Semua Bab FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Celine’s pov.The silk gown clung to my body like a second skin, its shimmering feel mocking the cold emptiness I felt inside. I barely moved as I stood stiffly at the grand party, the chatter of wolves ringing in my ears. I shivered, despite the warmth emanating from the fireplace. It felt cold, which was a contrast to the atmosphere. It’s a feeling I had grown accustomed to, one that haunts me in my dreams and remained long after I woke.The plush carpet under my feet provided a little bit of comfort, but that was only for a while…a while until I caught sight of my husband. His chiseled profile was lit up by the soft glow of the chandelier. He threw his head back in laughter, as his eyes crinkled at the corner. Lucien…my mate, my husband—these words felt dry, as dry as the bond we both shared. Who knew marriage could turn into a nightmare?I watched him closely, searching for something…anything that might explain how we got here. But deep down, I already knew. Everything changed t

Celine’s pov.He took a step closer. Not rushed, not hesitant. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur only me could hear.“Did you hurt your wrist?”The question was soft and gentle, yet it sent a slow, searing heat curling through my veins.I didn’t know what unsettled me more—the quiet, possessive way he asked it… or the way my pulse betrayed me, hammering beneath my skin. His eyes flicked downward, his gaze sweeping over my wrist in a cold, assessing way. He wasn’t just looking—he was studying, as if searching for the slightest hint of damage.Something in me cracked. Like a dam bursting, every emotion I had fought to suppress…Lucien’s neglect, the humiliation of this evening, the drunk man’s grip, everything came rushing to the surface. And before I could stop it, a sob tore from my throat.Tears welled up, hot and uncontrollable. I turned away sharply, my back to him, mortified. Why was I crying? Was it exhaustion? Frustrat

Celine’s pov.Even under the harsh mall lights, he looked stunning. His thick black hair was messy yet stylish. His olive-toned skin complemented his sharp cheekbones and straight nose. But it was his eyes that really caught my attention. They were a deep, hypnotic green that seemed to hold me in place.I felt it again. That pull. That eerie stillness in my veins. What was the Alpha king of bloodfang pack doing here?He didn’t even look at me. He simply continued picking up the scattered mess, his long fingers brushing over the ruined items with an almost infuriating lack of urgency.Before I could fully process it, another person rushed forward—a young employee, eyes wide and a panic filled face. Perhaps it was fear, but they didn’t dare let a man like him kneel on their floor picking up shattered glass. They took over the task immediately.I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to stand. I didn’t know if this was a coincidence or something else entirely, but the idea of running into him

Celine’s pov.I sat on the terrace, cradling a warm cup of tea between my hands, letting the morning breeze caress my skin. The rich aroma of herbs curled in the air, filling my lungs as I took a slow sip, savoring the warmth that spread through me. The soft chirping of birds and the distant rustling of leaves made for a peaceful morning, one I wished could last forever. For a moment, I let myself believe it would.The events of last night had completely escaped my mind. Perhaps it was exhaustion or the way I had trained myself to forget things that only weighed me down. Either way, I didn’t want to think about Lucien’s cold silence, the terrifying moment when he had almost hit me, or the Alpha King’s unsettling presence. I didn’t want to think at all.The sky stretched endlessly, soft clouds drifting lazily over the treetops. This was what I longed for—peace, simplicity, a life where I wasn’t constantly questioning my worth. But peace never lasted.Lucien’s footsteps broke through th

Celine’s pov.The moment I stepped out of the car, the doors behind me shut with a finality that made my stomach twist. The air was cold, but the tension that surrounded the estate was suffocating.The guards who had escorted me here had barely spoken a word, and now, they simply gestured for me to move forward. My footsteps echoed against the floor as I hesitantly followed with a nagging feeling creeping up my spine…I turned slightly, glancing at the stern, faceless warriors stationed along the corridors. Their armor gleamed under the dim light as they watched, but they did not speak.I wasn’t sure what to expect inside, but as soon as the heavy doors swung open, I realized this place was far more than a simple administrative outpost. The interior was cold and imposing, the walls made of dark stone, the floors polished to perfection. Dim lighting made long shadows across the corridors as I was guided through them. I saw no banners or symbols of Bloodfang’s crest, but there was no dou