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

Lana POVDear Lana,There will be nothing left of your perfect lips if you keep chewing them nervously while waiting for my reply. Usually, I am more punctual in my responses. I am sorry if I made you nervous thinking I would skip sending you an email tonight. To answer your question, yes, things have been intense. But they should be rigorous. They are training us all for alphaships or betaships, after all. I would do it over tenfold if it meant a better chance of being what you need me to be. I have to admit; I miss you far more than I ever imagined possible. Your sharp wit and your nervous lip biting always bring a smile to my face when I find myself stressed or unable to focus. I am thinking this will be the last message for a couple days as we enter the last week we are to be separated, so I feel it is only fair to formally ask you for a chance…“Lana!” Someone hisses at me and I jump, slamming the laptop closed. My heart is in my throat as I move toward my dark balcony and peek

*Maddox POV*I run harder than I have ever had to before, the howling of those hunting me closer than I want to admit to myself. Perhaps if my face would stop bleeding, or my right eye worked, I would make better ground, but my injuries slow me. That’s the point of the brand, to make it so the rogues in this land can catch and kill me. The fun life of an exile. They determine your fate with a simple trial and a brand you with a single letter. “X” for exile. It would look wrong for an Alpha elite school to put to death one of their trainee’s especially their top one. No, instead they claim to grant me mercy and exile me. Stripping from me everything in the process. Not only have I lost my dignity, my potential title and my home. I’ve lost the only chance I had with the girl I loved. My wolf growls in heartache, the memory of her betrayal mixing with that of the others. The lying, conniving assholes who caused this all. The same guy I thought of as a brother trusted with everything,

*Maddox POV*It’s getting hard as shit to avoid all the rogues in the area. A full week since I last saw my dad and I am no closer to coming up with a way to live out here and get the justice I deserve. I have been running on only a few hours of sleep over the past few days and have nowhere to hide. At this rate, I may as well just lay out in the middle of a fucking field and let them kill me however they please.The only thing keeping me from doing that is Lana. No matter how much I want to hate her for the sick fucking video she emailed me, I find I can’t. Every time I close my eyes and decide to just give in, I hear her voice, the sounds Kohen elicited from her once perfect lips, the vision of her on his lap. The way the light of the moon exposed her bare body enough to show me her nakedness. It reinvigorates me every time, making my anger for her grow and my hatred for Kohen even more deep-rooted. I am going to make sure he never gets to hear those noises from her again. If shit

*Lana POV*I slam the door behind me, unleashing a feral yell. This Luna training is complete shit and a waste of my time. On more than one occasion, I have considered just telling my father that I choose to be the Alpha after all and then Priscilla can eat shit. But then I think of Kohen, who has been working tirelessly to become the Alpha, and it feels wrong. Not to mention choosing it because I’m tired of all this ‘young lady’ shit doesn’t seem like the right reason.There is a knock on my balcony, and I close my eyes, squeezing them tight. I know it’s Kohen. It is always freaking Kohen and as much as I enjoy being around him, I just want to be left the hell alone. He doesn’t even bother to wait for me to beckon him in as he pushes the doors open. A soft breeze moving through the room ruffling a bouquet of fresh flowers on my desk.A new one every day for the past few days. The only thing that is making me not want to pummel Kohen for his clinginess is his thoughtfulness with the f

*Maddox POV* I jolt upright, my hand on my chest as it heaves up and down violently, trying to find air. Sweat dots my brow and I swipe at it, moving off the hard bed and swinging my legs to the cold ground. It startles me, but I welcome the reminder of being in the present, not lost in my head like I seem to be every night since my exile. I stare down at my leg that still sports a wicked pink scar where the rogues tore into my leg. Nearly three full days of sleep and healing to get my muscles back. More to get to this point. I have regained full mobility thanks to my healing abilities, but the skin repair has been a little lackluster. Lexi has joked that it makes me look tough. Which is hilarious, considering my face does that all on its own. It pissed her off when I told her I didn’t want the herbs for my face. The damage was already done. I can feel the places where the nerves have already died from the wolfsbane and silver they used to ensure I would remain scarred. Why waste th