All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena’s Point of View With a slow drag of my marker, I drew a straight line across the wall, then stepped back to look at it. Two thousand one hundred and ninety days. Almost six years had passed since my parents vanished—more like abandoned me. I wasn’t even sure why I kept track of the days. Maybe deep down, I hoped they would return someday. When I was twelve, I longed for them like any child would, but now, at nearly eighteen, I no longer wanted them back. Soon, I could leave this place forever. I never got an explanation for why they disappeared, though the most obvious reason was me—being born the weakest of the pack. Still, that didn’t justify leaving their own child behind, especially in the hands of people who despised me. Each day brought a fresh form of cruelty, whether humiliation or physical pain. And believe me, pain was always their first choice. It didn’t matter who started it; someone would, and another would finish it. The only person in the entire pack who n

Elena’s POV "Alright, Lay, time to blow out the candles!" My mother’s joyful voice rang in my ears as I stared down at my birthday cake, a Lightning McQueen design in bright red. People laughed at me for picking that cake when I turned seven, saying it was for boys, but I didn’t care. Red was my favorite color, and back then, I loved cars more than anything. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles, feeling a small gust of air bounce back onto my face. A camera clicked, capturing the moment forever. "Now, what comes next, Lay?" My father’s voice came from my left, while my mother stood smiling on my right. I giggled, excited. "I make a wish, and if I wish really hard, the birthday gods will grant it!" ---A single tear slid down my cheek, landing on an old photograph—me at seven years old, grinning between my parents, Celeste and Julian. Back then, life was filled with love and happiness. My parents adored me. But something had changed. They had left, disappeared

Elena’s Point of View"Why hasn’t she woken up yet?" a deep voice roared, frustration dripping from every word, followed by a low, menacing growl."Alpha, please, I need you to remain calm," another voice responded carefully, treading with caution. "She’s been through a lot. Her body needs time to recover from the lack of oxygen. But if you’d like, I can conduct additional tests to ensure everything is okay."That scent. Woodsy with a hint of spice. That meant Asher was here.The last thing I could recall was Connor's hands tightening around my throat, stealing the air from my lungs. Then suddenly, Asher had intervened, stopping him. And then… he called me his mate.Goddess above. The Alpha? My mate?This couldn't be real. It was impossible. He was leagues above me—a powerful leader, feared and respected—while I was nothing more than a weak, insignificant runt.Why would someone like him care about whether I woke up or not?Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was here to reject me, to cast me a

Elena clutched the bottle of lotion tightly, trying to steady her breathing. She had barely processed the weight of Asher’s reaction when she forced herself to stand. Every movement sent sharp pain through her ribs, but she bit down on the discomfort. She needed to get back to her room. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, she kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the few passing wolves. The tension of the evening still lingered in the air. The Blood Moon pack wasn’t used to seeing their Alpha this enraged. Elena turned the corner—then suddenly, a strong hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in terror as she was yanked into the shadows. Emerson’s cold whisper pressed against her ear. “You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?” Panic surged through her as she struggled against his iron grip. “We should’ve finished this earlier,” Harris muttered, stepping in front of her. Emerson’s fingers tightened over her mouth. “If you tell Asher anything e

Elena’s breath caught in her throat at the feeling of his finger against her lips. She should have pulled away. She should have looked anywhere but at him. But her body refused to move, trapped in the intensity of his gaze. She knew he wouldn’t let this go. Asher wasn’t the kind of man to accept half-truths. But if he found out she had been planning to run, there would be no escaping his wrath. Slowly, he dropped his hand, exhaling through his nose as if trying to control his own emotions. “You don’t trust me,” he stated, not as a question but as a fact. Elena hesitated. “I don’t trust anyone.” His jaw clenched, and for a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, in a voice quieter than before, he asked, “Did they really hurt you that badly?” She turned away, staring at the wall where her tally marks were carved. Yes. But she couldn’t say it. She wasn’t ready to relive those memories, not with him standing so close, his presence pressing against her like a force she