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

Our hearts beat in unison, a wild rhythm that filled the room, loud enough that I was sure Aiden could feel mine through the thin fabric separating us. His chest was pressed so tightly against mine, his breaths heavy and ragged. It wasn’t just my own heartbeat that I could feel; it was his too, the pulse of his body echoing the intensity that had taken over both of us. I had never seen him like this before—so raw, so unrestrained. His forehead was resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us, his gaze dark and heavy with a hunger that threatened to consume everything. With every swipe of his tongue, every graze of his lips against mine, the line between us was fraying—shredding slowly, piece by piece. His body, tense with the effort of control, betrayed his desire, just as mine did. The fire between us crackled, dangerously close to igniting into an uncontrollable blaze. His grip on me tightened, possessive and firm, as if he was afraid to let go. His voi

**Isabella's POV** His breath was hot against my skin, the weight of his body pressing me firmly against the wall, his hands gripping me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. Every inch of me was burning under his touch, every nerve alive and sparking with electricity. My thoughts were muddled, caught in the whirlwind of the moment, and I could barely catch my breath. His lips moved with a purpose, setting me on fire in ways I hadn’t even known were possible. His grip on me was strong, possessive, as if he was holding onto me not just with his hands but with something deeper, something darker. His forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. I could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air as he whispered in my ear, his voice low and dangerous, "You asked for it." The moment the words left his lips, something shifted. The tenderness, the heat, the desire—it all transformed into something darker, something primal. Aiden’s l

His eyes... they weren’t the same anymore. The moment I questioned him, the moment I asked why he had done this to me, something shifted in his gaze. A flicker of emotion danced in his eyes—something raw, something I couldn’t quite place—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He stepped forward, his movements slow, calculated, and I instinctively backed away. The distance between us evaporated within seconds, and soon, he was standing right behind me. I didn’t turn to face him, but I could see his reflection in the mirror—tall, imposing, his eyes dark with something I could only describe as dangerous. He was staring at the bite mark on my neck, the very one he had placed there with such intensity that it sent shivers down my spine. His lips parted, and he spoke, his voice low, almost a growl. “You don’t know?” he asked, his words barely above a whisper. Confusion washed over me. *Know what?* Was I supposed to understand why he had done this? His fingertips brushed the bite

**Isabella's POV** The warm water cascaded down my skin, washing away the grime and the pain of the last few days, though it couldn’t erase the marks left beneath the surface. I let the steam envelop me, the heat soothing my sore muscles and loosening the tightness in my chest. Every part of me ached, not just from the physical wounds but from the emotional weight of it all. Aiden's bite still throbbed, a constant reminder of the bond we now shared. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the edge of the tub. The silence in the room was comforting, but my thoughts were anything but. They swirled and twisted, a tangled mess of confusion, anger, and something else I wasn’t ready to confront yet. The heat wrapped around me like a protective blanket, and I allowed myself to sink further into the water, wishing it could wash away the heaviness that clung to my heart. But no amount of warmth could erase what had happened between Aiden and me, no amount of water could cleanse the b

"Come, let's eat something first," Aiden said, his voice calm yet carrying that unmistakable edge of authority. His gaze lingered on my neck, where the bite mark—his mark—was hidden beneath my hair. There was an intensity in his eyes that made my heart flutter. I nodded quietly, trying to appear composed. My hand moved instinctively to my hair, wanting to flick it back to cover the mark, to hide the evidence of his claim on me. But just as my fingers reached the strands, Aiden’s hand shot out, his fingers curling around my wrist with a firm, unyielding grip. The sudden contact startled me, and I gasped softly, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, as they bore into mine. “I didn’t claim you to hide it, Isabella,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness lacing his tone. “You’re my Luna now. I want everyone to know who you belong to and what position you hold.” I swallo