All Chapters of Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A run with Martin. This was going to be interesting. I agreed to it but only if he'd call me and beg for forgiveness-which I waited for the whole entire morning. Isreal and I spoke about a few matters, one of them being the mass increase of rogues. I spent most of the morning clearing out stuff, checking lands, pack-wolves and then my phone.The only way to get my mind off Martin was to do work, just like he did. It kept me occupied and I finally got time to speak with a few high-ranking pack wolves under my pack.By afternoon, we were making our way to Broadway, not to speak with Martin but rather one of his old friends, a woman named Beauty who worked at a bar. She was the closest woman to Martin after me. A best-friend. He used to mention her in the earlier days."The Wooden Inn." Isreal stated, stopping the car by its entrance. "We question, she answers. If she doesn't then we will kill her." He carried that attitude all the way till here and bearing it for another second was goin

I reminded myself it wasn't Martin but unless I wanted to create chaos, I needed to leave from the woods, as quickly as I could. I rang up Isreal as he was still nearby and told him to come here. He took his time since he wanted to jog than run to me. The panic grew inside me while I waited for him. Dread hung over in front of my eyes and that was Martin’s wolf that was about to shift in any minute. Aconitum didn't keep Alpha's down for long, only an hour or the most two. "Oh my God, you killed my Brother!" Isreal exclaimed, jogging up to me in the same state I left him. "I don't know if I should thank you—" "I didn't kill him." The happiness in his face went away and he narrowed his eyes upon Martin’s wolf. "Oh, that's sad." He whispered. "Well, what do you want me to do? Kill him?" My wolf rumbled in anger. I turned away and walked over to the trunk of my Jeep, opening it. I had to shove his wolf somewhere and take him out of this road before someone saw us. "No, Isreal. I d

I covered my hands in wraps. The basement was empty, the Alpha's were gone to God knows where and it was just me and the bastard who took over Martin’s body. He was still under aconitum, sleeping like a little boy, not knowing what wreck was standing in front of him. Isreal did a good job chaining him to the wall, using the same shackles he used on other Alpha's and tying him up. I kneeled on my knees. His chest was rising and dropping with the shallow breaths he took. It was Martin but it wasn't him and his wolf told me the truth. If he hadn't, l'd be still curled around him like a stupid, dumb bitch. For five months, I had no idea where Martin or his soul was, for five months. What kind of mate was I? But, it wasn't going to be long before Baldassarre would start speaking to me after what I had planned for him. He'd be forced to spill. "Rise and shine," I whispered as I found him peeling his eyes open and breaking through the aconitum that had passed through his blood now. It

"I had to obey my Alpha, Ms. Clara. I didn't know what else to do. He would take my head if I disobeyed him." Willy sobbed, drinking a bit of water I gave to him after he started crying. "Although, things did seem confusing. I'm sorry." "Just keep quiet and drink." I rolled my eyes and moved to the other side of the room while scraping a few strands of hair away from my face. I received all the information from Willy, including his phone and the people that were in this, helping Martin. I couldn't blame anyone so I had to let him go even though I wanted to take off his head myself from hiding things from me. If he had told me any earlier, I would've taken into account and stopped Baldassarre long back. "Did you find the location?" I looked over Isreal’s shoulder and saw him going through Willy's messages. "I think so. It's a tacky warehouse near the dock," Isreal turned to me, giving me Willy's phone. Dread hung over his eyes and he blinked hard. "Guess the council meeting has to

With a throbbing headache, I decided to pay one last visit to Baldassarre before falling asleep. I just wanted to see him one more time. But, when I went in and met with his eyes, he wasn't there. It was Martin. I could tell. My wolf could tell it was him. He had a tumble of confused emotions over his face and he stared at me, baffled when I came to him. A part of me still refused. Was it even possible? Was it possible for Martin to appear-to return? Tormented by my own thoughts, I played nice. "Hey," His eyes caught with mine. He showed no struggle at the shackles like he did the last time I was here, which was a few hours ago. Could it be him? I sat down on the ground, collecting my knees to my chest and keeping a distance from whoever was in there. "What's your name?" I asked. He laughed, "Are we really doing this?" "Yes." "Martin." I was still not settling to the idea that it was him. It could be Baldassarre, tricking with me so I could free him and so he could kill me, an