Alpha King's obsession

Chapter 6

Kairo’s POV

She stood before me, like a ghost of the woman I once knew.

Selene.

My Selene.

Only she wasn’t mine anymore. She never was.

Not after what I did.

The torches outside cast golden light through the windows, making the silk dress cling to every inch of her. It wasn’t meant to be seductive — it was humiliating. A slave’s garment, given to her like she was nothing.

She used to wear royal robes. She used to laugh, spar with me, argue about politics and tell me I was arrogant. Now… she stood in front of me, silent, broken, and angry.

My chest tightened as I watched her. She was still so beautiful, but the light in her eyes was gone — replaced by ice. Rage. Pain. And it was all because of me.

“I’m here,” she said coldly, not bothering to look at me.

I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t summon you to—”

“I know why I’m here,” she cut in. “You’re the king now. I’m just your plaything, right?”

Her voice was like knives. And I deserved every one of them.

I turned away, trying to suppress the urge building inside me. I didn’t call her for this. I only wanted to see her. To explain. To apologize, even though I had no right.

But then she laughed — low and bitter.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or do you want me to kneel?” she asked, stepping closer.

I turned to face her again, and the heat between us became unbearable.

“Don’t say things like that,” I growled.

She tilted her head. “Why? Because it makes you feel like the monster you are?”

I snapped.

My lips crushed hers — harsh, punishing. She fought at first, pushing against my chest, but then her hands tangled in my shirt and pulled me closer.

It was wrong. It was everything I shouldn't want. But gods help me, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

I pushed her against the wall, kissing her like I needed to erase every damn memory we had. Her lips were fire. Her nails dug into my back. She bit down on my lip, and I growled — part pain, part pleasure.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, eyes glassy. “Why pretend to care?”

“Because I do care,” I breathed against her skin. “I never stopped.”

Her laugh cracked. “You killed my people. You lied to me. You used me.”

I didn’t deny it.

I tore off the flimsy straps of her dress, letting the silk fall to the floor. She didn’t stop me. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow. Her anger — raw, visible, and alive.

I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. Not with everything between us.

But I wasn’t cruel either.

I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, feeling her tremble. My hands gripped her waist, pinning her against the cold wall. She didn’t moan — she gasped, like she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction.

The whole time, her eyes burned into mine. Like she wanted to hate me more than she wanted to breathe.

“Say something,” I whispered, holding her tightly.

Her voice cracked. “I hate you.”

I nodded, my throat dry. “You’re allowed to.”

And still… I couldn’t stop.

I carried her to the bed, laying her down, climbing over her like a man possessed. Her fingers slid through my hair, yanking, punishing. Her legs wrapped around me, but her body remained stiff — unsure.

When I slid inside her, she didn’t scream. She just went quiet.

Too quiet.

Her body responded, but her heart didn’t. I could feel the divide. The war inside her. The betrayal. The way she tried to separate her mind from what her body still remembered.

It wasn’t love.

It was survival. Maybe even punishment.

She turned her head away when I kissed her again. Her hand covered her mouth, as if trying to stop the sounds escaping her.

And then — just for a moment — I saw her cry.

My heart shattered.

What the hell was I doing?

I slowed down, staring at her. She didn’t meet my gaze. She looked… empty. Not hurt. Not angry. Just gone.

I pulled away suddenly, breathing hard. Her body curled slightly, her arms hugging herself as she faced away from me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. What had I become?

I was supposed to be king. Strong. Just. A leader to my people.

But I’d just broken the only person who ever made me feel human.

Her soft sniff behind me drove the dagger deeper. I stood up slowly, grabbing my coat, avoiding the mirror as I passed it.

Because I couldn’t bear to look at the man I’d become.

I glanced back at her once. She didn’t move.

And without another word…

I left.