บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Alora’s POVThe cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to my skin as we were dragged further into its depths, the iron chains around our wrists rattling with each reluctant step. Sienna walked beside me, her eyes vacant, like she hadn’t fully processed what was happening. I wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her, but the words stuck in my throat, choked by the rising panic and guilt that threatened to overwhelm me.The guards were silent, their faces expressionless as they led us down a narrow corridor, the dim light barely illuminating the jagged stone walls. Each footfall echoed ominously, amplifying the terror that gripped my heart. The dungeon was not what I had imagined. It wasn’t the hellhole of torturous screams and rusted chains I had pictured in my darkest nightmares, but it was still a place of despair, a place where hope came to die. And now, we were prisoners here, victims of my own desperation and Rune’s unforgiving wrath.We were shoved into a small, cramped r

Rune’s POV As I approached the heavy iron door that separated the dungeon from the rest of the world, I caught it, her scent. Sweet honey and pure innocence, just as intoxicating as the first time I’d sensed it. It hit me like a wave, pulling me in, reminding me of everything I wanted to take from her, everything I had yet to corrupt. Perhaps that’s why she dared run away, because I hadn’t twisted her to my will as thoroughly as I should have. The thought made me smile. Oh, Alora. She would learn. I would make sure of that. The guards standing outside the door stiffened at my approach, their eyes widening with fear or respect, I wasn’t sure which. It didn’t matter. I was only here for her. The iron hinges groaned as the door swung open, and the scent intensified, filling my lungs, flooding my senses. I felt a dark satisfaction at the thought of what was to come. I had let her sit with her fear long enough. Now it was time to bring it all crashing down. As I stepped inside, my

Rune’s POV My hand gripped the glass tightly, the coolness of the liquor doing little to temper the heat of my rage. I tossed back another shot, the burn sliding down my throat, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to drown the thoughts of her—Alora. One of the maids stood trembling by the bar inside my study, her hands shaking as she hurried to refill my glass the moment I emptied it. I didn’t have to look at her to know she was terrified, her fear radiating off her in waves. But I didn’t care. Alora. She hadn’t broken down. Despite everything, despite the dungeon, the cold, the humiliation… she was still defiant, still stubborn, still that infuriating little shit. My skin itches with the need to break her, to finally see her crumble before me.I was so lost in the imagery that I didn’t hear them enter at first. My father’s deep voice cut through the haze in my mind, pulling me back to the present.My father’s deep voice cut through the haze in my mind, pulling me back

Alora’s POV Rune's eyes shifted from me to Sienna, his expression softening into something almost pleasant. The shift was so sudden, so jarring, that it made my stomach churn. “Sienna, isn’t it?” Rune’s voice was smooth, disarmingly gentle as he addressed her. He crouched down to her level, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was trying not to startle a frightened animal. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this. You must be very confused right now.” Sienna, still shaken but visibly relieved by his seemingly kind demeanor, nodded slowly. Her eyes darted between Rune and me, searching for reassurance, for some kind of explanation that could make sense of the situation we were in. “I… I don’t understand why we’re here,” she said, her voice trembling. “Alora didn’t do anything wrong. We were just… we were just…” She trailed off, unsure how to finish, and Rune took the opportunity to soothe her further. “I understand,” he said softly, his tone almost fatherly. “It must have

Alora’s POV After Rune left the dungeon, I felt the fury rise within me like a storm I couldn’t control. My whole body trembled, shaking from the sheer force of my anger and frustration. How could he just leave like that? He came down here, teased me with his presence, made me believe he was going to end this nightmare once and for all (even though in cruel ways) and then he just walked away. The anticipation of the moment had wound me so tight that now, with him gone, it felt like my insides were going to snap. I wanted to do so many things but I am restrained. I can’t do shit. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but all I could do was sit there, my hands balled into fists, my nails digging into my palms until they drew blood. So much dirt beneath my nails I feel dirty myself. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the anguish of being trapped here, at his mercy. This was why I wanted to escape. He has no mercy. He lacks simple humanity and I hate him. This wasn’t