Claimed By The Alpha: His Perfect Obsession

Episode 12

The Warning

The hand covering Isla’s mouth was firm, but not cruel.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she twisted, tried to scream,but the stranger leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.

“Stop struggling. I’m not here to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice low, urgent, unfamiliar. “I knew your mother.”

That froze her.

“You knew my mother?” Isla asked, her voice brittle and hoarse.

The hooded man didn’t step back. “I did. And if you value your life, you’ll stay far away from him.”

“Kael saved me.”

“That’s what he does,” the man said, voice calm. “He saves the ones he breaks. Ask him what happened to the last woman he marked.”

Isla’s pulse raced. “Who are you?”

“Someone who watched your mother die for trusting the wrong monster.”

“She…died?”

“They made sure of it. And if you let him get close, they’ll use you to finish what they started.”

“Why are you here?”

“To remind you what happens when you confuse a cage for comfort.”

Before she could speak again, the door groaned.

Kael stood in the frame, drenched and still.

The stranger was gone.

Kael didn’t speak as Isla turned to face him, arms folded tight. Her heart was still thudding, but not from fear. From confusion. And a feeling dangerously close to longing.

“What did he tell you?” Kael finally asked.

“That you’re the end of me.”

A beat of silence clouded them.

“I never claimed to be the beginning.”

She stared at him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about her? About my mother?”

Kael’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Because the last time I saw her, she was trying to save you.”

“And you let them take her?”

“I was trying to survive,” he snapped.

“So was she.”

His jaw clenched. “You think I haven’t lived every day since then hearing her voice? Seeing her face when I close my eyes?”

The anger in her chest cracked, and under it a tender and tragic feeling.

“Why me, Kael?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But it was always going to be you.”

Isla turned from him, pacing a few steps before stopping. “You want to know the worst part?”

Kael stayed still, eyes tracking her every movement.

“I spent years trying to be normal. To be quiet. Safe. I thought I had it all figured out. College, a job offer, someone who made me feel seen.” Her voice cracked. “Then I walked in on him with my stepbrother.”

Kael blinked, startled.

“I stood in the doorway. They didn’t stop. They didn’t even look ashamed.”

She laughed bitterly. “So I left. Packed everything, deleted my life, and took the first job that didn’t ask too many questions.”

Kael stepped forward. “And you ended up in this.”

“I thought I was escaping monsters. Turns out I was walking right into their den.”

He exhaled. “I’m not like them.”

“You could be.”

Isla turned from him, crossing the room slowly, her fingers trailing over the edge of the old table. She spoke without looking back.

“There were days I used to pretend,” she said. “That if I smiled enough, if I played it quiet and safe, the world wouldn’t notice me. That it wouldn’t... touch me.”

Kael listened in silence, the weight in her voice anchoring him.

“I used to sketch. I know it sounds silly, but… it was mine. It was quiet and soft and no one could take it from me.”

She turned, eyes glistening.

“And then one day I walked into a room and watched everything I loved unravel in one glance. No warning. No apology.”

He stepped toward her. “What did you do?”

“I ran.”

They paused, their eyes speaking volumes.Then in a softer voice, “And I hated that I did.”

Kael's voice lowered. “You’re not running now.”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m standing in a room with someone I should fear… and I don’t want to leave.”

Their eyes locked again.

“Maybe I should,” she said. “But I want to know what this is. What we are.”

Kael exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for a decade. “You’re the first thing that’s ever made me feel human again.”

She smiled faintly, brokenly. “Then maybe we both needed a reason to stop pretending.”

“I’m trying not to be.”

She turned to face him again. “Why me?”

“I don’t know,” he said softly. “But when I saw you, something inside me stopped clawing. For the first time in years, I wasn’t angry. I was... still.”

“Then why do you keep pulling away?”

Kael’s voice dropped. “Because I don’t trust myself with you.”

“You think I’m fragile?”

“No,” he said. “I think you’re the only thing that could undo me.”

She didn’t step back. Didn’t break eye contact.

“I’m already undone.”

He reached for her, slow, hesitant, brushing his fingers down her cheek.

Isla leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut.

When she opened them, he was closer.

But still not enough.

And that was what hurt most.

“What are you so afraid of?” she asked, her voice quieter now. “Me?”

“No,” Kael said. “I’m afraid of what I want from you.”

Her breath caught.

“I want to protect you,” he said. “But I want to claim you too. And if I do... I don’t know what I’ll become.”

Isla stared at him, her heart slamming against her ribs.

“I don’t want you to save me,” she whispered. “I want you to stay.”

He closed the distance between them. His hand slid behind her neck, gently tilting her chin up.

Their lips were a breath apart.

“I shouldn’t,” he murmured.

“I know.”

But neither of them moved.

And yet neither let go.

Her hands curled into his shirt.

He leaned in, then stopped.

His forehead rested against hers, and for a long, shaking second, it felt like the world held its breath.

“I can’t,” he rasped. “Not until I’m sure I won’t ruin you.”

“You already have.”

Kael pulled back like he’d been struck.

He stepped away, fists clenched.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice trembling. “But I don’t want to be saved. I want to be chosen.”

He turned his back to her, his voice hollow.

“I never stopped choosing you.”

Isla stepped toward him, heart pounding. “Then show me.”

Kael didn’t flinch.

Her hands slid up his chest, curling into his shirt like she needed to hold on before she shattered.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered.

His voice was rough. “You should be.”

“I’m not.”

He didn’t wait. His mouth slammed into hers—hot, primal, all teeth and tongue and urgency. There was no grace in it, no softness—just raw, unfiltered hunger. The kind that came from years of restraint snapping like a broken chain. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he devoured her mouth, nipping her bottom lip until she moaned.

She kissed him back like she’d been starving, clutching at his shirt, dragging her nails down his back like she wanted to mark him, claim him. Her fingers tore at his clothes, desperate and clumsy, and when she found skin, she scraped her teeth across the curve of his jaw like she needed to feel him everywhere at once.

Kael growled—a sound guttural and unhinged—and lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, ankles locking behind him. She could feel the hard line of his arousal through the strained fabric between them, thick and demanding. He carried her to the bed like a man possessed, like putting her down was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. His lips never left her skin—trailing fire down her throat, over her collarbone, biting her shoulder just hard enough to make her gasp.

Clothes vanished—ripped, flung, forgotten. One after another, until nothing stood between them but sweat and breathless anticipation.

She fell back onto the bed, and he followed, pinning her down with the full weight of his body. Skin on skin, sweat already glistening between them. His chest heaved against hers, and his hand slid down, fingers parting her slick folds without hesitation.

“Already wet for me?” he rasped, voice gravel and smoke.

She whimpered, hips arching. “I’ve been wet for you since the first time you looked at me like this.”

That was all it took.

Kael sank two fingers deep into her, pumping slow and deep, watching her unravel with every curl of his knuckle. Her walls clenched around him, tight and desperate, soaking his hand. He pulled them out slowly, watching her bite back a cry, then sucked her slick from his fingers like she was the only taste he ever wanted.

“f**k,” he muttered, eyes black with need. “You taste like sin.”

And then he was inside her in one hard, deep thrust—no warning, no teasing. Her back arched, her cry ragged and breathless as he filled her to the hilt.

There was no rhythm at first, just pure chaos—his hips slamming into hers, her nails raking down his back, her legs clamping around his waist like she couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling out. Each thrust was a brutal promise. He f****d her like he was claiming her soul.

“You’re mine,” he growled again, panting into the crook of her neck. “Every f*****g inch of you. Say it.”

“Yes,” she gasped, voice breaking. “I’m yours. I’m—f**k—Kael, please don’t stop.”

Her name was a prayer on his lips, his thrusts growing faster, rougher, deeper. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard slamming the wall with each pounding stroke. Sweat slicked their bodies, sticking skin to skin, her breath catching with every brutal plunge.

She came with a sob, walls fluttering around him, soaking him, shaking beneath him. But he didn’t stop. He gripped her thighs, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up.

“Not done,” he growled. “I’m not f*****g done with you.”

She moaned, collapsing onto her elbows as he slammed back into her from behind, his hand pressing between her shoulders, forcing her deeper into the mattress. The angle was punishing. Perfect. Her cries turned guttural, broken things that filled the room, matched only by the sound of wet, frenzied skin meeting skin. He roared her name and spilled inside her—hot, thick, endless.

They collapsed together, bodies shaking, breathless, ruined.