All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Asher stood in the hallway, his thoughts a turbulent storm. Each step away from Elena felt heavier, the weight of their earlier conversation pressing down on him. He had intended to give her space, to allow her the rest she so desperately needed. Yet, an inexplicable pull drew him back, compelling him to return to her side.Moments later, he found himself once again at her door. Taking a deep breath, he quietly re-entered the room. Elena lay there, her eyes closed, but as he approached, they fluttered open, revealing a depth of understanding that both comforted and unsettled him."Couldn't stay away?" she teased gently, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of amusement.He offered a sheepish smile, settling into the chair beside her bed. "Seems like it," he admitted, his tone laced with vulnerability.A comfortable silence enveloped them, the room's stillness broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock. Elena's gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes reflecting a wisdom beyond he

Elena watched him closely, something nagging at the back of her mind. His posture was tense, his eyes stormy, but there was something else—something off. Then, it hit her. His scent. It was still Asher, still the mix of pine and warmth that had become familiar, but now… there was something bitter laced within it. Alcohol. Elena stiffened. "You’re drunk." Asher flinched, his expression darkening. "I’m not." "You smell like it." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "I had a drink. That’s it." "Why?" He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Because I’m an idiot." Elena didn’t respond. Because you scared yourself, she thought but didn’t say. Asher stepped closer, his voice dropping. "I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. I know words aren’t enough. I just—" He hesitated, his hands clenching at his sides. "I need you to know that I’m sorry. And that I’ll prove it to you." She believed him in spite of what happened. She is hold onto the man who had mad

"Elena." She flinched at the sound of her name, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows along the walls. Asher stood in the doorway, his presence overwhelming, even when he wasn’t trying to be. His voice was softer than usual, careful, as if he was afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter her. "Can I come in?" Elena swallowed, forcing herself to look up at him. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him that she needed space, that she wasn’t ready to face him yet. But the words wouldn’t come. She nodded once. Asher stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air charged with an unspoken tension. For a while, neither of them spoke. Elena dropped her gaze to her hands, her mind racing. Finally, Asher sighed. "I know you're scared of me." Her head snapped up, eyes widening. "I—" "You don't have to lie." His voice was gent

With trembling fingers, she turned the handle and cracked it open. A man stood there, taller than Asher but with a more relaxed posture. He had dark brown hair, neatly trimmed, and warm hazel eyes that held no threat. Still, her body screamed at her to run. Grayson seemed to notice her hesitation because he took a step back, giving her space. "Sorry if I startled you," he said, his tone gentle. "I just wanted to check in." Elena’s fingers tightened on the doorframe. "Why?" Grayson blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Because you’re our future Luna," he said simply. The words hit her like a slap. She stiffened, her throat going dry. "I’m not—" "You are," Grayson cut in, but his voice remained calm. "Whether you believe it or not." Elena dropped her gaze, unsure how to respond. --- Grayson’s Kindness Grayson shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Listen, I get it. You don’t know me. You don’t trust me. But I want you to know that I’m h

"This isn’t about making peace with Rachel," his mother continued, stepping closer. "It’s about showing Elena that you are in control of yourself. That you are the man she can trust, not the man she fears." Asher clenched his jaw so hard it ached. He didn’t want to do this. Every instinct in him rebelled against it. But the image of Elena—hesitant, afraid, unsure—flashed through his mind. If this was what it took to mend the cracks between them… "Fine." The word was forced, bitter, but final. His mother nodded approvingly. "Rachel is still at the pack doctor’s office. Go now." --- The scent of antiseptic burned Asher’s nose the moment he stepped inside the infirmary. The place was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of pages turning at the front desk. The nurse looked up, startled to see him. Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly composed herself and gestured toward the back. "She’s in the second room on the left." He nodded, pushing forward. His footsteps