All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Willow“Will, it is so good to see you alive.” Harlow beams at me as Zane guides me to a chair.“Uh huh.” I mutter, still playing the questions over in my head.“When Dad told me that you, your mum and your brother tried to stay and that he didn’t let you. I was furious. If I had been there….”“It wouldn’t have made a difference.” Zane tells him, “Not if your father was involved in this shit.”Harlow frowns. “Maybe I would have found out a long time ago that he was involved.”“And what would you have done?” Zane asks. “Would you have killed him? Would you have revealed his secrets to his pack? Please, enlighten me.”“You don’t know everything about me, Zane.”Zane doesn’t respond and Harlow turns his attention back to me. “Do you still draw?”“Yes.”Harlow leans down by the desk and picks up a box, “I brought you these. I have always remembered how these were your favourites.”“You didn’t have to do that….” I peer in the box to find more of the same brand of pencils that Zane had alre

WillowI stare at the note in my hand. Reading those three words over and over. ‘She must survive.’ Why was it so important? Important enough that my father had pinned it to the back of the door. Important enough that he had to write it down, but why? Anyone could have found it. Or maybe that was the point.If he had known his death was coming. Why hadn’t he told anyone? Or maybe he knew he couldn’t trust anyone. I could curse him for getting me into such a mess. Though it won’t make a difference. Not now.Sinking into my chair, I pull my left leg up in front of me with a sigh and use my right foot to rotate me side to side.Is this why Cara had come after me? Had she seen this note? Did she think my father was talking about me? She did keep talking about me being the Alpha and drawing power from the Moon.There were just too many unanswered questions floating around. Puffing out my cheeks, I take a final look at the note and then chuck it into my desk drawer. It wouldn’t be like we c

Willow“I’m not shifting.” I mutter through gritted teeth. The pain was different and spreading quickly. It feels like hot flames are licking every inch of my skin, but at the same time, burning me from the inside out. A shift had never felt like this. Yes it was painful, but not on this level.“Little wolf. Let her out.” He mutters softlyHis insanely dark eyes lock on mine and it starts to become difficult to breathe. Like my lungs were no longer functioning. That the air inside of them was stuck. Was this it for me?Zane places a hand against my chest. My heart thunders beneath. “Stop panicking, just shift. It might help.” He speaks softly and yet his words were deafening.“It’s not that.” I splutter“It’s just me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You have to trust that I will look after you.”There was that word again. ‘Trust.’ Such a simple word that held so much meaning. He runs the tip of his finger down over my cheek and presses his lips against mine. I close my e

WillowI was grateful to get back to our bedroom. I sit at my desk with a leg pulled up and using the other one to rotate me back and forth. I’m still annoyed with myself that my body betrayed me, but I won’t lie, Zane certainly knew what he was doing. My pussy still throbbed from the repeated…. Catching sight of my reflection in the window, a smile is plastered to my face. Okay, it was more than enjoyable.I doodle absentmindedly, but my eyes keep moving to the note that is sitting on the corner of my desk. I had put it there when I first sat down, trying to decide if Zane was right. Was I prepared for the answers? Was I prepared for more bad news? How much worse could it get?Zanes' oak and maple scent gradually grows stronger until he flings the door open. It bounces off the wall with force as he enters the room. “You have been invited to a ball!”He drops the open envelope in front of me.“A ball? The last time I went to a ball was when I was a kid and it was being hosted by Harl

WillowFor a moment, I felt like I was back on that stage. All eyes on me, whispers running through the crowd. At least none of them were thinking about stroking their cocks.I pause to take a deep breath, reminding myself that Zane had told me we could leave at any point if it became too much. But now I am here, I want to prove a point. That I wasn't running scared anymore.“Are you good?” Zane whispers in my earI nod and take a step forward.“Then let's get a drink to steady those nerves.” He glances down to his hand where my nails are firmly embedded in his skin.“Sorry,” I whisper, uncurling my fingers. Little bloody crescents are quick to heal. He smiles at me and presses his lips to my cheek. In the corner, I spot Harlow staring at me. He is deep in conversation with another man that I don’t recognise but his eyes are fixated on me.At the bar, Zane orders me a glass of wine and though I wasn’t a drinker, I glug that thing like my life depended on it.Zane raises a brow at me,