All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2POV: SeraphinaThe double doors swung open, and the air in the ballroom instantly seemed to be sucked out.The person who walked through them was a mountain of a man, standing at least six-foot-five, clad in a charcoal-gray three-piece suit that probably cost more than my entire life's earnings. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his walk possessed a predatory, effortless grace, and the sheer power radiating off him was enough to make the lesser Alphas in the room lower their heads in involuntary submission.It was Damian Kingston.The Alpha of the Kingston pack, the billionaire mogul who owned the very team Trent had just been drafted to, and, most importantly, Isabelle's father.Isabelle, who had been smirking at me with delight moments before, turned ghostly pale. Her grip on Trent's arm tightened until her knuckles turned white. She had not expected her own father to be the one to walk through those doors.The silence was absolute. Everyone in the ballroom was staring,

Chapter 4POV: SeraphinaThe black Maybach glided to a halt at the base of a sweeping, double-winged stone staircase.I sat frozen in the seat for a long second, staring up at the Kingston Estate. Up close, it was even more intimidating. It was not just a mansion; it was a fortress of black marble, towering glass windows, and imposing Gothic architecture. It practically radiated old-money wealth and cold, untouchable power.One of the bodyguards opened my door, and I grabbed my bag, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I gripped the straps, before stepping out into the morning air.Damian did not wait for me. He had already climbed the stone steps, walking through the massive front doors.I hurried after him, my cheap sneakers squeaking slightly against the polished floor of the grand foyer. The interior of the house was breathtaking, but it felt entirely devoid of life. There were no family photos, no warmth. Just towering portraits of stern, unsmiling ancestors staring down at

Chapter 6POV: SeraphinaThe accusation hung in the air between us, heavy and sharp as broken glass."That is not true," I said, but my voice came out weaker than I wanted it to.Theo's silver eyes narrowed further, and he took a step closer to me, small shoulders squared like a soldier preparing for battle."It is true," he snapped. "Every single one of them wanted him. The pretty ones smiled at him instead of teaching me. The old ones tried to act like his wife, cooking his favourite food, folding his shirts, pretending they cared about me so he would notice them." His voice cracked, just slightly, on the last word. "You are no different."Guilt curled low and ugly in my stomach, because he was not entirely wrong. I had walked through those iron gates thinking about Damian's power, about what his interest in me could do to Trent's career, about how useful it would be if the coldest Alpha in New York wanted me the way he seemed to want me in that ballroom. I had not thought once abou

Chapter 8 POV: SeraphinaThe next morning, I woke up before the sun had fully cleared the trees outside my window, my body sore from a restless night full of half-formed dreams about locked doors and padlocks. I lay there for a long moment, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, before forcing myself out of bed.If I wanted to survive three months in this house, I could not let one bad afternoon with Theo decide the outcome.I dressed quickly and made my way down the long hallway, my sneakers silent against the marble this time, careful not to disturb the strange stillness that clung to every corner of the estate. Outside Theo's door, I paused, bracing myself for whatever waited on the other side.I knocked twice, then let myself in without waiting for permission.Theo sat cross-legged on his bed, a thick textbook open in his lap that he was clearly not reading, his silver eyes flicking up to me with open suspicion the moment I stepped inside. The broken porcelain from the day before

Chapter 10 POV: SeraphinaI did not argue with Theo's panic. Whatever secret lived inside that notebook, it was clearly not something he was ready to share, and pushing him now, with fear written so plainly across his young face, would undo every ounce of trust I had spent the last two days building.I slipped out of his room quietly and made my way down the back staircase, hoping to avoid Isabelle entirely until I understood the shape of what I was dealing with.I was not that lucky.I had barely reached the bottom step when her voice cut through the foyer like a whip."Excuse me, who exactly are you?"I turned slowly. Isabelle stood in the centre of the grand entrance, still in the same designer sunglasses from the driveway, now pushed up onto her blonde hair, her sharp green eyes raking over me from head to toe with open disgust. A maid hovered nervously a few feet behind her, clutching a suitcase like she wished she could disappear into the marble floor."I am Seraphina," I said