Devil's vow

Strom palace

Russia

Alaina's pov

I got up to be greeted by an empty couch with Ace nowhere to be found. I knew what he did last night and it made a surge of anger to flow through my veins, I can still feel his mouthwatering cologne wafting throughout my surroundings.

He did a blunder- a big one to think I wouldn't remember his touches, the feel of his fingers tracing my hair and touching my soul. That flow of electricity passing between us.

I felt him god-damned, I felt his kisses on my fingers, the feeling of his hands encasing me in safety.

I could recognize that touch, that feeling of warmth and security anywhere..... it was his- my saviour's. That day it wasn't Ryan who had saved me, it was Ace and I was certain of that.

Of course how would I know, I had never seen his eyes hidden behind those foggy, old spectacles. Those Stormy greens which captivated my body, mind and soul weren't visible.

To say I was offended was saying the least, what did he took me as....a fucking unpretentious person?

I was a woman on a mission today and I want certain answers.

Who is a queen? The one who runs the empire or the one who protects her king? Above all she is the one who leads a game towards the victory.

temperatures surrounding the pine forests covered with crystal ice to the skyscrapers touching the Oblivion, the power, this magnanimous country was my home, the place which has given essence to me, no one plays me

....................................

asked me opening the door and moving at one side welcoming

from the high ceiling. With small jute lamps hanging from it like stars in the cosmos.

fine, I want to talk to Ace, can you please

am here Alaina, what did you wanted to talk?" I eyed his appearance, excellent, what a damn good

He walked outside the main door,

the wall shoving my finger at his chest,

fuck are you?" I removed his damned glasses. Turquoise green thunderstorms greeted me, the deep colour of

between us couldn't be ignored and yet I found myself interrogating him instead of getting hold of

fake confusion coating his features which made me clench

He looked fucking edible.

you with questions after knowing you faked your identity." While gripping his collar I unintentionally pushed my body

hands wrapping around my wrists holding them above my head "You dare threaten

a tracking microchip in my bag."

making me realise that my breathing had got laboured feeling the ferocity with which he was holding me, it was gentle yet

word, storm princess that if I revel myself to you ,you would not inform about this to anyone or I will kill you Alaina." his chest heaved up

will he kill me? Maybe by