All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Third Person POV The tension in the Alpha’s study was suffocating. Rune stood before his parents and the pack elders, his expression stone-cold, a mask of indifference he had mastered over the years. His father, the former Alpha, sat at the head of the table, eyeing Rune with suspicion."The witches have become more of a threat than we realized," his father began, his voice gruff. "They’ve taken Alora and her child—"Rune’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let the surge of panic show. He had spent the last week locked away, drowning in an illness that had never touched him before. His body, usually unbreakable, was betraying him. His mind felt like it was on fire, his thoughts consumed by Alora and the baby. The sickness gnawed at him, an ache that wasn’t just physical. This is so stupid and if he were in his right mind, he would have hated himself. And it was because she was gone.His heart squeezed painfully, but he pushed it down. No one could know. No one could ever know how much h

Alora’s POV The stone walls of the ancient castle seemed to pulse with an energy I had never noticed before. Every day I spent here, I felt myself grow stronger, more attuned to the magic surrounding me. I had never felt more alive or powerful in my entire life. My daughter Nevaeh thrived here too, her little eyes bright with intelligence that sometimes unnerved me, as if she knew more than I could fathom. Eirlys approached me one morning, and said the time had come to meet the rest of the coven. I was delaying the inevitable. "We aren’t as small as we seem," she explained, her voice carrying that smooth, "The coven stretches far and wide, hidden in forests and secluded places all over the world. But the ones here, they’re the elite." I followed her through winding corridors, the air growing thick with the scent of herbs and something ancient. When we stepped through an arched doorway into an open courtyard, I was greeted by the sight of about thirty witches standing in a s

Third person POV Rune’s parents sat in the dim light of their room, each deep in their own thoughts, the silence between them heavy and tense. His father, a broad-shouldered man with a cold intensity in his gaze, clenched his jaw as he considered the situation. Though no one had openly spoken of it, he had sensed something between Rune and Alora, small shifts, passing glances, moments that shouldn’t have meant anything, yet did. And while he didn’t have concrete proof, he knew enough to sense that something was going on. It has started becoming way too obvious now. Things are getting really intense and that is bad for their politics. She is practically his sister since they grew up thinking such. The elders would balk when they find out. “Ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, fists tightening on the arms of his chair. “If there's even a hint of truth to this… this…,” his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. His fury bubbled just below the surface.

Rune’s POV I sat in the leather chair in my office, staring out at the vast expanse of the land. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, circling back to me from every corner of the pack. They wanted to ruin me, humiliate me, strip me of the power I’d held all these years. Me? Rune? The Alpha who built this empire from the ground up? I clenched my jaw, the weight of their delusions pressing against my chest. Cielle was at the center of it. My dear sister had always been ambitious, but now, she’d become something else. She’d tasted power, and it had poisoned her mind, warping her into a version of herself I could barely recognize. I had let her run free for too long. But now, it was time to remind her and everyone else in this pack who I truly was. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen her over Alora. Maybe that was where I made the first mistake. She needed to know her place. I wouldn’t allow her, or anyone else, to forget it. I was still the Alpha. Still the one in control, no

Rune’s POV The message had been lingering in my phone for hours, like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People offering help was nothing new, after all, I’m the Alpha. Many fools try to push themselves with me, offering their services or information. But this one… this one was different. This was about Alora. The text simply read: "I can help you get Alora back. The people around her have poisoned her mind against you. She deserves better. She deserves you." The tone of the message, the way it was worded, it didn’t feel like an empty promise. And something deep in my gut told me I had to know more. I texted back, keeping it simple again: "Who are you?" The reply came swiftly, almost as if they’d been waiting for me to bite: "Someone who loves her as much as you do. Maybe more." More? My jaw clenched. No one could love Alora more than me, but this stranger had my attention. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the message on the scree