All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alora’s POV The moment the private door creaked open, my body reacted like a live wire. I shot up from the bed so fast that it felt like the mattress was burning beneath me. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, each thud a hammer of anticipation. A strange pulse –no, a flutter– started deep inside me, down where I hadn't dared to touch myself in days. The ache that had been steadily building over Rune's absence surged through me, stronger than before, threatening to break my last remaining threads of self-control. I stood there, frozen yet trembling, desperately trying to maintain a calm facade while every inch of my skin burned for him. My muscles tensed, and it took everything in me not to fling myself into his arms and demand he claim me right there. But I couldn’t let him know how badly I was unraveling. I couldn’t let him see that all his teasing and tormenting had whittled me down to a raw, desperate mess. The chaos raging inside me, chaos that had kept me up for

Rune’s POVI crashed my lips onto Alora's with an intensity that had been building for days. Our tongues met, colliding in a fierce, heated battle, each of us trying to outdo the other. I could feel her determination, her eagerness, and it fueled my desire even more. There was a sense of pride swelling in my chest at how much she had grown, how much she had learned. I remember when she didn't know how to kiss. When she has no idea what to do with her tongue. Not anymore. After all, I was her first kiss, her first taste of passion, and now she could respond with a fervor that matched mine, dragging my hands across her skin, needing my touch as desperately as I needed to give it.Her body trembled under my hands as I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw and to the soft skin of her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as I continued my descent, my hands kneading her breasts until her nipples hardened even more beneath my touch. Is it just me or are her boobs a

Alora’s POVWe stayed like that for a while, Rune still inside me, his heavy breathing mingling with my own as the aftershocks of our orgasms slowly faded. My body hummed with a warm, languid satisfaction, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed having him inside me. The way he fit within me, as if he was made just for me, ignited something deep inside. Every inch of him felt familiar, perfect. And yet, even as that warmth spread through me, my thoughts veered toward something darker, something I had tried to suppress. This was what I wanted, right? Just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. This overwhelming desire that gripped me wasn’t because of some deep emotional bond; it was purely because of the pregnancy hormones. That’s all it was. I almost reached out to touch him, my fingers hovering inches above his skin, tempted by the heat radiating from his body. But I stopped myself, clenching my hand into a fist before pulling away entirely. I couldn’t afford to let

Alora’s POV With a heavy sigh, I rolled away from Rune, my body still aching from the intensity of what had just transpired between us. For a moment, I stayed there, curled up on my side, the sheets tangled around me. This time, he didn’t stop me. He let me go, and didn't reach for me like before. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken words neither of us dared to voice. I could feel his presence lingering beside me for a while longer, the weight of his gaze almost palpable as it rested on my back. After a few moments, I heard him move, the bed shifting as he stood up. Every sound sharper than it should have been in the quiet room. I didn't turn around to look at him, my eyes fixed on the far wall, my mind swirling with thoughts I didn’t want to face. Part of me wanted to say something, to ask him what now, but the words lodged in my throat. What was I expecting? An apology? A confession? Something more than just the usual aftermath of our encounters? I wasn’t sure. I

Rune’s POVThe water cascaded down my body, the steam rising around me in thick tendrils as I stood in the shower, head tilted back. My hands rested on the tiled walls, but my mind was far away from the warmth enveloping me. I could still taste her—Alora—on my tongue. That intoxicating blend of sweetness and desire lingered in my mouth, teasing my senses like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. It burned into me, making my chest tighten with a raw need that refused to fade, even now. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, flushed, trembling, and falling apart beneath my hands and mouth.I exhaled heavily, running a hand through my damp hair as the urge to bury myself between her thighs again grew overwhelming. The need was relentless, gnawing at me as I relived the sounds she made, the way her body tensed before shattering into pleasure.For a second, I felt something stir deep inside me, an odd sensation. Pleasing her... It had become something more than just getting myself off. It w