Chapter 27

Chapter 27

As soon as I arrived at Troy's house, I was out of breath from running away from those men. I couldn't be mistaken—they were my brother's men from Urzua. And I could sense their wolves too. A wave of anxiety washed over me. I had no idea what to do. I never expected this to happen now. I was so caught up in thoughts of Troy that I completely forgot about my own predicament. What should I do? Should I leave? Yes... I need to leave before Alpha Phoenix finds me here at Troy's house!

With that thought, I hurried into Troy's room, grabbed my belongings, and packed them into my bag. I had no idea where I'd go, but maybe this was the perfect chance to be independent, just like Troy and I had talked about before. As I was packing, I paused, my gaze drifting to the bed where Troy and I had slept together, back when everything was good between us.

What about Troy? Should I tell him I'm leaving? Should I explain that I need to get far away from here? But what if he asks why? What do I even say? Maybe it's best if I leave without him knowing. But just thinking about being apart from him makes it so hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of us together flooded my mind. I felt like a wilted flower sitting on the bed, completely lost about what to do. I don't want to leave Troy. I want to be with him. I want to stay by his side. I want Troy.

I shut my eyes tightly and lay down on the bed. What should I do? I don't want to go back to Urzua. I don't want to be that princess anymore. I want to be with Troy, but I know it's impossible. In the end, I made my decision.

"You're here early. Aleth told me you mentioned you were going somewhere?" Troy asked when he got home. I turned to him with a smile, pushing aside all my doubts and worries, at least for now. I placed the chicken in the frying pan and covered it before finally facing Troy to talk to him properly. I was cooking our dinner. I'm not much of a cook, but I do know how to make basic dishes like fried chicken.

"Yeah... I thought I’d do some shopping and cooking today," I said. He raised an eyebrow, clearly finding my excuse odd. I smiled and turned down the heat on the stove, moving closer to him. Even after a long day at work, he smelled so good. I could see the sweat on him, but he still looked fresh, handsome, and incredibly attractive. Despite working in construction, I've never seen him looking anything but clean. It's like he belongs to every walk of life, though I can't help but feel he'd be perfect in a royal setting.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, still confused. I could also sense his surprise at my sudden warmth, especially since I had been distant from him the night before.

"Did you forget? It's been a month since we met," I reminded him. Yes... it's been a month since I first laid eyes on him, and I can't help but recall how I once thought of him as the villain in my story.

He looked slightly surprised by my words, then fixed his gaze on me as if I were the only thing that mattered in the room.

"I forgot. I'm sorry," he said, pulling me close by the waist. I had to look up at him because of how tall he was, and being so close to him made my heart race. "It's fine. But I want to spend the rest of the night with you, Troy," I said sweetly. He smiled and kissed my forehead, making me close my eyes at the gentle touch of his soft lips. The sensation made me tremble, and tears threatened to form. I was terrified he might discover my true intentions for tonight.

"I’ll help you cook the chicken," he offered, and I quickly nodded. He took my hand, and we headed to the kitchen together, both of us smiling. He showed me how to cook, and thanks to his help, our dinner turned out to be more than just fried chicken. We made chicken parmigiana, cashew chicken, and chicken Vesuvio too. Luckily, I had bought plenty of chicken before he arrived.

I listened carefully as he explained how to make the dishes. Whenever I did something silly, I couldn't help but laugh, and he'd tease me about it, just like he always does when he notices my clumsy moments. Every time our eyes met, he’d pull me closer for a kiss, and I’d playfully stop him, reminding him we had food to cook.

"Do you want to eat outside?" he suggested just as I was about to set the table. The idea sounded appealing, so he grabbed a blanket and spread it on the grass. We decided to sit in the backyard, surrounded by the chirping of crickets and the cool, refreshing touch of the evening breeze against my skin.

Troy placed our food on the blanket, and we settled down. The only light came from a small gas stove and the bright crescent moon shining in a sky full of stars.

"It's so beautiful..." I murmured, gazing up at the sparkling night sky. Troy wrapped his arm around my waist, and I turned to look at him, admiring the strong profile of his face.

"That's why I suggested we eat outside," he said. I nodded in agreement—he was right. It was so peaceful, quiet, and serene out here.

We began eating while chatting about random things, and for the first time, he shared stories from his childhood.

"I used to play outside every night with a friend and my cousin. We'd explore the forest and hunt wild animals. I remember my cousin was a better hunter and loved to rub it in my face. I got so annoyed that I started training alone every night. So, when the three of us went hunting again, he was shocked because I caught an animal within minutes," he said with a grin.

I smiled at his story—it was so typical of him. Just by looking at him, I could tell he was the kind of person who hated losing.

"You were arrogant even back then," I teased. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not arrogant. I just don't like losing to anyone," he replied confidently. I nodded and suddenly found myself thinking about my own childhood memories.

"You're lucky to have a cousin and a friend to hang out with..." I trailed off, looking up at the night sky.

"Why? Didn't you have any friends?" he asked curiously.

"I didn’t have any friends, Troy..." I admitted because ladies-in-waiting don't really count as friends, right?

"My brother always insists that I should stay at home. I told you about this when we were at the beach, remember?" I said, glancing at him. He nodded in response. "That's why I don't have any friends," I added, a bit saddened by the realization. I understood that Troy was the first person I’d ever connected with outside of the Urzua kingdom.

"Well… you have me now. There's no need to be sad," he said encouragingly, pulling me close. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. When our lips parted, we both stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Can I have you tonight, too?" I whispered. His eyes darkened with desire, and I felt the heat rising between us. His hands slipped under my shirt, unhooking my bra. I gasped as he cupped my breasts.

"You can have me every night, Eli..." he whispered seductively. The warmth between us intensified. He lifted me onto his lap, and I immediately felt his hardness pressing against me. Straddling him, I kissed him hungrily. Before I knew it, my top was gone, and my pants were unbuttoned. I tore off his shirt and pressed myself against his arousal, hearing him groan in response.

"Fuck!" he hissed as my kisses trailed down his neck and shoulders. I ran my hands over his hard chest and down to his manhood. Standing up quickly, I stripped off his pants, and he removed mine, his fingers instantly finding my soaked panties.

"You're so fucking wet, my princess..." he murmured, his voice deep and husky, only fueling my desire. I pushed him back onto the blanket and sat on his lap again, moaning as his shaft pressed against my wetness. Damn it!

But this wasn’t the moment yet—I wanted more with him because tonight… would be our last.

I kissed him fiercely, nearly tasting blood, but neither of us cared. He reached for my breasts, kneading them as I wrapped my hand around his length. He groaned as I began to stroke him, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching him like this—so hot, so handsome, so sexy—was making me even wetter!

He touched my lips as he neared climax, and I stopped as he spilled onto my hand, eliciting a deep groan from him.

"I'm not done with you yet..." I whispered to him, and that was all it took for his arousal to spring back to life. Without hesitation, I bent down, letting my lips reach his manhood.

"Fuck! Fuck! Eli… you are so damn hot!” he groaned, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I continued, with him guiding my head to match the pace he desired. He was so big that I could feel him deep in my throat. But just before he reached his climax, he pulled me up and laid me down on the blanket, positioning himself on top of me with a look full of desire.

"My second is going to be inside you, my princess," he said, spreading my legs wide. I moaned as he thrust into me with intensity, my lips parting as waves of lust and pleasure consumed me. He didn't give me a moment to breathe, kissing me passionately while he moved in and out of me. I clung to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation. His kisses traveled down to my chest, and I moaned even louder as he sucked on one nipple while fondling the other.

He was thrusting so fast that I reached my climax, but he wasn't finished with me yet. He grabbed my waist, turning me to face the ground, and bent my hips before entering me from behind. I moaned loudly, hoping no one was around since we were outside! My breasts bounced with each thrust, and I knew he enjoyed the sight, especially when he reached around to squeeze them with one hand.

“Troy! Oh! Oh!” I cried out as he continued to ravish me. I climaxed again, but he still didn't stop! I was surprised when he lifted me, standing up while plunging into me from below. He stood there, holding me in midair, with no sign of stopping, grunting with every powerful thrust. After a few more pumps, he laid me back down on the blanket, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and drove into me again.

"Ah!" I moaned, knowing my throat would be sore tomorrow from all the screaming.

"That's it! Moan for me, my princess!” he urged, his movements relentless until I felt his hot release flowing inside me. I closed my eyes, fully absorbing the sensation of him filling me.

"Damn! You were so hot tonight, I forgot to pull out," he whispered.

That night didn’t end without us making love again in his room. But even though I was exhausted from everything we did, I couldn’t sleep because of the plans I had for the rest of the night—the night when I had to finish everything. Because tonight would be the last.

Once I felt Troy had fallen into a deep sleep, I carefully got up and dressed. I left a letter, written earlier before he came home from work, on the table. Then, I gathered the things I had already packed. As I looked at Troy sleeping peacefully, my chest tightened with sorrow.

I’m sorry I have to leave without telling you, but it’s for the best. It’s better if you don’t know where I’m going, and it’s better if we never see each other again because I don’t want to drag you into the world I’m trying to escape. I wiped away the tears that streamed down my cheeks before turning and leaving the room. I took one last look around the house where I had lived for the past month.

I’ll never forget this place because it taught me so much. I learned to be independent, to stand on my own, and… to love.

With a heavy heart, I left Troy behind. I walked away, leaving only the letter as my farewell.

I’m sorry, Troy, but I have to leave and live on my own, just as I wanted. Thank you for everything—you helped me in ways you can’t imagine. Without you, I would have been lost. Because of you, I learned so much, including what it means to love. I love you, Troy, but I’m sorry, because tonight will be the last.

—Elisaria