All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alora’s POVTwo weeks passed in a hazy blur, the days bleeding into one another. Rune had taken it upon himself to be by my side constantly, never leaving me to my own devices for long. He brought me meals, bathed me, and tended to my every need with a patience I hadn’t expected from him. It was strange, this side of him, a tenderness he didn’t show to the rest of the world. In those moments, he wasn’t the cold, distant Alpha who ruled over the pack with an iron fist. He was just Rune, the man who once loved me, and perhaps still did in his own way.I didn’t leave the room. Part of me didn’t want to. There was an invisible barrier between me and the rest of the pack, one that I wasn’t quite ready to cross. I just like it like that actually. Cielle’s face, twisted in pain and shock, haunted my thoughts. I could still see the blood on her lips, the way it had poured out of her mouth so suddenly. My knife had remained in my hand, untouched, and yet she had bled.The memory made me shiv

Rune’s POVI stood by the side, my hands clenched into fists, watching the physicians work around Alora’s unconscious body. Every muscle in my body was tense, my mind racing with a thousand scenarios, none of them good. The air in the room was thick with tension, but I felt helpless. Absolutely fucking helpless. I hated this. Hated standing here and not being able to do anything. The physicians murmured between themselves, their faces pinched with concern as they hovered over her. One of them, the lead physician, finally turned toward me, his expression grim. “Alpha,” he began, his voice cautious as if he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I could already tell something was wrong. “Her baby… is in grave danger. It’s possible she might have an early delivery.”His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My chest tightened painfully as I glanced back at Alora, pale and still on the bed. I had seen her go through so much already, and now this? She was strong, stronger than an

Third person’s POV The night was unnaturally quiet, the thick forest surrounding the pack territory still and dark under the pale moonlight. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind echoed in the air, but it wasn’t enough to mask the tension that hung heavily between the two witches standing on the outskirts of the werewolf pack. They were cloaked in shadow, their figures barely visible against the dark trees, but their eyes were fixed on the pack house in the distance, the stronghold of one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale

Alora’s POV I clutched my baby against my chest as we moved swiftly through the darkened woods, following the two witches ahead of me. Eirlys’s silver hair shimmered in the moonlight as she led the way, her steps confident, her presence calming. Beside her, Morrigan's fiery red hair seemed to glow in the dim light, her fierce eyes glancing back at me every few moments to ensure I was keeping up. They seem like they want to carry me but know I won’t appreciate that. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but all I could focus on was the faint pulse of my daughter, her small body so fragile against mine. Each breath she took was a whisper of life, and I held her tighter, feeling the fear coil in my chest. "We’re almost there," Eirlys said softly, her voice soothing in the tense silence. I nodded, though the exhaustion was starting to pull at my limbs. I hadn’t stopped moving since I agreed to leave the pack behind, the place that had become a prison of pain and betrayal. A

Alora’s POVA week had passed, and I was no longer the shattered shell of the woman I had once been. My strength had returned, more powerful than ever before. It was as if this ancient castle—the one hidden deep within the enchanted woods—had breathed new life into me. I could feel it in my veins, a pulse of energy that I had never known existed, coursing through me like wildfire. Every corner of this place whispered to me, filling me with magic, with purpose. The walls were old, yet they held secrets, ancient power, and for the first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged. This place, this coven, was my sanctuary. My true home.Nevaeh lay in my arms, cooing softly, her small hand curling around one of my fingers. My heart swelled as I looked down at her, the innocence in her dark eyes so pure it ached. But those eyes, they weren’t mine. They were his. Rune’s. And every time I looked at her, I saw him staring back at me. The same jet-black hair, those stormy eyes that once held