บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Undoing: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 29

Kieran’s declaration hung in the steam-filled air, absolute and undeniable. For a heartbeat, Nate could only stare, his mind reeling from the raw possession in those words. A spark of defiance, the last ember of his independence, flared to life.“I’m not yours,” Nate breathed, the protest weak even to his own ears. His hands were still braced against Kieran’s chest, but they weren’t pushing. “You… you do not own me.”But even as he said it, a shocking, terrifying thrill shot through him. The admission, the sheer, unapologetic claim, should have infuriated him. Instead, it ignited something deep within, a part of him that was tired of being scared and alone, a part that was starved for this kind of fierce, unwavering certainty. He liked it. The realization stole the air from his lungs.A dark, predatory smile touched Kieran’s lips, as if he could see the internal war and knew the exact moment Nate’s resistance crumbled. His grip on Nate’s jaw softened, his thumb stroking a possessive l

The first thing Nate registered was the scent. Kieran. It was everywhere on the sheets tangled around his legs, on the pillow beneath his head, clinging to his own skin like a second layer. It was the scent of rain and wildness, and now, irrevocably, of sex.He opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of kieran’s, and the memories of the night crashed down on him with the force of a raging bull. Not just once. After the first shattering climax, when he’d been boneless and drifting, Kieran had taken him again. And again. The memories were a blur of sweat-slicked skin, low growls, and a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His body ached in places he hadn't known could ache, a deep, pervasive soreness that was a stark reminder of his complete surrenderA hot wave of shame washed over him, followed by a confusing, traitorous thrill. How could it have felt so good? How could his body have responded like that to a man who was his captor, a predator? He felt a jumble of anger at Kieran,

“Kieran, I can’t—my biochem lecture…” The words were a weak gasp against his mouth, the last remains of his crumbling resolve.It was a futile protest that even Nate understood. Kieran didn’t pause, his mouth moving from Nate’s lips to the frantic pulse in his throat, silencing the objection with a searing kiss that tasted of pure possession. The thought of his professor’s disapproving glare flickered and died, extinguished by the feel of Kieran’s teeth grazing his skin. He was already late. The world of syllabi and deadlines melted away, leaving only the scent of rain and the devastating truth that he would choose this, every single time.‘'Kieran, stop—seriously, I can't miss this,’' Nate protested, his voice wavering as Kieran's thigh wedged between his legs, rubbing against his crotch. A flush crept up Nate's neck, unwanted warmth stirring in his gut despite the panic. He pushed at Kieran's chest, but his hands lingered there, feeling the solid muscle under the thin shirt, just li

The heavy, carved door swung shut behind them, sealing with a sound like a final, decisive breath. The air in the hidden library was instantly different cool, still, and carrying the profound silence of a sacred space. It was filled with the scent of old leather, dried herbs, and aged paper.Nate’s head was still spinning from the impossibility of it all. “Wait,” he said, the word echoing softly in the vast space. “Magic is real?”Kieran, who was already moving toward a central oak table, didn’t even look back. “Not in the way you’re thinking of it,” he replied, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “There aren’t really witches with pointy hats casting spells from cauldrons. But there are… energies. Forces that predate humanity. Our kind, and others, can learn to channel them. It requires focus, intent, and rituals. It’s certainly not about waving a wand ”Nate absorbed this, another foundational stone of his reality being upended. His eyes, now adjusted to the soft, ambient light, began