All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alora’s POVI woke up breathless, the sheets tangled around my legs, and my body aching with a need I couldn’t control. My fingers were buried deep inside my wet heat, moving desperately as I tried to reach the climax that hovered just out of reach. My hips rolled, pushing against my hand, and every breath was a needy, broken gasp. I was too lost in the sensation to realize I wasn’t alone until I looked up and saw him… Rune, leaning against the doorframe with that wicked smirk, eyes dark and full of possessive hunger.My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, ripping my hand away from my core in mortification. My cheeks burned as Rune stepped forward, his gaze locked on mine, mocking and unrelenting.I tried to cover myself, but his strong hand caught my wrist, pulling it away from my body. He didn’t say a word, just watched me, the air between us thick with tension and something darker, more dangerous.He has seen me dreaming about him fucking me. I hated that he decided to cum on my b

Rune’s POV I stare at her, utterly spent and beautiful in her vulnerability, her body still trembling in the aftermath of the intense pleasure I’d pulled from her. Alora lies there, chest heaving, her soft lips parted, and her lashes fluttering as if she’s caught in some half-dream state, still feeling echoes of her orgasm. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her. Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. I can’t leave her like this –messy, exposed, and marked by our sins. Carefully, I grab a wet cloth from the nightstand, the cool water soaking through the fabric, and kneel beside her. With a gentle touch, I press the cloth against her inner thighs, wiping away the remnants of our encounter. She stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body instinctively arching as the cold cloth brushes against her still-sensitive flesh. I watch, captivated, as her back arches ever so slightly, the soft curve of her spine catching the dim light of the room. She looks ethereal, an untouchable go

Rune’s POVI sat at the head of the dining table, hands folded, face calm, but my mind was swirling with everything I had learned last night. I hadn't told my parents or anyone else the full truth about the witches or Alora’s connection to them. Not yet. I kept my explanation simple, telling them that the witches had cast a spell that was slowly deteriorating our pack and that they wanted something from us, something they would only reveal when the time was right. I watched as my parents exchanged uneasy glances, clearly disturbed by the news but too seasoned to show much fear. They were Alphas after all, hardened by years of leading the pack through peace and conflict alike. But this was new territory, and the tension was thick.“I hope they say what they want before things get worse.” Mom muttered then silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. Before I could say anything more, Cielle and Dylan stormed into the dining room, their expressions sour, the air between them charged with ange

Rune’s POVI sat back in my executive chair, fingers drumming against the armrest, my eyes locked on Alora. She sat across from me, trying to put on a brave face, but I could see the cracks beneath the surface. Her body language betrayed her, she squirmed under my gaze, shifting slightly in her seat as if the weight of my stare was too much to bear. But still, she held her chin high, her jaw tight with defiance. That’s the Alora I know. Strong. Resilient. Even now, after everything, she still refuses to back down.But I know the truth. I know what she did to Cielle. They may all be clueless, wondering how it happened, whispering about coincidences and bad luck, but I’m not. I know it wasn’t an accident. I know it wasn’t just some freak occurrence. It was her. It had to be her. The darkness in her, the magic in her blood, it’s always been there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to come out. The Queen Witch, hidden in plain sight all this time, and she doesn’

Alora’s POV After the heaviness of our conversation began to settle into a more comfortable silence, I felt Rune’s grip around me loosen, though he kept me close. It was small, almost imperceptible, but something that always reminded me that, despite everything, Rune was human. There was something soft within him, even if the rest of the world only saw his dark, brutal side. I shifted slightly on his lap, pushing myself back enough to look at his face. He gave me a small, tired smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was there. And that was enough for now. "Remember when we used to sneak out of the packhouse during the summer?" I asked, my voice gentle as I recalled the memory. "You’d drag me to that clearing in the woods where no one could find us, just to stargaze. You always swore you could see shooting stars." Rune’s lips twitched upward, his eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia. “That’s because I did see shooting stars. You were just too busy talking abou