All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Eat.” Elena blinked, staring blankly at the plate in front of her. Her mind was still stuck on what had just happened—on the way Asher had kissed her, on the way his hands had held her so securely, as if she would disappear if he let go. But now, he was acting like nothing happened, like her entire world hadn’t just been flipped upside down. “Elena.” She flinched at the sound of her name, snapping out of her daze. Asher’s golden eyes were locked onto her, filled with something between amusement and concern. He gestured toward the plate of food he had set in front of her just moments ago. “You need to eat,” he repeated, his voice softer this time. Elena swallowed, glancing down at the food. She should be hungry—she hadn’t eaten properly in what felt like days. But the turmoil of emotions swirling inside her made it impossible to focus on anything other than the lingering sensation of his lips on hers. “I’m not really hungry,” she murmured, pushing the food around wit

At one point, when Margot was talking, his hand suddenly brushed her knee under the table. The touch was light, almost unnoticeable. But Elena felt it. And when she looked up, Asher’s gaze was already waiting for hers. The silent message was clear. You don’t have to be quiet. Elena swallowed hard, her fingers curling around her fork. She didn’t know if she could meet his expectations. But the fact that he wanted her to be part of this—it mattered. It mattered more than she wanted to admit. --- Uncertainty About Margot’s Approval : By the time dinner was over, Elena still wasn’t sure where she stood with Margot. The woman had been warm, but was it genuine? Did she actually approve of Elena? Or was she just being polite? Elena wished she could tell. Her mother had been an expert at masking her true feelings. Had told Elena she loved her even as she cast her aside. That memory lingered as she watched Margot rise from her seat. And for the first time, Ele

Elena was still catching her breath, her heart pounding from the intensity of the moment. Asher’s arms were still wrapped around her, his forehead resting against hers. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with something unspoken yet undeniable. “I heard her,” she whispered finally, her voice barely above a breath. Asher pulled back slightly, his darkened eyes searching hers. “Lena?” Elena nodded. “She’s been here this whole time. I just—couldn’t hear her before.” His fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. “And now you can?” “Yes.” He exhaled slowly, something shifting in his expression—relief, curiosity, maybe even something deeper. His hand slipped from her face, fingers trailing down her arm before finally settling at her wrist, his thumb absently stroking over her pulse. “Elena.” His voice was softer now, more careful. “What does that mean for you?” She swallowed. “I don’t know yet.” "Oh, you two are killing

Reflection and Healing: Elena stared at the lavish bathroom, momentarily stunned by its sheer grandeur. Marble countertops, golden fixtures, and a mirror so large it nearly took up the entire wall. The steam from the bath lingered in the air, curling around her like ghostly fingers. But it wasn’t the luxury that made her pause. It was the towel. Soft. White. Embroidered with one word. Luna. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the fabric as if it might vanish beneath her touch. Luna. The title still felt foreign. Unreal. She was his Luna. But was she worthy of it? Her gaze shifted to the mirror, her reflection catching her off guard. The bruises were fading. The cuts—once deep and angry—were now just faint lines against her skin. She looked… healthier. Stronger. It wasn’t just time that had healed her. It was Lena’s careful care. And Asher’s relentless protection. She pressed a hand against the cool marble, exhaling slowly. Safe.

Rachel barely had time to react before Asher appeared. His movements were a blur, too fast for Elena’s dazed mind to fully process. One second, Rachel was towering over her— And the next, Asher had her pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around her throat. The impact was violent, the drywall cracking beneath Rachel’s weight. She let out a strangled gasp, her hands flying up to claw at his grip. But Asher didn’t budge. His fingers tightened, his canines bared in a snarl. “You touched her.” The words were lethal, each syllable drenched in pure murder. Rachel’s face twisted in fear. Real fear. The shift in power was instantaneous. She had been the predator. Now, she was prey. Asher was going to kill her. Elena could feel it in the air—thick, suffocating, undeniable. She had seen Asher angry before. But this— This was different. His entire being radiated a level of fury that was beyond control. Beyond reason. Beyond anything human. Rache