Alpha King's obsession

chapter 11

Selene’s POV – If I Can't Escape, I’ll Survive Another Way

The bruises on my back hadn’t faded. Every movement burned, every breath pulled against healing skin. But worse than the pain was the way Liana smiled when I winced.

She lived to torment me. Every day when Kairo left to train or handle pack business, she’d find a new way to humiliate me—dirty chores, harsh words, or cold food thrown at my feet. And the worst part was, I let her. Not because I was weak, but because I was tired.

I was so, so tired.

Three weeks in this cursed palace had taught me something: escape wasn’t just difficult—it was impossible. I had tried, and I had failed. And now I was chained, watched, stripped of dignity.

But if I couldn’t run, maybe I could play a different game.

Kairo wasn’t just Alpha. He was the only one with power to protect me, and if I couldn’t earn his mercy… I’d earn his attention. I had seen the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wasn’t watching. I wasn’t a fool. I wasn’t blind.

And I still had my body. My pride had been bruised, but not broken. I would never beg—but I could tempt.

That night, I took a longer bath than usual. I scrubbed my skin until it glowed and ran the small bit of oil I had over my arms and legs. I adjusted the neckline of my maid dress, just enough to hint at curves. Not slutty. Just… distracting.

Let him look. Let him want. Let him protect what he wanted.

A guard came as I was brushing my hair. “The Alpha has asked you to bring his meal.”

Perfect.

I carried the tray into his chamber with steady steps, careful not to look too eager. Kairo sat near the fire, shirtless, a glass of wine in one hand and a scroll in the other. His shoulders were taut with tension.

I placed the tray in front of him.

“Would you like anything else, Alpha?” I asked, letting the last word roll off my tongue a little softer than usual.

He looked up. Our eyes met.

His gaze lingered. On my lips. My collarbone.

“Do you… want a massage?” I asked, voice low. “You look like you could use one.”

His brows lifted slightly, clearly surprised. I had never offered anything like this before.

“Alright,” he said slowly.

I moved behind him, hands hovering for a moment before I touched his shoulders. Gods, he was built like stone—tight muscle, tense with command. As I kneaded, I let my fingers drift, not just to loosen knots but to ignite tension. My fingertips skimmed the edge of his collar, then dipped lower.

His breathing changed.

I smiled to myself.

When I stepped back, ready to leave, his hand shot out and caught mine.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I served you,” I said softly. “I’m finished.”

He stood, towering over me, his hand still gripping mine.

“No, you’re not.”

Then his mouth was on mine—hot, hungry, wild.

We crashed together like thunder. His hands were everywhere—my waist, my thighs, my face. I gasped against his lips as he pushed me onto the bed. The room blurred. All I could feel was him.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. His mouth found my neck, my chest, my stomach. When he entered me, it was rough, urgent—months of tension breaking at once. I cried out as he moved inside me, his pace relentless, his grip tight.

The headboard slammed against the wall. His growl vibrated in my ear.

“Say my name,” he whispered.

“Kairo,” I breathed.

He grunted, thrusting deeper. I was drowning, soaring, burning. My fingers clawed at his back as his lips claimed mine again.

And then—

The door slammed open.

“Kairo?” Liana’s voice froze the air.

Kairo didn’t flinch.

He pulled out slowly, rolled off me, and sat up. Naked, sweating, glowing with power.

Leandra stood in shock, rage curling her face.

He didn’t hide. He didn’t apologize.

“As Alpha,” he said coldly, “I’m allowed as many concubines as I want. Get out.”

“But—”

“Out.”

Leandra’s lips trembled before she turned and stormed off, slamming the door behind her.

Kairo looked down at me. Something flickered in his eyes—regret? Shame? Or something softer?

But I didn’t want softness.

I stood slowly, gathered my dress, and said, “Goodnight, Alpha.”

Then I walked out, head held high, leaving him to his thoughts—and his war-torn heart.