Celine’s pov.He held my hand, dragging me all the way to an office. Should I pull away from his grasp? My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer force of his presence. I was left thinking. Should I tell him to stop? But I didn’t.He opened the heavy doors and strode in, pulling me along. The room smelled of leather, dark wood, and something undeniably him. He let go of my wrist as he moved toward his desk, and I resisted the urge to rub the spot where his fingers had pressed into my skin.“Stop talking to other men,” he said, his voice low, yet filled with an authority that demanded obedience.I stared at his broad back as he moved toward his chair. The muscles in his shoulders flexed beneath his shirt, but my focus snapped back to his words.“How is that a problem?” I asked, my voice barely audible.He turned to face me, his gaze dark and piercing. “The problem is, I might end up killing someone.” He said.A bitter scoff left my lips. “The problem is, you’re keeping me her
Celine’s pov.Another day has come to an end, and there’s still no word from Lucien.I should be used to it by now, the silence, the lack of concern, the way he simply disappears when it’s convenient for him. But this time, it feels different. This time, I am not just left alone in our home, waiting for him to return from whatever duty he claims is keeping him busy. This time, I am trapped in a place that doesn’t belong to me, surrounded by strangers who refuse to let me leave. It’s suffocating.My mind began to wander, drifting back to the moment my world shifted. The first time I met him—the devil of an Alpha King.I remember the way his cold eyes lingered on me, the way he looked at me as if he could see through me, through my fears, through my weaknesses. Then there was the mall, that moment when he had stopped Lucien from hitting me, his presence overwhelming, his authority unquestionable. And then, as if the universe had twisted fate itself, I was forced to work with him as an ‘
Celine’s pov.I kept looking up at him. I didn’t know what to be more surprised about. That my husband had sold me off like I was nothing, or that he had possibly killed someone. How damning was this secret that he was willing to trade me just to keep it buried?I always knew Lucien didn’t love me, but this? This was something else entirely. This wasn’t just about neglect or manipulation, this was a deliberate act of betrayal, one he had likely planned for a long time.Even still, sending me away should have raised suspicions. The council, his father, someone would have questioned what happened to the woman he was supposed to rule beside. Unless, of course, he had already accounted for that too.Before I could think any further, I felt something rough graze my skin. A hand. I barely had time to react before I was being pulled forward. The Alpha king’s grip was firm, but not forceful, just enough to guide me without resistance. It was almost… gentle. As if I were something fragile, so
Celine’s pov.The moment the words left my lips, he crashed into me. His mouth claimed mine—hot, insistent, taking what he wanted without hesitation. My body reacted instantly, pressing into him as his hands slid down my waist, gripping me like he was staking his claim.Heat flared through me, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hunger I had long ignored. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t about feelings. This was about needing something, taking something for ourselves.He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured me. His lips moved with dominance, demanding submission, but I pushed back, refusing to be overpowered so easily. His low growl sent a shiver down my spine as he spun me around, pressing me against the cold desk behind me.“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. But I didn’t.His fingers traced the strap of my silk nightwear, dragging it down my shoulder. The fabric slipped, barely hanging on, teasing at what was to come. I felt his lips at the base of my th
Celine’s pov.Kaine must have seen it in my eyes because his smirk vanished, replaced by something even more dangerous. Possession.His hands gripped my waist as he pulled me flush against him, the heat of our bodies searing through the thin fabric of my nightwear. A soft moan escaped my lips, but he swallowed it with a kiss, deep and hungry.Then, with a sharp tug, he peeled the nightwear from my body. Cool air licked over my bare skin, but the moment of exposure lasted only a heartbeat before his body covered mine again, his warmth drowning out everything else.I felt him against me—bare, hard, and needing. One of his hands slid to my thigh, lifting it, opening me to him. My heart pounded, anticipation thick in my throat. I barely had time to breathe before he began to push inside.Slow. Deliberate. Unrelenting.The stretch was intoxicating. A gasp tore from my lips, my nails raking down his back as he filled me inch by inch. He was big, forcing my body to adjust to him, and for a m
Kaine’s pov.I lay in bed watching her stomp to the bathroom. Not long after, she stomped out again, already dressed in her nightwear. Without sparing me a single glance, she yanked the door open and stormed out of my office as if she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Her defiance was amusing, yet something about the way she left—so determined to put distance between us, it grated on my nerves. She thought this was over. She thought she could walk away without looking back. She was wrong.I ran a hand over my face before pulling the sheet over my waist, knowing Oscar could barge in at any moment. Then again, considering how loud we’d been, he had enough common sense not to disturb me just yet.I exhaled, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. That was the best sex I’d had in a long time, but wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to myself, but something about Celine made my blood burn hotter, made me lose control in a way I never had
Celine’s pov.I woke up the next morning, my entire body sore, especially my waist. The dull ache was a cruel reminder of the night before, and the memories it carried were ones I wasn’t exactly proud of. I groaned, pressing my hand against my forehead as if I could somehow erase it all.Kaine…Even thinking his name sent a chill down my spine. It was as cold as his exterior, as distant as the way he had treated me after it was over. As if it hadn’t meant anything. And maybe it hadn’t. But it had felt real in the moment.I sighed heavily, pushing away the thought. It was done. There was no reason to dwell on it. If he could act like it was nothing, then so could I.The large wall clock in the room caught my attention, its ticking suddenly too loud in the silence. I needed to get out of here. To see Lucien. To demand answers. Was I even allowed to leave? That thought made my stomach turn. I wasn’t a prisoner, was I?A surge of determination ran through me as I got out of bed and dresse
Celine’s pov.“I know what that little secret of yours is,” I said, my voice unwavering despite the fury boiling inside me.Lucien stood a few feet away from me, his sharp gaze narrowing. There was panic in his eyes, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold indifference.“You’re a traitor to your own pack,” I continued, taking a slow step forward, daring him to deny it. “Not just that, you had someone killed and then covered it up. You think I don’t know? I know everything, Lucien. And I swear, I will expose you. To the pack. To the council. To your father!”That got his attention.The air between us grew tense, thick with warning. Lucien’s jaw clenched as he took a step toward me, his aura shifting from irritation to something much more dangerous.“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice low and almost condescending, but I saw it—the slight twitch in his fingers, the way his nostrils flared. I had struck a nerve.“Oh, but I do,” I
Celine’s pov.ripple of murmurs spread through the council, eyes narrowing with disapproval. I felt my breath hitch, my hands clenching into fists.“This is ridiculous!” I burst out, my voice shaking. “I never wrote that letter. This is a setup!”One of the elders looked at me sharply. “Are you calling your husband a liar?”I turned to Lucien. His expression was carefully blank, but his eyes… there was amusement there, hidden beneath a mask of disappointment. He was enjoying this.I swallowed hard. “I am saying that I am being framed.”Lucien sighed as if my words pained him. “Celine, lying won’t help you. The truth is right here in this letter. You committed adultery.”A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the gathered audience.“Who is he?” One of the elders demanded.My blood turned cold. Lucien’s lips curled ever so slightly. “A rogue from outside our borders. She has been meeting him in secret.”A rogue? So, he really had no idea about Kaine. He wasn’t punishing me for what truly
Celine’s pov.Three days.I had spent three entire days in the study, bound to a chair, my ribs cracked and screaming in pain with every shallow breath. No food, no water, no sign of Lucien, just silence and suffering.At first, I thought Lucien had forgotten about me. That he had locked me away in here to rot, a slow punishment for daring to challenge him. But then, the door had finally creaked open. The moment the maids entered, I knew something was wrong.They carried fresh clothes, soft fabrics far too elegant for a prisoner. They brought warm water to clean my face, wiped away the dried blood caked on my lips, and applied makeup to conceal the bruises. They even brushed my hair, taming the tangled mess it had become.Lucien wanted me to look good. But for what? Or for who?My ribs protested as they pulled me to my feet. Every movement sent sharp pain through my body, but I clenched my jaw and endured it. The maids were silent, their faces carefully blank as they dressed me. I tri
Kaine’s pov.I needed this. Needed to forget. Forget her. Forget the way she looked at me—eyes full of suspicion and vulnerability, like she knew something I didn’t. Forget how her body felt against mine, her soft curves, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in my hands. I didn’t need to think about her. I didn’t.The woman beneath me was eager, grinding against me with a soft moan as I pushed her hips into the mattress, but all I could feel was the heat in my chest, the dull ache of longing. Her lips, her breath, everything was a dull echo. I clenched my jaw and tightened my grip on her waist, desperate to keep my mind from wandering.She whimpered as I moved harder, faster. The rush of her body beneath mine was supposed to make me forget, supposed to drown out the voice in the back of my head that kept whispering Celine’s name. But it didn’t. It only made it worse.I thrust into her, every movement mechanical, driven by some dark, primal need to expel this fucking frustration. She wa
Celine’s pov.I watched him walk out of the study, not even turning back to look at me. The heavy sound of the door slamming shut sent a tremor through me. I flinched, my breath rising in my throat as the room was swallowed by silence.It was only then—only after the rage in me had settled and the bruises started to throb, that the weight of what I had done finally sank in. I’d made a mistake. A terrible, irreversible mistake.The pain in my ribs was sharp, stabbing with every shallow breath I took. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that something had cracked, maybe even broken. My arms were wrenched behind me, wrists bound so tightly that the rope bit into my skin. I could feel my pulse hammering against the it, my circulation already suffering from how harshly I had been tied. And my mouth—taped shut, it kept me from screaming for help, even if someone had been around to hear me. Which they weren’t. Lucien made sure of that.A sickening realization settled in my stomach…he might act
Celine’s pov.“I know what that little secret of yours is,” I said, my voice unwavering despite the fury boiling inside me.Lucien stood a few feet away from me, his sharp gaze narrowing. There was panic in his eyes, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold indifference.“You’re a traitor to your own pack,” I continued, taking a slow step forward, daring him to deny it. “Not just that, you had someone killed and then covered it up. You think I don’t know? I know everything, Lucien. And I swear, I will expose you. To the pack. To the council. To your father!”That got his attention.The air between us grew tense, thick with warning. Lucien’s jaw clenched as he took a step toward me, his aura shifting from irritation to something much more dangerous.“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice low and almost condescending, but I saw it—the slight twitch in his fingers, the way his nostrils flared. I had struck a nerve.“Oh, but I do,” I
Celine’s pov.I woke up the next morning, my entire body sore, especially my waist. The dull ache was a cruel reminder of the night before, and the memories it carried were ones I wasn’t exactly proud of. I groaned, pressing my hand against my forehead as if I could somehow erase it all.Kaine…Even thinking his name sent a chill down my spine. It was as cold as his exterior, as distant as the way he had treated me after it was over. As if it hadn’t meant anything. And maybe it hadn’t. But it had felt real in the moment.I sighed heavily, pushing away the thought. It was done. There was no reason to dwell on it. If he could act like it was nothing, then so could I.The large wall clock in the room caught my attention, its ticking suddenly too loud in the silence. I needed to get out of here. To see Lucien. To demand answers. Was I even allowed to leave? That thought made my stomach turn. I wasn’t a prisoner, was I?A surge of determination ran through me as I got out of bed and dresse
Kaine’s pov.I lay in bed watching her stomp to the bathroom. Not long after, she stomped out again, already dressed in her nightwear. Without sparing me a single glance, she yanked the door open and stormed out of my office as if she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Her defiance was amusing, yet something about the way she left—so determined to put distance between us, it grated on my nerves. She thought this was over. She thought she could walk away without looking back. She was wrong.I ran a hand over my face before pulling the sheet over my waist, knowing Oscar could barge in at any moment. Then again, considering how loud we’d been, he had enough common sense not to disturb me just yet.I exhaled, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. That was the best sex I’d had in a long time, but wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to myself, but something about Celine made my blood burn hotter, made me lose control in a way I never had
Celine’s pov.Kaine must have seen it in my eyes because his smirk vanished, replaced by something even more dangerous. Possession.His hands gripped my waist as he pulled me flush against him, the heat of our bodies searing through the thin fabric of my nightwear. A soft moan escaped my lips, but he swallowed it with a kiss, deep and hungry.Then, with a sharp tug, he peeled the nightwear from my body. Cool air licked over my bare skin, but the moment of exposure lasted only a heartbeat before his body covered mine again, his warmth drowning out everything else.I felt him against me—bare, hard, and needing. One of his hands slid to my thigh, lifting it, opening me to him. My heart pounded, anticipation thick in my throat. I barely had time to breathe before he began to push inside.Slow. Deliberate. Unrelenting.The stretch was intoxicating. A gasp tore from my lips, my nails raking down his back as he filled me inch by inch. He was big, forcing my body to adjust to him, and for a m
Celine’s pov.The moment the words left my lips, he crashed into me. His mouth claimed mine—hot, insistent, taking what he wanted without hesitation. My body reacted instantly, pressing into him as his hands slid down my waist, gripping me like he was staking his claim.Heat flared through me, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hunger I had long ignored. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t about feelings. This was about needing something, taking something for ourselves.He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured me. His lips moved with dominance, demanding submission, but I pushed back, refusing to be overpowered so easily. His low growl sent a shiver down my spine as he spun me around, pressing me against the cold desk behind me.“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. But I didn’t.His fingers traced the strap of my silk nightwear, dragging it down my shoulder. The fabric slipped, barely hanging on, teasing at what was to come. I felt his lips at the base of my th