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119: Poetic justice
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The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 120: Gone again
Rune’s POVIt had been seven days. Seven days without Alora. Seven days since the witches had taken her, and it felt like my entire world had collapsed in on itself. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I was a fucking wreck. I had shut myself in my room, locked the door, and refused to let anyone inside. Not Jacob, not Ethan, not even the damn servants. No one was allowed to see me like this. To see the way I had fallen apart. I couldn’t let them see me this weak, this vulnerable. An Alpha was never supposed to look like this. Never supposed to feel like this. But I did. I had never been sick in my life—never had so much as a cold. My body had always been strong, unbreakable, just like my mind. But now… Now, I was sick as fuck. My body felt foreign, weighed down with an exhaustion that dragged at my bones, my muscles aching as though I had fought a hundred battles without rest. My head throbbed constantly, a dull, agonizing pain that wouldn’t let up, and my chest felt tight, like
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 121: A hybrid
Alora’s POV The air in the ancient castle was thick with anticipation, magic simmering in every shadowed corner. I could feel the weight of it on my skin as I stepped out of the room they had given me, finally ready to confront Eirlys and Morrighan. For days now, they had been treading carefully around me, whispering among themselves but never saying what was truly on their minds. They feared me and I could feel it. Eirlys and Morrigan sat at the long dining table, a meal spread out before us. They had prepared a feast, likely in an attempt to soften what they were about to say. These two witches were powerful, there was no denying that, but they were careful with me. I could feel them holding back, waiting for my permission to speak freely. Then why? I sat down at the head of the table, as was fitting. I wasn't the same Alora they'd found broken and battered; I was someone new. The castle had done something to me, made me stronger, sharper. “What do you want?” I asked, m
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 122: Corrects mistake
Third Person POV The tension in the Alpha’s study was suffocating. Rune stood before his parents and the pack elders, his expression stone-cold, a mask of indifference he had mastered over the years. His father, the former Alpha, sat at the head of the table, eyeing Rune with suspicion."The witches have become more of a threat than we realized," his father began, his voice gruff. "They’ve taken Alora and her child—"Rune’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let the surge of panic show. He had spent the last week locked away, drowning in an illness that had never touched him before. His body, usually unbreakable, was betraying him. His mind felt like it was on fire, his thoughts consumed by Alora and the baby. The sickness gnawed at him, an ache that wasn’t just physical. This is so stupid and if he were in his right mind, he would have hated himself. And it was because she was gone.His heart squeezed painfully, but he pushed it down. No one could know. No one could ever know how much h
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 123: Family war
Rune’s POV The war room buzzed with an intensity I hadn’t felt in months. The heavy oak table in front of me was covered in maps, reports, and battle strategies, everything a good Alpha should focus on. But all I could think about was her. Alora. The witches. The child she had taken from me. I could barely sit still. My chest felt tight, my vision narrowing on the images swirling in my head. She had wanted to leave me. She had chosen them. I slammed my fist down on the table, silencing the Beta mid-sentence. A crack split the wood beneath my hand, but I didn’t care. I think I’m losing it slowly but surely. It has never been this bad. “Focus,” I growled. “What are we doing about the rogue attacks?” Jacob cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to keep the meeting from derailing further. “The patrols are doubled, Alpha. But it’s not the rogues that are the problem anymore.” His gaze shifted to Ethan, who shifted nervously under my glare. “There’s…talk, Rune.” I narrowed my eyes
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 124: A hiding queen
Alora’s POV The stone walls of the ancient castle seemed to pulse with an energy I had never noticed before. Every day I spent here, I felt myself grow stronger, more attuned to the magic surrounding me. I had never felt more alive or powerful in my entire life. My daughter Nevaeh thrived here too, her little eyes bright with intelligence that sometimes unnerved me, as if she knew more than I could fathom. Eirlys approached me one morning, and said the time had come to meet the rest of the coven. I was delaying the inevitable. "We aren’t as small as we seem," she explained, her voice carrying that smooth, "The coven stretches far and wide, hidden in forests and secluded places all over the world. But the ones here, they’re the elite." I followed her through winding corridors, the air growing thick with the scent of herbs and something ancient. When we stepped through an arched doorway into an open courtyard, I was greeted by the sight of about thirty witches standing in a s
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 125: My world
Third Person’s POV Goddess of Witches and Wolves, paced furiously in the ethereal realm. Her silver hair, cascading like the Milky Way itself, shimmered with the light of distant stars, while her emerald eyes, like Alora’s, blazed with frustration. The very air around her crackled with her fury, sending waves of energy outwards, rippling through the void. How had it come to this? How had the witches those treacherous, power-hungry fiends gotten hold of her daughter? Eirlys is really trying to get beheaded. Seraphina’s heart clenched painfully at the thought of Alora in their grasp. Her daughter wasn’t supposed to be caught in this web of deceit and dark magic. She stopped in her tracks, staring into the swirling stuff that displayed glimpses of the mortal world. Through it, she saw Alora’s last moments at the ball, the chaotic fight, the confusion, and then the sudden shift when Rune appeared, sweeping both Alora and her daughter away into an unknown. It was the futu
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 126: Inner conflict
Third person POV Rune’s parents sat in the dim light of their room, each deep in their own thoughts, the silence between them heavy and tense. His father, a broad-shouldered man with a cold intensity in his gaze, clenched his jaw as he considered the situation. Though no one had openly spoken of it, he had sensed something between Rune and Alora, small shifts, passing glances, moments that shouldn’t have meant anything, yet did. And while he didn’t have concrete proof, he knew enough to sense that something was going on. It has started becoming way too obvious now. Things are getting really intense and that is bad for their politics. She is practically his sister since they grew up thinking such. The elders would balk when they find out. “Ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, fists tightening on the arms of his chair. “If there's even a hint of truth to this… this…,” his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. His fury bubbled just below the surface.
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 127: A past malice
Third person’s POV The dimly lit room flickered with the faint glow of candles, casting shadows that danced along the stone walls. It was a forgotten corner of the castle, far from the grandeur of the witches’ main halls, and the perfect place for secrets to fester. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old parchment, but none of that mattered to the man standing at the window, looking out into the dark expanse beyond. His hands were clasped behind his back, posture rigid, eyes narrowed as he stared into the abyss. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but the hatred that simmered just beneath the surface was palpable. Every breath he took was laced with venom, every thought consumed by one name: Rune. “How long has it been since we heard from them?” His voice was low, cutting through the silence like a blade. One of the men seated at the long wooden table glanced up, adjusting his position as though uncomfortable with the tension that hung in the air. “A wee
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