All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alora’s POVI was pulled from the depths of sleep by the sound of someone calling my name. It was distant at first, like an echo through a tunnel, but it grew louder, more insistent, until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. My eyelids feel heavy, as if they had been weighed down by the burden of exhaustion, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light filtering into the cramped space around me. The first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my body. I stretched, feeling the dull ache in my muscles from sleeping in such a confined space. It wasn’t much, and it certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I had slept. Truly slept. For the first time in what felt like ages, my mind had been free from the torment of nightmares and constant dread. The weariness that had clung to me like a second skin had loosened its grip, if only slightly.My gaze fell on one of Dylan’s workers standing at the back of the truck. He was a young man, probably around my age, with a hesitant smile on his face

Rune’s POVThe tension in the room was palpable as I stood before Dylan, my eyes burning with an intensity that could set fire to the very air between us. He was the last person I had seen with Alora, and I could still picture them together, her soft laughter, the tears glistening in her eyes, the way she had looked at him. It has haunted me every second since she vanished.I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Where is she, Dylan?” My voice was low, laced with a fury that barely concealed the storm brewing beneath the surface. He looked at me with an expression that was a mix of confusion and guarded calm, but I could see the unease in his eyes. He was trying to keep his composure, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He knew what this was about. “I don’t know where she is,” Dylan said, his voice steady, but there was something off, a slight tremor, a hesitation that made my blood boil.“Don’t lie to me,” I snarled, taking a step closer, my fists clenched so tightly t

Third Person’s POV The witches of the coven had been watching Alora from the shadows ever since she made her escape into the human world. They followed her every move, cloaked in secrecy, their whispers carried only by the wind. To them, Alora's departure from the pack was a victory in itself. She had finally broken free from the chains that bound her to a world of cruelty and torment. They knew that her presence in the human world would make her stronger, more resilient. It was only a matter of time before she realized her full potential, potential that the witches had been patiently waiting to cultivate."She has finally escaped," whispered Elysia, the elder witch with silver hair cascading down her back. Her voice was filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Our queen is out of their grasp."The other witches nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. They had long despised werewolves, viewing them as nothing more than savage beasts who dared to cl

Alora’s POVThe morning light filtered through the windows as I breezed into the kitchen, the familiar scent of sizzling bacon and fresh bread wafting through the air. It had been a few weeks since I started working at the restaurant, and every day felt like a small victory. The kitchen was alive with the clatter of pots and pans, the hiss of steam, and the soft hum of conversations among the helpers. Maria’s Place. That’s what the restaurant was called, named after its owner, Maria, who had been running the place for as long as anyone in the neighborhood could remember. It was a quaint little spot, tucked away on a quiet street, but ever since I started working here, it seemed like the whole town couldn’t get enough of it.“Morning, Alora!” one of the helpers called out, a grin spreading across his face as he flipped a pancake onto a plate. “Morning!” I replied, tying my apron around my waist as I joined them at the counter. The morning rush was already in full swing, and the en

Third Person’s POVSienna reclined on the edge of Rune's bed, her body draped in the finest lace lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric, delicate and alluring, made her feel powerful, every inch the seductress she knew she was. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she glanced around the room, the opulence of it a stark contrast to the simplicity of her usual surroundings. She had never felt more content, more in control, than she did at this moment.The mating ceremony had been completed just hours ago. The pack celebrated, congratulating her on becoming the new Luna, even though Rune had stubbornly refused to mark her neck. She had expected that, of course. Rune was nothing if not obstinate, especially when it came to her. But that was fine. She had time. The bond was sealed, and in the eyes of the pack, they were as good as mated. The mark could come later. For now, she reveled in her triumph. The plan had worked flawlessly, and Rune had no idea just how