All Chapters of My alpha, My addiction : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Bella’s Perspective It has already been two weeks—two weeks since I arrived here—and for the first time in my life, I feel like I truly belong somewhere. While I may be the only human in these lands, I am treated as one of their own. Everyone speaks to me; I know some do so out of curiosity, as most members of the pack have never left the territory—only the guardians of the Goddess’s realm, the Alphas, and high-ranking members are permitted to venture beyond its borders. I have made a friend, Leila, who told me everything about their world. The King is the celestial guardian of the Goddess’s realm, surrounded by twelve other guardians. They are the ones who establish the laws and ensure the safety of all the other packs. The Blue Mountain pack is the most powerful and wealthiest of them all, and everyone fears the King because he is cruel and ruthless. Apparently, a curse hangs over him, which is why he can never mate—he will never have a true partner. She also explained that, i

Bella’s Perspective I know I might die after this, but for the first time in my life, I understand what it means to desire and to be desired. Every one of the King’s kisses drove me wild—even Eric, back when our relationship first began, never held such power over me. Every fiber of my being craved him. He carried me over and laid me down on his bed. My dress was all but gone, and my turtleneck top had been removed, leaving me in nothing but a bra. He paused for a moment, gazing at me as he caressed my breasts—trapped as they were—before slipping off my bra without even asking. I lay pinned to the bed, completely stripped of my own will. He looked at me, his eyes glowing red; yet, strangely, I felt no fear—quite the opposite, in fact—it only excited me. He began to kiss me again, then moved down toward my exposed neck. I could feel his fangs grazing my skin before he took one of my breasts into his mouth. “Mmmh… sir…” I moaned, clutching his beautiful hair. Feeling his tongue

Narrator The sun had not yet fully risen when Bella went down to the kitchens. The atmosphere was already bustling: pots clattered, cooks hurried about, and the scents of warm bread and spiced stew filled the room. She had hoped that immersing herself in this environment would be enough to quiet the tumult in her mind. But she was wrong. Every utensil she washed, every basket of vegetables she carried, every oven she stoked seemed to add a new weight to her heart. Kael. She tried to banish his name from her thoughts, but her mind had a will of its own. The way he looked at her, the feel of his skin against hers, his husky voice in the darkness… She had felt it all. It was all etched into her memory. And that was precisely why she must never cross paths with him again. “Bella, are you alright?” Gertrude asked, glancing at her sideways. strength, his aura. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” she replied a little too quickly, without looking up. The old woman narrowed her eyes, uncon

“You dance as if you’re carrying the world on your shoulders,” a soft voice whispered. Bella looked up, startled. Elior, holding a tray, was watching her from the kitchen doorway. She was in the middle of organizing spices, her arms dusted with flour, her cheeks flushed from the heat. “It’s just been a long day,” she said with a faint smile. “And yet, you still smile. Impressive.” She studied him for a moment. His gaze didn’t carry the heavy, lingering weight she saw in some of the other men at the castle. He seemed genuinely sincere—simple, and soothing. “Are you always this good at flattering people, Elior?” He let out a soft laugh. “Not really. But I know what’s true. You’re different—unlike anyone else here.” Bella lowered her eyes. She didn’t want to let her heart open up. She didn’t want to… hope. Not after what she had felt in the king’s arms. Yet, she couldn’t deny that talking to someone else felt good—like a crack forming in the armor she had worn for far t