His Obsession, Her Doom: Forbidden Flame

Chapter Five

Kayla

His words felt like a death sentence. No, not felt—they are death sentences. We are from different worlds. He’s the future Alpha King, and I’m just an omega. Just an omega!

Did he even hear himself? There’s no way he understood what he’s saying, what this meant for me.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” I said, shaking my head despite the tightness in my chest. It shook, raw and strained, teetering between disbelief and fear. “Even if we are mates like you claim, you have to reject me. That is the right thing to do.”

He stared at me, his gaze was searing, unflinching, possessive, like he was daring me to repeat my last statement.

“I already made myself clear, I’m not rejecting you.”

I felt my anger simmering inside me. Has he gone mad or something? What in the world is wrong with him? I don’t even feel the damn mate bond and he was going to risk my life for something that clearly wasn’t supposed to be.

“No you don’t get to do that, you don’t get to claim me when you know the gravity of this. You will be putting me in danger if this gets out.” I snapped.

He smiled, like what I had just said meant nothing. Of course he didn’t care. He was a prince, after all. My life meant nothing to him and he wouldn’t mind risking it for his selfish desire.

I honestly did not know why the Moon Goddess had to paired me with someone like him. What happened to all the decent men out there? Why him? why the prince? Not only was our mate bond forbidden, his lifestyle was filthy. How could I accept a man who changed women like he change his underwear?

“The Moon Goddess pair me with you,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm. “She knows the best, and that best is you. So tell me why I should let go of a gift from the Moon Goddess?”

“Don’t be selfish,” I muttered, folding my arms. “You can easily find another mate, someone willing, someone who actually wants to be part of your royal mess. But no, you want to endanger my life instead.”

“Well, I don’t want another mate. I want you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Of course you do. Let me guess, because I’m the one woman who won’t throw herself at you?” I narrowed my eyes. “Newsflash, I won’t sleep with you, if that's why you’re so hell bent on claiming me.”

He let out a low, sultry chuckle.

“Oh,” he murmured, stepping towards me with maddening ease. His voice was like molten lava, slow, hot, and dangerous. “If all I want is your body…trust me, you will be in my arms by now.”

I stiffened, anger rising in my chest. He might be a prince, but he sure had a lot of nerve thinking he could just take whatever he wanted.

Well technically he could. But not me.

I took a step back, creating space between us. The last thing I wanted was to be inhaling his breath.

“You don’t own me,” I said, each word steady, even as my voice trembled. “I’m not some prize you can claim.”

For a moment, he was silent. Then his lips curled—not in mockery, but with something far more determined.

“I guess l will have to prove it to you, won’t I?”

I was both gobsmacked and irritated. Did I even want to be here standing around, trading words with him? If I walked away now, I am sure he would forget about me the moment he couldn’t find me.

I took a deep breath and met his eyes. That smirk, arrogant, taunting, daring me to challenge him. But instead of rising to it, I chose to leave. I would rather walk away than waste another breath on him.

“Whatever makes you happy,” I said, glancing around the space. Momentarily, I was in quiet awe. The place was stunning—far too luxurious to be anywhere near the school premises. He had to be ridiculously wealthy to afford a place like this.

Truthfully, I had no idea where I was or how to get back to school, let alone my dorm. And the dress I came in? I needed it back.

“Can I get my dress? The one I was wearing last night?”

He studied me for a while, his expression unreadable. The blank look on his face made it impossible to guess what was going through his head. Finally, he gave a small nod and pulled out his phone, typing something quickly.

“Your dress will be here soon. But first, l let’s have breakfast. I'm hungry,” he said, already heading toward the dining area I hadn’t even noticed before.

My breath caught in my throat, and a low groan slipped out of my lip.

Seriously? Can’t he read the room?

“I’m not hungry. I just want to go home.”

“More like you just want to get away from me.”

“You could say that.”

He sighed, clearly exhausted, things hadn’t gone the way he expected.

“Fine. I will let you go. But first, give me three reasons why you hate me….and why I should reject you.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He turned to me fully, leaning back against the wall with his hands buried in his joggers pocket.

“You heard me, Kayla.”

Goddess, why did I love the way my name sounded on his lips? I could listen to him say it all day.

“You really want to hear it?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

“Fine. But don’t get offended.”

He didn’t say anything, just waited.

“I could get killed if these words got out. That’s the reason. Second, your lifestyle irritates me. You sleep with anything in a skirt. I don’t want a mate who can’t control himself. And lastly…. I deserve someone better than you. Someone who sees me as more than a bond. Someone who chooses me, not out of instinct, but out of love.”

His expression did not change, but I knew my words hit something.

“You are the type of man I would never want to date. Yeah, you’re good looking. Handsome, even. But you can’t live like me. And I can’t live like you.”

A thick silence settled between us, weighted with everything left unsaid.

Then the door open and the maid came in, her eyes flicking between us before she held out my dress. I took it without a word, my fingers brushing the fabric as I turned to leave.

“Kayla.”

His voice stopped me.

“What if…” he exhaled sharply, like the words cost him so much. “What if you teach me? How to live like you. How to behave. How to be the man you want.”