Semua Bab The Alpha's Obsession: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Saoirse’s POV “Pietr! How?! How did they know we were here?!” I screamed, panic clawing at my chest. This place was meant to be secret, impenetrable. I pressed my hands to his wounded shoulder, my magic flaring instinctively. Goddess Hecate… no. The wound was far too close to his heart. My father and the twins joined in, weaving their power around him—but nothing happened. Pietr was paling rapidly, lips turning blue. “They’re using a rare, poisonous herb. I know the antidote,” Dido said flatly. I turned on her with pure contempt, tears blurring my vision. My most loyal companion was dying, and this witch—the same one who had already brought us so much pain—was my only option. “Speak, then. What do you want?” I seethed. “Saoirse, we can’t trust her!” Blaze snapped, his voice hard with hatred. His glare at Dido was lethal. “What do you have to lose?” Dido asked, her tone disturbingly casual, as though we weren’t standing over a dying man. She studied her nails with indifference. “He

Renzo’s POV What is this savage witch talking about? My parents are fated mates. There is no way that what these two witches claim could be true. But the hatred twisting her face as she spat those words told me she wasn’t lying. Goddess help me, I wanted her to be wrong. “You’re both lying!! What could you possibly gain by slandering my father? Take it back!!” I growled. The dying witch, hanging by a thread, forced the words out. “What? Do you think your father was a saint? He knows about Dido. I hid her from him all her life, and that guilt has been gnawing at him for years. He cheated on his fated mate with me. Dido is the result of his indiscretion.” She cackled, her voice bitter and cruel. “You, too, have a thing for a little witch. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” She twisted her mouth into an evil smile. My blood boiled. “That’s why I targeted you from the very beginning. That’s why I cursed you to be obsessed with Saoirse, forcing you to favor her over your fat

Blaze’s POV Saoirse’s grandmother wanted to speak with us in private. Maeve carried herself with quiet regality as she entered my office, her daughters Aela and Ronan following. We all sat on the sofas facing each other across the low coffee table. Saoirse pressed against me, her hand clasped tightly in mine. “I will start from the beginning,” Maeve said with a tired sigh. “It will be easier to understand.” I rested my hand on Saoirse’s knee. Her face was unreadable, but her heart pounded with the same anticipation as mine. “When Aela was pregnant, her condition was fragile. A child not conceived with a fated mate rarely survives to full term, but Saoirse was strong from the beginning. Aela spent nearly the entire pregnancy on bed rest. If Colin hadn’t been a healer, I don’t know what would have happened. "I prayed to the Goddess Hecate countless times to spare my daughter and my granddaughter. But it was not Hecate who answered—it was the Goddess Selene. She came to me in a dream

Blaze’s POV The night of the full moon finally came. The air was sharp with anticipation, thick with the scent of pine and earth. Grandma Maeve led us deeper into the forest's heart, where the moonlight streamed through the canopy like a silver blessing. Everyone who mattered was here—Pietr, Andrew, Saoirse’s mother, Ronan, my twins Liv and Aksel, and even Healer Colin. We wore ceremonial white, a sign of purity and renewal, though nothing compared to what Saoirse wore. Her robe shimmered with thousands of diamonds sewn into its fabric, glittering like a thousand stars against her pale skin. Her long cape trailed softly behind her, catching the breeze as though even the wind bowed to her. Under the moon's glow, Saoirse looked ethereal, untouchable, a vision meant only for me. My chest tightened when her rosy lips curved into a smile until I could barely breathe. Tonight wasn’t just another ceremony—my Luna would finally meet her wolf. Maeve’s voice carried across the clearing. “We a

Blaze’s POV The night roared with chaos. Fire devoured the mansion's west wing, its flames clawing toward the heavens like a beast unleashed. The air was thick with smoke, screams, and the frantic shuffle of dozens of feet as witches and wolves rushed to control the inferno. My chest heaved, each breath cut with smoke, and my heart hammered as I scanned the crowd. Saoirse stood like a beacon amid the madness. Her white aura glowed faintly as she chanted with the other witches, their voices weaving together in a desperate incantation to smother the flames. Her hair whipped wildly around her, and her eyes were sharp with focus and resolve. She was breathtaking, yet even her presence couldn’t ease the sick dread clawing at my insides. Then, through the firelight, Azalia appeared, her gown torn, hair wild, one arm clutching a trembling Ireland. Behind her stumbled Andrew and Layla with their children, Leah and Brandon, followed by Shane and Hanna with theirs. Relief flickered briefly in