​Kaden’s POV

​It had been seven agonizing days away from the pack house. As the Alpha King, I had been forced to travel across the borders to settle a bloody land dispute between two minor packs who couldn’t stop fighting like stray dogs. Thereafter, I had to visit three other alpha territories that needed my direct attention and royal approval.

​The entire time I was away, my thoughts were completely fucked. I couldn’t focus. My wolf was snapping inside my head, restless and angry.

​The moment my black SUV pulled up to the front of my mansion, I kicked the door open and strode inside. The staff and guards immediately lined the grand hallway, bowing their heads in deep respect.

​"Welcome back, Alpha King," the butler murmured.

​I didn’t even look at him. I didn’t respond to any of them. I just kept marching up the stairs, my heavy boots thudding against the floor.

​All I wanted was her.

​Fuck. I missed her. It was a disgusting, frustrating truth that I hated admitting to myself.

​At one point during my travels, while sitting in a boring council meeting with another pack, I actually found myself regretting my decision to leave her behind. The urge to have her nearby, where I could see her and smell her, had been driving me insane.

​From now on, she is accompanying me on every single trip, I decided right then, my jaw clenching. As long as the destination was safe, she was coming with me. I couldn’t handle being away from her anymore.

​Then, a sudden realization hit me, making me stop dead in my tracks at the top of the stairs. Damn it. I am actually worried about her safety. The thought made a cold knot form in my stomach.

​An Alpha King shouldn’t care about the safety of a prisoner, a mere breeder. His wife’s killer... But my wolf didn’t care about logic; he just wanted this female close.

​I shook the thought out of my head and walked toward my office. I pressed the buzzer on my desk, summoning the head maid.

​Within two minutes, she tapped on the door and walked in. She had fully recovered from her previous hit, standing straight with her hands folded.

​"You called, Alpha King?"

​"Yes," I said, leaning back in my leather chair, my dark eyes locking onto hers. "Tell the wardrobe staff to get my breeder a nice dress. Something expensive and breathtaking. I want her completely taken out of those old rags. I am having a private dinner with her tonight in my personal quarters."

​The head maid’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her mouth parted slightly, completely stunned that the ruthless King was ordering a royal gown for a slave. But she quickly caught herself, bowing her head deeply.

​"Right away, Alpha King. I will see to it personally."

​She turned and hurried out of the room.

​A dark, dangerous smirk touched my lips as I stood up and walked toward my master bedroom. I could already feel the heat rising in my blood, my cock thickening against my pants just thinking about her.

​After dinner, I am going to fuck you so hard, Rebecca, I thought, the anticipation making my veins burn.

​Hours later, the dining table in my personal quarters was set with the finest food and wine. I had already showered and dressed in a clean, dark button-up shirt, pacing the floor like a caged beast.

​Finally, the doors to my quarters clicked open.

​"Alpha King, your breeder is here," the guard announced, stepping aside.

​Rebecca walked over the threshold, and the moment my eyes landed on her, the air was completely sucked out of my lungs. My entire body froze like a statue.

​Fuck.

​She was wearing a stunning, emerald-green gown that hugged every single one of her dangerous curves perfectly. The silk fabric draped beautifully over her hips, exposing her smooth, pale shoulders and the elegant line of her neck.

​Her long hair had been brushed out, falling down her back in soft, silky waves. The head maid had even applied a touch of subtle makeup, making her full lips look dark and completely kissable.

​She looked entirely cleaned up. She didn’t look like a prisoner. She didn’t look like a slave.

​She looked like a true queen.

​A sudden wave of panic mixed with my heavy lust. My breath was completely taken away, and I instantly hated how much power the sight of her had over me.

​Looking at her right now, I realized she was a massive distraction—a distraction I absolutely could not afford. Especially not right now, with my brother Kane making threats and the elders of the council watching my every single move.

​If the council saw her looking like this, they would know she wasn’t just a vessel to me. They would see my weakness.

​Rebecca noticed my stunned silence. Instead of keeping her eyes on the floor like she usually did, a small, knowing smile touched her lips.

​She walked over to the table, her movements fluid and confident, and sat down in the chair across from me.

​"Good evening, Alpha King," she purred, her voice soft, smooth, and completely devoid of fear. "Welcome back."

​I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my cold, unbending mask back onto my face as I sat down opposite her. "You look... decent," I grunted, trying to downplay the madness screaming in my head.

​"Just decent?" she teased, tilting her head.

​For the first time since I captured her, she actually looked straight into my eyes, holding my gaze. She reached for her wine glass, her fingers brushing against mine deliberately as she picked it up. A jolt of pure electricity shot up my arm.

​"And here I thought I dressed up nicely just for you."

​She took a slow sip, her eyes flashing with a playful, seductive light. She was engaging with me. She was smiling. She was doing exactly what I asked for—she wasn’t a doll.

​But within ten minutes of the dinner, I realized I had walked straight into a trap.

​Rebecca was driving me completely crazy. Every time she spoke, she laughed softly, the sound wrapping around my senses.

​She would lean forward, deliberately giving me a full view of her soft cleavage, before pulling back with an innocent look. She would lick a drop of sauce from her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine, knowing exactly what it was doing to my cock.

​My dick was throbbing so hard it was painful, rock-hard against the edge of the table. I couldn’t take it anymore.

​I slammed my hand down on the table, making the plates rattle. "Enough," I growled, my voice rough and thick with pure lust. "Stand up. Get on the table. I am taking you right now."

​Instead of flinching or crying, Rebecca just sat back in her chair. Her smile remained, but her eyes turned incredibly sharp and calculating. She didn’t move an inch.

​"No," she said softly.

​My jaw locked tight, a dangerous Alpha aura flaring in the room. "What did you say to me?"

​"I said no, Kaden," she repeated, dropping my title so smoothly it made my blood rush.

​She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, teasing me with her proximity but keeping herself completely out of my reach.

​"I am ready to give you exactly what you want. I want to moan for you. I want to be wet for you. I want to be completely into it... but the ultimate reward is going to cost you."

​I gritted my teeth, my hands clenching into fists. "You are my prisoner. I don’t buy what is already mine."

​"You can take my body by force, yes," she countered, her voice turning completely cool. "But then you’ll just be fucking a doll again. And we both know you hate that."

​She tilted her head, a victorious spark in her eyes.

​"If you want the real me tonight, I want more privileges for Stephanie. I want her moved to a better room with a real bed and better food. Agree to that, and I will show you just how great my performance can be."

​Fuck.

​I stared at her through the candlelight, my chest heaving with quick, heavy breaths. She was using her own body as a weapon, turning my own desire against me.

​It had become a total psychological battle, a brutal game of chess to see who would bend first.

​My royal pride told me to lock her in the dungeon, but the wild monster in my gut was begging me to give her whatever she wanted just so I could slide inside her.

​I leaned across the table, my dark eyes boring into hers with a terrifying intensity. "You are playing a dangerous game, breeder."

​"I know," she whispered back, her smile turning completely intoxicating. "So... do we have a deal?"