Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATE’S RECKLESS GAMES : ENTANGLED with the Alpha king. : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Celine’s pov. What was happening to me? Why? I lay there, cocooned in the unfamiliar stillness of the room, my head resting on Kaine's chest. I could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a rhythm that both calmed and confused me. This man—this enigma who had somehow tangled himself in the fabric of my being—had ignited a conflicting storm within me. I was certain I hated him. I had convinced myself I wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, here I was, aching with an inexplicable yearning.His skin was warm beneath my fingertips as I absentmindedly played with the dark hairs scattered across his chest, my mind racing with the lingering echoes of our earlier confrontation. The way he had touched me, the words he had whispered—were they true? Did they mean anything at all? Or were they just weapons he wielded skillfully, designed to ensnare and manipulate? I cast a sidelong glance at him, attempting to read the icy mask he wore. Kaine was always so composed, a façade meticulously const

Celine’s pov. I ended up doing most of the work before dinner. Who the hell does Tess think she is? What gives her the right to act like she’s superior to me? And who is she to the Alpha king, anyway? It felt as though she had developed an unnecessary hatred for me, but I hadn’t done anything wrong. No, it certainly wasn’t my fault she barged in on me and Kaine like that, leaving me bewildered and embarrassed.Carrying the cutlery in my hands, I walked into the dining area. The solemnity of the moment was overwhelming. This was supposed to be my last task for the evening, yet as I entered, I paused, feeling the weight of the awkwardness in the air. Everyone was already seated, an unspoken tension palpable among them. Kaine sat at the head of the table, exuding authority, his posture regal and commanding. Opposite him sat a man I suspected was Tess's father, a figure of undeniable power who scrutinized the room with a penetrating gaze. Tess, on the other hand, was seated too close to

Kaine’s pov. I stormed into my quarters, my heart pounding with a chaotic mixture of anger and betrayal. I knew Tess would follow me, and sure enough, as I stepped through the threshold and the door swung open behind me, I could already hear her footsteps echoing through the corridor. “Kaine!” Her voice pierced through the silence of the room, a sharp reminder of the tension that had filled the air just moments earlier. “Why did you walk out like that? My father was there!” Tess exclaimed, her tone a blend of disbelief and anger. She crossed her arms, a defensive posture I had seen far too many times. The rage I had bottled up since the beginning of the dinner suddenly erupted like a volcano, blinding me to everything but the girl before me—the girl I had once loved. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was too furious to think clearly. Before I could process my actions, I found my hands wrapping around her neck, pushing her against the cold, hard wall.“Oww!” she cried out, the surpr

Celine’s pov. I lay on the bed, the fabric cool and smooth against my skin, but it did little to soothe the storm brewing in my heart. What an eventful evening it had been. Did Kaine really get mad because Tess called me a maid? A part of me wanted to laugh, but the other was too caught up in the whirlwind of confusion that surrounded my emotions. My mind raced. What exactly was happening to me? I had sworn I hated Kaine, ever since the fateful moment he traded me for a secret, ripping away any semblance of control I had over my own life. He had taken me hostage, thrown me into a world I never wished to be a part of, with the weight of his title hanging over me like a dark cloud. Every encounter with him felt like a battle between my instincts and my desires. But now? Now, perhaps somewhere deep inside, that venomous hatred began to fade, blurring into something alarmingly akin to yearning. I hated the realization, hated the way it twisted my stomach into knots. Was I really starti

Celine’s pov. He set the glass down on the small table beside the hearth with a soft clink. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached for my waist and pulled me to him—not roughly, not like the wild, volatile Kaine I’d grown used to, but with a kind of reverence that unnerved me more than any snarl ever could.I didn’t resist.My body betrayed me the moment his fingers touched the small of my back. The air left my lungs in a shaky exhale, and I tilted my head back just slightly, instinctively, like my body knew what was coming.“I want you to stop pretending,” he murmured, voice low, rich, and fraying at the edges. “Like you don’t lie awake thinking about the way I touch you. Like your body doesn’t burn when I’m near.”His thumb brushed the skin just beneath the hem of my shirt. Barely there. But it was enough to make my knees soften.“I don’t—” I started, but the words were weak. Hollow.“Liar,” he whispered, and his mouth descended on mine.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t asking.It was c