All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

Saoirse’s POV The scream tore from my throat before I even realized it, raw and guttural, echoing through the night. Grandma Maeve lay on the forest floor, blood pooling beneath her white robes, her unsettling smile an eerie contrast to the horror unraveling before my eyes. I couldn’t look away. Every fiber of me screamed to run to her, but at the same time, my gaze darted to Vlad. His form was already faltering. My children—Aksel and Liv—stood with arms outstretched, their energy concentrated into a blinding beam of pure light that pierced through Vlad’s back and chest. He staggered, dark smoke pouring from his wounds. His shrieks clawed at the night air. Dido had Selene and Luna shielded behind her, her stance solid, and Pietr positioned himself between them and danger, his blade raised. Relief and anguish warred inside me. “He’s dying,” Renzo said, satisfaction rolling off his voice. He wasn’t wrong—Vlad’s obsidian eyes were emptying, his movements sluggish, his body trembling a

Blaze’s POV --- A Few Months Later “When I find my mate, I’ll have a grand wedding like Aunty Dido,” Selene announced confidently, standing on her tiptoes as though making herself taller gave her authority. “My wedding will be even more spectacular than yours!” Luna countered, her little hands on her hips. They had picked up those extravagant phrases from Elda—there was no doubt about it. I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. “I’m sorry to break it to you, girls, but you won’t get married until you’re at least thirty.” They gasped dramatically, clutching their tiny hands to their cheeks in horror. The look on their faces nearly made me choke on my laugh. Before I could tease them further, Saoirse whispered through my mind, brushing over the bond like a feather-light caress. Blaze. Even though she barely whispered, her call carried to me, threaded with the urgency of her power. Instantly, I wanted to drop everything and run to her. “Okay, little ladies, your mama is callin

Saoirse’s POV The conversation with Renzo had been necessary. There was no denying the truth—we would always love each other, in some quiet, unspoken way. Too much bound us together: years of tangled history, memories always being side by side, and Selene. Our daughter was a living reminder of what once existed between us. But as I lifted my eyes and saw Blaze walking toward me with little Luna bouncing at his side, my heartbeat quickened and my lips curved into a smile that only he could draw from me. Renzo and I would always share a tie, but my love for Blaze was absolute, all-consuming, leaving no room for doubt. I chuckled softly when I heard Blaze arguing with the girls, their voices high and insistent about ice cream. Luna’s dramatic stomps echoed across the garden, and Selene’s silver hair bobbed as she tugged at Blaze’s leg. She had woken. Up as soon as she heard him. He handled their chaos with his usual blend of patience and mock sternness. It wasn’t until Renzo whisked