All Chapters of My alpha, My addiction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I had never begged death to knock at my door until this nightmare began. When I first met Eric, he was different—gentle and attentive. He made sure I lacked nothing; having grown up without love, I felt protected and secure with him. My mother died when I was born, and as for my father, I never knew who he was—and I assume he wanted nothing to do with me, as no one ever came for me during the seventeen years I spent in the nuns' orphanage. After finishing high school, I had to leave the orphanage, as I was old enough to fend for myself, though I continued my university studies with the congregation’s financial support. After earning my bachelor’s degree in marketing, I had to stop my education to look for a job. That was when I met him: Eric Wilson—handsome, intelligent—everything a naive young woman, unaware of life’s dangers, might dream of. He was the company’s deputy director; his father wanted to ensure he was capable before handing over the reins. He was drawn to me from the mom

The silence between them had stretched on, seemingly forever. Kael hadn’t moved. Neither had Bella. The cold was biting, yet it didn’t seem to affect him. Standing there, dressed simply in a tight black T-shirt and leather trousers, he appeared indifferent to the snow falling all around them. His golden gaze remained fixed upon her, implacable. Bella, for her part, fought to keep her legs from trembling. She wanted to speak, but her throat was parched. Then, against all expectations, she was the one to break the silence. “Aren’t... aren’t you cold?” Her voice was faint and hesitant, yet the echo across the frozen valley made it ring out more clearly than she might have wished. Kael blinked, taken aback by the question. It wasn’t born of fear, nor was it a complaint or a plea. It was simply... curiosity. Human. Uncomplicated. He turned his head slightly, his breath hitching. “No. My body is built to endure this climate.” He took a step forward—slowly, with a controlled, anima

Kael’s Point of View This scent has been haunting my mind since this morning. I’ve always known I would end my life alone, and now the Moon Goddess has just confirmed it. A human—as if mating with another shifter weren’t already a problem for me, a human would never be able to endure everything that’s coming. And where did she even come from to end up here? No human dares to come to this place—not because of us, but simply because the winter conditions here are too harsh for them. She must be hiding, or perhaps fleeing from something—or someone. I was still lost in my thoughts when someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said, sitting on my desk, my gaze fixed toward the window. “The guards have finished their training. Everyone was quite surprised that you weren’t there,” said Jordan, my beta. “I’ll train later. I wasn’t in the mood this morning—besides, I got up rather early.” “I heard you caught a human on our territory. You should have called me; I would have come along.”

“Are you done admiring the view?” he asked me. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” I said, lowering my head. Suddenly, he stood up and walked toward me. Without a second thought, I immediately dropped to my knees, hands on my thighs, head bowed. I had offended him, and he was going to punish me. I had hoped things would be different, but here it was starting all over again—though perhaps if I behaved well, he wouldn’t hit me. “What are you doing?” “Please, don’t hit me! I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hit me,” I pleaded, sobbing. I knew I was only making things worse, but I couldn’t stop the tears. “Please, get up. I’m not going to hit you; I just want to ask you a few questions, that’s all. Stand up and take a seat.” “Thank you.” “Your first name, please?” “Bella.” I stood up and sat on the chair opposite his, behind the desk. He stared at me for a moment, looking perplexed, then went back to his own seat. — I am Kael, and I run this place. Why

Bella’s Point of View I woke up with a start. I had just had a strange dream: the man who saved me—or rather, the one who rescued me—told me he was a lycan and that I had ended up in a territory inhabited by supernatural beings. Then, I opened my eyes, and imagine my shock when I saw the very same office from my dream. “It wasn’t a dream... Good God, where on earth have I landed now? What are they going to do to me? I have to get out of here!” I said, not realizing I wasn’t alone in the room. “I didn’t know humans talked to themselves. Is that a common thing among your kind?” asked the King, who was leaning against the wall behind me. (Seriously, what do they eat around here to be this handsome?) “What are you going to do to me? Please, don’t eat me! My flesh is bitter—you wouldn’t even be able to digest it! Just let me go—I swear on all the saints, I won’t tell a soul! Besides, no one would believe me anyway,” I pleaded. “We don’t eat humans; we prefer wild game. And you ca