Caged by the Alpha's obsession

Chapter 2 AMARA The past always finds a way to catch up, especially when you never really escaped it. At his words, my heart dropped. And just like that, it all came back. The memory. The pain. The look on his face the last time we saw each other. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My voice had gone dry. I remembered everything. Flashback* It all started with Marek. We met in the human world during our high school days. He walked into class after being transferred and I just… knew. I knew he was mine. We locked eye's, and he even went as far as smiling at me. “Ravenna,” I whispered to her that night, “I think I’m in love.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re always in love.” “No,” I said, smiling to myself. “This one’s different.” Before we could say jack and Jill, we started hanging out. We went for late night movies, coffee dates, and walks. He told me I was funny and I told him he was mine. He laughed but the surprise was evident on his fa

Chapter 4 AMARA POV Some truths don’t break you, they change you into someone who finally sees. The voice stayed in my head. It echoed repeatedly like a constant reminder of an impending doom approaching. I didn’t know whose voice it was. It didn’t sound like mine. Or my mother’s. Or Marek’s. Or Ravenna. Or Eamon. But then a thought crossed my mind. What if it was my magic speaking? I have heard talks of witches being warned by invisible beings about things. And mom said something about inner mind which could mean I have a second being inside me. I came to the woods in search of Marek but I didn't find him. Instead I stumbled upon an ancient writing. I couldn’t go back home. Not yet. I have to find him. I have to see Marek again. I have to talk to him. I closed my eyes and let the magic guide me. I didn’t know how I did, but soon enough after relaxing like the way the witches in the book I read does, I felt a pull. It was like a thread, very light, and it tugg

Chapter 6 AMARA Instantly… Just as soon as Stefan tore those words out of his mouth, those gut-wrenching, painful and heart-breaking words, I felt a slab of pain blast through my mind…shaking me and shivers down my spine. The words repeated in my head over and over again, and although not having the least idea what he meant as I was just grasping on this other side of him and the world. My mind could not help but wander back to the only word I could register and put meaning to in all of what he said, ‘Reject you,’. My mind splintered in a thousand pieces for the next seconds as a pool of dread suddenly filled the innermost pit of my stomach. Realization suddenly dawned on me. Did Stefan just fucking reject me? Did he refuse to have anything to do in front of my sister and his entire gods-damned insane pack, who were staring down at me like I was some kind of infection which just invaded their space, and they wanted nothing more than to get rid of me? How dare Stefan do this to m

Chapter 8 AMARA My eyes widened and my instincts flared, I took a step back, my hands gripping my backpack as I turned to run. But I hadn't made a step when a hand caught me and yanked me back. I stumbled and my legs felt weak. I saw Clara and four other girls looking pale as we were herded like cattle towards a truck. “Inside,” another man ordered. They pushed us into the back of the truck. The metal floor was rough under my knees. The door slammed shut, trapping us in. The engine roared. The truck shook as it moved. There was barely any light inside, only a thin line from a crack in the door. I pressed my back against the side, trying to steady my breathing. The girls began whispering. “What’s happening?” one of them asked in a trembling voice. “Where are they taking us?” another sobbed. “Are they going to kill us?” a third whispered. I kept quiet for a moment. Their voices were shaking. Their fear was heavy in the air. Finally, I spoke. “Calm down,” I hushed

CHAPTER 10 STEFAN I sat alone in my chamber, staring at nothing. The fire in the corner had burned low, leaving only faint red embers. My hands rested on my knees, but they were tense, my fingers curling slowly. My mind would not stop circling the same thoughts. Amara. Her face when I'd rejected her. Her voice as she pleaded with me to understand what I was doing. The way her scent clung to the air after she was gone. I had rejected her. I told myself I had no choice. The betrayal still burned in my blood like poison. Every time I thought of what she had done, my jaw tightened. I hated it. I hated her for it. But the truth – I still loved her. And that was the annoying part. Why was I supposed to love someone who betrayed me? The two truths didn’t make sense together. They tore at me from opposite sides, pulling until it hurt. I closed my eyes. The night in the woods came back to me – the night I found out she was my mate. I had taken her then, not to claim her, not to cherish