All Chapters of Alpha King's Hidden Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“W-We need to leave!”My father is undoubtedly frightened. The moment he said those words, his voice trembled. I, on the other hand, find it difficult to respond when all I could think about was to stop the blood on his abdomen from leaking. I hurried over to my father's place without anything in my hand. I applied pressure on his wound with both of my hands. My father, however, grabbed my wrist firmly before I could even call out for my brother to assist me. “Arllette… we need to get going”, he said, clearly in a rush. He's more agitated than ever. I could not ask why he had such a terrible cut on his abdomen or why we were leaving so abruptly. However, I do have a thought in mind, and they are responsible this for sure.I turned to look at Alby, my puppy. When I noticed that her eyes were closed, my heart broke. There was no sign of her chest rising and falling; it was in constant and at rest. I turned my head away from her right away, I couldn't look at her that way. As much as I

I woke up at a sideroad, still feeling disoriented. I looked around to see where I was, only to realize that it was still close to our village. Memories from last night started to flash in my head… My father and brother had been murdered by our villagers. I am all alone and have nowhere to hide. My family must be cursed, but what have we done to deserve this fate? All we did was figure out how to get by each day. How could this life be so cruel to us? While brushing away all the tears that had begun to pour from my eyes ceaselessly, I realized that there were no signs of my injuries last night. Aside from that, the bruises that I received from being punched last night were also gone. I'm positive that yesterday left me battered and hurt. My clothing being covered in dried blood is another proof that I was deeply hurt. Could I possibly recover that quickly? Or did I spend a long period unconscious? The latter, however, seemed to be inconceivable because I had a feeling that it had

Uncle Joseph spent some time that morning telling me stories about their lives. I've learned that they also rely on farming for their living, and one of his greatest sources of pride is the fact that they picked and ground the coffee he gave me. They lead a straightforward life. The only reason I could listen to him tell stories is because he makes me think of my father. We used to sit in a field and tell each other tales while laughing. We were just having fun at that point, so I never once considered losing him. I also never considered that he may genuinely be a werewolf as has been rumoured. When Aunt Lany wakes up, she invites me to go with her to the local market. We headed in the direction of the town. Their house is located in front of a muddy lane where Ador, the driver who has helped me, parked. Only after hearing Aunt Lany mention him did I learn his name. She stated that because they had previously worked on a plantation, they were extremely close friends. She also met