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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
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 128: A new way
Rune’s POV I sat in the leather chair in my office, staring out at the vast expanse of the land. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, circling back to me from every corner of the pack. They wanted to ruin me, humiliate me, strip me of the power I’d held all these years. Me? Rune? The Alpha who built this empire from the ground up? I clenched my jaw, the weight of their delusions pressing against my chest. Cielle was at the center of it. My dear sister had always been ambitious, but now, she’d become something else. She’d tasted power, and it had poisoned her mind, warping her into a version of herself I could barely recognize. I had let her run free for too long. But now, it was time to remind her and everyone else in this pack who I truly was. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen her over Alora. Maybe that was where I made the first mistake. She needed to know her place. I wouldn’t allow her, or anyone else, to forget it. I was still the Alpha. Still the one in control, no
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 129: Won’t be fooled
Alora’s POV I don’t know why my mind chose to torment me with this memory. Out of all the pain, the betrayal, the nights I spent crying in silence, why did my subconscious drag me back to that one fleeting moment of softness? That brief, beautiful illusion where Rune almost, almost, made me believe he cared. It was right after I came back to him. Pregnant. He never mentioned the pregnancy, not once, as if the fact that I carried his child didn’t matter. And maybe that’s what cut the deepest, his silence. But there were these little things he did, these small, tender gestures that made me feel... something. Something that felt dangerously close to hope. That we might be more than just two people fucking. In the dream, it was a quiet night. I was lying on the bed in the room he’d assigned to me. The sheets were cool against my skin, and I was trying to distract myself from everything, his brooding silence, the weight of the child growing inside me, the uncertainty of it all. But
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 130: Communication
Rune’s POV The message had been lingering in my phone for hours, like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People offering help was nothing new, after all, I’m the Alpha. Many fools try to push themselves with me, offering their services or information. But this one… this one was different. This was about Alora. The text simply read: "I can help you get Alora back. The people around her have poisoned her mind against you. She deserves better. She deserves you." The tone of the message, the way it was worded, it didn’t feel like an empty promise. And something deep in my gut told me I had to know more. I texted back, keeping it simple again: "Who are you?" The reply came swiftly, almost as if they’d been waiting for me to bite: "Someone who loves her as much as you do. Maybe more." More? My jaw clenched. No one could love Alora more than me, but this stranger had my attention. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the message on the scree
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