All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**Isabella**Life, as I’ve known it, has always had a way of balancing out the good with the bad. Raised in an orphanage, I learned early on that joy was something you created for yourself, even when the world seemed intent on stripping it away. The women who took care of me would often say that I was the most joyful child they’d ever seen, always smiling, always hopeful. I suppose that’s because I’ve always believed that life, no matter how harsh, had to be balanced by something good—something worth holding onto.But today, as I walk through the dense woods with the sun slowly setting behind the trees, I can’t shake the feeling that the balance I’ve always relied on is about to tip in a way I’m not ready for.The forest is familiar to me, a place of solace where I can escape the noise and chaos of the orphanage. But today, the air feels different—heavier, somehow, and filled with a tension I can’t quite place. The cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth, a smell I usuall

AidenI pace the length of my cabin, my thoughts in turmoil. It’s been hours since I left her in the forest, and yet, I can’t get her out of my mind. Her scent, her wide, innocent eyes, the way she looked at me with that mix of fear and something else—something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s maddening.She’s just a human, I tell myself. Weak, fragile, the very thing I’ve spent my life hating. My parents died because of her kind, and I’ve made it my mission to protect my pack from them. And yet, here I am, obsessed with a girl I should despise.My wolf is restless, prowling beneath the surface, demanding action. It doesn’t understand why I didn’t take her then and there, why I let her go. But the human part of me is just as confused, torn between the instinct to claim her and the knowledge that she’s dangerous—not because she can hurt me, but because she makes me feel things I’ve sworn to bury.I slam my fist against the wall, the wood creaking under the force. This is wrong. Eve

**Isabella**The next morning dawns clear and bright, but the sunlight does little to lift the heavy fog of confusion that’s settled over me. I wake up with the pendant still clutched in my hand, its cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth of the morning sun streaming through my window.After a restless breakfast, where I barely taste the food in front of me, I decide I need answers. I’ve never been one to let things go easily, and this is no exception. The more I think about it, the more certain I am that this pendant is connected to the man in the forest—the man who seems to have taken up permanent residence in my thoughts.But where do I even start? The pendant is simple, no markings or inscriptions that could give me a clue as to its origin. And I can’t exactly go around asking people if they’ve seen a mysterious man lurking in the woods. They’d think I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.Still, I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I decide to head into town, hoping that maybe som

**Isabella**The night air is thick and oppressive as I lie in bed, my thoughts racing and my heart pounding with fear. The pendant around my neck feels like a weight, an anchor pulling me down into a sea of dread I can’t escape. I haven’t been able to sleep since the night I saw him—Aiden, the man who seems more like a monster than anything human. The memory of his eyes, glowing in the darkness, haunts me, and I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is coming.Every creak of the old orphanage, every whisper of wind against the window, sends a jolt of terror through me. I’m too scared to close my eyes, afraid of what might happen if I do. The pendant, warm against my skin, pulses with a strange energy I don’t understand, but I can’t bring myself to take it off. It’s as if it’s glued to me, a constant reminder of the nightmare I’ve been pulled into.I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to escape this. I’m just a girl—an ordinary, terrified girl—and I’m way out of my dept

The impact, though insignificant in strength, is shocking. The sharp sting of her hand against my skin is nothing compared to the searing rage that follows. I can’t remember the last time anyone dared to lay a hand on me, let alone strike me. I hear the echo of the slap, and for a moment, everything freezes.“How dare you!” she yells, her voice shaking with anger and tears. “How dare you put me through this! I could have died, you—you monster!”I stare at her, the shock quickly turning into a dark, burning fury. No one has ever dared to challenge me like this. No one has ever had the audacity to strike me and then stand there, shouting in my face. I can feel the primal anger surging inside me, threatening to take control, to make her pay for this insolence.“You dare to strike me?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. I can see the fear in her eyes, the way her body trembles, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she glares at me, defiant and furious.“You’re damn right I do! You threw