All Chapters of Alpha’s Little Plaything : Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

Roan’s POV The moment Brea stepped out of the elevator, I knew I was completely screwed. She looked like heaven and sin. That red dress clung to her curves in a way that should have been illegal. Every movement she made caused the fabric to glide against her body so perfectly that it demanded attention, whether you wanted to stare or not. And Goddess help me… I definitely wanted to stare. Then she turned around. The sight of her creamy bare back sent a possessive growl rumbling through my chest before I could stop it. Without thinking, I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "It’s getting chilly," I said, clearing my throat even though we werewolves aren't as sensitive to the cold. I had never considered myself the jealous type before. But seeing her dressed like that, knowing other men would look at her the way I was looking at her now… Yeah. Apparently, I was. “You look breathtaking, Brea.” I took her hand gently in mine and pressed a kis

Roan’s POV We stayed awake for hours afterward, simply talking. Brea lay curled against my chest while we shared pieces of ourselves little by little, learning everything about each other lives. reconnecting our souls. I told her stories from my childhood—about growing up with Ana, about the trouble Damian and I used to get into, about my mother's tenderness and greatness. She paid attention, she listened. Sometimes she would laugh at my antics. Goddess, I would burn kingdoms just to keep hearing that sound. I spoke about my parents too. About how deeply they had loved one another. About the emptiness my mother’s death left behind. Then she told me about herself. About the orphanage. About Sister Nora. About studying late into the night to become a lawyer. About Loriah and their sister bond. I listened to her voice until it became softer and softer with exhaustion. Until eventually, she fell asleep in my arms. I brushed a strand of hair away from her f

Roan’s POV I lost count of how many times I had watched the surveillance footage. That night at the hotel, the only suspicious individuals were those two foreign men. One of them had spotted Brea and immediately questioned a waiter about me. He knew her—that much I was certain of. His stare had been calculating, predatory even. He had clearly intended to approach her. The only reason he hadn’t was because of me. Good. At least he knew what was good for him. “My King.” My assistant, Andres, knocked softly on the partially open door. Without looking away from the screen, I nodded, granting him permission to enter. “Here are the pictures you requested.” He handed me several high-quality prints taken from the surveillance footage. Both men's faces were clearly visible. “Good. Thank you, Andres. You can go get some rest now.” He bowed his head slightly before leaving. I picked up the photographs and made my way toward Brea’s room. She was there now. Safe.