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Chapter 127

Author: Eniee
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-25 00:55:05

It started small.

A flicker of breath against the air.

A pulse that did not belong to ordinary blood.

The first time Clara noticed it again was during a quiet afternoon nap. Her daughter lay in the cradle, small fingers twitching as if she was dreaming of running through fields she hadn’t yet seen. Clara sat beside her, humming a lullaby the way her mother once had.

Then the room changed.

The curtains fluttered… though the windows were closed.

The shadows stretched… though the light was still.

The air shimmered… like the moonlight was pouring itself inside the walls.

Clara’s humming faded as her eyes widened.

Her daughter’s eyes opened—bright as polished silver.

Too bright.

For a heartbeat, the baby stared up at Clara with a clarity that didn’t belong to a newborn. Like she was seeing her… truly seeing her.

Then, just as suddenly, the silver dimmed back into soft gray-blue.

The shimmer faded.

The air stilled.

The baby yawned.

Clara’s heart pounded. She leaned closer an
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  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 128

    Peace didn’t arrive with a roar. It came quietly—like the slow steady healing of a scar—until one day the pack woke up and realized the fear that once clung to their bones had loosened its grip and vanished. The once-shattered stronghold of the pack now breathed with life again. Homes rebuilt with fresh timber. Fields replanted. Wolves who once slept lightly with one ear open now laughed without looking over their shoulders. Clara watched it all unfold from the balcony of the Alpha residence—a home that used to feel too large, too cold. Now, sunlight poured in through windows and the scent of cooked meals filled its halls. The house was filled with giggles, tiny footsteps, miniature chaos. Her daughter—Lyra—ran through the garden below, chasing a butterfly that glowed like moonlight condensed into wings. She squealed as it evaded her, then suddenly, the butterfly paused mid-air… almost like the air itself listened to the child’s delight. Magic. Her magic. Awakening quietly, bea

  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 127

    It started small. A flicker of breath against the air. A pulse that did not belong to ordinary blood. The first time Clara noticed it again was during a quiet afternoon nap. Her daughter lay in the cradle, small fingers twitching as if she was dreaming of running through fields she hadn’t yet seen. Clara sat beside her, humming a lullaby the way her mother once had. Then the room changed. The curtains fluttered… though the windows were closed. The shadows stretched… though the light was still. The air shimmered… like the moonlight was pouring itself inside the walls. Clara’s humming faded as her eyes widened. Her daughter’s eyes opened—bright as polished silver. Too bright. For a heartbeat, the baby stared up at Clara with a clarity that didn’t belong to a newborn. Like she was seeing her… truly seeing her. Then, just as suddenly, the silver dimmed back into soft gray-blue. The shimmer faded. The air stilled. The baby yawned. Clara’s heart pounded. She leaned closer an

  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 126

    The world had gone quiet again, but not in the way it once did after war. This quiet was softer. Livelier. Full of heartbeats and newborn laughter. The packhouse, once echoing with orders and battle cries, now smelled like milk, smoke from the rebuilt kitchens, and blooming moonflowers. Wolves passed through the corridors carrying planks, fabrics, and baskets instead of weapons. The sound of hammers had replaced growls. The sound of life returning. Inside the Alpha’s home, Clara sat by the open window, her daughter nestled against her chest. The child was impossibly small, wrapped in white cloth, sleeping to the rhythm of her mother’s heartbeat. Martin watched from the doorway, his usually commanding frame leaning against the wood, quieter now—almost reverent. “She looks like you when you’re pretending to be mad at me,” he said softly. Clara smiled without looking up. “Then you should be afraid already.” He chuckled and crossed the room, crouching beside her chair. His hand brus

  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 125

    The days began to stretch longer. Peace had a strange rhythm — slower, quieter, but never empty. For Clara, it took time to get used to. No midnight raids. No whispers of enemies in the woods. Just sunlight filtering through the trees, the scent of warm bread, and the small sound of Lyra’s laughter echoing through the den. At first, she thought she’d go mad with the stillness. Then she started to breathe again. Martin had changed too. He no longer rose before dawn to inspect the borders; he woke beside her now — sometimes with his face buried against her neck, his breath steady, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He still carried the weight of leadership in every movement, but the sharpness that once defined him had softened. One morning, Clara found him outside, shirt sleeves rolled up, repairing a section of the fence that had long since been forgotten. “You could’ve asked for help,” she said, leaning against the doorway, a teasing smile on her lips. “I did,”

  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 124

    The council house was rebuilt first — not because it was grand, but because it stood at the heart of the territory. Once, it had been the Alpha’s hall — a place of commands and judgments. Now, its doors were thrown open from dawn till dusk. Wolves came not to kneel, but to speak. Martin had insisted on that. “We can’t rule the way we used to,” he’d said one morning, his voice steady as he looked out over the clearing. “A kingdom built on fear doesn’t survive peace.” So, on the third week after the Blood Moon, the first assembly was held. The benches were rough, the roof unfinished, and the scent of wet pine still lingered in the air. But the pack filled the space — warriors, hunters, healers, elders, even the children who peeked from doorways with wide eyes. Clara sat near the front, Lyra nestled in her arms, while Isreal leaned against a pillar with his usual half-smirk, pretending not to care but listening closely. Martin stood at the center. He wore no crown, no armor — only

  • Alpha’s Obsession    Chapter 123

    The rain stopped two days after the Blood Moon, as if the skies themselves had decided to rest. By then, the pack house no longer smelled like smoke and iron, but of earth and new timber. Wolves worked shoulder to shoulder, patching walls, clearing debris, and replanting the fields that had been trampled by war. The rhythm of rebuilding became its own kind of music — hammers thudding, laughter rising, paws shifting across wet soil. From the porch, Clara watched them with a calm heart. Her recovery had been slow but steady. The healers insisted she rest, yet she often found herself drifting outside just to see everyone — to remind herself that the world was still moving, that it hadn’t stopped in fire and loss. Lyra lay sleeping in the crook of her arm, bundled in pale cloth that smelled faintly of wild mint and moonflower. The faint pulse of her tiny heartbeat was enough to anchor Clara to the present. “Are you supposed to be out here?” She turned at the sound of Isreal’s voice.

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