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The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 61: Wrathful
Rune’s POV I woke up groggy, my head pounding and my limbs heavy, as if they were weighed down by lead. Everything felt disjointed, like I was floating between reality and some dark, drug-induced haze. My mind was sluggish, struggling to piece together what had happened. I blinked slowly, my vision blurred and unfocused, trying to shake off the fog that clouded my thoughts. But then I became aware of something—no, someone—heavy on top of me. The weight pressed down on my chest, and for a fleeting moment, a small, almost wistful smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I thought it was Alora’s soft curves molding against me. It was rare for me to hold her after a night of rough, punishing sex, but perhaps this could be a new beginning, something softer between us. But as quickly as that thought came, it was washed away by a wave of anger. I remembered seeing her with Dylan earlier, chatting, smiling, and laughing in a way I hadn’t seen in so long. A possessive fury had ignit
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 62: Human world
Alora’s POVI was pulled from the depths of sleep by the sound of someone calling my name. It was distant at first, like an echo through a tunnel, but it grew louder, more insistent, until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. My eyelids feel heavy, as if they had been weighed down by the burden of exhaustion, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light filtering into the cramped space around me. The first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my body. I stretched, feeling the dull ache in my muscles from sleeping in such a confined space. It wasn’t much, and it certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I had slept. Truly slept. For the first time in what felt like ages, my mind had been free from the torment of nightmares and constant dread. The weariness that had clung to me like a second skin had loosened its grip, if only slightly.My gaze fell on one of Dylan’s workers standing at the back of the truck. He was a young man, probably around my age, with a hesitant smile on his face
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 63: Shred of wolvity
Rune’s POVIt had been a week. Seven days since Alora vanished without a trace. Seven days of endless searching, of following dead leads, of placing bounties that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Seven days of feeling like I was slowly losing my mind.During the day, I put on a front. I played the part of the strong, composed Alpha that everyone expected me to be. I commanded the pack with the same authority as always, issued orders, handled disputes, and oversaw the daily operations. No one could see the cracks in the facade, the fissures that were slowly but surely spreading beneath the surface. They didn’t know that each time I gave an order, my mind was screaming for something else… someone else.But at night, when the house was quiet and the pack was asleep, I crumbled.It started with the silence, the suffocating quiet that settled over my room like a thick fog. The absence of her presence, the emptiness of the space where she used to be, gnawed at me relentlessly. I would sit on
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 64: Pay for it
Rune’s POVThe tension in the room was palpable as I stood before Dylan, my eyes burning with an intensity that could set fire to the very air between us. He was the last person I had seen with Alora, and I could still picture them together, her soft laughter, the tears glistening in her eyes, the way she had looked at him. It has haunted me every second since she vanished.I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Where is she, Dylan?” My voice was low, laced with a fury that barely concealed the storm brewing beneath the surface. He looked at me with an expression that was a mix of confusion and guarded calm, but I could see the unease in his eyes. He was trying to keep his composure, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He knew what this was about. “I don’t know where she is,” Dylan said, his voice steady, but there was something off, a slight tremor, a hesitation that made my blood boil.“Don’t lie to me,” I snarled, taking a step closer, my fists clenched so tightly t
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 65: You’re hired
Alora’s POVThree weeks. That’s how long I’ve been living in the human world, and I can say without hesitation that humans are better, far better, than werewolves. Or, at the very least, they’re better than the werewolves in my pack. The simplicity of their lives, the absence of pack politics, the way they go about their days without the constant weight of hierarchy and dominance, it’s a refreshing change. When I first arrived, I stayed at a modest motel, not far from the edge of town. It was nothing special, just a place to lay my head while I figured things out. But soon, I realized I needed something more permanent, a place I could call my own. So, I started looking for an apartment nearby. It didn’t take long before I found one, a cozy little place in a quiet neighborhood, just a few blocks from the motel.The landlord was a kind woman in her late fifties, with a warmth that reminded me of the mothers I’d read about in human novels. She had this way of making you feel at home
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 66: The curse
Third Person’s POV The witches of the coven had been watching Alora from the shadows ever since she made her escape into the human world. They followed her every move, cloaked in secrecy, their whispers carried only by the wind. To them, Alora's departure from the pack was a victory in itself. She had finally broken free from the chains that bound her to a world of cruelty and torment. They knew that her presence in the human world would make her stronger, more resilient. It was only a matter of time before she realized her full potential, potential that the witches had been patiently waiting to cultivate."She has finally escaped," whispered Elysia, the elder witch with silver hair cascading down her back. Her voice was filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Our queen is out of their grasp."The other witches nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. They had long despised werewolves, viewing them as nothing more than savage beasts who dared to cl
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 67: Falling apart
Rune’s POVThe days without Alora dragged on, each one more tortuous than the last. The emptiness she left behind gnawed at me, a constant ache that no amount of work or distraction could dull. I would find myself staring out of my office window, my mind wandering back to the last time I saw her. The image of her smiling at Dylan haunted me, a bitter reminder that she was somewhere out there, out of my reach. Weeks passed, and with them came a growing sense of dread that something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t just the void Alora had left in my life; it was the pack itself. I tried to focus on my duties, to manage the pack as best as I could, but things were starting to unravel. The first sign was subtle, a few packs reaching out, stating they were reconsidering their alliance with us. It was unusual, but I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, alliances could be fickle, and I was confident that I could smooth things over.But then, more packs followed suit. The rejections
The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession 68: Maria’s Place
Alora’s POVThe morning light filtered through the windows as I breezed into the kitchen, the familiar scent of sizzling bacon and fresh bread wafting through the air. It had been a few weeks since I started working at the restaurant, and every day felt like a small victory. The kitchen was alive with the clatter of pots and pans, the hiss of steam, and the soft hum of conversations among the helpers. Maria’s Place. That’s what the restaurant was called, named after its owner, Maria, who had been running the place for as long as anyone in the neighborhood could remember. It was a quaint little spot, tucked away on a quiet street, but ever since I started working here, it seemed like the whole town couldn’t get enough of it.“Morning, Alora!” one of the helpers called out, a grin spreading across his face as he flipped a pancake onto a plate. “Morning!” I replied, tying my apron around my waist as I joined them at the counter. The morning rush was already in full swing, and the en
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