All Chapters of Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Clara’s POVThe second trimester came with surprises I didn’t expect.For one, my energy returned — like the moon had pulled life back into my veins. The nausea faded, replaced by cravings that made even Isreal question my sanity.“Let me get this straight,” he said one afternoon, watching as I spread peanut butter over roasted yam. “You want to add pepper sauce and honey?”“Yes.”He blinked. “You’re not human anymore.”“Never said I was.”Martin, sitting across from me, didn’t even react anymore. He just slid the jar of honey closer, resigned to my chaos.“She’s growing a hybrid,” he muttered. “No rules apply.”Despite the constant teasing, the pack adored me — or rather, the life growing inside me. Every day someone left something at the door: a knitted blanket, a handmade bracelet, sometimes even herbs for “easy labor.”It was strange, feeling so… cherished.I had spent most of my life being feared or challenged. Now, every smile, every gift, every soft glance was a reminder that m

Martin’s POVThere’s something about peace that makes a warrior uneasy.Maybe it’s because I’ve lived too long on the edge of war — because silence feels less like comfort and more like waiting for the next attack.But lately, it wasn’t the world outside that unsettled me.It was Clara.She had started waking up in the middle of the night, breath shallow, eyes glassy, like she was listening to something I couldn’t hear. When I asked, she’d smile and say, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” But her hands would always find her stomach, as if shielding it from something unseen.And then there were the lights.Small things at first — candles flickering brighter when she walked by, sparks of gold that danced around her fingertips when she was emotional. The first time it happened, I thought it was just the lamplight. The second time, I realized it wasn’t.“Martin,” Isreal said one morning as we watched her from across the hall. She was sitting near the window, sunlight pooling over her hair like spu

Martin’s POVThe change was subtle at first.The kind you’d miss if you weren’t a wolf, if your senses hadn’t been sharpened by years of reading the world through instinct instead of logic.The pack still smiled. They still trained, hunted, and laughed in the courtyard. But beneath that, something had shifted—an unease crawling through the air like static before a storm.I could smell it in the halls.Fear.Not of war or hunger… but of her.Clara.Every time she walked by, wolves fell quiet. Some bowed their heads in reverence, others looked away quickly as if ashamed of the reverence itself. The bond between us hummed with power these days; it was stronger than ever, but it also carried a weight that pressed against the edges of who I was.I had seen the light in her before, but that night—the night of the hum—it was different. When her body glowed like gold fire and the whole pack knelt… even I felt it. Not just love. Not just awe. But the instinctive submission of a wolf to somethi

Martin’s POVThe Weight of Prophecy. The night air was sharp, carrying the smell of wet earth and pine. I walked away from the house quietly, leaving behind the flickering lantern light that spilled through our window. Clara was asleep—or at least pretending to be. She’d been doing that lately, breathing evenly with her back to me while I lay beside her, both of us pretending that silence was the same thing as peace.I couldn’t sleep either. Not with the Elders’ words echoing in my head.“The child carries the mark of balance. Where blood has fallen, life will rise—but if the scale tips too far, even the moon will weep.”Rowan had said it in that calm, unsettling tone of his, the kind that made it impossible to tell whether he was giving a blessing or a warning.The forest opened before me as I walked, moonlight painting the ground in silver ribbons. Every sound—the chirp of insects, the snap of branches—felt amplified, as if the world was listening too.When I reached the old stone c

Martin’s POV The Elder’s words sat heavy in my chest long after she left. “The child will not just inherit power. It will change what power means.” I repeated it over and over in my mind as I walked through the rain-soaked courtyard, my boots sinking slightly into the mud. The sky above was grey and heavy, clouds pressing low as if the heavens themselves were listening. For the first time in years, I felt small. Not as an Alpha, not as a man — but as someone who didn’t fully understand what he was meant to protect. Elder Rowan’s cottage sat at the far edge of the territory, past the old chapel ruins and the line of pine trees that marked the border of our land. She’d lived there for decades — half healer, half prophet, entirely impossible to read. When I reached her door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking. “Enter, Alpha,” her voice came before my hand even touched the wood. Of course. She’d felt me coming. The door creaked open, revealing the dim glow of candles and th