All Chapters of Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Clara’s POV Hours had passed by. I was in pain. It was mainly the bite that was killing me. The medicine had worn off and I could feel my leg, including the wound. There was another medicine Aston kept on the table inside the room I was locked up in, it was for the pain but I resisted from taking anything he offered. When he came to my room in the hospital, I was confused and weak from just walking up twelve hours after getting injured. He wrapped a rope around my throat and threatened to kill me if I didn't walk out with him. I didn't want too but he didn't give me much of an option. I wanted to shift and attack him but neither of that was possible as I was pregnant and shifting into a wolf would immediately bring an end to my pregnancy. So, I left with him. He bought me to a place, nearby one of the warehouses at the outskirts of the town. It was a small room, with a small window at the corner and a few doors that were all locked. I had been here for hours. There was food ar

Clara’s POV I paced around the room after gaining some strength and conciseness. From the outside, it seemed like the sun had fallen and the moon had taken its position. I lost count of time when I fell asleep but I assumed it had been a couple of hours now. I was nervous, chewing on my lips and my lips while waiting. I didn't really understand what the dream meant and what the woman was trying to tell. There was a task that was going to be given to Martin and if he did it rightfully, all the trouble would leave our world. But what if he didn't? What would happen then? I knew Martin was dumb in making decisions. I didn't trust him in this at all but again, I needed to have some kind of hope. Suddenly, I felt something, a strong wave that went through my body, a relief. The door flew open by itself and I stood there frozen, wondering what happened. There was no one behind the door, just a hallway to a few more apartments. After taking another peak, I ran outside and kept running.

The sun rose behind the clouds, hesitant and pale, as though afraid to touch the ashes that had once been the Redwood Tomb. The night’s storm had rinsed most of the smoke away, but the air still smelled faintly of fire and loss. I woke to the rhythmic sound of rainwater dripping from the roof into the puddles outside the window. For the first time in what felt like forever, I slept without waking in fear. Martin’s arm was wrapped loosely around my waist, his warmth steady against my back. The steady beat of his heart was a sound I’d learned to trust, even when the world around us refused to make sense. For a while, I didn’t move. I just listened to the silence, to the small sighs escaping Martin’s lips, to the faint hum of the earth calming after everything it had endured. Then the weight of it all hit me. The tomb. Aston’s death. The return of the Alphas Baldassarre killed. The balance of life and death shifting like the creator herself had turned the world upside down and shaken

Clara’s POV Morning came slowly, brushing through the curtains with pale light. I woke before Martin, which was rare. His arm was heavy across my waist, warm, protective, as though even in sleep he still feared losing me to something unseen. The storm from last night had softened into a cool mist. I could still hear the drip of water from the roof into the garden outside. The air smelled clean—new, like something had been washed away. I turned to look at him. His lashes lay dark against his cheeks, his lips parted slightly. For a moment, I forgot everything the tomb, the fire, the chaos of the night before. There was only this: him, me, silence. Peace. Then, a dull wave moved through my stomach. It wasn’t the usual morning tiredness or nerves. I frowned, pressing a hand over my abdomen. It had been happening for a few days light nausea, dizziness but I’d brushed it off as stress. Now it was stronger. “Clara?” Martin’s voice came low and groggy. “Why are you up?” “Just… couldn’t

Clara’s POVThree weeks later, peace had become almost unnerving.No battles. No blood. No ghosts lurking in my dreams. Just the rhythmic hum of life returning to normal—birds in the trees, wolves patrolling in calm shifts, and Martin constantly hovering around me like I was made of glass.At first, it was sweet.Then it became annoying.“Martin,” I groaned one morning as I sat up in bed. “You don’t need to follow me to the bathroom.”He didn’t even look guilty. “What if you faint again?”“That was one time,” I said, glaring. “Because someone”—I shot him a look—“thought it would be a good idea to feed me raw deer meat because ‘the baby needs protein.’”He crossed his arms, unbothered. “You didn’t complain about protein when you were chewing my neck last night.”“Martin!” I threw a pillow at him, mortified.Isreal’s voice came from the hallway, far too loud: “Oh, so the Alpha Couple is awake! Should I start making breakfast or leave you two to… your neck-protein exchange?”“Isreal, I s