The Alpha's Obsession

Willow“Just breathe.” I whisper, staring in the mirror at my reflection. I didn’t recognise the person looking back at me. Far too much makeup for my liking. Thick mascara coated my lashes that were supposed to make my caramel eyes pop. Bright red lip stain coated my lips, making them look much fuller than what they really are. Foundation covered the bruise sitting on my left cheek, because Goddess forbid that someone sees that.My blonde hair had been tied back in some kind of fancy updo to show off my face properly. To draw attention to my slender neck and my decent sized breasts because that’s what the men like to see.They liked to know what they were buying.They wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with their goods.I turn, checking to make sure that the most important parts of me were covered. Though the red dress just drew more attention. The way it hung off of my curves, but clung in all the right places. I hated it, but that was what they wanted. It was always what t

Willow“Ah, there she is!” I wince at the bright light burning my eyes.My head throbbed, my mouth was drier than a desert “Mrs Hallow. You gave us all a worry for a moment.” The nurse puts her torch away.Mrs Hallow? Did I hear that right?“Do you know where you are? Your husband has been called, he will be back in a few minutes.”Husband? The last thing I remember is running away from a mad fucking Alpha.My eyes flash around the room. “Hospital?” My voice is husky from the dryness. “Very good.” The nurse smiles at me. “And how are you feeling?”“Like I’ve been run over by a bus.” I groan and wonder how long I had been out for.“Well, you have been out for a few days. You are bound to feel some aches and pains from the lack of movement.” She tucks a strand of her mousey brown hair behind her ear. “But your husband got you here just in time. You are very lucky to have him.”I nod, rubbing my temples. I feel the bandage wrapped around my head and I sigh.“You have stitches.” The nur

WillowLarge black gates sit in front of us. They are easily twenty feet tall, and looked like they were trying to keep people in as much as keep something out. Two black wolves sat either side of the gates. I had never been to a pack where they would guard in their wolf form. It was off putting. Their sense of smell would be stronger. They would be faster too.From the corner of my eye, I see the Alpha watching me. A smug smile on his face. He already knew I was planning on running. And he knew I had just encountered another problem.The black wolves move to the car, sniffing all around. They pause by the door on my side and one stands on its hind legs to look in through the window at me. It’s brown eyes studying me for a moment.“She’s mine.” Alpha Zane mutters as he winds down my window“Mine? Who the hell do you think you are?!” I snap.He grins as the wolves move back to their original position and the gates begin to open. Stevens restarts the car, creeping it through the openin

ZaneIt’s quiet when I turn the water off. I knew she hadn’t left. There was no way out of the bedroom without a key and I had it.As I get closer to the door, I hear the subtle sounds of pencil scratching on paper.She sits at the desk with one leg folded up on the chair, her arm wrapped around it as she concentrates. She had pulled her blonde hair back into a loose bun at the bottom of her neck and seemed oblivious to me watching her.Half the packets of pencils had been torn open, the boxes discarded on the floor along with many of the sketchbooks.Her shoulders aren’t so tense and from here I could see a corner of her lip curved up into a smile. The first natural smile I had seen since I laid my eyes on her. I could see why they wanted big money for her at the auction. I had done since I first laid eyes on her.***Stevens and I had been on our way to a meeting when I caught her scent. It wasn’t like anything I had smelt before. Strong cinnamon and I had to find her. There was no

Willow“You needed sleep and it was the only way I could be sure of it.” He mutters, unphased by my reaction. “And,” He adds with a smile, “this way, I knew you couldn’t do something stupid and try to run.”I was speechless. If he thought it was so easy to drug me, then what else was he capable of?My thighs clamp together and his eyes shift to the movement under the comforter. “Don’t worry, little wolf, I haven’t touched you, yet. But one day you will be begging me too.”He moves from the chair revealing a plate of breakfast pastries. I’m not going to lie, they look delicious, but what if he has drugged them too? What if this was his plan to make sure I stay here?“They haven’t been touched.” He mutters, like he could read my mind, which only makes me frown.We could both hear my stomach growling, but still, I stay rooted to the bed. I was used to going without food now and again. The grumbling stomach didn’t bother me, I had heard it much louder than it is now.“Eat.” He moves to an