The Alpha Who Broke Me

Chapter 1

Standing by the window, I fight to calm the riot in my chest. The room is dim, a muted breath before the storm that always follows Kael. I can smell him even before he steps through the door, heavy and warm, a presence that promises both comfort and chaos. My heart thrums in my ears, each beat a reminder of the electricity that crackles between us, a tension that feels almost unbearable.

I glance outside, the moonlit world blurring into soft shadows. It's quiet—too quiet. The only sound is my breathing, a mix of anticipation and dread, as I stare into the darkness, feeling small and exposed. The cool glass of the window chills my palm, but the air in the room feels thick with his scent, a lingering echo of him that fills every corner. I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to change.

Then, the door opens. It closes quietly behind him, but there’s nothing timid about the way he enters. Kael fills the room like a storm, dominating the space with his presence. I can feel my breath hitch in my throat. My gaze lands on him, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up—a betrayal that leaves me both exhilarated and terrified. He moves with purpose, each step slow, controlled, a predator approaching its prey. I try to hold myself proud, to stand tall against the weight of his gaze, but it’s futile. My body betrays me.

His piercing blue eyes roam over my face, settling for just a moment on my lips before gliding down my neck, along my collarbone. Every part of me feels like it’s on fire under his scrutiny. My breath quickens as he halts just in front of me. I struggle to maintain my composure, but the flutter of excitement in my stomach has long since spiraled into a full-blown storm. His hand lifts, fingers brushing my chin, a command that leaves me no choice but to look into his eyes.

“Look at me.” His voice is low, edged with danger, and it stirs something deep within me—a mix of yearning and fear.

I obey without hesitation, my heart hammering as our gazes lock. There’s a flicker of something fierce in his expression, something that sends my mind racing. “I’ve felt you all day,” he continues, the intensity in his tone making my knees weak. “You’re my weakness and my property at the same time.”

The words send a shiver through me, confusion bubbling at the edges of my desire. I’m both thrilled and apprehensive as his hand slides to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s hardly any space left between us. I feel the solid wall of his chest against me, my body instinctively leaning into his strength, craving the sense of belonging he offers and fearing the loss that might come with it.

His shoulder blocks my escape, a silent reminder that I am contained within his sphere, and my heart races at the implication. He leans in, lips brushing against my ear, and his breath sends goosebumps dancing along my skin. “I’ll make you Luna,” he whispers, his tone brokering no argument. It’s not a request—it’s a statement of intention, a promise laced with authority that sends warmth flooding through me.

Then his lips are on mine—sharp and hungry, a connection that ignites an inferno inside me. I respond instinctively, my hands gripping his shirt, feeling the tautness of his body beneath my fingertips. It’s a wild moment, one where power and desire meld together, leaving no room for hesitation. For a brief second, he holds my wrists above my head, a display of dominance that fills me with an intoxicating mix of fear and yearning. But then, he releases me, the shift surprising and tender.

The contrast disarms me, pulling me deeper into this whirlpool of passion. I press closer against him, my heart pounding loudly enough that I think he can hear it echoing in the space between us. His thumb strokes my cheek, moving to trace my lips, a gentle caress that makes my breath catch. “No one else has the right to look at you the way I do,” he murmurs, and with those words, a rush of emotions swells inside me—not just passion, but a fierce attachment that blooms dangerously.

I want to believe him. I want to believe in the truth of his promise—that I will be his Luna, that he has chosen me above all else. As if drawn together by an unseen force, we tumble onto the bed, limbs entwined, bodies moving together with a mix of urgency and softness. Kael’s strength guides us, but there’s a palpable awareness in his movements, as if he’s carefully attuned to my every reaction, every whisper of fear or desire that escapes my lips.

His whispers fill the space around us, each word a thread weaving us closer. “You’re mine,” he breathes into my ear, and it feels like both a claim and a gift, the tension between control and affection tightening the air around us. I can’t help but reply, whispering his name, the sound hanging in the air like a fragile promise.

We merge into one, a moment of pure connection where physical and emotional intertwine, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. The world beyond fades into insignificance, and all that matters is the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of our breaths dancing in time.

When it’s over, we collapse back onto the bed, breathless and dazed. Kael holds me close, his hand resting on my waist—possessive but calm, a sanctuary and a storm all at once. He stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought, while I nestle my head against his chest, the steady thump of his heart a soothing balm against my own racing pulse. I close my eyes, letting the feeling of being safe envelop me.

Before I drift into sleep, I catch the low rumble of his voice as he repeats, “You’ll be my Luna.” Those words sink deep within me, wrapping around my heart like a vine. In that moment, I’m oblivious to the shadows lurking at the edges of our bliss—unaware that this promise may be the start of my undoing.