Alpha’s Angel

The Alpha’s Dark Games

The warm morning light poured through the tall windows of the estate, gilding every surface with a soft, golden glow. Sage moved briskly through the room he called into, beginning to wipe the long table with precision. Her movements were quick but careful; she always made sure to leave nothing out of place. Any mistake could draw unnecessary attention, and the last thing she wanted was another conversation with Kael.

But Kael always found her.

He always found a way to converse.

She felt him before she saw him—the faint shift in the air, the subtle tension that seemed to follow wherever he went. His presence was like a storm on the horizon, unavoidable and dangerous.

“Angel,” came his deep, velvety voice from behind her.

She froze for the briefest moment before forcing herself to relax, gripping a damp towel a little tighter than necessary. “Alpha,” she replied without turning around, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

Kael moved closer, his footsteps deliberate, each one echoing in the vast, empty bedroom. “Still so formal,” he said, his voice carrying a faint chuckle. “I’ve told you, Angel, you don’t have to call me that.”

Sage turned slowly, her gaze carefully avoiding his. “It’s respectful.”

Kael leaned casually against the table, his dark eyes fixed on her. There was a sharpness in his gaze, a predator sizing up his prey. “Respect is one thing, but distance? That’s another. Don’t you think you’ve kept enough distance between us?”

She swallowed hard but didn’t answer, instead moving to the other side of the table to set the remaining plates. He followed her, his movements fluid and unrelenting, like a shadow she couldn’t shake.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “that you never look at me. Why is that, Angel? Are you shy?” A egotistical smile crept across his face..

“I’m busy,” Sage said flatly, her hands trembling just slightly as she arranged the silverware. “There’s a lot to do this morning.”

Kael stepped closer, his fingers brushing hers as she reached to clean. The contact was brief, but it sent a shiver up her spine—not from attraction, but from the overwhelming intensity of him.

“You’re always busy,” he murmured, his tone bordering on playful. “You work harder than anyone here. But that’s what I like about you. So focused, so dedicated.”

Sage pulled her hand away, trying to steady her breathing. “I’m just doing my job, Alpha.”

“Kael,” he corrected smoothly. “Say it. I want to hear you say my name.”

She shook her head, moving to the far end of the table. “I really don’t have time for this.”

Kael was in front of her in an instant, his speed a stark reminder of the power he wielded as the Alpha. He blocked her path, towering over her, his dark eyes glittering with something unreadable and dark natured.

“You never make time for me,” he said softly, his tone almost mockingly hurt. “Do you know how many people would kill for even a moment of my attention? And yet, here I am, giving it to you, and you run away.”

Sage clenched her jaw, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “What do you want from me? You said you had something for me?”

Kael’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending.” mummy

“Pretending what?”

“That you don’t feel it too,” he said, his voice a quiet challenge. “The connection. The pull. It’s written in your every movement, Angel.”

Sage’s heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let him see her fear. “You’re imagining things,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

Kael tilted his head, studying her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “You can deny it all you want. But we both know the truth. It’s only a matter of time before you stop running.”

Before she could respond, a sharp voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Kael.”

Sage turned to see Astrid standing in the doorway, her expression cold and imperious. Arms crossed and foot tapping, Her eyes flicked between Sage and Kael, narrowing ever so slightly. “The council is waiting for you.”

Kael’s smile didn’t falter, though his gaze lingered on Sage for a moment longer than necessary. “Of course,” he said smoothly, straightening. “Duty calls.”

He stepped away, but not before brushing a hand lightly against Sage’s arm—a touch so fleeting it could almost be dismissed, but not by Astrid.

As Kael strode toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locking on Sage. “Don’t work too hard, Angel. I’ll be back soon.” He winked at her

Astrid’s gaze burned into Sage as she followed Kael out of the room, her lips pressed into a thin line. The tension lingered even after they were gone, wrapping around Sage like a suffocating weight.

She exhaled slowly, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the table. Kael’s games were relentless, his intentions unmistakable. And Astrid’s fury was a storm brewing in the middle of the ocean.

Sage didn’t know how much longer she could endure this. But one thing was certain: she had to find a way out. Or a way for him to notice his own wife instead.