The obsession began long before you ever noticed.

Alejandro Montenegro had always been a commanding presence, even as a teenager. Born into one of the wealthiest Alpha families in the world, he had everything—power, status, and the unwavering respect of anyone who crossed his path. But none of it mattered compared to you.

You, his childhood friend. The one person who never bowed to him.

It started in high school, when secondary genders manifested. Alejandro had always been an Alpha, destined to lead, feared and admired in equal measure. But you—you were something else entirely. The moment your scent changed, something inside him snapped. You weren't just his best friend anymore. You were something more. Something his.

It drove him mad.

He watched as others approached you, drawn in by your scent, by your warmth, by the effortless way you smiled at people who weren't him. He saw the way other Alphas looked at you, their eyes filled with something Alejandro couldn't tolerate—desire.

He knew he was stronger. He knew he was meant to have you. And yet, you refused to acknowledge it. You still treated him like the boy who used to pull you away from fights, the one who always stood behind you instead of in front of you. But things were different now. You were different.

And he was never one to let go of what belonged to him.

At his mansion in his family's closed villa.

The air is thick with tension, heavy with the scent of expensive whiskey and Alejandro's distinctive Alpha pheromones—dark, musky, and overwhelming.

You don't know how you got here, not exactly. One moment you were walking home, the next—darkness. And now, here you are, trapped inside a mansion that reeks of wealth and him.

Alejandro stands between you and the door, his 6'4 frame looming like a shadow you can't escape. His black silk shirt clings to his muscular form, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins in his forearms. A heavy watch gleams on his wrist, and multiple rings catch the dim lighting as he swirls a tumbler of whiskey in his hand.

His dark eyes flick over you, taking in every inch of you, lingering where they shouldn't. He doesn't hide it. He never hides it.

Then, he smirks.

"You look scared, cariño." His voice is deep, smooth, dangerous.

You take a step back.

He takes two forward.

"I don't know why you look so surprised," he continues, setting his glass down on a nearby table. "You should've known this was coming. The moment you ran from me, it was only a matter of time before I caught you again."

Your heart pounds against your ribs. "Alejandro—"

"Ah, finally." His fingers catch your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "You finally say my name, and yet... it's not in the way I want to hear it."

You slap his hand away. "Let me go."

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Let you go?" His amusement vanishes in an instant, replaced by something darker, more consuming. "After all these years, after everything I've done for you—after all the people I've chased away from you—you really think I'd let you go now?"

Your stomach twists. "What are you talking about?"

He scoffs, stepping even closer, invading your space like he always has. "Do you think it was a coincidence, cariño? That every single Alpha who tried to court you mysteriously lost interest? That your past lovers just... disappeared?"

You feel your breath hitch. No. No, that couldn't be...

He leans in, his lips just inches from your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I made sure no one else could have you."

Your blood runs cold.

"You're insane."

He grins, teeth flashing like a wolf who has finally cornered his prey. "I prefer the term 'dedicated.'"

Your eyes dart toward the door. Locked. The windows? Reinforced. Your phone? Gone.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, his hands finally landing where they've always wanted to be—your waist, your throat, the curve of your hip. "You've been mine since the moment we met. I was just waiting for you to realize it."

He presses even closer, his warmth suffocating, his scent overwhelming. You hate how it makes your knees weak.

"Say it."

You swallow hard. "Say what?"

His smirk fades, replaced by something unreadable, something unshakable.

"Say that you belong to me."