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

Today felt surreal. A hush settled over my mind, a peace I hadn’t known in ages. Leaning against Aiden, wrapped in his arms, the world ceased to exist beyond the rhythmic beat of his heart under my ear. I closed my eyes, inhaling the crisp autumn air mixed with his familiar scent, a blend of cedarwood and spice that felt like home. “It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Aiden looked down at me, his gaze soft and intense all at once. A light smile played on his lips, and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s not a dream, Isabella. This is our reality,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. His words felt like a promise, a vow that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment but a snippet of our future together. A shiver coursed through me, not from the cold, but from the intensity of what was becoming of us. A chuckle escaped him as he felt my reaction, his breath warm against the top of my head. “Let’s go, before

There was no time for doubt. He put me back on my legs and I wobbled to gain control over my body but he was on me in an instant, one arm looping around my waist and pulling me flush against him. His lips claimed mine in a kiss that was rough, demanding, and all-consuming. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my body as I pressed into him, needing more. “Isabella,” he said, my name like a warning, but his hands spoke a different language as they roamed over my body, fingers digging into my hips with a possessive grip that made me gasp. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice, deep and husky, sent shivers racing down my spine, but before I could respond, he spun me around, pressing my back against the cold wall. His hands framed my face, tilting it up so that I had no choice but to meet his gaze. The hunger in his eyes made my pulse race, a silent acknowledgment of the wild edge we both craved. “You’re mine,” he said, each word punctuated by the heat in his g

I felt a mixture of emotions, each one battling for dominance. I wanted to push him away, to keep him at a safe distance. But there was also a pull, a strange, undeniable attraction that made it impossible to deny him. “I don’t have to prove anything,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel my resolve slipping. He smirked, leaning in closer until I could feel his breath against my skin. “Then why are you still here?” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to my lips. “If you truly didn’t want this, you would have walked away by now.” The truth of his words stung, and I hated that he was right. I wanted to deny it, to claim that this was all a game, a twisted power play that meant nothing to me. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true. I cared. I cared more than I wanted to admit. My mind raced, battling against the swirling emotions he’d stirred up within me, heart pounding, breath catching, caught between the desire to push him away and an undeniable pull th

As the first soft light of dawn seeped through the edges of the curtains, I blinked awake, the warmth of the bed and the weight of Aiden’s arm draped possessively across my waist grounding me in a blissful haze. For a moment, I lay still, letting my gaze trace the familiar curve of his shoulders, the way his dark hair fell messily over his brow, and the quiet, even rise and fall of his chest. The memory of last night washed over me, a heady mix of intensity, passion, and the feeling of being wholly consumed by him.My cheeks flushed, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled the way his voice had sounded—low and rough—whispering my name, claiming me with every touch. I felt the ghost of his hands on my skin, the possessive strength in his hold, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Everything about last night felt surreal, yet the weight of his arm, his warmth beside me, grounded it as real.Careful not to wake him, I sh

Just as we were about to leave the table, Marcus entered the room. The first thing his eyes caught was our intertwined fingers. I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but Aiden tightened his grip, his fingers pressing firmly against mine as though silently daring me to let go.Marcus raised a brow, his lips curving into a knowing smirk as he cleared his throat. “Someone is clearly in a good mood after whipping everyone’s ass,” he drawled.Aiden rolled his eyes, the action subtle but unmistakable. “Oh, please,” he muttered, his tone dripping with irritation.We both knew what Marcus was referring to. Aiden had spent the better part of past two weeks commanding everyone on how to deal with Darius. The tension between him and Darius was palpable, almost suffocating at times. I had told him countless times to forget about the man, to let it go, but Aiden had been resolute. I could still remember the dangerous glint in his eyes as he’d said, “I would never forgive anyone for touching