The Alpha King's Obsession

3. My Future Luna

Alexander’s POV

I had become a stalker.

There was no polite way to phrase it. For the past two weeks, I had been a shadow in Lilian’s life, trailing her from the safety of my tinted SUV, watching her trudge to that bar she worked, and ensuring she made it back to her apartment safely every night.

My Wolf called it guarding. My rational mind knew what it actually was. F***ing madness.

But I couldn’t stay away. Th physical pain of being separated from her was becoming unbearable. It was a dull, throbbing ache in my chest that only subsided when I caught her scent on the breeze.

It was pathetic.

I was the Alpha King, a man who commanded legions of wolves, yet here I was, lurking in alleyways because a human woman had kicked me in the balls.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, the memory of our last encounter replaying in my mind. I had f***ed it up. Spectacularly. My Wolf had screamed at me too provide, to get our mate out of the cold. But instead of offering safety, I had insulted her. I’d thrown money at her like she was a commodity to be bought.

I remembered the fire in her eyes when she told me she wasn’t for sale. That spark of defiance was more intoxicating than any liquor. She had unknowingly rejected an Alpha, assaulted him, and stormed off.

And I’d been godd*mn obsessed ever since.

“You’re going to burn a hole through the glass if you keep staring at it like that, moy drug.”

I blinked, snapping back to the present. I was seated in the VIP section of Rhapsodic, one of the many clubs I owned.

To my left sat Constantine Ivanov, a Russian mob boss and a lethal White Tiger shifter, nursing a vodka. To my right was Elijah Zhang, the Dragon Head of the Triad, watching me with amused reptilian eyes.

“Leave him be, Constantine,” Elijah said smoothly. “Our friend seems to be hunting. Though, I must admit, Alexander, your technique lacks its usual…finesse.”

“Shut up.” My grunt sounded childish, even to my own ears.

“We are supposed to be discussing the port expansion,” Constantine pointed out, his pale eyes gleaming like a predator’s in the dark. “But, instead, here we are, watching you glare at a human girl.”

“Not just any girl.” My gaze snapped back to the booth near the dance floor.

There she was.

Lilian.

She was wearing a short, iridescent sequin dress that shimmered under the lights like mermaid scales. The way it clung to her curves made my hands itch and burn with the need to touch her. She was laughing at something one of her friends had said and I wished I was the one making her laugh and smile like that. And even though the sound of her laughter didn’t reach me, I felt it, and the beast in me clawed at my ribs. Mine. Go to her.

“Which one?” Elijah asked.

“The dark hair, the one with the shiny dress.”

“She smells human.” Constantine’s nose wrinkled. “But enticing. Like moon flowers.”

A low growl ripped from my throat. “Watch your tongue, Ivanov. She’s mine.”

Elijah raised an elegant brow. “Yours? You found your mate? In a human?”

“I don’t know what she is.” My eyes found their way back to her as I spoke and I had to fight the urge to shift and gut the waiter lingering too close to her. “But I do know she’s mine. And I need to fix this,” I muttered that last part to myself, something close to remorse eating away at me.

Lilian stood up then and whispered something to her friend before heading towards the restrooms.

I stood up immediately. “Excuse me.”

“Don’t scare her, Alpha,” Constantine called after me, laughing.

I ignored him as I prowled down the stairs, tracking her scent through the press of bodies.

I found her waiting in line for the bathroom, checking her phone and not paying any attention to her surroundings. I didn’t wait a f***ing second longer and I walked up to her, invading her space until her scent filled my lungs.

“We need to talk.”

She froze. I watched a shiver run down her body, before she turned slowly. When her blue eyes landed on me, they widened and then narrowed into slits of pure annoyance.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, actually rolling her eyes at me. “You again? Do you you have a GPS tracker on me or something?”

“I own the club.” Half truth, half lie. I wasn’t about to admit that I’d spent the past two weeks following her around. I leaned in with my hand against the wall near her head to box her in. ““You came to my territory.”

“Your territory?” She scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. The movement pushed her full breasts up in that sinful dress, and I felt my c**k thicken in my pants and my Wolf whining at me to let him out and play with her. “Look, Mr Wall Street, I’m trying to have a girls’ night. Go harass someone in your tax bracket.”

“I came to apologize,” my voice dropped to a low rumble.

She paused, skepticism written all over he beautiful face. “Apologize? For which part? Calling me a charity case? Or trying to buy me like a hooker?”

I winced. Hearing her say it out loud made it even worse. “I didn’t mean it like that. I saw you were cold, that you were struggling. My instincts…they aren’t always polite. I wanted to help, Lilian. I handled it wrong.”

Her eyes snapped wide. The annoyance vanished, replaced by sharp suspicion. She took a step back, fully hitting the wall.

“Ho do you know my name?” She demanded and her voice dropped to a whisper.

My entire body locked. F*ck. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

I had run a background check on her the moment I got home that night. I knew her name, her address, her blood type, and her favorite color. But to her, I was just a stranger she’s met twice.

“I…” I faltered, my mind racing for an excuse that didn’t scream stalker. “You were wearing a name tag at the bar.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Her eyes narrowed again. “We don’t wear name tag at the Royal. Who are you? Are you following me?”

Her gaze darted around, her body tensing as if she were calculating the fastest escape route. She thought I was human predator. She had no idea she was staring down a wolf who would burn the world to keep her safe.

“Lilian, listen to me-” I tried to reach for her hand.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed and slapped my hand away.

But skin had brushed skin. Static shock snapped between us, loud and undeniable, like a mini lightning strike.

A gasp left her pretty pink lips as she clutched her hand to her chest, looking at her fingers in confusion. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you carry a battery in your pocket?”

She didn’t know what we were to each other. But she felt it.

“It’s not a battery,” I whispered and stepped even closer, entranced by he confusion. “It’s-”

“It’s weird, is what it is,” she cut me off as she tid to back away further from me. “And you’re creepy. I’m leaving.”

“Xander!”

A shrill voice cut through the air, shattering the tension. My Wolf snarled in annoyance as the cloying scent of artificial roses assaulted my nose.

I turned to see Delilah strutting towards us. She was the daughter of a Council Elder, a high-ranking she-wolf who had been trying to claw her way into my bed, and my pack, for years. She was the Council’s ‘preferred’ choice for my mate.

She threw her arms around my bicep, pressing her chest against me. “I haven’t seen you in ages! Where have you been hiding?”

I peeled her off me as if she burned me and took a step back towards Lilian. “I’ve been busy, Delilah.”

Delilah’s eyes narrowed into thin slits as she finally noticed Lilian. She looked her up and down with a sneer, her gaze calculating and shrewd, and my blood boiled in my veins.

“Oh,” Delilah laughed, a cruel, tinkling sound. “I didn’t realize you were…entertaining the help. Or is this another of your charity cases?”

I felt Lilian stiffen beside me. Her face flushed red, and I saw her jaw set.

“Excuse me?” She took a step forward, her fear forgotten in the face of the insult. “I don’t know who you are, lady, but-”

“It’s fine sweetie,” Delilah interrupted, flipping her hair. With one last look of disdain, she turned her attention back to me. “Daddy says we really need to set a date, Xander. The Blood Moon is coming. You can’t keep putting off our union. We’re perfect for each other.”

My Wolf was ready to rip Delilah’s throat out. I looked at Lilian again and my gaze softened a fraction. She looked furious, hurt, and completely baffled by the conversation. Union? Blood Moon? She clearly thought we were insane. She turned on her heel, ready to bolt.

If she left now, thinking I was with this harpy. I’d never get close to her again.

And I needed her. Not just for the Council. Not just as a way to secure my crown. She was my mate, and I were hers. We were fated for each other, born to be together.

An idea formed in my mind. Reckless. Dangerous. Perfect.

I closed the remaining distance between Lilian and me, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my body. She gasped, the sound perfect and arousing, as her hands landed on my chest. She tried to push me away, but I held firm, tightening my grip around her waist.

Gods, she felt perfect against me.

“I do not care what your father says, Delilah,” I said, my voice booming with Alpha command.

Delilah seemed confused. “What? But…the deadline.”

“The deadline is irrelevant,” I lied smoothly, holding Lilian even tighter when she tried to punch my side. “Because I’m already taken.”

Delilah blinked. Once. Twice. “Taken? By who?”

I looked down at Lilian. Her mesmerizing blue eyes blown wide with shock, her mouth slightly open.

“By her,” I declared, loud enough for the Council spies in the room to hear. “Lilian isn’t a charity case, Delilah. She’s my fiancée.”

Lilian choked on air, her head snapping up to look at me. “I’m your what?”

“And my future Luna,” I finished, staring Delilah down with glowing golden eyes and ignoring Lilian’s protest. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, my fiancée and I have matters to discuss.”

I didn’t give either of them a chance to respond. I gripped Lilian’s hand and dragged her towards the private exit, my heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. I had just trapped my wildcat. Now all I had to do was convince her not to kill me.