Semua Bab The Alpha's Obsession : Bab 101 - Bab 110

His eyes snapped open, dark and wide. “What?”She swallowed hard, nerves and courage colliding in her chest like a storm. “Don’t hold back.”His entire body froze. He searched her face as though waiting for her to pull the words back, but she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him, softly—no urgency, no pressure. Just trust.“I’m not afraid,” she breathed against his lips. “Not with you.”Asher exhaled sharply, a broken sound that almost resembled a sob. “Elena, I need you to be sure. I need to hear you say it.”“I want you,” she said, voice shaking but sincere. “Because I love you, Asher.”That was all it took.He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that sent a thrill down her spine. His arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly as their bodies aligned in the cascading water. He cradled her like something sacred, reverent yet starved.His hands explored her body with a patient hunger—never demanding, always asking without words. And when she gasped sof

Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of their union, skin slick with sweat, heart pounding beneath Asher’s hand as it rested lightly over her chest.She wasn’t ready for what came next.Not because she didn’t want it—but because it was the kind of worship she’d never known, the kind that stripped her bare in ways that had nothing to do with skin.“Elena,” Asher whispered, voice low, reverent. He was still hovering above her, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “I’m not done loving you.”She blinked, flushed already from what they’d shared, but his words sent a new wave of warmth crashing through her. “Y-you don’t have to—”“I want to.” His lips ghosted along her collarbone, tracing a line downward. “This is for you. Just you.”Her stomach flipped as his mouth moved lower, trailing heat down her torso, over her navel. Each kiss was deliberate, slow, and full of purpose—as though every part of her deserved to be cherished. Worshipped.He paused just below her

She blinked, her throat thick. “It’s just… hard. Knowing I wasn’t your first.”“You were,” he said, lifting her chin. “In every way that counts. You were the first time I ever made love. Not just sex. Love. The first time I ever looked at someone and thought, ‘I’d do anything to make you feel safe.’”Her eyes welled with tears.He wiped one away with his thumb. “You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to remember every second with. Every sound you made, every look, every touch—it’s burned into me.”She turned into his chest, heart thudding.“And you’re the first,” he continued, voice cracking slightly, “who made me believe I deserved to be loved back.”Her arms tightened around him.“I hate that I wasn’t your only,” she whispered. “But I’m trying not to let that poison what we have.”He kissed the top of her head. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t bother you. I get it. But I need you to know—Elena, I need you to believe—that what I had before was nothing. You… you are my first. T

God, he wanted to say yes. Yes, so she’d be beside him. Yes, so she could sit in that hall and make the men who doubted her presence shut their mouths the moment she raised her head.But he couldn’t. Not yet.He turned to her, grinning despite the ache in his chest. “Absolutely not.”Her eyebrows arched. “Why not?”“Because you’d distract me.” He nipped playfully at her bottom lip. “Every time I look at you, I forget what I’m saying. I’ll end up calling an elder by your name or proposing legislation about how everyone should smell like strawberries.”She burst into laughter, swatting him lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”“And you’re irresistible,” he said, before catching her lips in a kiss.It was supposed to be brief—a tease, a laugh—but the moment their mouths touched, the atmosphere shifted. Like a match dropped in dry grass. His hand slid behind her neck, angling her closer. Her fingers curled into his hair. The air thickened.Her body melted into his. His lips pressed more urgently.

"You don’t have to do this today, Elena," Lena said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she rested her hand on Elena’s back. "No one’s forcing you.""That’s just it," Elena murmured, her eyes fixed on the doorknob as if it were a weapon. "No one is. And maybe that’s what makes it worse.""Worse?""Because if someone told me I had to do it, I could fight back. I could rebel. But this… this is my choice." Her fingers twitched, almost reaching for the knob before retreating. "And I don’t know if I’m strong enough to make it."Lena stepped in front of her, crouching just enough to meet Elena’s eyes. "You’re strong enough. You survived everything they did. You’re here. That door? It’s just wood. What’s behind it isn’t bigger than you."Elena gave a shaky laugh. "You make it sound so easy.""It’s not," Lena said, serious now. "But it’s not impossible."The silence stretched between them, interrupted only by the wind brushing gently against the windows. Elena stared down at her bare