All Chapters of Seducing the Alpha CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The first thing the doctor said was, “You must have missed the signs.”Which immediately told me she didn’t know me at all.I didn’t miss the signs. I noticed when professors changed the tone of their emails. I noticed when baristas stopped remembering my order. I noticed when my roommate replaced the good toilet paper with the cheap kind and pretended it was an accident. Missed signs were for people who floated through life, trusting the universe not to pull the rug out from under them.“I didn’t miss anything,” I said. “You’re just wrong.”She smiled at me like I’d just said something brave and stupid, which made my jaw tighten. Then she tapped her tablet again, slowly and patiently, as if facts needed a moment to warm up before they could hurt me properly.“It’s rare,” she said. “But not impossible. Late presentation does happen. Usually under stress.”“Everyone is under stress,” I said. “That’s just being alive.”She didn’t laugh. That should have been my first clue.She turned th

The changes didn’t arrive all at once, which would have been merciful.They came in sideways, like a draft through a window I hadn’t noticed was open. Small enough to dismiss. Persistent enough to be impossible to ignore once I started paying attention.It began with sound.Footsteps registered before faces did. Not loudly, not dramatically. Just a subtle tightening between my shoulders when someone walked too close behind me. The scuff of shoes on concrete threaded its way into my awareness, whether I wanted it or not. Fabric brushing fabric made my jaw clench. A chair scraping across tile felt sharp, personal.I told myself it was stress.Stress explained a lot of things. Stress explained why I hadn’t slept well. Stress explained the way my thoughts kept looping instead of settling. Stress did not mean anything had fundamentally changed.Except then came the smell.Coffee wasn’t just coffee anymore. It had layers. Bitter, yes, but also something bright underneath. Citrus cleaner on

If I were going to need an alpha, then logic said I should start by finding one.Logic, it turned out, was wildly optimistic.The first man I met smelled like expensive soap and entitlement. He had chosen the restaurant, the wine, the conversation topics, and by the time my drink arrived, he was already telling me what kind of omega he thought I was.“You’re lucky,” he said, smiling in a way that suggested he’d mistaken himself for a prize. “Most alphas wouldn’t be this patient.”“Patient with what?” I asked.“With you,” he said, as if that settled it.My body went cold, a quiet withdrawal I didn’t have to think about. Something in his presence felt wrong, not dangerous, just… grating, like a frequency that never quite resolved. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.I finished my drink and told him I had an early morning.He texted me twice before I got home.The second alpha was better on paper. Polite. Wealthy. A good reputation. His scent was mild, almost pleasant, and that so

The air was warm, scented with leather, perfume, and something sweet beneath it, a mingling of everyone’s presence without the sharp, aggressive musk that came with alpha posturing. Nothing here felt like a challenge. Nothing was trying to dominate the room.People stood in small, loose clusters, not pressed together the way they were in bars, but angled toward one another with deliberate intimacy. My mental image of a kink club was both right and wrong. Some people were dressed the way I’d expected, leather, harnesses, lace, skin on display. A woman knelt beside a barstool in a delicate set of lingerie, her posture calm and proud rather than ashamed. Others wore jeans and button-downs, looking almost out of place until you noticed the way they touched and were touched.I tried not to stare, but it was difficult not to. Toward the center of the room, a small stage had been set up, and a beautiful young man stood naked, restrained against a frame while someone delivered careful, rhythm

My eyes tracked him as he stalked across the room and lowered himself into a high-backed chair. The loss of his proximity gave me just enough clarity to realize where I was.The room was larger than I’d expected. A wide bed sat against one wall, sheets dark and neatly made. Along another wall hung an assortment of implements arranged with deliberate care. Some looked like whips. Others resembled paddles or straps. I had never seen most of them outside of movies, and certainly never imagined them in a bedroom.There was also a large X-shaped contraption bolted upright near the corner that I deliberately ignored.The room and its contents were a stark reminder that I was very likely in over my head.But I would never let him see that.He leaned back in the chair like a king claiming a throne. His long legs were spread, posture deceptively relaxed. If not for the obvious strain of his erection beneath his pants and the tension along his jaw, he might have looked casual.“We have much to