All Chapters of Alpha Grim's Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia POV Warmth rush through my skin as he gets closer, his intoxicating masculine scent fill my nostrils, sending a strange sensation between my thighs, my heart race trying to jump out of my rib cage The air can be on, I can feel the cold on me but this closure makes it hard for me to feel anything. He is too close, just too close for my liking and what I hate the most is how my body is reacting, like it likes his touch. I try to put the blame on the mate bond that the Moon goddess gave us but this is different. It is the first time I am willing to get wet, the first time my nipple is reacting to someone's presence even before he touched me. At a point I thought I had lost my sex drive due to my past. I don't even feel this way when conard touched me. He runs a finger down my neck, my breathing seized for a moment. My heart smells filling the room. What the hell. “Grim” I call in a weak voice. Fuck! It was meant to come out as a warning and here it is coming out as a whis

Grim POVImmediately I dropped Olivia in the place. I immediately drove back to the training ground where Hunter was. I know Olivia had told me not to worry about Jace but I still had this gut instinct that something was wrong with him. Olivia might have thought that she had been able to fool me but I know for sure that Jace is not Lia's brother. I could see fear in her eyes as she looked at him, like she knew him or like he was going to bring trouble to her.I parked my car and strolled towards the field to meet them doing push ups. My eyes scanned the crowd for him but he was nowhere to be found. Where the hell could he have gone to. My plan was to personally take him to and make my boys force the truth out of him.Hunter walked towards me panting heavily “What's up?” He asked.I ignored him, my eyes searching round “Where is jace?” I asked.“I took him to the palace clinic” he said with a sharp tone.I turned to him with a glare “What?” I asked.He nodded “You heard me Grim I took

Grim POVGrowing up, I have been told that love is the only emotion that can make one weak and destroy someone completely, and I took that advice and carried it wherever I went. So much so that I never let anyone in, like really into me. Not my mother, not Hunter, not Meredith, and not even Theresa. I loved them, but I had a large detachment for them. I knew they were not going to be by my side always; no one has actually been.Sometimes my mother looks at me with the eyes and says, ‘You are the biggest mistake of my life.' Maybe if she had not given birth to me, she would have eventually moved from my dad and not had to bear the names they called her.Hunter, on the other hand, sometimes used my legitimacy against me, even when I tried to tell him that his dad was not that good. He pointed it to me to shut the hell up; I don't know about parental love. My dad sees me as a tool and not a son. A tool for destruction.With time, I got used to it. So much so that neither my father's sho

Grim POVHer lavender scent fills my nostrils, sending warmth through me and calming my nerves down. I never knew how comforting your mate's scent could be until now. Having her around has carefully calmed my nerves down and reduced the heartache that came from hunter betrayal. She kept on caressing my head for a while. After a while, I pulled back and put a smile on my face. “Thank you,” I said.Her eyes widened; I am sure this is the first time I have been thankful to her. She nodded with a sweet smile. “It's nothing, Grum; you are my mate after all.I shook my head. "No, Liv, I am serious. Thank you. I have been a complete arsehole to you, and here you are trying to comfort me when I need it,” I said.A pink hue covered her lips as she gave me a sweet smile, looking so adorable. “It's okay,” she said and took a step back, my wolf groaning silently from the lack of her touch.“I will be on my way now. I have some things to do. Take care of yourself, she said in a low voice and left

Grim POV"The list is a long one, Grim. I don't think I can remember many of them, but the first one was my dad's best friend, and I was six.“What?” I whisper yell. Her dad's best friend raped her at the age of six. Bloody hell!She nods with a smile. "Yeah, I was six. When I told my dad, he said I should get out and that I should be happy a man found me useful. When I cried to my mom, she said it is what all men do.”“That's a lie,” I whisper in pain. I can't imagine how she would feel going through that pain with no one to comfort her.“I know Grim. See why I said you are not as bad as you think. You would never take a six-year-old child. Then it continued at school, where I was bullied. A group of boys will call me into their locker room, lock it, and first of all throw me around, slapping me.They would order me to pull my clothes, throw it anywhere they wanted to throw it, and pull cold water on me before slapping me continuously, then they would take turns. When they notice I