Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Alora’s POVMy eyes went wide as the light dimly returned, illuminating a surreal and deeply unsettling scene. As the haze lifted, I found myself staring at the goddess, the healer goddess herself, laid out naked on a bed draped in dark silks, her body flawless and seemingly crafted to entice mortals. Butt fucking naked. Her skin was smooth, the contours of her body curving in a way that made her appear both ethereal and entirely seductive. I mean, she is a goddess sos he is allowed to create herself. Despite myself, something stirred within me at the sight of her, an undeniable appreciation for her beauty, even as revulsion bubbled beneath it. She was a sight for sour eyes and she knew it. Beside her, Rune sat on the bed, looking utterly disoriented, his brows furrowed as if he’d just awakened from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. I’m not sure what to feel. His eyes darted around, then landed on her. Confusion turned to rage as his jaw clenched, fists tightening against the s

Alora’s POVThe atmosphere shifted dramatically as another figure strode into the chamber, her presence commanding immediate attention. She looked remarkably similar to the goddess who had already ensnared us in her twisted game, yet there was an air of maturity about her. This new goddess radiated an ancient power, a depth of experience evident in the way she carried herself. Her long hair flowed like liquid silver down her back, catching the dim light, and her features were sharper, more defined, a woman who had seen millennia pass.As she approached the healer goddess, a strange tension crackled in the air. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed the healer softly, an intimate exchange that surprised even me. The healer goddess's eyes widened momentarily in shock before they fluttered shut, melting into the kiss, her surprise morphing into desire. They groped each other for a few moments, hands exploring bare skin, a primal hunger exchanged between them. The new goddess low

Rune’s POVThe room seemed to hum with an unseen force, one that seeped into my bones and made my skin prickle with unease. I tightened my grip around Alora, feeling her shiver against me, her silent tears warm as they trailed down my chest. I knew what those tears were for, even if she couldn’t bring herself to speak it. Our daughter was still out there, somewhere beyond the reach of this game and we were helpless to protect her.Alora buried her face in my shoulder, her anguish raw and unfiltered. Her vulnerability cut through me, sharper than any blade, and I wished I could shield her from this humiliation, from the hands of these goddesses who treated us like toys.But just as I braced for whatever wickedness the sisters had in store, the air shifted once more, heavier this time, thick with authority and an ancient power that settled into the very stones of the dungeon. A chill ran down MY spine. Even the two goddesses, who had been reveling in our suffering only moments ago, st

Alora’s POV“The witches have been trying to stir war with the gods because their goddess was banished. They want revenge and they are coming for our mortal lineage.” “There’s more to this than you realize. My curse was not just for breaking a rule. It was to keep you hidden, safe. But I failed in that, and now they know.” “Your father… is a lycan. The last of its kind and that was what attracted me to him in the first place. The gods wanted him because he defied them to become a lycan. They know you carry his blood, a bloodline they thought was wiped out.” She paused, a moment of hesitation. “Your daughter’s life is in danger, but she also holds the key to a power they fear.” A cold dread settled over me. “What power?” She stepped closer, her form half in shadow. “The power to break the gods' own curses. She could free mortals from the chains the gods and will have more lycans in the mortal realm. She could shift the balance. They can’t afford to let that happen.” “So… they wo

Alora’s POVThe weight of everything we’d learned (the prophecies, the warnings, the strange woman with her cryptic knowledge) was too much. I felt like I was drowning under layers of secrets and mysteries, each one pulling me deeper. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus. All I knew was that I needed relief, something to steady me, to quiet my mind and body. And I know where to get it. I know who would take away my worries and make me forget the last few weeks. I lay Nevaeh down gently on the plush bed, brushing a tender hand over her tiny arm, making sure she was safe and breathing steadily. But as I stepped back, my chest was tight, my nerves stretched so thin that I felt like I might snap. Yes, the cave has a little chamber with old stuff inside but very comfortable and warm. Like an old woman’s little haven. Turning, I found Rune’s gaze on me. His presence was a strange comfort in this overwhelming night. Without a word, I stepped toward him, closing the space between us