Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA PRINCIPAL : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Eden walked fast. Her fingers shook on the strap of her bag. The hallway behind her was empty again, but it didn't feel quiet anymore. Her whole body buzzed. What just happened? Her chest rose and fell too quickly. She turned a corner. Then another. She didn't stop until she was outside, leaning against the wall behind the admin building. Her breath came in short, broken bursts. She touched her face where his finger brushed her jaw. Still warm. She touched her knee next. The one where his hand had rested. Still shaking. Her mind tried to make sense of it. Tried to tell her it was nothing. Just a strange meeting. Just a warning. But her body told a different story. Her skin pulsed. Her stomach fluttered. Her thighs pressed together like they needed something. She had never felt like this. Not even close. Kael Draven had touched her twice. That was all. He hadn't kissed her. He hadn't taken her. But it felt like he had branded her. You're in heat. The words rolled through h

Kael watched the camera feed again. Eden. Walking fast across the courtyard. Looking down. Always looking down. Like she thought hiding her eyes could hide the heat in her body. Like he could not smell her confusion from a mile away. He leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked. She had been avoiding him. Since the last time. Since he told her she was his. But he felt her everywhere. Her scent clung to the walls of the hallway. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears even now. She was in his bones. He clenched his jaw and opened the second drawer of his desk. Inside, a photo. Her student ID. It had been left behind once. He never gave it back. Kael ran a thumb over the picture. She looked so sweet. So innocent. But he had seen what lived in her eyes when no one was watching. Curiosity. Fire. Need. She tried to hide it behind straight posture and quiet words, but he had tasted that kind of hunger before. Hers was untouched. Raw. Meant for only one man. Meant for him. He st

The morning light crept through the slits in the curtain, soft and golden, far too gentle for the chaos still storming in her chest.Eden blinked. The ceiling above her wasn’t the one from the academy bathroom. It was white with faint cracks and a glow-in-the-dark star barely clinging to the plaster. Her breath hitched as she sat up slowly, her fingers trembling as they brushed her chest.Kael’s shirt clung to her skin.It smelled like him. That sharp, masculine scent wrapped in something darker. She could still feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of his hands, the ghost of his voice whispering against her ear.But her dorm room was silent.No sign of him. No steam. No water pooling at her feet.Only the relentless pounding in her chest and the taste of him still on her lips.Her roommate was gone. The other bed remained neatly made, untouched. Eden swung her legs off the mattress and touched her toes to the floor. Cold.The bathroom. The kiss. The way his mouth had devoured her lik

Kael watched her.The way her thighs pressed together. The way her breath stayed shallow. The way her pupils still looked blown wide, her lips parted like she was waiting for more.He had not even taken her.And still, she was ruined.His thumb brushed her lower lip again, slow, teasing. Her mouth was warm. Still trembling from the way he whispered filth into it. Still wet from his kiss.“You’re going to remember this,” he said quietly. “When you’re alone. When you try to sleep. You’ll remember my fingers inside you. My voice in your ear.”Eden’s eyes fluttered shut.“I won’t let you forget,” he added.He shifted, sliding lower on the bed. His lips brushed her inner thigh, featherlight, just above the place where her skin still pulsed with sensitivity.“Look at me,” Kael ordered.She obeyed. Barely. Her body didn’t want to move. It only wanted to feel.“Touch yourself,” he said. “Just one finger. Show me what I did to you.”Her eyes widened.Kael tilted his head. Waiting.Eden’s hand

The bell for last period had barely stopped ringing when Eden heard her name.Not from a friend.Not from a teacher.From him.“Miss Reyes.”The voice came from the end of the hall, deep and smooth, but carrying that sharp authority that made every student straighten.She turned.Kael Thorn stood by his office door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a single sheet of paper. His gaze was fixed on her. Calm. Controlled. Lethal.Her stomach twisted.She told herself to keep walking. To pretend she had somewhere else to be. But when he tilted his head slightly toward the open door, she found herself moving toward him.Inside, the office was exactly as it always was. Neat. Ordered. Books stacked with military precision on the shelves. The faint smell of cedar and leather. The blinds were drawn, shutting out the late afternoon sun.The door clicked shut behind her.He did not sit behind his desk. He stayed standing, close enough that she could hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing.