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

Elena's voice was hesitant. “You were… avoiding me?” Asher exhaled slowly, running a hand through his dark hair. “Not avoiding,” he corrected. “Giving you space.” Elena frowned. “Why?” His jaw tightened for a moment before he sighed, eyes locking onto hers. “Because my wolf—Leo—was restless. He wanted you close. Needed you close.” Her breath hitched. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Asher continued, his voice quieter now. “I thought… after everything, you might need time to adjust.” Elena’s mind reeled. He had stayed away—not because he didn’t want her—but because he cared enough to give her space? “The frustration you saw,” Asher went on, “it wasn’t anger. It was… pain.” His fingers curled slightly at his sides. “Pain of being too far from you.” A warmth bloomed in Elena’s chest, unfamiliar and terrifying all at once. She had spent years believing she was unwanted, a burden no one cared to carry. Elena swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “You—”

Elena barely had time to process what was happening before Asher grabbed her hand, his firm grip steadying yet possessive. He didn’t say a word as he pulled her toward the door, but she could feel the silent determination radiating from him. Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs as they stepped out of his office, and the moment they entered the hallway, it felt like all eyes turned toward them. Whispers. Stares. Elena’s breath hitched. She knew what they were thinking. Knew what the pack saw when they looked at her. A runt. A nobody. The weakest link standing beside the most powerful alpha they had ever known. The weight of their judgment crushed her, suffocating in a way she hadn’t expected. Her fingers instinctively twitched, and she tried to pull her hand free, but Asher tightened his grip. “Don’t,” he murmured, his tone firm yet soothing. Her stomach knotted as she looked up at him, but he wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was trained on the pack

"Oh, poor little Elena, still lurking in the shadows?" Vivian’s voice was dripping with mockery, loud enough for the entire room to hear. Elena froze mid-step, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her sleeves. She hadn’t meant to stop. She should have kept walking. She should have ignored them. But it was too late. The conversation had already snared her like a trap. Vivian and Tessa were seated on the plush couches in the pack’s spacious living room, their laughter ringing through the space like a chorus of cruelty. They weren’t alone. A handful of other pack members lounged around, watching the exchange with thinly veiled interest. Some even smirked, eager to see a show. Elena forced herself to breathe, willing her feet to move forward. If she could just make it to the door, maybe— "Going somewhere?" Tessa’s voice was sickly sweet, her eyes glinting with amusement. Elena’s heart pounded. She tried to step around them, but Vivian stretched o

Tessa’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Her usual sharp tongue had failed her. For the first time, she had nothing to say. The power in Asher’s voice had shaken her. Had humiliated her. The pack was still watching, still processing what had just happened. Elena remained frozen in Asher’s arms, her mind struggling to catch up. The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest—the shock, the relief, the disbelief that someone had finally stood up for her. That someone had claimed her in front of everyone. The tension in the room was suffocating, but Asher’s touch was grounding. Warm. Strong. Unyielding. And without thinking—without hesitating— Elena clutched his hand. Tightly. As if he were the only thing keeping her upright. As if letting go would mean losing the only sense of safety she had ever known. His fingers curled around hers instantly, as though he had been waiting for it. His thumb traced slow, calming circles over her knuckl

He smirked. “You eat, don’t you?” She stared at him. “I—of course, but…” She hesitated. “What are you making?” Asher opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of ground meat. “yambeef.” Elena blinked again. The powerful Alpha—the man who had just silenced an entire pack with a single growl—was now casually talking about yambeef. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be more confused. Still, something about the abrupt change in mood made her relax. At least a little. She folded her arms, tilting her head. “You cook?” Asher glanced at her. “Do I look like someone who doesn’t?” Elena hesitated. “…Honestly?” One brow arched. “Careful, Elena.” A small, unexpected smile tugged at her lips. For a moment, the weight of the day lifted, and she allowed herself to simply watch him move around the kitchen. The way he effortlessly grabbed ingredients, the way he seemed completely at ease in his own space. Her gaze drifted across the room again—the wooden beams, the large