All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rune’s POV As I watched Alora eat, the paperwork on my desk became a distant concern. I leaned back, eyes glued to the screen as she bit into a sausage, a soft moan escaping her lips. She’s always liked them, but today, my mind took a darker turn. Her moan wasn’t just about the food, it was a sound that had me imagining those perfect lips moaning around my cock instead. A growl rumbled in my chest, my cock twitching at the idea. Fuck. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? Alora had never given me a blow job, and now the thought consumed me. I could almost feel those red lips wrapped around me, the warmth, the wetness... I needed it. The image of her on her knees, her mouth working up and down my length, was enough to drive me insane. She finished eating, oblivious to the effect she was having on me. Afterward, she moved to the armchair and sat down, staring off into space. Her expression was quiet, contemplative, as if she were lost in thought. I forced myself to go bac

Rune’s POV I lean back in my chair, watching Alora closely as she sits across from me. The brief slip into the past, the ease with which we talked like we used to, it catches me off guard. It’s been years since we had a conversation that felt so... normal. It was refreshing, almost unsettling. I can’t believe we were talking like we used to back when everything was simpler. Before all of this. Before I couldn’t get her out of my mind. My eyes raked over her, lingering on her lips, which had twisted into that familiar frown. Those wide eyes were waiting for me to call her naïve again, like I usually do. But I don’t. Not this time. I can’t bring myself to care about that right now. What I remember, vividly, is that sense of obsession I had with her even then. An obsession that ran so deep it made me question my sanity. Back then, I knew she was off limits. My sister, even though we both knew the truth deep down. But now... things are different. Now, I don’t think about bo

Rune’s POVOne of my favorite things in the world, apart from being in the same room as Alora, is watching her through the CCTV cameras. It's become an obsession, one I can’t break free from, and honestly, I don’t want to. It’s been days already since I started this twisted game with her. Every day, I go to her room, pushing her to the edge of pleasure before pulling back, leaving her unsatisfied. Every single time, it’s the same, watching her shudder, writhe, and then curse me as I walk away. This pattern, this routine we’ve fallen into, it’s become almost second nature. Sometimes we talk—if you could call it that—argue, or even outright fight before I leave her. Other times, it’s a quiet dance of lust and frustration. My hands rove over her skin, coaxing moans from her lips as I whisper filthy things in her ear. Her body responds to me, betraying the hatred she swears she feels, and every time I can tell, she’s teetering on the brink of release, I stop. It never fails to amuse m

Rune’s POV As I made my way down the dimly lit corridor toward my room, exhaustion weighed heavily on me. My thoughts were a chaotic whirl of anger, frustration, and undeniable desire. The long day had left me drained, yet my mind couldn’t shake the relentless torment I endured in my interactions with Alora. I don’t even know why I didn’t touch her today. I just felt like withholding it more. It was in this state that I bumped into Cielle, my younger sister. Her presence was a stark contrast to my weariness, her blonde hair bouncing with each step as she approached me. “Rune!” she exclaimed, her face lit up with a genuine smile. “You won’t believe my date with Dylan. He was such a gentleman, a real breath of fresh air. He even complimented me on my dress. I’m so happy.” Her excitement was palpable, but my mood was far from celebratory. I forced a smile, not wanting to dampen her spirits. “That’s great to hear, Cielle,” I said, trying to mask the fatigue in my voice. Sh

Rune’s POV That night, I couldn’t resist. I had to watch her again. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore; it had become something far deeper than that. An obsession. Obsession that is more than just physically having her in my bed. I NEED to watch her. It didn’t matter how much I fought it or tried to pretend otherwise. Every time I turned away, every time I thought I could take a break from her, the pull only grew stronger. As I brought up the feed and watched her through the small screen, a strange sensation twisted in my chest. It was as if I were missing something, something essential that I couldn't quite define. An itch beneath my skin that refused to be scratched, no matter what I did. I’d spent the last two days trying to ignore it, trying to focus on the work at hand, the alliances that needed to be forged, the meetings that had been piled on top of one another. But no matter how hard I tried to bury myself in work, the feeling lingered. The constant pull to see her, to g