Chapter 62 My Obsession

Chapter 62 My Obsession
Katie 

“So according to the information you’re saying,” I repeated slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue like I was tasting them, “Jesse has finally fallen in love… and it happens to be with an omega.”

The man standing in front of me did not hesitate.

“Yes, miss,” he answered immediately.

I leaned back slightly in my seat, letting the silence settle properly before I reacted, letting it stretch just enough to make him uncomfortable even if he didn’t show it.

Then I laughed.

Not a small laugh.

Not a polite one.

A real one, soft at first and then slowly growing like I was hearing something genuinely amusing.

“How interesting,” I said at last, tilting my head slightly. “How very interesting.”

The messenger lowered his gaze slightly, waiting.

I tapped my fingers lightly against the arm of my chair, my thoughts already moving ahead of the conversation, already shifting through possibilities like they were pieces on a board.

Jesse.

The Alpha King.

Controlled. Ruthless. Predictable in his unpredictability.

And now suddenly… emotionally involved.

With an omega.

That alone would have been amusing.

But Jesse was not the type to “fall” into anything carelessly.

Which meant this was either real…

Or very dangerous.

My smile lingered a little longer as I looked at the messenger again.

“Are you certain?” I asked calmly.

“Yes, miss,” he said again. “Multiple palace reports confirm it. He protects her openly. He defends her decisions. He even ignores council pressure when it concerns her.”

That part made my smile deepen slightly.

Oh.

So it wasn’t a rumor.

It was established behavior.

I exhaled slowly, leaning forward again.

“And the omega?” I asked. “What kind of influence does she have over him?”

The messenger hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering.

“She is not ranked highly,” he said carefully. “But she is close to him. Very close.”

I hummed softly under my breath.

Close.

That was always the word people used when they didn’t want to admit something was already too deep.

I stood up slowly, adjusting my sleeves as I began to walk a few steps across the room, letting my thoughts settle into something sharper, more structured.

Jesse with emotional attachment.

That was… inconvenient.

But also useful.

Depending on how it was handled.

I stopped near the window, looking out briefly at the borders beyond the estate.

The land outside was still unstable.

Still shifting.

Still being secured after the last negotiations.

We were not fully settled yet.

But that didn’t matter.

This information mattered more.

Because people like Jesse did not change easily.

And when they did…

It always caused ripples.

I turned slightly back toward the messenger.

“How stable is the palace right now?” I asked.

“Stable, miss,” he replied. “But there are tensions surrounding the council decisions and recent internal accusations.”

I nodded slowly.

Of course there were.

There were always tensions when leadership began to shift emotionally instead of strategically.

And Jesse was not known for emotional decisions.

Which meant this woman—this omega—was either very important…

Or very temporary.

Either way, she would affect the balance.

I let out a soft breath and smiled again, more to myself this time.

“Seems it’s about time I returned to the palace,” I said quietly.

The messenger looked up slightly at that.

“Miss?”

I turned fully toward him now.

“Once we are done settling things in these borders,” I continued, my voice calm but firm, “we will move.”

“Yes, miss,” he said quickly.

I nodded once, satisfied.

Then I lifted my hand slightly.

“Call my male consort for me.”

The messenger bowed immediately.

“Yes, miss.”

He turned and left quickly, and I remained where I was, letting the silence fill the room again.

A few moments passed before footsteps approached from the side corridor.

Stan.

My male consort.

He entered without hesitation, as he always did, his eyes immediately found mine, steady and observant, as if he was already assessing the situation without needing explanations.

“You called,” he said simply.

I smiled slightly.

“Yes,” I replied. “I did.”

He stepped closer, stopping at a respectful distance, waiting.

Then I told him to strip. My male consort had the most beautiful face, and that was one of the reasons why I hired him. The second reason was because he looked so much like Jesse. Fuck! Jesse. I loved to pretend I was fucking Jesse while fucking him.

His eyes met mine, those deep pools that mirrored Jesse's so perfectly it sent a shiver down my spine. 

I crossed my legs, feeling the silk of my robe slide against my skin, and watched him intently.

"Take it off," I commanded, my voice low and steady, though my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. He didn't hesitate. His fingers moved to the buttons of his crisp white shirt, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness. 

Each pop of a button revealed more of his toned chest, the muscles rippling slightly under smooth, tanned skin. Mmh, it was just like Jesse's body, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the kind of build that made my mouth water.

As the shirt fell open, he shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet. His nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, dark peaks begging for attention. I bit my lip, imagining Jesse standing there instead, his cocky grin flashing as he teased me. But this wasn't Jesse; this was my hired fantasy, my escape from the ache that never quite left me.

"Pants too," I said, my tone firmer now, laced with the hunger building inside me. He unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering as it slid free. 

Then the zipper, slow and teasing, drawing my eyes down to the bulge straining against his boxers. He was already hard, the outline of his thick cock pressing insistently against the fabric. I shifted in my seat, my pussy clenching at the sight. Fuck, I needed this.

He pushed the pants down his hips, stepping out of them gracefully. Now he stood in just those tight boxers, his erection tenting them obscenely. 

His thighs were powerful, dusted with just the right amount of hair, leading up to that V of muscle that disappeared beneath the waistband. I could almost hear Jesse's laugh in my mind, the way he'd strip for me back then, making it a game, a seduction.

"All of it," I breathed, my voice huskier than I intended. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and tugged the boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. 

It bobbed as he kicked the underwear aside, standing fully naked before me. Perfect. So fucking perfect. The length of him, the girth—it was all so much like Jesse’s. I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening under my robe.

He waited again, hands at his sides, letting me drink him in. His face, oh that face, with the sharp jawline and full lips that curved into a knowing smile. It was like looking at a ghost, a delicious, hard-cocked ghost coming to life. I stood up slowly, the robe parting slightly to reveal the curve of my breast, the lace of my panties peeking out.