บททั้งหมดของ FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 16

Kaine’s pov.she snapped, pushing against my chest. I let her, stepping back slightly, though not because she had any real strength against me—no, it was because I enjoyed seeing her fire.She straightened. “I don’t care if you’re the Alpha King of bloodfang pack,” she said through gritted teeth. “I will not tolerate you talking about my husband like I’m some insect you can crush beneath your boot.”My smirk faded. Ah…There it was…that rebellion. That sharp tongue. A dangerous thing to wield in my presence. I let the silence go on between us, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath was coming faster now. She was angry. And perhaps…a little afraid.Good!“You don’t get to decide what you tolerate, little wolf,” I said smoothly. “Not here.”Her eyes darkened. “Are you trying to keep me here against my will?”I smiled. “You’re asking the wrong question.”“Then what’s the right question?” She asked sharply.I leaned in, my lips almost brushing against her ear. “Why ar

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

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