All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12POV: SeraphinaThe cold stopped being just cold after the first hour. It became something alive, something that crawled under my sweater and settled into my joints like it meant to stay there forever.I paced the length of the balcony to keep my blood moving, my arms wrapped tight around myself, my breath coming out in short, ragged clouds. The stone floor bit through the thin soles of my sneakers with every step. Somewhere below, the wind rattled the bare branches of the trees lining the estate grounds, a low, hollow sound that made the whole night feel emptier than it already was.I refused to sit down. Sitting felt like giving up, and I was not about to give Isabelle Kingston the satisfaction of finding me curled up and pathetic in the morning, half-frozen and broken exactly the way she wanted.My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, agitated by the cold, but even she could not do much against weather like this without a full shift, and shifting on a stranger's balco

Chapter 14POV: SeraphinaI woke the next morning with my whole body aching, a dull soreness settled deep in my joints from the hours spent shivering on that balcony, but I forced myself out of bed anyway. Damian's warning still echoed in my head. He always found the truth eventually. I only hoped that when he did, Theo would not be caught in the crossfire.I splashed cold water on my face, pulled my damp hair into a tight bun, and made my way down to the small study room the staff had prepared near the library, my footsteps quiet against the marble. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, catching dust motes in the air, and the faint smell of old books and furniture polish clung to the room, a strange comfort after the sharp cold of the night before.Theo was already there when I arrived, sitting stiffly at the long wooden table with his arms crossed, a fresh stack of textbooks piled in front of him. His silver eyes flicked up when I walked in, sweeping over me with the same searc

Chapter 16POV: SeraphinaNeither of us moved for a long moment. Theo's clawed hand still hung frozen in the air between us, close enough that I could feel the faint tremor running through it, close enough to smell the sharp, wild scent of wolf still clinging to his skin, mixed underneath with something sourer, something that smelled almost like shame.Slowly, carefully, he pulled his hand back and pressed it flat against his own chest, staring down at his claws like they belonged to some stranger wearing his body."I did not move," he said, his voice hollow, still catching up to what had just happened. "You did not move either.""No," I agreed quietly, "I did not."The claws receded slowly, retracting back into ordinary, trembling fingers, the fine dusting of fur along his knuckles smoothing away until there was only a frightened little boy left sitting on the floor in front of me, his back pressed hard against the wall, his chest still rising and falling too fast.I stayed crouched

Chapter 18POV: SeraphinaI had almost forgotten why I came to this house in the first place.Between Theo's careful progress and Isabelle's quiet, simmering threats, entire days had passed where revenge sat further and further from my mind, pushed aside by algebra worksheets and half-shifted panic attacks and stolen moments of something that almost resembled peace. But lying awake that night, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of my new bedroom, I forced myself to remember Trent's cruel laughter echoing across that ballroom, Isabelle's diamonds catching the light as she dared me to humiliate myself for the cameras.If I wanted to finish what I started, I needed Damian to actually want me. Not just the reckless heat of a stranger's kiss under flashing lights, but something closer, something that would make him willing to use his power on my behalf.I remembered the way his eyes had lingered on me in the hallway that night on the balcony, the careful, deliberate way he had wrapped a bla

Chapter 20POV: SeraphinaI did not sleep well after Damian threw me out of his study, his sharp order still echoing in my head long after I climbed into bed. I lay awake turning the whole strange encounter over and over, the way his eyes had darkened right before he pulled away from me, the rough edge in his voice that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with something he clearly did not want to feel.I told myself it did not matter why he pulled away, only that I had gotten close enough for his wolf to react at all. That was progress, whatever it cost my pride.By the time I made it down to the study room the next afternoon, exhaustion sat heavy behind my eyes, and I nearly missed the way Theo was watching me the moment I walked in, his silver gaze far too sharp for a boy his age, tracking me across the room with unusual focus."You look tired," he said, not unkindly, closing the workbook in front of him before I had even sat down."Rough night," I admitted, sliding in