All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Gemma~ I doodled on the mostly blank sheet of paper. A sunflower here, a brilliant sun there. Oh! I needed more milk. M-I-L-K. I jotted the word down. Cripes! How long was this meeting going to drag on anyway? I had things to do, important things. My stomach rumbled, accusing me of neglect. Yup. I forgot to feed myself before the never ending meeting. The horrible rumors were true. Coffee alone couldn’t sustain life. I took a deep breath. Surely, it wasn’t normal for a nearly nineteen year old girl to feel more like forty. “Gemma, are you taking notes?” Alpha Devlin’s voice rudely cut through my musings. When I ignored his question, he growled for my benefit. As Alpha of the Midnight Sky Pack, he did his best to act menacing. He suffered from the misconception that the little human, me, trembled at the sound of growling. And tremble I did, just not with fear. Girls, don’t kid yourself. A growling werewolf was freaking hot in the right situation. Not that I would confess such a thi

~Gemma~ “Well?” Alpha Devlin arched one eyebrow, impatient for my reveal. While all alphas were pushy and demanding, his affliction had to be on the extreme side. My eyes snapped open. “Well what?” “Goddess, please tell me there is something in me worth saving!” Alpha Camden groveled on his knees where he belonged. The Moon Goddess enjoyed the taste of his despair. Everyone thought the goddess must be a kind and loving entity. I knew better. In my experience, she was temperamental and egotistical as well as benevolent. In other words, the goddess’ personality was complicated. Go figure. “Not in you. In her.” I spoke in annoyance. “Sadie will carry the mate to Alpha Devlin’s son. Through our young, our packs will flourish.” The words flew out of my mouth uncensored. I blinked. Time slowed to a standstill as I witnessed glimpses into a future I did not want. I held a little boy of around three years old. He was more beautiful than I could ever imagine with a head full of dark curls

~Gemma~ “Yes. She will come home.” I squeezed Tyson’s shoulder. “Are you sure? Have you seen it?” I rubbed my eyes tiredly. “I do not need a vision to see the outcome.” “If I were waiting for you, would you come home?” He looked insecure as he waited for my reply. I wanted to comfort him. Underneath their rugged surface, most hardcore werewolves were mushy, sentimental fools. “No way!” I patted his cheek. “There are reasons I prefer cats. Dogs require too much upkeep, all the fur and slobber. Yuck.” Tyson scowled. “I hate cats. Why are you hanging out with lupines if felines are your thing?” “Good question. I wonder if the local panther pride needs a psychic.” I pretended to jot on my notepad. “I’ll check into it, maybe request a transfer.” Alpha Devlin grumbled from my desk. No. I did not find it amusing. How dare he steal my court and cast judgments on me from my throne? “Quiet, please! I cannot concentrate wi

~Alpha Devlin~ From across the booth, Gemma frowned at me. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. She never made it easy for me. I shook off my feelings of inadequacy. I was her alpha and in control of the situation. I grinned at her. Her glare narrowed on me. “Is there something specific you wished to discuss?” I ignored the way she clung to her wine glass as if it embodied her sanity. “No more sleepovers with Tyson. I mean it.” It was a demand, actually. I resented the bond she shared with my younger brother. Sure. It may have been jealousy over her spending time freely with him while avoiding me at every turn. Her smile devastated me. I felt the unrelenting tug of my soul seeking hers. It tore me up inside that she never seemed affected by the bond I knew to be there. I took a swig of my whiskey. It was nearly impossible for werewolves to get drunk. No. It didn’t stop us from trying. I enjoyed the burn of the alcohol in my gut replacing other sensations. “Is that all? Easy. D

~Sammie~ I hated Fanged, dumb vampire strip club. Although I adored Gemma, I resented being tasked with playing witch sitter. Again. Alpha Devlin ordered me to keep an eye on her. Specifically, I was not to let her out of my sight. I didn’t care if we’ve all been friends since childhood. Their twisted relationship had the whole pack on edge. He was with Twyla and others from time to time. Gemma tried her damnedest to find love with anyone else but him. Yet we all knew they still longed for each other. Stubborn jerks. I sighed and sipped on some disgusting blue concoction of mostly sugar with a touch of liquor. Werewolves couldn’t really get drunk. But hell if I didn’t try! “Sammie! Stop swatting me in the face with your boa!” Gemma grumbled. “Sorry, girl!” I laughed, accidentally sloshing her with my liquor sugar. Truth be told, I was b-o-r-e-d out of my damn mind. Gemma had a grimace on her face. She seemed to be enjoying herself just as much. Why were we in this predicament anywa