All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Renzo’s POV Back in my pack, frustration gnaws at me like a beast. I’ve had Saoirse again, and now I crave her even more. She’s a poison in my veins, a drug I can’t shake. I thrust harder into Azalea, trying to drown the hunger for another man’s mate. Her moans echo, her body trembling as I spill inside her for the third time today. I kiss her forehead, gazing into her hazel eyes. She is beautiful, my mate, my wife… yet she is not the antidote. She cannot cure me of Saoirse. Nothing can. Azalea smiles as if all is well. “I’m so glad we’re back, Renzo.” “So am I, Little Wolf,” I murmur, forcing warmth into my tone. I press her against the shower wall, seeking relief that never comes. Later, we eat with Julia and Alpha Mars. Venus chose to remain with Saoirse—guarding what is already mine. I leave quickly, eager to find Shane. The voices in my head are quieter now. They only roar when I’m near Saoirse; her scent coils around me, and the whispers urge me closer. That’s how I devised

Blaze POV --- Into the Forest The deeper we ventured into the forest, the more oppressive it became. Without Elda and Mira guiding us, we would have been hopelessly lost—or starved to death in the endless green maze. Every step away from home gnawed at me. I wanted my mate. My children. And Renzo’s mocking glances didn’t help. Each smirk was a spark threatening to ignite the rage in my chest. The witches fell easily. Without their ringleader, they were weak and disorganized, quickly taken prisoner. Their capture, however, gave us an advantage—they knew the paths through this cursed place. Alpha Mars was pleased, his men—mostly his own pack—bolstered by the small victory. He had already sent Julia and his son home, so he would return with his warriors and Venus once this was finished. Amid the chaos, I found my cousin alive among the prisoners. Relief struck me like a wave. Layla would be overjoyed. I watched them depart safely ahead, and only Renzo, his warriors, and a few of min

Blaze’s POV The first days of captivity blurred into fever and shadows. The poison should’ve killed me — it kills most werewolves in hours. That I still breathed was no miracle of fate; it was Dido, her foul herbs and whispered spells, dragging me back from the brink each time death reached for me. She saved me, yes — but only to bury me alive. I sat across from her now, food cooling between us, and wondered if dying would have been the kinder end. “Eat, Alpha Blaze… my beloved.” The way she curled my name on her tongue made bile rise in my throat. I’d tried to escape countless times. Each attempt ended the same: dragged back into this suffocating cabin. And always she let me try, never lifting a finger to stop me. Because she knew. There was no way out. If not for Renzo, I wouldn’t be here. His betrayal burned like acid, festering every hour I spent in this prison. I had no word from my mate or my children. Did Saoirse survive the birth? Was the child mine—or his? My pack must

Azalea's PoV Renzo and I materialized in our living room. Thankfully, our two-year-old twins weren’t here. The silence was a blessing. When he left this morning, I had overheard his conversation with Shane. Shane told him she was back—that Saoirse had returned and gone to rescue Blaze. I begged Renzo to let me come with him. I wanted to see my brother. But he dismissed me like a nuisance, storming out with his warriors and leaving Shane in charge. Later, I forced Shane to take me anyway. He would either escort me or watch me go alone. What I witnessed when I arrived broke me. Renzo—my Renzo—was kneeling before Saoirse, begging her to take him back. I played dumb, like always, swallowing my hurt. But I can’t anymore. It’s pure torture. He whispers her name in his sleep and reaches for her even in dreams. There are whispers of them having a child together. Blaze would never allow it, so I told myself it was only gossip. But the doubt is poison. Renzo looked at me then, his shame writ

Blaze's PoV My wolf growled low in my chest. Last night, I saw the pictures of both baby girls. When my eyes landed on them, I instantly knew which one was mine. Yet, strangely, I also felt a pull toward Selene—because she was part of Saorsia too. But Renzo? He had no right to make demands. The door was still open, so I stepped inside without knocking. “My wife will let you meet Selene when she deems it right, Renzo,” I said, my voice edged with warning. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t push her with your demands—like always.” I turned to Saorsia, my tone softening. “Come, love. The children and I were looking for you.” She came to me, smiling that radiant smile that had haunted my nights. Surreal. That’s what it felt like—having her here with me again. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, claiming her with a demanding and protective kiss. “I missed you,” I murmured against her lips. Too long. Far too long. We hadn’t been alone since reuniting. Last night