Chapter 87 Fight!
Alessia’s POV
Alex stands a few meters behind me in a towel, an angry flush spreading across his torso. I follow the line of water as it disappears into the towel he draped on his hip, and I look away quickly.
Alex walks towards us, pulling me against his wet chest.
“What do you want? Why are you here?”
His voice is low and deadly.
Frederic smirks at Alex, looking him up and down.
“Alessia, why are you sharing a room with him?”
Frederic growls, his eyes filling with anger and an emotion that seems to be jealousy.
Alex lets out a dry laugh.
“We are sharing a room because she is my woman, and we don’t part.”
Frederick lets out a deep breath.
“Whatever, mister.”
He pauses, looking Alex up and down.
“I am here to speak with the princess. You should go back to the room.”
He gestures towards the room.
Alex growls, all smiles gone.
“Like hell I should. I will not leave her with you.”
The tension is rising steadily between them, and if I don’t take control of the situation, it will turn violent quickly.
I gulp, turning back to Frederic.
“I don’t feel anything for you,” I tell him, lifting my jaw in indignation.
Alessia, stop lying, my mind whispers as I push the thought down.
Alex smirks, a smile playing on his lips.
“You heard the lady. Now beat it, magic boy, before I run out of patience.”
Frederic growls slowly.
“Don’t call me magic boy.”
Then he focuses his green eyes on me again, as if he is trying to open my mind.
“Alessia, you feel it too,” he says quietly. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.”
I shake my head, pressing into Alex’s side.
“Frederick, I have heard enough. It’s too much!”
Alex sighs, putting his arm around me.
“Magic boy, I have warned you already.”
Frederic snorts, eyes full of anger.
“Stay out of this.”
His gaze softens as he faces me again.
“Alessia, I will not make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he says softly. “I just had to let you know the truth. We loved you. Deeply.”
I look away from him in shock as fear makes my stomach clench in knots.
Why is he goading Alex like this? Won’t this man be quiet? Alex is going to kill him!
I turn to Alex. His eyes are filled with fury, a muscle ticking in his jaw, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Alex.”
I place a hand on his chest.
“Alex?”
Fear races through me as he doesn’t answer. His eyes are focused, deadly, on Frederic.
Frederic straightens and meets his gaze without flinching.
I remain by Alex’s side, frozen in fear, my heart roaring loudly.
“What are you afraid of?” Frederic says coolly, his eyes moving to me and then back to Alex, not hiding his disdain.
Alex shifts me behind him, stepping forward.
“Magic boy, go away now,” Alex says, his voice deadly and cool. Frederic lets out a mock laugh.
“She should know the truth,” he says, “and you are standing in the path of her destiny.”
I wring my hands together in a panic as I watch them from behind. I hope no one does tonight. Alex doesn’t move. He folds his arms across his chest as if daring him, and Frederic takes the bait.
Alex’s mouth twists into an evil smile.
“Why don’t you make me move, magic boy?”
He moves fast, too quick before I get a chance to shout a warning.
“Ale-!”
Frederic’s fist flies towards Alex with deadly intent, and Alex deflects with sharp precision.
In one smooth move, Alex twists Frederic’s arm and slams him onto the stone floor as if he weighed nothing. The impact of his fall shakes the corridor. Frederic grunts in pain. Alex knocks the air out of his lungs further by planting his knee into his chest, pinning him to the ground.
I gasp in horror, a terrifying wail escaping me.
“Alex!” I cry.
He doesn’t lift his head. Instead, he presses his knee more snugly into Frederic’s chest as he struggles beneath him.
“I do not give a damn how much magic you have, warlock,” Alex growls, his voice echoing with pure dominance, something feral flashing in his eyes.
“No one touches my woman and lives to talk about it.”
Frederick grunts as his face starts to turn purple.
“Alex!”
I place a hand on his shoulder, but he doesn’t move or relent.
“Fine!” Frederic gasps out between breaths.
Alex finally gets up, dusting off his hands as he moves to stand in front of me again.
Frederic, finally resigned, turns away but adds softly over his shoulder,
“This is not over.”
A shiver of unease races down my spine as Alex ignores him, pulling me back into the bedroom and shutting the door behind us.
He leads me towards the sofa, and we both settle down. I snuggle into his chest, which is still racing a mile a second.
Lifting my head, I look at him.
“Are you hurt? Should I get a first aid kit?”
He gives me a smile, squeezing my hand once more.
“Alessia, that was nothing. And I meant what I said to him.”
I shiver, his deadly intent filling his words as I lay back on his chest. I have a flash of Frederic’s face when he was professing his undying love, and I squash it down once more.
I cannot think about him now. I need to soothe Alex.
I pick up his hands and kiss each of his knuckles as he watches me, my mind racing in all directions.
Frederic will try again.
This was just the first trial.
Is he willing to die for me?
Alex meant what he said.
Alex will kill anyone that tries to take me .
Dios mío, My fervent hope is that Alex doesn't start a war here because I doubt if we will survive.