Forbidden Seductions

Chapter-11

Althenea's POV

As I turned around, my heart skipped a beat. There stood Alaric, his presence filling the doorway. Anger radiated from him, and his jaw clenched tight. Valaris hurriedly excused himself and headed to the bathroom to get dressed. My heart raced, and I felt a sudden surge of nervousness wash over me.

"Why are you here, my lord?" I stammered, my voice betraying my unease. "You could have called me if there was something you needed."

Alaric's gaze didn't waver as he spoke, his voice slightly curt: "I was here to check on both of you, but most importantly, I heard that one of Amber's security guards was off duty, and I wanted to see if Valaris could take the shift."

Valaris piped in, his fatigue evident: "I'm a bit tired, but I can do the shift."

With that, Valaris left the room, leaving me alone with Alaric. The tension in the air was detectable, and I found myself not knowing where to look or what to say. Alaric's presence was overwhelming, and his stern demeanor only added to my apprehension.

His gaze bore into me, and I felt a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. "Is there something you wish to talk about?" I ventured, breaking the heavy silence.

His eyes flickered for a moment, as if he were wrestling with his thoughts. "No, just ensuring everything is in order," he finally replied, his tone a touch softer.

Before I could say anything more, he turned and left the room, his presence lingering even after he was gone. I let out a sigh, my heart racing from the encounter. I lay back down, my mind whirling with thoughts of Alaric.

The morning arrived, bringing with it a soft light that filtered through the curtains. I got out of bed and went about my usual routine of bathing and getting dressed for the day.

I made my way to the servant's kitchen, where the hustle and bustle of the staff preparing breakfast filled the air.

After my bath, I headed down to the servant's kitchen. The atmosphere shifted as I entered, with eyes turning toward me with a mix of jealousy and curiosity from the women and a blatant hunger from some of the men. I spotted Lily, a familiar face among the sea of strangers.

Her warm smile welcomed me as I took a seat across from her. She was someone I had come to trust in this unfamiliar place.

"Good morning, Lily," I greeted her.

"Good morning, Valera," Lily replied, her eyes full of kindness. "How did you sleep?"

I sighed softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Honestly, it was a bit strange. But I suppose that's to be expected."

Lily chuckled and said, "Yes, this castle can be quite overwhelming at times. But you'll get used to it."

We chatted about various things, from the castle's routines to the people who worked there. It was comforting to have someone to talk to, someone who could guide me through this new environment.

As we talked, breakfast was served—a simple spread of fruit, bread, and tea. The women around us exchanged knowing glances, and some whispered among themselves. It was clear that my presence here was a topic of discussion among the staff.

Amid the chatter and clinking of utensils, I couldn't help but steal occasional glances around the room. I wondered what Alaric was doing at that moment.

Fuck my life, I am obsessed with this guy.

After a satisfying breakfast and a pleasant chat with Lily, the day continued to unfold at its own pace. Soon, all of us servants gathered in a spacious hall, the air buzzing with excitement. The head of the servants, Mr. Dubey, stepped onto a raised platform at the front. Clearing his throat, he began to address the assembled group.

"Two days from now, it's Princess Amelia's birthday," he announced, his voice carrying through the hall. "King Alexander has decided to organize a grand ball in celebration. As a result, you will all be required to put in a few extra hours of work."

The news was met with a collective sigh of frustration. People muttered among themselves, clearly unhappy about the prospect of additional tasks. Mr. Dubey clapped his hands, silencing the discontent. "Fear not, for your efforts won't go unrewarded. You will receive extra pay for your work, and you will also have to serve as maids and waiters, and then you will have the opportunity to enjoy the feast right after the guests leave."

Working at a ball is far more interesting than actually going to it. I always go to balls only to get hosted in conversation with either the most important people or the most perverted ones. All I did was talk some business, get my share of the profit, have some expensive wine, and leave in an hour.

A sense of eagerness seemed to replace some of the earlier annoyance. We knew that these feasts were grand affairs, full of sumptuous delicacies that we wouldn't normally get to enjoy. Mr. Dubey's voice continued, outlining the plan for the day.

"My assistants will assign you specific tasks for your daily chores," he stated firmly. "And by 4 PM, I expect each and every one of you to gather in the ballroom, prepared for your designated roles. There will be a variety of tasks to choose from, and each of you can select two based on your abilities.

Punctuality is of the utmost importance. We do not want any delays, especially not for such a significant occasion. Is that clear?"

A chorus of nods and affirmations rippled through the room, and I joined in, acknowledging the instructions along with the others. As Mr. Dubey concluded his speech, we formed separate lines based on gender. It was both an organized and chaotic movement as we awaited our tasks for the day.

When my turn came, I stepped up to the counter, where Mr. Dubey's assistant awaited. She glanced at me, her gaze scrutinizing my face as if trying to figure out something. Finally, she spoke, her tone composed yet authoritative: "You'll be responsible for cleaning and organizing King Alexander's chambers today. Two more maids will join you shortly. move"

I nodded, absorbing the information, and then moved away, allowing the next person in line to step forward. With a deep breath, I headed in the direction of King Alexander's chambers, my steps echoing in the grand corridors. I couldn't wait to step into his room, my heart racing with anticipation. This was the perfect opportunity to uncover any hidden secrets he might be harboring, including the truth behind my brother's death. Being a dark fairy granted me access to dark magic, and all I needed was a tiny piece of Alexander's being—a strand of his hair would suffice. It would give me the means to delve into his history and uncover any sinister plots or involvement he might have had in my brother's demise. A malicious smile curled on my lips as I considered the possibilities.

Entering his chamber, I found him lounging on a grand couch, savoring a goblet filled with blood. His gaze swept over me, leaving a trail of discomfort as if he were visually assaulting me. Before he could continue his scrutiny, I spoke, my tone respectful but firm: "I

I am here to clean your room, my lord."

fucking pig

He acknowledged my presence with a nod and a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Indeed. I instructed Julie to assign you the task of tending to my chambers."

With a subtle nod of compliance, I set to work, beginning with cleaning the sprawling desk. His gaze remained fixated on me, and I focused on my task, all the while plotting how to obtain that strand of hair. Moving on, I cleared the bookshelf, my hands moving deftly as I pretended not to notice his intense scrutiny.

Suddenly, a sound reached my ears—the unbuckling of a belt, something sliding down. My heart raced, but I kept my focus on the task at hand, pretending not to register the strange noise. However, as I turned my attention to tidying the bed, I witnessed a sight that left me speechless and taken aback.

Alexander was now stroking himself while his eyes were locked on me. My breath hitched, and I found myself frozen in place, my mind struggling to process the scene before me. His actions were audacious, almost brazen, and a mixture of shock and anger coursed through me.

The day I get out of this castle, I am going to chop his d**k and feed it to his f*****g family.

He eventually stopped his actions, his gaze still fixed on me, and he gestured for me to come closer.

Two can play this game, honey.

I managed a seductive smile, masking my true emotions, and moved towards him.I settled myself next to him, placing my hands on his thighs as if playing along with his desires. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, as if this motherfucker would orgasm just at my touch. My mind was racing, and a flurry of disgust warred within me.

Seizing the opportunity, I discreetly removed my locket and ring, making sure he remained oblivious to my actions. Then, with false seductiveness, I brought my face tantalizingly close to his. "What else could I do to please you, my lord?" I purred, my tone dripping with mock sultriness.

His response was almost a purr; his desires were brazenly vocalized. "Having your tight, hot p***y wrapped around me would be more than satisfying, Valera."

This pervert will someday be my father-in-law.

Suppressing the wave of disgust that threatened to engulf me, I offered a coy smile. "Your desires are my commands, my lord," I replied, my voice a measured blend of obedience and allure.

With a calculated movement, I stood and straddled his lap, my actions a mix of submission and manipulation. I allowed myself to grind against him ever so slightly, playing into his fantasies. But behind the facade, my mind was focused.

As our gazes locked, a mantra danced on my lips, a spell that I chanted almost subconsciously. I intended to manipulate him, to bend his will to my command, and to uncover the truth hidden beneath his veneer. It was a dangerous gamble, and the stakes were higher than I'd ever imagined.

Once I was certain that the spell had taken hold, I gracefully rose from his lap and moved to sit on a nearby stool. It was time to extract the answers I desperately sought. My voice was steady as I began, "Tell me, who are you?" His response came, slurred as if intoxicated, "I am the great Vampire King Alexander."

Great, my foot

My eyes bore into his, searching for any flicker of falsehood. "Have you ever ended the life of a fae?" I pressed. His reply came with an almost careless drawl: "Never. I have ventured into the Fae dimension on occasion, but I didn't even dare touch a Fae, let alone kill one."

My curiosity rose: "Why didn't you even touch a fae?" He replied, his tone carrying a tone of fear. "the queen of Avalon. She can destroy anyone who even looks at her fellow mates. I would never dare piss her off".

I smirked, probing deeper. "Are you familiar with the fact that the queen's brother is dead?" He answered, confirming what I'd already known: "Of course. It happened five years ago. His demise was directed by his traitorous sister."

What the f**k did he just say?

His words hit me like a jolt. How could he say that? I inquired further, my tone stern, "And how did you come by this information? Who told you that Avalon's ruler met his end at the hands of his sibling?" His response sent shockwaves through me, a revelation that shattered my preconceptions about "my sources."

God, please send all the assholes out there who are spreading this nonsense rumor about me.

The room seemed to hang in a thick silence as I posed my next question. "Have you ever overheard or discovered any plots to kill a fae?" His response was a slow, reluctant shake of his head—a clear indication that he had not.

As I gathered what I needed from him, a mixture of relief and frustration washed over me. It was becoming increasingly clear that Alexander wasn't directly involved in the plot that had taken my brother's life. My initial suspicions had been off the mark, and I found myself tussling with the uncertainty of who the true culprits were.

With a sigh of concession, I plucked a strand of hair from his head. This strand was a key component of the magic I intended to perform. As a dark fairy, I possess the ability to manipulate and control people using dark magic, and I'll be using this power on Alexander by manipulating his thoughts and mindset my way, whenever and wherever. I needed Alexander as a pawn in my plan. He had orchestrated guards to watch over my every move, making any attempt to gather evidence or act outside the room futile. I couldn't afford a rash move that would expose my intentions prematurely. So I needed to work my way into their trust, to become a part of the family, and to be a goody-two-shoes in front of everyone while doing everything I desired without the facade.

I leaned closer to him, my voice a mere whisper, as I uttered my command in a low, compelling voice, barely audible in the confines of the room. "Today, in front of all of L'Essaim, you will announce that you have fallen deeply in love with me. You will declare that we are to be married in the next month on Princess Amelia's upcoming birthday."

With the words spoken, I could feel the magic take hold, wrapping around his thoughts and intentions like a vise. Alexander's eyes seemed to glaze over momentarily, a sign that my spell had worked well. My heart raced with a mixture of uncertainty and suspicion. The events I had set in motion were monumental, their repercussions stretching far beyond this moment.

Walking away from Alexander's chambers, I couldn't shake off the weight of what I had just set in motion. My mind was a storm of conflicting emotions and thoughts. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—Alexander's son, Alaric, was my mate. Marrying Alexander, even under the influence of dark magic, would break my connection with Alaric into pieces. I couldn't betray that connection; even if I had no love for Alaric at the moment, I wouldn't be betraying him. It's a mere trap—just a hole I dug to get in my desired direction.

As I walked through the corridors of the palace, I couldn't shake off the feeling that time was ticking. One month, that's all I had. In this month, I needed to gather evidence, understand the court's dynamics, and uncover any hidden plots or conspiracies that could be tied to my brother's death.

Every interaction and every decision carry weight now. I needed to play my part convincingly to blend in seamlessly among the vampires while also orchestrating a careful plan behind the scenes. The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. I was treading in dangerous waters, but the need for answers and justice fueled my determination. As I wandered the corridors of the castle, lost in my thoughts, a sudden realization struck me like a lightning bolt.

Oh, f*****g f**k, I had forgotten to wear my ring and locket, and my fae scent was strong in the air.