บททั้งหมดของ FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Celine’s pov.Another day has come to an end, and there’s still no word from Lucien.I should be used to it by now, the silence, the lack of concern, the way he simply disappears when it’s convenient for him. But this time, it feels different. This time, I am not just left alone in our home, waiting for him to return from whatever duty he claims is keeping him busy. This time, I am trapped in a place that doesn’t belong to me, surrounded by strangers who refuse to let me leave. It’s suffocating.My mind began to wander, drifting back to the moment my world shifted. The first time I met him—the devil of an Alpha King.I remember the way his cold eyes lingered on me, the way he looked at me as if he could see through me, through my fears, through my weaknesses. Then there was the mall, that moment when he had stopped Lucien from hitting me, his presence overwhelming, his authority unquestionable. And then, as if the universe had twisted fate itself, I was forced to work with him as an ‘

Celine’s pov.The moment the words left my lips, he crashed into me. His mouth claimed mine—hot, insistent, taking what he wanted without hesitation. My body reacted instantly, pressing into him as his hands slid down my waist, gripping me like he was staking his claim.Heat flared through me, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hunger I had long ignored. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t about feelings. This was about needing something, taking something for ourselves.He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured me. His lips moved with dominance, demanding submission, but I pushed back, refusing to be overpowered so easily. His low growl sent a shiver down my spine as he spun me around, pressing me against the cold desk behind me.“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. But I didn’t.His fingers traced the strap of my silk nightwear, dragging it down my shoulder. The fabric slipped, barely hanging on, teasing at what was to come. I felt his lips at the base of my th

Kaine’s pov.I lay in bed watching her stomp to the bathroom. Not long after, she stomped out again, already dressed in her nightwear. Without sparing me a single glance, she yanked the door open and stormed out of my office as if she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Her defiance was amusing, yet something about the way she left—so determined to put distance between us, it grated on my nerves. She thought this was over. She thought she could walk away without looking back. She was wrong.I ran a hand over my face before pulling the sheet over my waist, knowing Oscar could barge in at any moment. Then again, considering how loud we’d been, he had enough common sense not to disturb me just yet.I exhaled, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. That was the best sex I’d had in a long time, but wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to myself, but something about Celine made my blood burn hotter, made me lose control in a way I never had

Celine’s pov.“I know what that little secret of yours is,” I said, my voice unwavering despite the fury boiling inside me.Lucien stood a few feet away from me, his sharp gaze narrowing. There was panic in his eyes, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold indifference.“You’re a traitor to your own pack,” I continued, taking a slow step forward, daring him to deny it. “Not just that, you had someone killed and then covered it up. You think I don’t know? I know everything, Lucien. And I swear, I will expose you. To the pack. To the council. To your father!”That got his attention.The air between us grew tense, thick with warning. Lucien’s jaw clenched as he took a step toward me, his aura shifting from irritation to something much more dangerous.“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice low and almost condescending, but I saw it—the slight twitch in his fingers, the way his nostrils flared. I had struck a nerve.“Oh, but I do,” I

Kaine’s pov.I needed this. Needed to forget. Forget her. Forget the way she looked at me—eyes full of suspicion and vulnerability, like she knew something I didn’t. Forget how her body felt against mine, her soft curves, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in my hands. I didn’t need to think about her. I didn’t.The woman beneath me was eager, grinding against me with a soft moan as I pushed her hips into the mattress, but all I could feel was the heat in my chest, the dull ache of longing. Her lips, her breath, everything was a dull echo. I clenched my jaw and tightened my grip on her waist, desperate to keep my mind from wandering.She whimpered as I moved harder, faster. The rush of her body beneath mine was supposed to make me forget, supposed to drown out the voice in the back of my head that kept whispering Celine’s name. But it didn’t. It only made it worse.I thrust into her, every movement mechanical, driven by some dark, primal need to expel this fucking frustration. She wa