My Alpha’s Little Thief

Chapter 4

"You want to know what I did?" she whispered, stepping closer. "Let's just say... you wouldn't want to be the next man who trusts me."

Kael's eyes narrowed. The woman before him was a contradiction. Her delicate features masking something far more dangerous. Magnus was dead, and she was running from him. But as he watched her now, something wasn't adding up.

She looked too calm. Too practiced. A woman with no blood on her hands would be trembling right now.

"You don't seem particularly devastated by your fiancé's death," he observed, circling her like a predator.

Seraphina knew he was watching her. Every breath, every blink—he was searching for a crack in her story. So she leaned into it.

"I was trapped. He was a monster." She shrugged one slender shoulder. "Maybe someone else wanted him dead too."

"And yet, you don't seem heartbroken." Kael stepped closer, his gaze burning into hers. "Or surprised."

Her violet eyes met his, not blinking. "Should I pretend to weep for a man who treated me like a property?" She tilted her head. "Would that satisfy your curiosity?"

She pivoted, turning the conversation on him. "Why do you even care?" Her voice softened, becoming alluring, dangerous. "Are you planning to return me to my dead fiancé?"

Kael smirked, closing the distance between them in one fluid movement. His palm pressed against the wall beside her head, caging her in. Testing her reaction.

"That depends, little thief," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "Are you worth keeping?"

Her heart raced, but she refused to show weakness. She shoved him away with both hands, surprising him with her strength.

"I'm not yours to keep," she spat.

Kael's eyes flashed gold, his wolf wanted her.

She didn’t miss it this time, she was sure his eyes changed colors. She needed to get out sooner.

Her gaze flicked to his phone on the nightstand. If she could make one call, arrange for a new escape plan...

She took a risk. Feigning a stumble, she caught onto his shirt, pressing close. "I can repay you," she whispered, fingers ghosting over his belt. "For saving me."

He stilled under her touch. For a second, the tension between them was unbearable. His grip tightened on her waist, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

Then—

She immediately swiped his phone and spun away. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she bolted for the door.

She almost made it.

But Kael moved too fast—inhumanly fast. One second she was running, the next she was pinned against the bed, his powerful body looming over her, the phone wrenched from her grasp.

"Did you really think you could steal from me?" His voice was dark, amused. But there was something else there too—a grudging respect.

She didn't answer—because the phone screen was still lit. And Kael's eyes were fixed on the number she'd been dialing.

His expression shifted, realization dawning slowly, terribly across his features.

"That account..." His voice dropped to a deadly quiet. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the missing trillion dollars, would you?"

Her stomach dropped. She was so close. So damned close.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, but it was too late. She could see in his eyes he'd put it together.

His weight pressed her deeper into the mattress, his face inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the intoxicating scent of his skin. Danger had never felt so seductive.

"You're either the worst damsel in distress I've ever met..." Kael murmured, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed her ear, "or the best liar."

Her breath hitched. He was too close. Too quick. Too everything.

"So tell me, sweetheart..." His fingers brushed over her racing pulse, thumb tracing the delicate line of her throat. "Exactly how much of that stolen money is sitting in your account?"