Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Obsession: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Blaze’s POV I hurled the whiskey bottle against the wall. Shards were scattered across the floor, but the noise didn’t drown out the ache gnawing at me. Even alcohol couldn’t numb it anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, she was there. Saoirse. I’d thought about storming Moonshadow more times than I could count. I wanted to drag her back here, lock her in my room—just like that bastard Renzo once did. Andrew and Uncle Patrick stopped me every time. Last month, in a rare sober moment, I went there peacefully. I just wanted to see her. To talk. Renzo met me outside, smug as ever, claiming she didn’t want me. I waited until nightfall, but she never came. The truth? I forgave her the moment I left her behind. I was too stubborn to admit it. It felt like betraying Azalea, like betraying my twin. Then came the news: Julia, the Rogue Alpha’s mate. Elder James was disgraced, and Uncle Patrick stepped in quietly as head of the council. To everyone else, the girls were still kidnapped—but

Azalea’s PoV Blaze paced restlessly beside my bed, the floor creaking under his weight. I’d been confined here for a week, waiting for the twins. My body felt heavy, raw with anticipation and dread. Panic had gnawed at me until I broke and called him. Julia hovered too, though her own belly was swollen with life. She tried to mask her nerves with chatter, but I saw it—the way her hands trembled when she touched me. “Are you sure Saoirse’s alright?” My voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have dragged you here. She’s pregnant too—” Blaze silenced me with a soft kiss to my hand. “Don’t, Aza. You did the right thing. She understands. She’s got weeks yet before she’s due. There’s time.” But his eyes betrayed him—haunted, restless. “Your wolf,” I whispered. “He’s unsettled.” Blaze hesitated. “He is. I’ll call her, just to be sure.” The line connected, and Saoirse’s voice spilled through—small, fragile, trembling. Wrong. Instantly wrong. My stomach dropped. Blaze looked bewildered, st

Saoirse’s POV I couldn’t put into words the feeling Blaze gave me with every powerful thrust. All I knew was that I craved harder, faster, deeper. I had been so empty without him; now he was here, filling me, making me whole again. “Faster… harder!” I begged, desperate to etch him into my skin, to keep this feeling of him inside me forever. --- Later, I fell asleep in his arms. He whispered soft promises against my ear, his hold both tender and possessive. One hand cupped my breast as though he owned it, while the other stretched protectively across my stomach. He always treated me like delicate glass, as though I might break—because I didn’t have a wolf. But I would show him I wasn’t fragile once our babies were born. I was his, durable and pliant, made to bend beneath his will. In his arms, I felt at home. --- Cramping in my lower abdomen pulled me from sleep. Shifting on the sheets, I felt dampness beneath me. Odd. A jolt of realization seized me, and panic burst throug

Blaze’s POV Six weeks had passed. Between my twins, Azalea’s babies, Layla’s newborn girl, Leah, and Mars and Julia’s son, Jupiter, my pack had turned into a nursery. Renzo spent more time here than at his own pack; even his parents had stayed a whole week to meet Lake and Lynne. It was three in the morning. I had just helped Saoirse feed our babies and tuck them back to sleep. Afterward, I cared for my mate too, leaving her trembling and sated in our bed. She was on birth control, thankfully—two children were already a handful. We hadn’t chosen their names. Halo said they were children of prophecy, born with their destinies carved into them. Aksel and Liv. My precious son and daughter. My life vowed to protect them. --- While I brooded, I caught sight of a shadow lurking near the trees. Not the first time. Halo believed they were evil spirits sent by the Rejected Witches, searching for the prophesied babies. Their auras were shielded with the bracelets she’d given them—but for h

Blaze’s POV My children’s cries split the night. They wanted their mother. I had failed them. Aela, Mira, and Elda had tried everything to soothe them, but their wails didn’t stop. Ronan and Colin were here too—two men who barely tolerated each other, forced into the same room by this nightmare. Pietr lay recovering after nearly being killed by the dark magic of the witches who stole Saoirse. I had found him unconscious beside me. He’d fought for her; still, he hadn’t been enough. None of us had. “You should go to them,” Colin urged, voice rough with his own grief. “They aren’t ordinary children. They sense something’s wrong. They need reassurance—from you.” I couldn’t meet his eyes. I had failed everyone—her parents, friends, and most of all, her. Still, I climbed the stairs. Inside the nursery, Aela held Liv with tear-swollen eyes. Mira struggled to soothe Aksel, while Elda’s glare could have cut through steel. “So, you saw shadows in the forest,” she snapped, “and still you t