All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Alora’s POV The grand hall was buzzing with an energy I couldn't quite place. The air was thick with magic, and it almost made my skin tingle as I stepped inside with Nevaeh in my arms. Her tiny fingers gripped my dress as her wide eyes took in the scene, but I felt her calmness, my only anchor in this sea of uncertainty. She doesn’t know what is going on and I feel like I should have hide her. Morrigan and Eirlys flanked me on either side. Both of them exuded a power so natural, so effortless, that it made me feel even smaller. My mind was racing, but I did my best to keep my face composed. I was supposed to be their queen tonight. I was supposed to be in control. But deep down, all I felt was dread. The truth was, I didn’t know how to control the power they were all so curious about. I don’t even know what the hell is going on anymore. Are my hands shaking? Shit. I watched Morrigan and Eirlys move ahead, whispering something to each other before nodding in my direction. Th

Alora’s POV The journey back to the pack felt surreal, like walking through a dream that didn’t quite make sense. I could still feel the warmth of Rune’s hand on my waist, guiding me and Nevaeh through the dark night, but my thoughts were everywhere. As we passed by the houses, the familiar paths, and the pack members who stopped to stare at us, I couldn’t ignore the way they looked at Rune.Fear still lingered in their eyes, the same fear that had always been there when it came to Rune, but there was something else now. Curiosity? Awe? It was subtle but unmistakable. Whispers followed us as we walked, people moving out of our way, their eyes darting from him to me, as though we were a spectacle they couldn’t quite understand. I clenched my jaw, trying not to let it bother me, but the questions swirling in my head wouldn’t stop. What the hell happened after I left? Why did they all look at him like that? By the time we reached his room, my body felt like it was moving on autopilo

Alora’s POV Rune’s expression hardened as he barked an order to a few guards standing outside. They didn’t hesitate; they grabbed Morrigan by each arm, her face impassive as they led her away to be locked in a guest room under strict watch. Rune wanted confirmation of everything she’d said, and while part of me knew why he was being cautious, I couldn’t help but wonder, did we really need it? Every moment of my life, every haunting whisper, and every oddity that had surrounded me, had already been telling me the truth. I’d never fit in with the witches, not truly. If I wasn’t a witch, then what could I be? A vampire? Hardly. They were mere legends, their presence mostly faded from our world. No, it had to be something else, something powerful. And terrifying. Rune’s pacing filled the silence, his gaze stormy, as if wrestling with an internal battle. Then, without warning, he stopped and looked at me from across the room, a fire blazing in his eyes. Before I could process w

Rune’s POVAs I looked at Nevaeh, realization crashed over me, leaving no room for doubt. She was mine. From the shape of her eyes to the faint curve of her jaw, everything mirrored my features so perfectly it felt surreal. She was like a reflection of my childhood, only softened, more delicate and gaddammit, more sweet. Not even Cielle, my own sister, had ever resembled me this closely. The depth of her resemblance was undeniable, as if the universe itself was making a declaration I could no longer ignore. My heart surged with an overwhelming sense of joy and… relief. Alora had never betrayed me. The baby I’d thought of as a stranger, a piece of her life I hadn’t been part of, was mine all along. She was MINE!My feelings were all over the place. I bet tears wanted to emerge too but nope, alphas don’t cry like babies. Nah! I was thought to never cry. I won’t. The relief was fleeting, quickly replaced by the boiling anger searing through me. Alora had kept this from me. She’d known

Alora’s POVThe prophetess’s gaze turned dark as she looked at Nevaeh, her expression clouded with understanding. I don’t even want to look down at my own daughter in fear of what I might see. I might not be able to keep it together anymore. Her voice was a murmur, low and grave, as she said, “This is the work of an evil witch. She sent someone to your home, finishing what she couldn't when you crossed paths at their realm.”Anger flared inside me, raw and uncontainable, tightening my chest. I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding so hard as I tried to rein it in, but the fury only surged. Every betrayal, every trick, flashed before me in brutal clarity. This wasn’t just an attack, this was their twisted revenge. And a declarance of a fucking war. They came for my daughter? Not me? I’m going to fucking kill Morrigan with my bare hands! I shouldn’t have trusted her. I should’ve let Rune claw her heart watching the life leave her eyes. The prophetess watched me closely, her face unre