The Alpha's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Renzo’s POV Saoirse stepped out of the car and quickly clasped her mother’s hand. Her long red hair caught the wind, glowing like fire under the midday sun. While her parents spoke with mine, her gaze locked on me. It took me longer than it should have to look away from that mesmerizing hair, but when I did, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Her eyes—gods, her eyes. They were large and framed by perfectly arched brows and lashes so long they brushed her cheeks. One glimmered emerald green, the other was half green, half brown. I’d read about that condition before, but seeing it in person was entirely different. My mom, Luna Helen, gently touched my shoulder. “Why don’t you show Saoirse around, honey, while your dad and I take Healer Colin and Healer Aela to their new home and the hospital?” I nodded, stretching out my hand toward the little girl. Her porcelain-pale skin had been kissed pink by the sun. She slipped her delicate hand into mine and smiled. My heart stuttered, and I cou

Saoirse’s POV All the joy I felt at his declaration was indescribable. “You want me to be your Luna, Renzo?” I whispered, still incredulous. He was so handsome—over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and carved with muscle. That mischievous smirk of his always melted me. “Of course I do,” he said without hesitation. “Can there be anyone else?” My heart squeezed, but doubt slipped out anyway. “What about your fated mate? You’ll cast me aside once you find her. I’ve seen it happen. Remember Larissa Clinton? She abandoned Trevor Smith after five years of living together the instant she found her mate. What if that happens with us?” Renzo’s expression hardened. He gripped my shoulders, holding me steady as his eyes blazed with fierce conviction. “Little one, don’t you know we’re endgame? I chose you the moment I laid eyes on you. Fated or not, you’re mine. If I ever meet some so-called mate and it isn’t you, I’ll reject her without a second thought. You are my forever. I’ll never let y

Saoirse’s POV I got up to open the door. I already knew who it was—Ronan. My mother’s fated mate. After she left, he took it upon himself to care for Grandma. I had learned the truth of what happened to them back then, and every time I saw him, I felt both guilty and sad. I opened the door, and there he stood—tall and solid at six feet, dressed in a blue flannel shirt and worn jeans. His brown hair was messy, and his hazel eyes were hopeful. “Hi, Ronan. Come in. Grandma baked the scones you like.” He kissed my cheek in greeting, and immediately a dangerous snarl erupted from behind me. “Not on my table, young man,” Grandma snapped at Renzo. Shane nearly choked with laughter. “It’s all right, Renzo,” I explained quickly. “This is Ronan—my mom’s fated mate.” Shane spat out his coffee. Renzo shook his head, eyes narrowing in confusion. “Say what?” they both blurted out at the same time. “It’s a long story,” I sighed. “But he’s been looking after Grandma since we moved to the Stat

Saoirse’s POV We were at the Council headquarters to hear their verdict. Mom was trembling, her eyes swollen from too many tears. Dad sat beside Elder James, the head of the Council, looking smaller than I had ever seen him—older, tired, ashamed. My chest ached, and I couldn’t stop my own tears. Renzo’s arms tightened around me as we sat in the crowded chamber, forced to listen. Council member Patrick was merciless. His voice rang cold through the hall as he questioned my father. “According to our investigations, Mr. Colin, you found your mate when you turned eighteen.” Both Mom and I gasped. “Tell us what happened to her. Remember—you are under Alpha’s command. You cannot lie.” Father’s gaze drifted toward us, dark circles shadowing his eyes. For a brief moment, pity tugged at me. But then he spoke. “I rejected her.” A wave of shocked whispers filled the room until Elder James silenced them with a raised hand. “And why,” he asked evenly, “would you do such a thing?” Dad’s vo

Saoirse’s POV Renzo had just left, and I had already missed him. Whenever he isn’t near, a heavy ache settles in my chest, as though he’s the only anchor I have left. Mom and Grandma feel oceans away, and Dad avoids me like I’m a shadow he doesn’t want to face. The she-wolves never let me forget how different I am. Their whispers still follow me everywhere, like nettles against the skin. Stacy and her pack of followers are the worst. Just moments ago, she brushed past me, fake-coughing something that sounded suspiciously like “wolfless.” Her little minions howled with laughter. Ahead, a group of male wolves stood lingering near the path. Some of them were from my class. Cade—at least I think that’s his name—lifted a hand in greeting. I waved back, and one of his friends smacked the back of his head. He only laughed nervously. I know many sneak glances at me, little crushes whispered behind locker doors. But my eyes see no one but Renzo. Still, as I passed, I caught scraps of their mu