CHAPTER 4: OBSESSION BEGINS
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Kade couldn’t sleep.
He stood in his penthouse, staring at the city smeared in neon and halogen, a glass of scotch hanging forgotten from his fingers. Three in the morning, and his mind never left her.
Sienna Reeves.
He kept replaying the moment she faced him—head high, gaze sharp. She hadn't flinched. She hadn’t flirted. She just looked at him like she was daring him to blink.
People didn’t challenge Kade. Not unless they wanted to regret it.
Since that meeting, he’d learned everything he could about her—work history, case files, daily routines. She lived alone in a box of an apartment, churned through seventy-hour weeks, had no family to speak of and almost no friends. Her name came up in one context: exceptional prosecutor. Uncompromising. No strings, no weakness.
Perfect.
And completely out of his reach.
He should’ve been annoyed by that. Instead, it got under his skin. Made something raw and hungry wake up inside him. This wasn’t just desire. It felt like obsession.
He wanted her.
Yeah, he noticed her body. He was only human. But that wasn’t all of it—not even most of it. He wanted to shatter whatever shield she’d built, make her react. Make her feel what everyone else did around him.
He wanted to own her. Completely.
A voice in his head tossed out a warning—she’s dangerous, she’s on you, you’re playing with fire here. She was building a case, and he’d be insane to get close.
But Kade never turned away from what he wanted.
And he wanted Sienna Reeves.
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Sienna kept telling herself she wasn’t thinking about him.
She knew she was lying.
Papers blanketed her desk, and she made a show of reading them, but her mind circled back. That office, that man—Kade Ashford—studying her like she was some puzzle he was dying to solve.
Or a prize he planned to claim.
Seventeen alphas prosecuted. She’d faced men whose presence broke other people. She never felt a thing. Immunity: that’s what they called it.
So why did Kade get to her?
Why did she remember the heat when he paced around her, eyes tracking every move, silent but dangerous?
“You’re thinking about him.”
Sienna blinked up. Rachel stood in the doorway, arms folded.
“I’m working.”
“You’ve been staring at that one paragraph for, what, twenty minutes?” Rachel came inside anyway. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. He’s arrogant. Top of the world. Thinks rules aren’t for him.”
“So, every alpha.”
“Exactly.”
“Then why do you look rattled?”
He was different. Something about him made her want to run and stay at the same time. He pulled at something dark and magnetic inside her.
But she kept it tucked away.
“I’m just tired,” she said.
Rachel stared longer than necessary, but she let it drop.
Alone, Sienna tried to glue her mind back to work. Evidence, motions, trial prep. Control.
Her phone buzzed on the desk.
Dinner tomorrow. 8PM. I’ll send a car.
She should ignore him. Block him, even.
Instead, she wrote: I don’t take orders from suspects.
The reply came fast: Not an order. An invitation. Unless you’re afraid…
Her jaw locked.
I’m not afraid of you.
Then prove it. 8PM.
Her pulse kicked up.
Bad idea. She absolutely knew it.
Fine. But I’m driving myself.
As you wish. I’ll send the address.
She laid her phone down and let the unease settle in her chest.
This was her job. Just another case. Just another man who thought he was untouchable.
But she wasn’t fooling herself.
Sienna Reeves never ran from danger.
And Kade Ashford was danger—straight down to the bone.
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