All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alora’s POV Rune allowed me to rot in that wretched dungeon for two more agonising days. Each passing hour felt like an eternity, every second of which fueled the fury burning within me. I’d always known he was a monster, but this—this was something else. This was cruelty of the most calculated kind, and with each tick of the clock, my hatred for him grew like a relentless storm, threatening to consume me whole. The thought of him made my blood boil. I imagined tearing him limb from limb, savouring the image of feeding him to the rogues that he so despised. It was the only thing that brought me any solace in that dark, suffocating cell. Sienna. Was she being treated kindly? Or was she experiencing Rune’s twisted version of kindness, the kind that felt like a knife in the gut when you least expected it? But there were no answers, only more questions, and the silence gnawed at my sanity like a ravenous beast. Something about Sienna is off. I can feel it. I should have

Rune’s POVWatching Alora through the screen as she moved around the room, I couldn’t help but smirk. Even now, she refused to completely submit. The defiance was still there, buried under layers of fear and exhaustion, but it was there nonetheless. She had removed the white lingerie the maid begged her to wear, opting instead for a simple sundress from the armchair. The act of defiance was almost laughable, she still thought she had a say in anything that happened here. She doesn’t but I don’t want to push her too far today. The room she was in wasn’t just any room in the dungeon. It was my secret, a place I had built years ago when I needed somewhere to retreat from everything and everyone. A small, hidden space where I could be alone, undisturbed. No one knew about it, not even my closest confidants. But now, Alora had been brought there, and the secret was out. It was no longer my private sanctuary; it was her new prison.With a deep breath, I rose from my chair, leaving the s

Alora’s POV The humiliation burned deep, like a slow, simmering fire that I couldn't extinguish no matter how hard I tried. The fact that Rune, of all people, was spanking me at my big age was beyond degrading. Even when we were younger, he never stooped to such levels. We fought, we argued, but he never crossed that line. And now, as an adult, with the strength and independence I had built over the years, he dared to do this? It was infuriating, and the sting on my skin was nothing compared to the sting of my pride. But what made it all worse, what twisted the knife he had plunged into my dignity, was the undeniable fact that I was wet. So wet that I could feel it dripping down, soaking through the thin fabric of my dress, and onto his trousers. The realization was mortifying, and I felt my face flush with a mix of shame and anger. How could my body betray me like this? How could I be this wet, this aroused, by something so utterly humiliating? It was as if my body was

Alora’s POV The discomfort between my thighs was a slow-burning torment, an ache that grew stronger with every passing second. Rune had dared me not to touch myself, to hold back and resist, as if I would ever stoop so low as to obey him. But the truth, the brutal truth that I hated to admit, was that I wanted to. I wanted to cum so badly I could barely think straight, the need pulsing through me with an intensity that nearly made me scream.Damn him. Damn him for doing this to me, for leaving me on the edge and then daring me not to seek relief. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms, trying to focus on anything other than the throbbing between my legs. But it was no use. The scent of my arousal was thick in the air, inescapable, and it made my body hum with a need that I couldn’t ignore.Was it the pregnancy? Was that why everything felt so overwhelming, why the urge to find release was so powerful it bordered on pain? Or was it just him, the way he knew exactly ho

Alora’s POV I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to my mind. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a rare sense of happiness wash over me. The book I read yesterday had seeped into my dreams, transporting me to a world where love was pure, uncomplicated, and all-consuming. The story was a whirlwind of emotions, a classic enemies-to-lovers romance that started with sharp, witty banter between the protagonists and slowly unfolded into a deep, passionate connection. The hero was this brooding, misunderstood Alpha with a tragic past, while the heroine was fierce and independent, refusing to let him intimidate her. Every page had been a delicious mix of tension and tenderness, the kind of story that made my heart race and my cheeks flush. I couldn’t stop myself from devouring the entire book in one sitting. There was no way I could sleep without knowing how it all ended. By the time I reached the last page, I was left with a sense of