Chapter 9: Kaelion’s Obsession

Kaelion’s POV

For the past few days, he could sense it—feel it in his blood and bones—that something had changed. The quiet and loving Seraphina wasn’t the same anymore. Not completely, but the signs were there. Subtle, yet unmistakable. She had become more possessive, more seductive, and far more provocative than before.

She used to be like a meek sheep, someone who would do whatever he asked her to—never raising her voice, never questioning him, always pliant, always soft. But now… she had her own ideas, her own views, and her own thoughts. And she didn’t keep them to herself anymore.

‘Mmmmm,’ he mused, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He kind of liked it.

He got up from his office chair, where he’d been sitting for a while, completely lost in thoughts, daydreaming about Seraphina again. She had, quite literally, possessed him now.

She was his childhood crush—his beautiful, ethereal Seraphina. And he, being the only son of the Alpha, had always been used to getting whatever he wanted.

And guess what? He wanted her. He had always wanted Seraphina.

She was his obsession.

He knew, right from the start, that Seraphina would mean more to him than his true mate ever could… if she wasn’t his mate already. And that assumption had been crushed the day he turned eighteen. The day of his first shift. The day his wolf awakened.

The first thing he did—without hesitation—was go to her. He needed to know. He needed to confirm it. He leaned close to Seraphina, hoping for that instant jolt of a mate bond… but nothing. He had been devastated.

He remembered how he had stood there frozen, while Seraphina had blinked up at him with those innocent eyes, unaware of what he was searching for in her scent. Unaware that she was not what he had hoped for.

And the universe had played its sick joke.

Because later that same week, he found out that Seraphina’s little stepsister—Selene—was his true mate.

Selene.

He had known her since childhood. She had always been around, slinking in the corners, offering fake smiles and sugary words. But he knew better. Selene looked gentle and sweet, but she was a vicious snake. A cunning manipulator who hid behind a mask of obedience.

Seraphina, on the other hand—though weak, though wolfless—had a strong heart and willpower. She had grace and gentleness without malice. She had no claws but knew how to bleed silently. She was vulnerable, yes, but that made her easy to control.

And control is what he wanted. Power. And a Luna who would never rise above him.

After two years came Seraphina’s coming-of-age ceremony. He had waited for it—hope blooming again, foolish as it was. But disappointment met him once more. She was a late bloomer, they said. Or maybe she had no wolf at all. The pack whispered that she was the weakest of all.

He hated that.

But… he used it to his advantage.

He made her fall in love with him. Slowly, skillfully. He made her depend on him—emotionally, mentally. Made her crave the only affection she ever received. That’s how it started. How she became his.

But there was another problem looming like a shadow on the horizon.

His true mate.

Selene.

She was a year younger than Seraphina, and he couldn’t avoid her forever. He had responsibilities as Alpha. He had to be present at all coming-of-age ceremonies for the high ranks—Betas, Deltas, Gammas. That included Selene’s.

And he knew Selene.

Ambitious. Calculative. Dangerous. She would never accept rejection—not without retaliation. And she would know they were mates as soon as she shifted.

The day came.

Selene’s 18th birthday.

Any other Alpha would be elated. Knowing that your mate would finally awaken—knowing the bond would solidify. But not Kaelion.

He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t excited. He was terrified.

Because he didn’t want Selene.

He wanted Seraphina.

The reasons were simple. He was obsessed. He liked her—probably loved her too.

Seraphina, though weak, was gentle and easy to tame. There was no power struggle. No threats. She was dependent on him and would remain that way. Selene, however, would never submit. She would want power. Influence. Control.

And besides, Seraphina was wolfless. She would never know who her true mate was. The mate bond would never guide her to someone else. She had no idea. And that made her his.

Everything was going well until that day.

Selene shifted. And just as he feared, the bond activated. The pull. The craving. The inexplicable, uncontrollable lust and magnetic attraction.

He had underestimated the mate bond.

He was drawn to Selene in ways he couldn’t deny. And it happened. They mated.

It was a mistake. A damn mistake.

One he regretted the second it ended.

He rejected Selene that very night. Brutally. But she wasn’t stupid. She was angry. And she wasn’t going to let him go that easily.

So he lied.

He promised her that when the time was right—when the Alpha King restructured the hierarchy of the packs—he would make her his Luna. It was the only way to silence her without a war erupting inside the pack.

That was how he had managed so far.

But now Seraphina was changing.

She was starting to behave like a true Luna. She carried herself with quiet pride. She stood by him during meetings, spoke when needed, offered opinions. She no longer looked like the pitiful omega everyone mocked. And Kaelion felt it. He felt her power growing.

And Selene felt it too.

He could see the storm brewing in Selene’s eyes whenever Seraphina entered a room.

But what could he do?

He couldn’t let go of Seraphina.

Not now.

There was something about her that he couldn’t escape. Something deeper than obsession now. Something that even the mate bond couldn’t overwrite.

Before, he could at least pretend. Ignore Seraphina. Focus on Selene. Pretend to be normal.

But now… now it was impossible. He longed for Seraphina the way a wolf longed for his destined mate.

It was unnatural. Addictive.

And Selene knew.

She watched. She waited. She was going to play games. She was going to strike.

And he knew it.

But he couldn’t stop.

He wouldn’t.

Let them play with each other, he thought bitterly. Let them tear each other apart.

Maybe—just maybe—if one of them died, it would solve his dilemma.

Who was worthy of being Luna?

The woman fated to him by the Moon Goddess...

Or the woman his soul couldn’t stop craving?

And with that thought, Kaelion leaned back in his chair once more, eyes burning into the flames in the fireplace.

He didn’t know where this was going.

But he knew one thing for sure—

He was too far gone.

And either way… someone was going to bleed.