Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)

“You should tell Aiden.” The words feel like acid as I say them, ripping and melting me into nothingness.

“What does he have to do with anything?” She frowns, seeming genuinely confused before she raises her head. “King didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Whatever. It’s not my place.” She opens her car door and flops inside. “I won’t say anything until you talk to him.”

“About what?” I ask.

“What do you think?” Her expression is unreadable while she shuts the door.

As she leaves the car park, I remain in place for a moment, mulling her words over and over.

I won’t say anything until you talk to him.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

15

Aiden

I stand at the threshold of the pitch, remaining behind the corner.

My grip tightens around a bottle of water. I was supposed to give it to Elsa, but she doesn’t need it anymore.

The new boy passes her his sports drink and she gulps half of it down as if she was poisoned and he’s giving her antidote. Then, she snorts laughing at something he said.

She’s still wearing her track clothes. The jacket outlines her tits and slender waist. She hasn’t gone inside, waiting for the other girls to leave before she’d head to the showers.

Conveniently, Van Doren has been keeping her company instead of coming in the football team’s locker room.

I found out from Jonathan that the Van Doren twins are Elsa’s foster siblings. Still, he’s not her biological brother.

It took everything in me not to break his fucking leg during practice three days ago. Or yesterday. Or today.

My blood boils to the point of ignition every time I think Elsa only came to watch practice because of him.

I watch her closely. The slight twitch in her nose as she laughs. The few stray strands that fly all over her face. The flushed skin due to running. The rosy lips.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

And she’s happy.

The fact that she erased me this fast deepens the dark hole inside my chest.

If she can get over me so quickly, why the fuck has she told me she loved me?

Empty words.

Empty promises.

She was always shit at keeping her promises. Fuck. She didn’t even remember me when we first met at RES. For her, I was another boy, while I dreamt about her every time I managed to sleep.

For ten years, she’s been a constant in my life, but I was only a stop in hers.

If I want to, I can bring her back.

I can dominate her until she gives in, but it proved useless when she went numb on me in the bathroom.