Chapter Thirty-one
Faelen’s POV
As much as I tried to resist, thoughts of Hunter completely consumed me over the next days… even though I’d resolved to focus only on my mission.
It was like he had already invaded my mind, making it just impossible to think about anything else.
No matter how hard I tried to focus, to remember why I was here, my thoughts always transformed back to thoughts about him.
At night, when the estate and quarters were quiet, I lay awake, thinking about him… I knew that was wrong.
Ever since that kiss, something had shifted between us. I could feel it. Hunter had confronted me about it a few days ago, with his tone gentle and not cruel.
It was the first time we had spoken about what happened. The way he talked to me, he didn’t yell at me like he would normally, and for a moment, it didn’t even feel like I was beneath him.
He wasn’t angry, not in the way I expected him to be. Instead, there was something softer in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite place, but knew I was drawn to.
Part of me wished he had yelled at me, or treated me cruelly. I couldn’t resist the slightest show of kindness from him.
Apparently it was all it took to bring my walls crumbling. It had changed things between us… it had changed me.
Now, I caught him looking at me often, and it wasn’t with hate or anger. This was different. It made my heart race in a way that just frightened me.
But it also made me want more.
I was beginning to crave those moments when our eyes would meet, the way his lips tightened, as if he was holding back something only he knew.
And I, well, I was losing my grip on my original purpose here. Slowly, I began to find myself wanting to be around him more.
I’d go out of my way to cross paths with him in the hallways or to stay back just a little longer in rooms I knew he visited.
When I served him tea in his office, I found myself hoping he would strike up a conversation, even if it was just about something ordinary.
I even yearned for his touch on me, I didn’t care how harsh or abusive… I just needed him… unbearably. I wanted to feel his presence near me, to be close to him in any way I could.
The logical part of me… the part that was still trying to hold onto my mission, to remember that Hunter was the enemy… knew alright that this was dangerous.
But the problem wasn’t that I couldn’t stop, it was that I didn’t want to.
Even now, in the quiet of the night, I was imagining him with, which usually led to erotic dreams.
I would wake up completely wet from them. Then I’d realize I was dreaming about Hunter fucking me.
This was new. I knew something had changed since the kiss, because the connection I felt for him now felt three times stronger, and mainly sexual.
In my dreams, his lips brushed against my skin, his hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him. Then his fingers would find its way under my skirt.
This was usually enough to have me flooding. But tonight, he’d pinned me down the desk in his office, and slipped his cock inside of me.
It was a dream, but it felt so good… so real that I woke up abruptly… wet again. “Shit.” I muttered underneath my breath.
As I got up to get ready for the day, the dreams haunted me. I tried to discard memories of the evil dream from my head, but that was just as impossible as crossing paths with him.
I recreated Hunter’s intense gaze on me, I tried to relive the way his hands had felt when he pulled me close during our kiss… it was all I could think about.
I couldn’t believe I even remembered the sight of his massive cock inside my mouth, that terrible day he’d forced me to suck him.
It had been horrible, but now it felt good… shockingly. “No,” I whispered. “Why is this happening to me?!”
I hated myself for it. I should’ve been stronger. I should’ve been able to push these thoughts away, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t even want to.
“Get over yourself, Fae!” I said out loud to myself.
Shaking my head… as if that would help disrupt the thoughts… I got up, pulled my night dress over my head.
Standing there completely naked, I felt the firmness of my nipples, it almost hurt. I glanced over at them and they seemed sore, slightly swollen.
“Oh God.” I gasped.
Then quite angrily, I walked over to where my towel hung. With a swift movement, I pulled it and wrapped it around me, then grabbed my bathing gear and headed out to the bathroom.
I expected to see a line of girls waiting outside to use the same bathroom, usually three to four girls. But surprisingly there was no one around.
This meant one thing… I had overslept. “Shit!” I said, gripping my the sides of head.
I couldn’t believe I had overslept dreaming about Hunter. I yanked open the bathroom door, half expecting someone inside, but there was no one there… which further increased my frustration.
I hurriedly took my bath, but barely without having Hunter’s face constantly flash in my head.
Dressing up was the same, but I knew I had to get ready soon or I’d be in bigger trouble than I probably already was.
By the time I found my way into the estate, the head maid… who I was supposed to report to… was nowhere to be found… in the kitchen or anywhere else she could be.
A little confused about what to do next, I found myself lingering in the hallways. My eyes kept wondering up the staircase, towards Hunter’s chambers.
I knew he would be coming down soon… he always did around this time. And no matter how much I tried to stop myself, I couldn’t resist the urge to see him.
“What are you doing, Faelen?” I scolded myself, but my feet wouldn’t move off the spot.
I stayed planted where I was, my heart racing in anticipation. Suddenly, footsteps echoed upstairs, and my chest tightened.
Quickly, I busied myself, rearranging a set of books on the small shelf by the corner, like I actually cared where they went.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Hunter descended the stairs, his face unreadable as usual, every movement calm and deliberate.
There was something about the way he moved that always held me in place, like he commanded everything to stop at his will.
My pulse quickened, and I hated how my body reacted every time I saw him.
“Faelen,” I suddenly heard him call, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I turned to face him, trying to calm my breathing. “Yes, Alpha?”
His eyes scanned over me, resting a bit too long over my breast region, before he met my gaze and spoke again. “I need you to bring me tea to my office in an hour.”
“I will,” I answered, my voice not more than a whisper, though I tried to keep it audible enough.
Hunter nodded, but his gaze never left my face, or by body. For a moment, I thought he might say or do something else.
But he just stood there, as if planted to the spot like I was. There was something different in the way he looked at me now, for sure.
After a while, then just as quickly as he’d appeared, he turned and disappeared, leaving me standing there breathless and confused.
Ten minutes passed, and I was still confused about what to do… the dreams of Hunter had put me on edge that morning.
Gathering myself, I walked into the kitchen, and proceeded to help one of the cooks with the morning meals.
My hands moved on its own accord… chopping vegetables, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.
I hadn’t seen Hunter again since that moment in the hallway, and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit it.
“Faelen,” Sarah, one of the kitchen girls, teased, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’re daydreaming again.”
I blinked, startled. “What? No, I’m not.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sure you’re not. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at the Alpha lately. You’ve got it bad.”
Heat crept up my chest, and I turned away, focusing on the task in front of me. “You sound silly, Sarah. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sarah laughed, a funny look in her eyes. “It’s okay, you know. You’re not the first girl to fall for the Alpha. But I gotta admit… I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you though.”
My heart skipped a beat. I tried to ignore her, tried to focus on chopping the stupid vegetables, but the words just rolled out of me. “He’s the Alpha. He looks at everyone the same.”
Sarah just smiled, not convinced. “If you say so.”
I kept my back to her, forcing myself to concentrate on the work, but her words echoed in my mind. ‘The way he looks at me…’