All Chapters of Lusting After the alpha queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kayden’s POVThe bedroom door clicked shut, sealing us in. The fight with Lyra felt like it happened in another lifetime. Now it was just the quiet, and her, and the space between us that felt charged and stupid.Nyx walked ahead of me. She hadn’t bothered to tie her robe. Black silk hung loose, slipping with every step to show a flash of shoulder, the line of her spine, the curve of her hip. City light from the window cut across her skin in silver stripes. My brain short-circuited.I just stared. Couldn’t help it. My eyes tracked her like they were glued on, taking in every shift and shadow. Remembering how those hips moved. How her skin tasted. A heavy, stupid heat pooled in my gut, reckless and demanding. I wanted to cross the room, rip that flimsy silk away, and take her right there against the wall. Forget the mission. Forget my name.A folded heap of dark fabric smacked me right in the face.I jerked back, fumbling to catch it. Rough cloth. Pants and a shirt.“Finally.” Her voic

Kayden’s POVI stood there in the training yard after she walked away, the coppery stink of Rykker’s blood filling my nose. My new “team” stared at me, their eyes a mix of fear, hatred, and pure disbelief. None of them moved. The body at my feet was still leaking into the dirt.Promotion. Right.This wasn’t a promotion. This was a trap with a fancy title. She’d painted a target on my back so big you could see it from the moon. Every wolf in this fortress would now either want to test me or straight-up murder me in my sleep. And Silas? When he heard his assassin had been made the Alpha Queen’s head of security… he’d lose his damn mind. This wasn’t just her using me as bait. This was her throwing me into the wolf pit and welding the gate shut.I was pissed. No, more than pissed. I was boiling.This whole drama in the training ground? Chopping a guy’s head off just for questioning her? Then acting like it was nothing? I didn’t know what her game was, but I knew she was playing one. And

Kayden’s POVShe just walked away. Like none of it even happened. Like a man wasn’t just beheaded for her. Like she didn’t just cough up a nightmare and call herself unkillable.“Nyx! Wait!”I jogged after her, my boots slapping the stone floor. She didn’t slow down. Her back was straight, that stupid leather vest laced tight. I caught up and grabbed her arm.Bad move.She spun so fast it was a blur. Her open palm cracked against my cheek. The sound was loud in the empty hall. My head snapped to the side. The pain was sharp and hot.I didn’t flinch. I turned my face back to hers. I didn’t rub my cheek. I just looked right into her eyes. They were gold again, not black. But just as cold.“I didn’t poison you,” I said. My voice was flat. Sure.She yanked her arm from my grip. “What difference does it make?” she asked. She wasn’t even yelling. That was worse. “You were sent here to kill me. That’s the only fact that matters.”“Then I would have done it!” The words burst out of me. “I’ve

Silence wasn’t empty with him around. It was full of the questions he wasn’t asking, the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes kept drifting to my face like he was trying to read a book in a language he didn’t know. The healing cut on his wrist was a ghost between us. A ghost I could still see every time I blinked.I led him down to the private stables at the base of the fortress, not the garages. Engines were too modern, too closed off. I needed the open air. I needed to see the land, to feel the miles between me and the mess in my own house.“Can you ride?” I asked, not looking at him as I headed for my mare, Onyx.“Yes,” he said. His voice was still rough from where my hand had been. Good. Let it remind him.“Where are we going?”I didn’t answer. I tightened the girth on my saddle, the leather creaking. You don’t get to ask questions, I thought. Not when I don’t have the answers myself. I couldn’t have something in my territory, sleeping in my rooms, that I didn’t understand.

Nyx’s POVI knew exactly where this was headed the moment I stepped into his room.The air was thick with so many emotions. hurt, confusion, raw need. His eyes were dark, stormy, flicking over me like he couldn’t help himself. My skin burned under that look. My pulse thrummed low and insistent between my legs.I didn’t come here for soft words. I didn’t know how to give them anyway.I knew one language that worked when everything else failed.I stepped in close, palms flat on his chest, and shoved hard aiming to push him down onto the bed so I could take what we both needed on my terms.His hands snapped up, caught my wrists, held them firm.“No.”The single word stopped me.I arched a brow, heat already coiling in my belly. “You don’t want it? Fine”I turned, reaching for the door, letting the silk nightgown shift against my thighs.His fingers closed around my arm, pulled me back. “It’s not that I don’t want it,” he said, voice rough, eyes burning. “I want it too much. But I want to