied and they are chatted a bit before going to their various rooms.

Now as he lay on his bed, he couldn’t help but remember every little details about her. From the way the corner of eyes crinkled anytime she smiled to the way she always tried to catch a glimpse of him while she thought he was not looking.

He really loved her voice, her laughter, her face that was almost always red because she always got flustered, the way she touched her nose when she felt awkward and embarrassed and most especially and violet eyes. He was oddly drawn to them as they seemed like an abyss of endless seduction.

He found every bit of her cute and innocent and the Wolf in him clawed at a chance to ruin every bit of that innocent. He didn’t want to hurt her as that would make him hurt.

He wanted to unravel her layers bit by bit and taint her innocence but he knew not to rush into things lest she got scared and ran away.

He was going to slowly ease into thing and make her want him as much as he wanted her.

What he felt for her was not by any chance live,  it was unbridled lust and a time he of adoration.

He just couldn’t wait till she was red faced under him, not out embarrassment or being flustered but because she is oversensitive from multiple orgasms.

He couldn’t wait to see her the next day.

He had to keep up his charade of being an assistant but he would gladly do so just to catch a glimpse of her.

He soon freshened up and laid on his bed in preparation to sleep.

As he drifted off,  only one name was on his tongue and in his dreams.

Alyssa!