Alpha's Bride Mate

Jealousy

Annabelle decided to avert her gaze from the two in the hall and appreciate the different form of beauties in the hall, not untill she looked back to dance floor and couldn't find the pair anymore.

She felt some kind of anxiety and couldn't stop her legs as she entered the differents sides of the banquet, she could sight a lot of unfamiliar faces but then none was Advay.

Her fingers digged into her palms subconsciously as she looked everywhere.

She bumped into a maid who was serving drinks.

"Your highness, are you lost?"

"Urg- uhm yes" she answered her gaze still scanning for any sight of her husband.

She was scared, scared that he would go to seek pleasure with another woman since she had been avoiding physical pleasure with him

He was entitled to have already have her in bed but because of her ridiculous fear, she has been pushing him away.

What if he takes on a new mistress that would satisfy him in ways she could not.

An overwhelming rage begin to fill her up.

"Can you show me the way back to the royal chamber?" she said to the maid whose head was still bowed in front of her.

Upon entering the bedroom, she still couldn't get her mind off what Advay might be doing, She paced back and front restlessly waiting in the room for Advay but it was already deep into the night but he wasn't back yet.

Thoughts of Isabella naked under him, appeared in her head and she quickly pushed the thoughts away, but her train of thought kept going to imagining her husband seeking pleasure with other ladies.

She halted when the door was pushed open to reveal Advay.

"Where were you?" Annabelle asked, blood pumping at the back of her head

"Why?" Advay asked back, walking charmingly towards her.

"You left the party,with princess Isabella" Anna Annabelle said, calling on all the courage she could mutter.

"And?"

"What do you mean by that? Where did you go with her? You left me to accompany her!" Annabelle couldn't stop the irritation growing in her.

He continued coming closer to her, until they were locked with little space between them.

She inhaled, and all that she could breath was that familiar spicy scent of his, she took two step back to avoid his allure from mercing with her head.

She avoided his gaze, that had a dangerous look in them.

But Advay raised her chin up, forcing her to look back at him, he slowly observed the distress in her eyes.

"Wife.. are you jealous?" He tilted his head slightly while asking.

It made Annabelle froze.

Yes, was she jealous? If not why did she feel a stinging pain when he took another woman into his arms to dance, why was she questioning him in such a fierce way...

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you your highness " she spoke, averting her gaze again.

Advay watched her carefully and something gleamed in his eyes, his lips curled up into a resisting smile but then he ended up laughing.

It was the first time Anna heard him laugh, it came out beautiful, distracting her from her moment of embarrassment.

"Look at me, wife" he gestures to his face but she only seem to avoid him more.

"You were the one who pushed me into the arms of another woman and now you are blaming me. One moment you are pushing me away and the next you don't want me with another woman. You confuse me Annabelle"

"That's not true" Annabelle denied.

"Then... Will you consider sleeping in my arms? Not giving me your back at night while I fantasize every night on how to get close to my own wife"

Annabelle blushed hard on his words, she never really considered the fact that she was being cold to him.

That night, Advay had gathered her in his warm embrace and for the first time she felt getting married was not necessarily a bad thing.

His arms cuddled her like a baby, except that in between the night she felt his warmth increasing but was too deep in sleep to wake up.

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Advay never knew he had such little control to his desires untill he wanted to hold his wife to sleep but ended up having pure desire boiling in him like a volcano.

It didn't help that her luscious body was pressed against his, her breast pressed against his hard chest and her soft body resting in his embrace.

He hardly catch a wink of sleep through out the night while she slept so peacefully, he was tempted to run his hands over her curves and run his lips over her pale skin.

He wanted to take things slow with her, she was like an angel he didn't want to taint except she kept tempting him like a little devil.

God! He prayed he survived the night.

He thought that sharing a bed with him a wife's back to him in bed was a punishment but right now this felt like a bigger punishment.

It was scarcely morning when he left bed to have a cold shower before leaving the room with dark circles and his wife snoring so softly.

Not aware of the drama she caused at night, he shook his head and then left the room, informing the maids to tell her to have breakfast with him in their private dinning.

Maybe it was time he let her know that just as patient as he could be, he was a man too.

Desires was a part of his blood not to talk of her being hus mate making the physical attraction stronger.

And yes, he saw the attraction in hers too, as much as he wanted her she also wanted him and it was time for him to take her like a seven course meal.

His mind wandered to the party and to his brother who almost had his lips on Ann's skin. If he was bent on having a taste of his wrath then he shall let him get a taste then.