The Alphas Obsession

PROLOGUE: A WORLD OF IRON AND GOLD

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The Caeldrath Empire was not built on love. It was built on conquest — on the spilling of

blood across a thousand golden plains, on the bowing of stubborn necks beneath an iron

crown. For three centuries, the Drakhar family had ruled with an absolute fist, their word

law, their shadow long enough to swallow entire kingdoms.

At its centre sat the Obsidian Throne, carved from a single piece of volcanic rock dragged

from the bowels of the Ashfen Mountains. Legends said it had never been sat upon by a

weak man. Legends also said it could sense cowardice and would splinter beneath the

weight of a faithless ruler.

Whether that was true, no one dared test it.

And upon that throne, as cold and unreadable as the stone beneath him, sat Alpha Kaelan

Drakhar — the Obsidian King, the Unbroken, the last of his bloodline. Twenty-six years

old. Unmarried. Feared by every lord in the empire and desired by every woman who had

ever laid eyes on him.

He had never wanted any of them.

Until her.

She was a spark in a world built to drown fire. He was the storm that

decided she was worth burning for.