The Alpha’s Slave

Chapter 92

SEBASTIAN’S POV

When she told me she loved me, it felt amazing and lifted my mood. I felt like I was on top of the world. I never saw it coming. I liked her since that day at the auction hall, but her actions and words made me think she didn’t feel the same.

As she held me tight and I held her tighter, feeling the softness of her tender body against mine and taking in the jasmine scent of her hair, I couldn’t help but remember the time she said our love was impossible, considering a lot of conditions. And that I should never tell her that ‘I love her’. But today, right this moment, she said it back to me, and my heart burst with joy and satisfaction knowing that we have managed to eliminate the barriers hindering us from loving each other.

After what felt like forever, a forever I never wanted to finish, she slowly let go of the hug, a bit embarrassed. But she didn’t need to be. She said exactly what I wanted to hear and did exactly what I wanted her to do too.

Her tender gaze slowly travelled from my chest to my face, as soft as a caress. After a while, her eyes stopped on my lips. She seemed unsure, and I could hear her heart beating fast against her soft, rising chest.

I gently held her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. I was about to speak when her next move surprised me completely.

She stood on tiptoes, put her hand around my neck, and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her hunger was insatiable and caught me off guard, contrasting with her calm demeanour. I never saw it coming, and it surprised me in the best way possible.

Suddenly, she pulled away like she did the first time we kissed, leaving me wanting more. Leaving me wondering why.

“I’m… really sorry, Sebastian,” she stammered, avoiding eye contact, trying to explain. “It’s so silly and thoughtless of me to do this now… please forgive me.”

“It’s not at all and I don’t forgive you for it,” I replied quickly and without warning, took her by the side of her jaw and reclaimed her lips, kissing her twice as passionately as she did to me.

Since standing on tiptoes was hard for her, I lifted her by the hips, held her light frame, and balanced her on my lower torso. My fingers traced her backside as our mouths explored the recesses of each other’s. This time, she won’t pull away.

I pinned her against the wall for better support, peppering her face and neck with tantalizing kisses. My hands ravaged her supple thighs, desperate to explore underneath her gown. Soft moans escaped her lips as she carelessly ran her finger over my hair, ruffling it out of shape.

This wasn’t the right time or place. Catherine was just confirmed dead and someone could barge in on us. But fuck it! I didn’t give a damn anymore. My whole body was burning with so much passion and desire I couldn’t stop.

My member was excited and yearned to be free to delve into her and explore. Holding her steady against the wall with my left arm, I quickly tried to undo my belt and pull off my pants with my right arm. Just then, the distant wail of police sirens outside grabbed our attention, interrupting our moment.

The police and maybe the reporters are here. As the Alpha king and the deceased’s husband, I have to be there when they come to talk to them and let them know what happened.

Damn! Why does it have to be now? Why do they have to spoil this special moment that took forever to finally come?

I wanted to pick up where we left off, but she urged me to stop.

“Sebastian, Sebastian,” she placed a hand on my chest to hold me back, turning her face to avoid my lips. “We have to stop. We can’t keep going like this. The police are here, and they’ll need you.”

I stopped and leaned my forehead against hers, our hard breathing in unison, escaping in the form of deprived desire.

“Alright,” I said after much hesitation and gently put her down. I fixed my messy hair, easily getting it back in shape; it was still a bit damp from yesterday’s hair cream. “You can stay in your room for now. We’ll pick up where we left off when everything settles… that’s if you still want to.”

She nodded slowly, seeming a bit hesitant, as she composed herself. Once ready, we left together. I walked her to her room, and then I headed to the main part of the castle. My mind couldn’t stop replaying the scenario again and again.

*****

Because of my authority and position, I managed to shake off the police easily, and my most trusted bodyguard handled the reporters. Things were going smoothly until I found out Catherine’s mom hired a private investigator to look into her death. Maybe she wasn’t fully convinced her daughter accidentally took her life.

I observed closely, feeling a mix of emotions, as the investigator interviewed my bodyguards and the castle maids. I wasn’t bothered because I knew they had my back just as much as I had theirs.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The investigator seemed serious and kept a professional demeanour, never showing signs of fatigue. It felt like she had endless energy. After questioning others, she came to me. I couldn’t ignore the way she eyed me, almost like I was her main suspect. Regardless, I wasn’t scared because I was innocent, and to hell with her if she thought she could intimidate me in my castle and kingdom.

She wore a woollen coat over a turtleneck, giving off a no-nonsense vibe. Probably in her late thirties, she looked too tall for a lady in those wedge heels. Her sharp golden-brown eyes could easily distinguish the bad from the good. Sporting a pixie cut dyed silver platinum, it almost seemed like her natural hair colour. She had a long badge hanging around her neck, reaching down to where her belly button would be.

“Good morning, Alpha Sebastian,” she greeted politely, though without a smile. She seemed like someone who didn’t smile much. “I’m truly sorry for your loss,” I acknowledged with a nod. “In my questioning, I found out there was a witness at the murder scene named Brianna Campbell.”

“Yes,” I mumbled, crossing my arms defensively over my chest. “Is anything the problem?”

“Not at all. Since she was the only witness at the murder scene, her statement is crucial for the investigation. Hope you don’t mind bringing her in for questioning?”

Her referring to it as a ‘murder scene’ sounded unsettling. It made it sound like either Brianna or I was responsible for intentionally killing Catherine in cold blood.

Her sharp gaze was fixed on me as if searching for something incriminating.

“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t mind. I’ll go get her.”

“Not you,” she restrained me by holding my arm. “Let one of my colleagues go get her.”

I furrowed my brows and blinked in confusion. What was she trying to achieve? Why wouldn’t she let me go bring Brianna myself? Was she worried I’d tell Brianna to lie as a cover-up? If that was the reason, then she was greatly mistaken and unbelievable.

“That won’t be necessary,” I protested. “Whether I bring her or your colleague does, it doesn’t matter at all.”

“It does matter, Alpha Sebastian,” she replied firmly as if intentionally trying to provoke me. “For the sake of the investigation, I advise you not to. Just let me handle what I’m here for. Okay?”

I nodded reluctantly. She signalled to one of her colleagues, who was lurking like a security dog, to come over. I directed him to Brianna’s room but insisted that the head maid accompany him to avoid frightening Brianna.

She hadn’t been here for even an hour, and she was already irritating me. I blamed my guys for letting her in, considering she wasn’t from around here. They explained they couldn’t stop her because she had a warrant, high-ranking colleagues, and, most importantly, was sent by Catherine’s mom.