Semua Bab Moon's Restraint: The Alpha's Dangerous Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

It wasn’t only my face that changed color upon hearing Alpha Kael’s words. Beta Nial’s had already gone red when Alpha Kael ordered him to bring more food. Now it darkened further. Not anger exactly. Not yet. Something tighter. Bitter. Like irritation pressed down so hard it had begun to rot beneath the surface. His grip tightened around the stack of papers in his arms. The edges bent slightly where his fingers pressed too hard. “Of course, my lord,” Nial said. The words were smooth. Too smooth. They slid out perfectly shaped, obedient in tone, but stripped of warmth. There was no ease in them. No acceptance. Just compliance sharpened into something thin and edged, like a blade kept hidden because it had to be. Then he didn’t stop. “But before that,” Nial continued, shifting t

The kitchen was already awake when I entered. Heat lingered in the air, heavy with the scent of herbs and simmering broth. Stone counters lined the walls, scrubbed clean and bare except for the tools laid out with careful precision. Everything had a place. Everything knew where it belonged. I did not. Maera, the head servant, stood near the center table, her back straight, her movements sharp and economical. She did not look surprised to see me. She did not greet me either. “You’re responsible for the Alpha’s breakfast now,” she said, as if announcing the weather. “You will prepare it. You will serve it. You will not ask unnecessary questions.” Her voice was not unkind. It was not gentle either. I nodded. “Yes.” She glanced at me then, briefly. Her gaze was assessing, cool and unreadable. A woman who had served long enough to know better than to comment on strange decisions made above her station. “The Alpha eats early,” she continued. “His preferences will be taught. Until

I did not know where he was taking me.Alpha Kael walked as if the palace rearranged itself around him. Servants flattened themselves against the walls. Doors opened before he reached them. No one spoke. No one tried.He did not loosen his hold.One arm stayed firm beneath my knees. Solid. Unyielding.The other stayed secure at my back, his palm spread wide enough that I felt the heat of it through the thin fabric of my clothes. Each step was smooth. Measured. Effortless. Like my weight did not register at all.My body registered everything else.I felt the steady rise of his chest beneath my cheek.The strength in his shoulder where my fingers curled without thinking.I felt the warmth along my spine where I was pressed against him.So close.Close enough that there was no empty space left to fill.My heart beat fast.But the pressure inside my chest did not spike.It stayed calm.Flowing.We passed through doors I had never seen before.This was not the council office.The space fel

It should have been a normal morning in the Alpha’s quarters. Servants moved in practiced patterns, quiet footsteps across stone, trays balanced with care. Aides stood clustered near the shelves and tables, murmuring over reports, ink already smudging their fingers. The space was busy without being loud, efficient without being warm. Everything was as it should be. Except for me. I sat where Alpha Kael had left me, close enough that his presence still shaped the room even when he was not speaking. Close enough that no one pretended not to notice. The wolfless omega. The one who had spent the night in the Alpha’s quarters. I felt their eyes even when I did not look up. Servants glanced too often, then looked away too late. Aides kept their gazes carefully averted, staring at walls and parchment and empty air, but their awareness pressed in from every direction. Attention weighed more than chains.

“You’re slowly becoming one.”Beta Nial’s voice came from behind me. It was calm, almost tired, like he had already accepted whatever conclusion he was drawing.Alpha Kael did not slow.He walked a few steps ahead, hands relaxed at his sides, movements steady and unhurried. His cloak barely stirred, as if the wind itself chose not to touch him.“One what?” Alpha Kael asked.“A tyrant,” Nial replied.Alpha Kael hummed softly.“A tyrant,” he repeated. “That sounds interesting.”Something shifted.I noticed it in the guards first. The men ahead kept glancing back, faces tight, hands restless on their weapons. They were not reacting to danger in front of us.They were reacting to him.My throat went dry.Not because of the word tyrant.But because Alpha Kael sounded amused.They kept walking.Fast.Not rushed, not careless. Just fast enough that my steps had to shorten to keep up.My breathing grew shallow. I focused on the ground, telling myself it was nothing, but my legs burned and my