Celine’s pov.I followed the Beta down the corridor, my heartbeat pounding like a war drum in my ears. The walls were dark-stained wood, lined with dimly lit sconces that flickered as we passed. The air held a faint scent of burning firewood and something more distinct, something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it carried something old and ingrained into the very bones of this place.I focused on memorizing the path, just in case I had to retrace my steps. The hallways twisted and turned, too many doors, too many unknown paths leading deeper into the heart of this place. It didn’t feel like an estate or a simple packhouse, it felt like a fortress. My throat tightened at the realization that I wouldn’t be able to escape easily.Finally, the Beta stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. He turned to me. “This way, miss.”His voice was polite but impersonal. Not a suggestion, but a command.I hesitated, glancing past him. The hallway stretched ahead, disappearing into d
Celine’s pov.I ran.The air was thick, pressing against my chest like unseen hands. My legs ached, but I pushed forward, feet pounding against a ground I couldn’t see. Shadows twisted and curled around me, stretching like clawed fingers trying to pull me back.Something was behind me. Chasing me. Hunting me. I didn’t dare look back. My breath came in gasps, and my heart slammed against my ribs, but I kept running. The presence behind me grew closer, its heat licking at my back, its presence sinking into my skin.Then I felt a hand. Cold and unyielding, it clamped around my throat. My body jerked back violently as if yanked by an invisible force. Panic exploded in my chest. I clawed at the fingers crushing my windpipe, my nails scraping against skin—rough, calloused, too strong. I kicked, twisted, fought.Then the scent hit me, it was familiar. A shudder rolled through me, fear curling tighter inside my gut. Why did it smell familiar? Who—I tried to scream but no sound came out. The
Celine’s pov.I should have yanked myself away, put distance between us, demanded to know what he thought he was doing. But my body betrayed me. I stood frozen, my fingers clutching the fabric at my chest, my heart pounding like a war drum inside me. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not about him. Not about anyone but Lucien.Lucien!The thought of my husband should have been enough to shake me out of this daze, but instead, an unfamiliar ache settled deep in my chest. Lucien had never once made my skin burn the way it did now. Never once had his touch made my breath hitch, had his presence made my stomach coil with tension and something dangerously close to anticipation. Yes! I was married but lonely.I gasped as his fingers dug slightly into my waist, pulling me even closer. My body tensed, every nerve ending firing at once, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.His warmth enveloped me, his presence overpowering. My bare skin tingled under his touch, my senses betraying me in the
Kaine’s pov.Her startled expression was a masterpiece of emotion—wide eyes, parted lips, and a flush creeping down her neck as she froze at the sound of the door opening. Celine was in mid air, caught between pulling the dress over her body and shielding herself from my gaze. The sight was exquisite.But what truly intrigued me was the flicker of shock quickly tainted by disdain in her eyes. It was as if she had just realized she was a pawn in a game she didn’t yet understand. That confusion, the war between defiance and unease, made her even more captivating.The dress I had chosen for her was half on, hanging from her shoulders as she struggled with the zipper at her back. Her fingers fumbled, blindly reaching for something just out of grasp. I didn’t speak immediately. I simply watched.There was something fascinating about the way her breathing changed when she sensed my presence. Not fear—no, she wasn’t afraid of me. She should have been. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was furious
Celine’s pov.The drive back home was quiet compared to the storm raging in my head.Home. I repeated the word to myself, trying to let it calm me, but it felt foreign on my tongue. I should have felt relieved to be going back. I should have been eager to return to my pack, to my house.And yet…A heavy feeling sat in my chest, pressing down with every mile that passed. I exhaled slowly, staring out the tinted window of the black SUV, watching as the trees blurred past in streaks of green and gold. The road was unfamiliar, going in a direction I didn’t recognize, but I told myself it didn’t matter. Perhaps they were taking a different route. Maybe it was some security measure the Alpha king’s people took when transporting someone like me.Because that’s what I was, wasn’t I? A thing to be transported. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. I stretched my fingers in my lap, trying to shake the feeling crawling under my skin.I needed to prepare myself, for the questions I had to
Celine’s pov.A shiver ran down my spine. I swallowed hard, lifting my chin. “You won’t get it.” I challenged.“You should leave him,” he suddenly said, his voice low and persuasive. “I know you no longer have feelings for your husband. Why not stay by my side?”I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “You think because I don’t love Lucien, I’ll just fall into your arms?” I scoffed. “You’re delusional. I can’t be with someone who keeps me here against my will.”His expression darkened. The slight amusement in his eyes vanished, replaced by something more dangerous. Before I could take another breath, he moved.He was on me in an instant, closing the distance in one swift step. His hands gripped my arms, his touch firm and unyielding.“Let go of me!” I shouted, struggling against him.But it was useless. He was far stronger, and in one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.I kicked, pounded my fists against his back. “Put m
Kaine’s pov.I stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me. My jaw was tight, and my hands curled into fists at my sides. I could still hear the echo of her cries, the way she begged me to stop. That wasn’t what I wanted. That wasn’t how I had envisioned this.Celine…I had lost control. I never lose control. But with her beneath me, trembling, her eyes wide with terror, I had felt something I hadn’t expected—hesitation. It wasn’t guilt. No, I didn’t regret pinning her down, didn’t regret trying to claim what I already considered mine. What I regretted was stopping.I had seen the tears streaking down her face, her body stiff beneath me, and for some reason, I had pulled back. It infuriated me.She had no problem letting Lucien touch her, yet she resisted me?Call me crazy, but why would she resist me?I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply, trying to steady my thoughts. Celine wasn’t just any woman. She was fire trapped in delicate flesh, an ember that refused to be
Celine’s pov.Escaping? Tch…I don’t even know what this is anymore. This isn’t a kidnapping. No ransom, no demands. Just me, trapped here against my will. A prisoner without chains. And for what? Because a man in power decided I should be?I hate men like him—men who wield authority like a weapon, who think people are toys they can buy, break, and discard at will. Why the hell would he want me when I already belong to someone else? The idea of it still baffles me.I exhaled slowly, forcing my fingers to unclench from the edge of the table. My eyes drifted to the empty space before me, staring without really seeing. Another day. Another meeting I was forced to attend.A week… it’s been a week, and I still haven’t reached my husband. That wasn’t even the worst part. Where was he? If I were truly being held against my will, wouldn’t he have sent Emerald Forest’s warriors by now? Wouldn’t he have come himself?He hates me, yes. I’ve known that for a long time. But I am still the future L
Celine’s pov.The next morning, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.I stirred beneath the covers, momentarily disoriented. For a split second, I reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, searching for warmth. But it was empty. Kaine was already gone.I sat up slowly, running a hand through my tangled hair. My body ached deliciously from the night before; sex had become an everyday thing for us. but a deeper ache pulsed in my chest—an ache that had nothing to do with touch and everything to do with the way he had clung to me, spoken to me, stayed with me through the night.I pulled on a simple white robe and padded barefoot downstairs. The house was still quiet, but this time, the scent of fresh coffee and bread lingered in the air. Somewhere beyond the kitchen, I heard movement—maids, maybe, bustling quietly, cleaning and resetting the world Kaine and I had unraveled in the night before.I paused by the window, watching t
Celine’s pov. The walk back to the villa was longer than usual. Not in distance—but in weight.The words Matthias had thrown at me echoed louder with every step. I told myself I didn’t care. That I’d heard worse. That nothing could rattle me after everything I’d done to hold Bloodfang together. But somehow, his voice still lingered.“You don’t ask for loyalty. You demand it.”The wind bit at my jaw as I turned the final corner leading to the private gates. The guards stood straight, stiff as statues as I passed. They didn’t dare speak—not to me. Not now.I slammed the villa door shut behind me and leaned against it for a breath. The house was silent again, spotless, polished. Whatever traces of last night were left had been wiped clean by the staff. As if it never happened.Except… I could still smell her. Still feel her. Her laughter. Her voice gasping my name. The way her body had curled into mine after.I looked up toward the stairs, toward where I’d left her this morning. I shoul
Celine’s pov. One of the women paused to collect a tray near the entryway, and I instinctively stepped back, half-hiding behind one of the stone columns that lined the corridor. She glanced in my direction briefly, her face carefully neutral, but I saw the flicker in her eyes.Recognition. My heart sank.I took a shaky breath and finally forced myself to keep moving. I needed answers. Or at the very least, I needed to find Kaine and yell at him for not warning me about the twenty people apparently living inside this house.The kitchen was empty, save for the smell of fresh coffee and something baking. Kaine was nowhere in sight. Neither was Matthias or anyone else familiar.Where the hell did he go? And why didn’t he tell me this place wasn’t as private as he made it seem?I leaned against the counter, chewing my lip, trying to ignore the echo of last night still rippling through my bones. The way he held me. The way his voice broke when I called his name. The way he kissed me after
Celine’s pov.He cleaned me gently, his brow furrowed like he was concentrating on something fragile. His fingertips grazed my skin like he was afraid of hurting me now, as if his roughness from earlier had been stored away, tucked into the shadows.When he was done, he reached for the water, lifting it to my lips. “Drink.”I didn’t argue. My throat was dry, and I needed something to ground me. I drank slowly, his hand steady at the back of my neck. When I was finished, he set the glass aside and slid into the bed beside me, pulling me into his chest with no hesitation.Just… holding me.I rested my head against his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers traced slow circles over my back, and the warmth of his body bled into mine until I stopped shaking. Until I felt safe.“Kaine…” I whispered.He didn’t answer at first. His hand came to rest at the back of my head, holding me there, like he needed me close just as much as I needed him.“I’m here,” he said f
Celine’s pov. The words wrecked me.He leaned back just enough to pull the shirt over my head, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me. His hands followed his gaze, gliding over my chest, fingers teasing the edge of my bra before tugging the straps down. I arched up toward him, unable to help it.“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice suddenly low, tight, like he was holding himself back with every ounce of strength he had.“I do,” I breathed, and it wasn’t just lust behind the words. It was surrender. Full, raw, terrifying surrender.And that was all it took. The tension between us shattered.Kaine kissed me again, but this time there was no restraint. His mouth was hot and hungry, his hands everywhere—cupping, gripping, dragging me deeper into the moment. His shirt came off in seconds, and the feel of his bare skin against mine made me gasp into his mouth.He moved down, mouth trailing over my collarbone, down my chest, teeth grazing just enough to make me writhe. My fingers
Celine’s pov. He set the glass down on the small table beside the hearth with a soft clink. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached for my waist and pulled me to him—not roughly, not like the wild, volatile Kaine I’d grown used to, but with a kind of reverence that unnerved me more than any snarl ever could.I didn’t resist.My body betrayed me the moment his fingers touched the small of my back. The air left my lungs in a shaky exhale, and I tilted my head back just slightly, instinctively, like my body knew what was coming.“I want you to stop pretending,” he murmured, voice low, rich, and fraying at the edges. “Like you don’t lie awake thinking about the way I touch you. Like your body doesn’t burn when I’m near.”His thumb brushed the skin just beneath the hem of my shirt. Barely there. But it was enough to make my knees soften.“I don’t—” I started, but the words were weak. Hollow.“Liar,” he whispered, and his mouth descended on mine.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t asking.It was c
Celine’s pov. The words seemed magic in their simplicity and weight. What would life be like once I stepped over the threshold of that luxurious villa? Would I still feel like an outsider, or would I find my place beside him? Shaking my head to dispel the lingering thoughts, I started moving around the room. I stuffed clothes into a suitcase, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of my emotions. Why did this matter to me so much? Perhaps it was the possibility that I could find solace more than anything else. I had a chance to carve out my own space, to navigate this world with Kaine as my unlikely companion. The thought filled me with both dread and excitement, a dangerous cocktail that burned in my chest. It wouldn’t be easy, but what in life ever was? I owed it to myself to find out what lay on the other side of that door—what could be formed if I let my walls come down, at least for a moment. After what felt like eternity, I zipped up the suitcase decisively, determination w
Celine’s pov. I lay on the bed, the fabric cool and smooth against my skin, but it did little to soothe the storm brewing in my heart. What an eventful evening it had been. Did Kaine really get mad because Tess called me a maid? A part of me wanted to laugh, but the other was too caught up in the whirlwind of confusion that surrounded my emotions. My mind raced. What exactly was happening to me? I had sworn I hated Kaine, ever since the fateful moment he traded me for a secret, ripping away any semblance of control I had over my own life. He had taken me hostage, thrown me into a world I never wished to be a part of, with the weight of his title hanging over me like a dark cloud. Every encounter with him felt like a battle between my instincts and my desires. But now? Now, perhaps somewhere deep inside, that venomous hatred began to fade, blurring into something alarmingly akin to yearning. I hated the realization, hated the way it twisted my stomach into knots. Was I really starti
Kaine’s pov. I studied her, searching for any sign of the girl I once knew. All I saw was someone fighting to hold onto a memory that was better left in the past. “I have let go, Tess! You’re the one clinging on. You’re not a victim here.” My words were harsh, but I felt them deep inside as though they were laced with the truth.The confusion and pain on her face melted my resolve, but I couldn’t back down. I wouldn’t. “You need to accept it. I’m not your Kaine anymore. You need to stop trying to make me feel guilty for moving on.”“Stop!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the air. “You really don’t think I wanted this to happen? That I would throw everything away for some silly rivalry?” Her eyes burned with frustration, and I felt an ache of regret crawling up my spine. “This isn’t just about us. This is about the future, about making decisions that matter.”“What future?” she snapped. “Your future without me?”“I’m trying to have a future without the ghost of what we used to