All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alora’s POVThere was that feeling again, the strange tingling beneath my skin. It was subtle but persistent, creeping up the back of my neck like a ghost I couldn’t shake. It’s getting more and more intense. I paused for a moment, my hands freezing in mid-motion as I handed a plate to a customer. My pulse quickened, my senses heightening as a deep sense of awareness settled over me.Rune.I tried to dismiss it, tried to shake it off as just a lingering feeling from memories I couldn’t quite escape. He wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. I was far away from him, from that life, from everything that tethered me to my past. Yet, no matter how much distance I put between us, this connection —this unshakable awareness of his presence— never seemed to fade. The sensation was undeniable, like a fire smoldering just beneath my skin, refusing to be extinguished.David’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "You alright, Alora?" he asked, his smile easy and warm as he se

Rune’s POVI stood there, staring at her through the restaurant's glass doors, my chest heaving with each ragged breath as I tried to control the red mist that clouded my vision. Alora. The sight of her, standing there so casually, talking with that man, made my blood boil to the point of madness. My fingers itched to lash out, to destroy something, anything, yet I knew deep down, no matter how blinding my rage, I could never physically harm her. I would never raise a hand to her. No matter what she had done. No matter the betrayal I felt ripping through my chest, I’d protect her from myself if I had to. I can’t bring myself. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t destroy the pathetic excuse for a man she had settled for. The one she chose over me. I could feel my fangs threatening to push through, the wolf inside me barely restrained as I stood there, watching, waiting for him to step out. My eyes were locked on her, but I was waiting for him. Her lover. Her pathetic replacement for m

Alora’s POVI pant as Rune unbuckles his belt and I stare with bated breath as he lets his pants and boxers fall to his feet. He’s always a sight to behold, something that I can’t take my eyes off of, even when my instincts tell me he’s dangerous.Despite that danger, or more like because of it, I’ve been caught in his orbit with no way of escaping. I have tried twice already and I think this is my time to know there is never escaping Rune. He is Rune for a reason. He lifts one of my legs and loops it around his waist. I keep it there, unable to look away from his cock. It’s hard, thick, and so ready that my insides flutter with a carnal type of desire.He is the only person that could make me feel this way. I get wet just by the sight of him. I hated it at first because this is my freaking brother but now? I think I’m getting used to it and I love it. The physical connection I mean. He calls the darkness in me. Rune enters me slowly, and even with my slick core, his cock forces its

Alora’s POVSitting in the back seat with Rune, I could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me, suffocating yet intoxicating at the same time. His hand was wrapped around mine, fingers interlaced tightly, refusing to let go. I had tried earlier, tugging my hand free, but the dark glare he shot me sent a cold shiver down my spine, freezing me in place. That look, full of dominance, full of unspoken promises, reminded me that escape was futile, and I hated how much it thrilled me. It thrilled me so much as it scared me just as much. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn toward the window, the passing scenery doing little to distract me from the turmoil inside. I hated how he always found me. No matter where I ran or how far I thought I could hide, he ALWAYS knew how to track me down. It was like he had some invisible thread binding us together, pulling me back to him every time. Or am I tracked with some device?He would have found me sooner. Not months later. And i

Alora’s POV I lay sprawled on Rune’s bed, staring up at the ceiling as the scent of him enveloped me like a suffocating blanket. That familiar, intoxicating scent of mint and musk filled my lungs, making me dizzy. I hated how much I liked it, how it made my body respond like I had no control over it. My fingers curled into the fabric of his bed, and before I realized what I was doing, I leaned down, pressing my face into his pillow like some desperate, stupid girl. The scent was stronger here, more potent, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. A sharp shiver raced down my spine, and my thighs clenched together as an unwelcome wave of heat surged through me. Goddess, what the hell is wrong with me? His scent alone made me so wet, my core tightening as if my body were betraying me all over again. My breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me like an addict craving a fix. But then I jolted upright, shame slamming into me like