All Chapters of Alpha's Hidden Chains: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*** Lilliana's POVI’d arrived early, and the hotel’s parking lot was as busy as I’d imagined. I’d just be another face in a sea of people—anonymous, forgettable.The air in my small car was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of excitement and nerves that clung to me like a second skin. I’d been sitting here too long, trapped in a loop of what-ifs. But there was something intoxicating about the waiting, about watching people filter into the hotel and trying to guess which one might be them. Him, her, them—it didn’t matter.It all came down to trust—trusting myself. Could I let go, just for tonight? Could I trust the process… his process? The thought made me chuckle, a nervous, half-choked sound that felt more revealing than comforting. My nerves were in overdrive, and the irony wasn’t lost on me.For nearly an hour, I watched people come and go, hoping for a sign, a clue—anything to tip the scales. Maybe I’d spot someone who looked as anxious as I felt, or someone striding in with o

(NOW)*** AlphaWatcher's POV“Interesting…” The word slips out as I lean back in the chair. The screen light is soft. It throws shadows in the room, but I don’t mind them. I hadn’t expected much tonight. The forums are usually full of junk. Clickbait. Bad attempts at fishing for attention. But this one is different.The ad is plain. Direct. It has just enough in it to show the person knows what they want. Or thinks they do. Most posts are desperate. Or worse. Full of fantasies that don’t make sense. But this one is clear. Serious. Thoughtful.I’ve seen plenty of submissives at the gatherings. The parties where everyone knows the score. Where the lines between what’s real and what’s not blur just enough to make it good. Those are controlled. Planned. I like the chase. Breaking down walls. Pushing limits. But the classifieds? They’re just a way to relax. To see who thinks they can play in our world.This ad isn’t the usual. There’s something deeper in it. Experience, maybe. Or hunger, h

(SIX WEEKS EARLIER)*** AlphaWatcher's POVAlphaWatcher sat in his study, the distant hum of the city filtering through the open window. The soft glow of the screen reflected off his face, illuminating the room with a faint, steady light. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, the weight of his next message heavy with significance. This wasn’t about dominance, at least not in the way most understood it. He was a Guide, and that distinction mattered, even if he did demand obedience.His mind was sharp, calculating. He hadn’t seen enough of Lilliana to fully understand her, but the way she’d approached writing that ad suggested she was new to this dynamic. There was potential there—potential that needed to be nurtured, not controlled.He typed the first message, his words deliberate.……… >> AlphaWatcher: “It’s important you understand the difference between what one might expect and what I offer. My role is to Guide you. You, as the Follower, will learn to trust in that guidance, to fi

*** Lilliana's POVLilliana’s heart raced as she made her way to the door, bumping into a chair on her way, the dull thud momentarily breaking her stride. Her eyes burned slightly, but she paid no mind to it. She was on autopilot now, her body moving of its own accord. Eamon had groomed her well, and it was as if a switch had flipped in her mind. No reservations, no second thoughts. She trusted her instincts, and they told her to trust him.Reaching the door, she ignored the peephole, leaving the safety latch in place as she turned the handle. The door creaked open, and there he was, the charmer from the parking lot, with that above-average smile that now seemed so much more. He smelled incredible, a mix of something earthy and intoxicating that made her throat catch. For a brief moment, her inner monologue went silent, as if her thoughts themselves had stilled in his presence.“What took you so long,” he muttered, his voice soft but laced with something deeper, almost wistful. The wor

*** Liliana's POVI melted back against Eamon, my fingers still laced behind his head. That tension was the only thing keeping me upright. His hand finally let go of my clit, which echoed with tremors as my walls spasmed around his cock. His fingertips glided up my sides, barely touching the skin, sending goosebumps across my flesh and hardening my nipples again. His breath was hot and ragged against the back of my head as his thrusting ceased.For a moment, I forgot where we were. The city skyline stretched out before us, fading into the darkness of the desert beyond. The last bit of sunlight slowly drowned behind the distant mountains. It looked like this moment felt—surreal. His large hands came up around me, caging my shoulders like a living harness. I started to unlink my fingers, thinking of separating us, when I felt his hot breath on my neck. I froze, unable—unwilling—to pull away. He used the vulnerable angle to pull me down harder into his lap grinding into me again; Eamon