Alpha, Are You Blind?

Chapter 6

Jennifer’s POV

When I got back to the palace, Lucas stopped me at the threshold of my room, his expression a mix of concern and reproach. “What took you so long? It’s nearly dinnertime,” he said, giving me an accusing look.

“My apologies. I happened to run into my father and we had a brief conversation,” I explained.

Lucas scrutinized my face. He reached up and ruffled a strand of my hair, and he arched his eyebrow when he saw the mark left by my stepmother’s slap. Instead of showing me any sympathy, he remarked with a chuckle,“Seems like you and your father were quite close.”

I forced a smile in response to his mockery.

Lucas let go of my hair. He lowered his gaze and squinted when his eyes landed upon my wrist.

“Where is the watch I gave you the other day?”

Oh no.

I fidgeted with my hands under his intense stare.

Calm down, Jennifer. Calm down.

I told myself and finally worked out a proper excuse. “His Highness expressed that he didn’t want me wearing gifts from other men,”I said as I bowed my head down, gazing at the ground to show my vulnerability.

Lucas grunted in contempt and said, “His Highness is expecting you upstairs. You shall change quickly and join him.”

Noticing that he was about to leave, I asked causally, “Where are you off to? His Highness might need you. I assume you wouldn’t want to be missed.”

Offering no explanation, Lucas simply stated, “I’ll be back after dinner.”

I hurried back to my room to change out of my outdoor attire. After that I quickly ran upstairs to Ryan’s room. Pushing the door open, I found Ryan reclining on the couch with the blindfold still covering his eyes. Wondering if he was asleep, I slowly walked over and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m awake,” Ryan said.

“Lucas just left without mentioning his destination…” I was about to go on about the day when Ryan gestured me for silence.

He extended his left hand, showing me a delicate watch. I remembered in an instant the watch Lucas had mentioned, which triggered a sudden realisation—This house is bugged.

“What did you and your father discuss?” Ryan asked.

Carefully choosing my words, I responded, “My father... gave a lecture on me. He emphasized that I should stay by your side and take good care of you to seek forgiveness.”

“Nothing more?” Ryan probed.

“Nothing else,” I affirmed.

“Help me up to the bathroom,” Ryan requested as he rose.

Guiding him to the bathroom door, I halted outside. But I felt a tug and stumbled forward. My head bumped into Ryan’s chest, while the door clicked shut.

I hadn’t even steadied myself from his arms when I heard a soft, low voice from above my head.

“He hit you?”

“Not my father. It was my stepmother,” I said.

Ryan’s gentle touch traced my swollen cheek, causing me to inhale sharply. Concern etched on his face, and he inquired, “Did they give you a hard time?”

With a bitter laugh, I leaned against the sink and admitted, “They always do. But don’t worry. I’ve grown accustomed to it. In their eyes, I’m just a slave.”

After a moment of silence, Ryan stated, “The chauffeur assigned to you today is one of my men. You can rely on him when you need to go out. That would be safer.”

I nodded, suddenly remembering what my father had instructed me to do. “Your Highness，I have something to tell you. My father asked me to steal a dark green box from your study.”

Ryan bowed his head, his head resting on his chest in a typical contemplative pose. I didn’t want to interrupt his thinking, and I was afraid that if we stayed in there long enough, we’d arouse Lucas’s suspicions. Just as I was about to push my way out, Ryan grasped me by my coat. “I understand what they want. Stay in my room tonight and we’ll put on a show for them.”

Ryan’s POV

Clang!

I kicked the bathroom door open from the inside, causing the sturdy frame to shudder violently in its wake.

Jennifer stumbled out in tears, crying in horror as she fled.

“Your Highness! Please, Your Highness, I beg of you! I know my mistakes! I didn’t mean it... I can’t bear it anymore... Please, have mercy and let me go!” she pleaded desperately.

Standing before the bathroom door, I advanced methodically, following the direction of the voice step by step with precision honed by familiarity. Even without assistance, I moved effortlessly within the confines of my own space.

Jennifer evaded me and trotted all the way to the corner of the sofa, seeking refuge. Closing in steadily, I reminded her firmly, “Don’t forget what you’re here for.”

Her pleas continued, “But I can’t... I truly can’t, Your Highness! I’m still underage... I can’t...”

“Can’t? Don’t you know the debts owed by your father and brother must be repaid by you?” I challenged sternly.

She faltered, murmuring, “But... Justin is my stepbrother, we were distant since childhood, and I’m... I’m here only because my father made a wrong choice….”

“A wrong choice?”I laughed. “Your father suggested that he has a daughter, more suitable than a son to stay in my care. Do you really think he does not know what things you will face after you come over?“

She looked at me in terror, trembling like autumn leaves.

“You’d better be a good girl and kneel properly. I may pardon today’s offense against me,” I offered, cornering her to the edge of the sofa.

Jennifer was shaking, and her voice was tinged with a faint cry, “Must I bear the blame for their sins, Your Highness?”

Seated haughtily on the sofa, I watched her coldly, extending my hand towards her.“Come here,” I commanded.

She complied, taking my hand and climbed up, perching on my lap. Concerned she might fall, I placed a comforting hand on her backside. She buried her head in the crook of my neck and muttered in a voice that only we could hear, “I’m exhausted from crying. My eyes ache. When could we stop this play? I’m weary of this charade.”

“As you wish,”I smirked and began to rub my body against hers. Our bodies pressed together on the couch, igniting a primal desire within me. My c**k hardened in my pants and my grip on her waist instinctively tightened.

Fuck, I wanted to take her on this couch right now. The idea was so tempting that I tried very hard to resist it. Yielding to such impulses would betray my promise to her.

Feeling my arousal, Jennifer blushed and offered, “Um, do you want me to...”

Of course I wanted to. I also knew that if I said YES, she wouldn’t hesitate to go along with me. She may help me jerk off, or take my c**k in her mouth. God, I missed the warmness of her mouth.

Yet taking advantage of her at a moment like this was just scummy, especially after I’d promised her something similar wouldn’t happen again. My conscience wouldn’t allow me to do that. I needed to keep my word.

So I sneered and said, “Your technique sucks. I’d rather jerk off myself.”

Startled, Jennifer stood up in a hurry and said, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’ll help you zip it up.”

The hand I raised to move away accidentally slapped onto her arm, causing a red mark on her flesh. I couldn’t help but grab her arm and rub it gently.

Jennifer stiffened for a moment and pulled her arm back from my hands, “Your Highness... I’ll learn properly ...... please ...... don’t hit me again... ...”

Oh, that’s not one of our pre-arranged lines. She’s such a drama queen. I couldn’t help but laugh, “As long as you behave yourself, I won’t hit you. I can’t get enough of someone as pretty as you, how could I hit you?”

I said as I stood up and straightened my clothes and let go of her.“Go to my study and get a book for me. We’ll dine here. Plus, you shall stay tonight. I’ll educate you gradually on all that you need to learn.” I paused and gave her a wicked smile,“In my bed.”

Taken aback, Jennifer gazed at me in disbelief and then wrinkled her nose in dismay.

I was expecting this, for what I said wasn’t one of our pre-arranged lines either.

So what? I welcomed the spontaneity. If she could improvise, so could I.