All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Renzo’s PoV I was reluctant to leave my Goddess in my room, but the dreaded conversation with my father couldn’t be postponed any longer. Still, I was on a high—her taste, her cries, her body trembling beneath mine replayed in my mind. My wolf purred, content. Her pleasure was our victory. But the Council’s new laws loomed over us. They had too much power, passing decrees without the people’s voice. They didn’t understand the lengths I would go to keep my woman. Plan B with Shane was already in motion. Nothing—and no one—would take her from me. --- When I entered my father’s office, I wasn’t surprised to see Shane there. But I hadn’t expected my mother, her eyes rimmed red from crying. “Alright, son,” my father said. “We know everything. Elder Patrick called me earlier with the good news.” My mother’s voice cracked. “Oh, my child… how did Saoirse take it?” I nearly laughed at the thought. Take it? She had taken me perfectly. The image of her fiery hair tangled in my pillo

I had barely slept last night, and the last thing I wanted was to face my in-laws and my unwanted mate. My wolf pitied Fay, and I—against my better judgment—felt a twinge of pity for Azalea too. The mate bond was no blessing. It was a curse. I found them at breakfast with my parents, chatting as if they’d been friends for years. When Azalea saw me, her face lit up, and guilt pricked me sharp and sudden. I didn’t deserve that kind of smile. Blaze, her brother, wasn’t nearly as pleased to see me. “Son, you’re back,” my father said warmly. “I’m sorry I sent you to the branch upstate. If I had known your mate was coming sooner, I would have gone in your place.” I bent over Azalea’s hand and kissed it. Sparks shot through me—damn them—and the Elders had placed her at my left, close enough that her warmth seeped into me. She looked at me like I was her whole world. I managed a tight smile. “I wasn’t expecting you yesterday,” I said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived.” She shook

Renzo’s POV It was past noon when I finally woke, Saoirse curled against me. I kissed her softly before slipping away to the shower, my body straining with the ache she had denied me. My desire for her was endless, unquenchable. She’d begged me not to touch her last night—not while Azalea waited for me. So here I was, dealing with it alone. The irony was cruel. Saoirse had no wolf; the chances of pregnancy were slim. I hadn’t marked Azalea either. And yet, when she kissed me at the ceremony, everything inside me recoiled. The mate-bond’s spark surged through me—blinding, undeniable—but guilt came with it, a suffocating wave that almost sent me spiraling into panic. My body had leaned toward her, but my soul wanted to shove her away. I forced space between us, my hands on her shoulders, and suggested a run with my warriors and Betas. Blaze had wanted to meet her wolf anyway. Wolves are primal; they can’t resist the mate bond. Blaze liked the run more than I did, though his loyalty ke

Renzo POV It was late at night when I finally returned. A faint glow shone through the mansion’s windows, and dread twisted in my stomach. Shane and Hanna had accompanied me earlier, which meant Saoirse had been left alone all day. Guilt gnawed at me as I rushed inside—only to stop dead in my tracks. Azalea sat cross-legged on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine. Her face lit up the moment she saw me. “Surprise!” she chimed. I spread my hands wide, disbelief lacing my tone. “What is the meaning of this?” “Don’t you like it? I moved in. It’s time we start living like a couple. I’m sorry I threw you out of my bed before.” She smiled sweetly, then let her voice dip to something softer, hungrier. “Don’t you think it’s time we mark each other… complete the bond—intimately?” She traced a finger down my chest. The mate bond surged through me, heat prickling under my skin. I caught her hand, kissed it, then dropped it like it burned. “I only wanted to give you space to adjust

Saoirse’s POV I had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, when noises by the door made me freeze. Renzo had left barely twenty minutes ago. We’d been tangled together on the bed, kissing like teenagers, but I’d held the line—I wouldn’t let him inside me until he fixed this mess. The door swung open. Renzo stumbled in, hair disheveled, chest heaving. His eyes found me instantly, flashing with desire that looked more like hunger than love. His gaze raked over me, and I went still. “Renzo—” I didn’t finish. In one fluid motion, he ripped the towel from my body and crushed me against him, mouth claiming mine. His hands were everywhere, rough and urgent, and my legs nearly buckled beneath the force of his need. “Renzo, what’s going on? You’re scaring me!” I gasped, trying to pull free. “Call me Alpha, Little One,” he demanded hoarsely between kisses, voice edged with fever. I stiffened. “Alpha? I don’t understand… weren’t you just here—” The sharp rasp of a zipp