The Cursed Alpha Prince's Replacement Bride-Chapter 59: Her Drunken Antics Provokes Alexander

{Third Person}

Amara blinked slowly, her vision taking a second to adjust.

She squinted, then tilted her head. "...Why is he standing there like that?" she muttered, her voice low but not low enough.

Jasper, standing slightly behind Alexander, closed his eyes for a brief second. ’This will not end well.’

Amara leaned forward slightly, trying to focus. Then her eyes widened just a fraction. "Oh... it’s you." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Alexander’s expression didn’t change for the better. If anything, it grew darker.

Amara straightened—well, attempted to—and looked at him properly. Then she scoffed.

"You know," she began, her words loose now, unfiltered, "the only thing you’re really good at... is killing people."

Elowen blinked. Jasper almost choked on absolutely nothing. But Alexander didn’t move.

Amara continued, her voice gaining a strange confidence. "Even your face—" she gestured vaguely toward him, "—your good looks... they don’t help you at all."

Elowen slowly began stepping back very subtly.

"I still don’t like you," Amara added, nodding to herself as if confirming it.

Alexander’s gaze hardened, and the air around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

"And why do you do it?" Amara went on, frowning now, her voice tinged with frustration. "Why do you like killing people like that? Without even blinking?"

No one spoke.

"You’ve done it twice," she said, holding up two fingers, slightly off balance. "In front of me."

Then her voice softened in a hurtful way. "Are you trying to scare me to death or something?"

That was the line. Elowen saw it clearly—Alexander’s expression had crossed into something dangerous. So, she moved fast.

Without hesitation, she shifted her hold and gently but very deliberately pushed Amara forward, straight into Alexander.

"Good night!" Elowen said brightly, already stepping back.

Before anyone could stop her, she turned, slipped into her carriage, and shut the door. "Go," she told the driver immediately.

The carriage moved. And just like that, she was gone like the wind.

Meanwhile, Amara stumbled forward right into Alexander. For a brief second, there was contact. Then stillness.

Alexander didn’t step back. Didn’t move away. He simply looked down at her, his expression furious and cold.

Behind him, Jasper stood frozen, already bracing himself for what was coming next.

Alexander’s jaw tightened. Then, without looking away from Amara, he spoke. "Get Mrs. Woods."

Jasper bowed immediately. "Yes, Your Highness."

Amara stumbled forward, and this time, there was nothing to stop her. Her hand caught onto Alexander’s sleeve—fingers tightening slightly as she tried to steady herself.

The movement pulled her closer, her balance completely gone, her weight leaning into him without permission.

For a brief second, Alexander stilled. Then, his gaze dropped to where her hand held onto him, then slowly lifted back to her face.

She didn’t even seem aware of what she had done. Her brows were drawn together, her expression no longer sharp with anger, but... strained.

"I didn’t do anything wrong..." she murmured, her voice softer now, almost lost under her breath. "I didn’t..."

Her grip on him tightened slightly. "They just... decided things for me," she went on, her words uneven, slipping out without control. "And then everyone just... expects me to accept it."

Alexander’s face remained cold and unreadable, but he didn’t move.

Amara’s head dipped slightly as if the weight of her own thoughts was too much to carry. "Why is it always like that..." she whispered, her voice thinning. "Why does it always end like that..."

The night air seemed quieter around them.

Even Jasper, who had now returned, didn’t dare to make a sound.

A moment later, hurried footsteps echoed around them from inside. Mrs. Woods arrived, slightly out of breath, her eyes immediately falling on the scene before her.

"Your Highness—" she began, but the rest of her words caught in her throat when she saw Amara leaning against him.

Her face paled. She quickly bowed, her voice trembling slightly. "Forgive her, Your Highness—she—"

Alexander didn’t allow her to finish. His hand moved, firm and precise, freeing Amara’s grip from his sleeve as if it were nothing. Then he directed her toward Mrs. Woods without ceremony.

"Take her away." His tone was flat.

Mrs. Woods didn’t hesitate. "Yes, Your Highness."

She immediately stepped forward and took Amara from him, supporting her properly this time. Amara resisted faintly, mumbling something incoherent, her steps uneven as she was guided away.

Inside the residence, Sonia appeared almost instantly at the sight of them.

"Quickly," Mrs. Woods said in a low voice.

Together, they led Amara down the corridor and straight into her bedroom.

Amara was fussy the entire way, muttering and protesting weakly. At one point, she tried to pull her arm free, only to nearly lose her balance again.

"Careful, Lady Amara," Sonia said gently, tightening her hold.

"I can walk..." Amara insisted, though her steps said otherwise.

By the time they got her onto the bed, she was already half gone to sleep, her words fading into nothing.

Mrs Woods exhaled, adjusting the covers over her with care.

—

Outside, the air had returned to stillness.

There was no trace of softness on Alexander’s face. Not even a hint of it.

He stood where he had been, his gaze lingering briefly in the direction Amara had been taken, before shifting away entirely. Then his expression hardened.

"First time outing, and she brings her back like this?" he said with a low voice edged with displeasure.

No one answered him. All the guards remained still.

Alexander didn’t wait for a response. "If the Princess sets foot here again," he continued, his tone leaving no room for interpretation, "she is to be brought straight to me."

The guards bowed immediately. "Yes, Your Highness."

Alexander turned without another word and walked back into the residence.

Jasper followed behind him quietly, his expression composed, but in his mind, a single thought lingered.

’Even the Princess might not escape His Highness’s wrath next time.’

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The night should have been quiet, but it wasn’t.

At first, it was just a faint voice—barely noticeable through the walls of the residence. But as the minutes stretched, it grew louder, clearer, and far more persistent than anyone would have liked.

No one slept. Not the servants or the guards stationed outside. And certainly not Alexander.

From his side of the residence, seated on the edge of his bed, he could hear her clearly.

"...so cold all the time..." Amara’s voice drifted through the stillness of the night, unrestrained and entirely unaware. "Does he not get tired of frowning? Always looking like that..."