All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S NIGHT OF SIN : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elsa's POV The elevator took us up to the top floor, specifically, his penthouse. My head spun with all the champagne we'd drunk at the bar. There were too many glasses, and I couldn't seem to remember how many we drank. Tonight, Killian's words, those icy blue eyes had locked on me, and when he asked me to come to his place, I followed without a second thought. Maybe it was the alcohol whispering that this was a bad idea, but my body ignored it.Three years. It had been three years since I'd fled that gilded cage, since I'd run from Riguel’s callous grip and the life that nearly broke me. No one here knew-not my coworkers, not even Killian- I love it this way. I'd built walls around that secret, but tonight, with the buzz in my veins, those walls were coming down.The doors slid open directly into his huge, obviously expensive living room, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's skyline. Killian shrugged off his black coat, tossing it over a golden chair, his white sh

Elsa’s POVThat week… God, it felt endless.Like trying to move through mud while pretending I wasn’t drowning.Every morning, I came in before anyone else.Every night, I left after the lights were out.I thought if I just stayed busy, I could forget.Forget his eyes. His voice. His hands.Didn’t work.Tuesday, I passed him in the hallway.“Ms. Marin.” That’s all he said. Polite. Distant. Perfectly professional.But I saw it, the flicker. That thing in his eyes he tried to hide.And my chest ached like someone had reached inside and twisted something sharp.Wednesday, a meeting. Five minutes, maybe less.Business only. Cases, deadlines, signatures.Except when he handed me a file, our fingers brushed.And for one stupid, dangerous heartbeat, I wanted to forget everything except that touch.Thursday, I found a cup of coffee on my desk. My order. My exact order.No note.I didn't nee

Elsa’s POVIt started small.That’s how he did it, quiet, calculated, impossible to fight until it was too late.Monday, he took three of my cases. No reason, no explanation.By Tuesday, he’d dumped half his workload on my desk. “End of day,” he’d say, like my exhaustion didn’t exist.By Wednesday, I was staying till midnight. The boys were asleep when I left and asleep when I got home. Luca asked if I still worked at the same place. That one stung.Thursday came with a message from his assistant. “Mr. Hartley wants to see you.”I went. Of course, I went.He didn’t even look up when I walked in. “Close the door.”Those words again. Always close the door.Then he said it, like he was reading grocery items off a list.“You’re being reassigned to be my personal executive assistant.”I remember staring at the contract. My name. His signature. A number that could’ve changed everything if it didn’t com

Elsa’s POV“You’re moving in with me.”That’s how he said it. Just like that. Like he was talking about the weather or a damn business deal. Calm. Decided. No room for anything else.We were in his office again, that stupid, perfect room that smelled like money and control. Everything in it was sharp, glass, marble, silence. I’d been back at work three days, pretending things were normal, smiling when I needed to, breathing when I remembered how.“Excuse me?” I said, but my voice came out small. Weak.“Your apartment isn’t safe.” He didn’t even look up from his laptop. “Miriam knows where you live. I don’t know who else she’s told. This way, I can keep an eye on you. Make sure you and the boys are protected.”Protected. That word again. The one that always meant owned.“I’m not moving in with you,” I said, trying to sound firm.“Yes, you are.” He looked up then, eyes cold, calm, like he was explaining something to a child. “You have until the weekend. I’ll send movers for your things.

Elsa’s POVIt’s strange what sticks with you. The smell of his cologne, the sound of his shoes on the floor, the way his voice could make the air feel smaller.“Those affidavits need to be filed before the end of the day.”That’s what he said. I remember because it was the first thing that morning that made me want to throw something.Killian was behind me again. Always behind me. Too close. His breath touched my neck and I wanted to flinch but didn’t. Couldn’t. He’d been hovering since sunrise, touching my shoulder, brushing past me for no reason. Like he needed to remind me that everything in that room, including me, belonged to him.I kept staring at the papers on my desk. “I’ll have them done by three.”“Good.” His hand landed on my shoulder. Slow. Heavy. “You’ve been efficient lately. Focused. Like you’ve finally accepted your place.”My stomach twisted. I said nothing. Because if I opened my mouth, the truth would come out like a knife.My wolf was restless that day. She knew be