Semua Bab The Alpha's Obsession : Bab 151 - Bab 155

“Come on, lazy wolves,” Elena called over her shoulder, arms stacked with empty plates. “Who left all the dishes to us?” Genevieve snorted, bumping her hip against Elena’s as they entered the kitchen together. “Men. Strong enough to fight a pack war, too weak to scrub a pot.” “I heard that!” Jacob’s voice rang faintly from the living room. “We said it loud enough!” Elena called back, laughing as she turned on the tap and started rinsing. Warm water cascaded over her fingers, the rhythm of scrubbing calming in its simplicity. Genevieve handed her a plate one at a time, the two women falling into an easy silence only shared by those comfortable in each other’s presence. “Thanks for dinner,” Elena said quietly. “It was perfect.” Genevieve smiled, handing her the next plate. “You brought the warmth, not me. We’ve missed that around here.” Elena stilled, water rushing under her hands. “I’ve… missed this. Not just tonight. The normalcy. The peace.” “You haven’t had much of that late

They undressed each other slowly, deliberately, fingers trailing skin as if mapping a sacred geography. Her laughter bubbled when he whispered something teasing against her neck, and he grinned, pulling back to admire the way her joy made her glow.“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“Stop staring,” she said, flustered. “You’re making it worse.”“You say that like I’m not going to keep doing it for the rest of our lives.”She didn’t answer that. Instead, she pulled him down to her with a need that wasn’t just passion—it was yearning. The kind of closeness forged from surviving hard truths and coming out stronger.Their movements were tender but electrified, a dance of laughter and whispered confessions, of limbs tangled and breath stolen.Asher moved slowly, kissing the hollow of her throat, his voice husky. “Tell me again.”She blinked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “What?”“Tell me you love me.”“I love you,” she whispered instantl

"You’re… not avoiding me?” Harris asked, his voice low, uncertain.Elena froze mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to face him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. But here you are anyway.”He gave a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… deserve that.”She glanced down the path toward Margot’s house, lips pressed in a thin line. The early morning breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying the distant sounds of children laughing and wolves training. It should have been a peaceful walk. Now it was anything but.“What do you want, Harris?” Her voice wasn’t cold, but it was cautious.“Just a few minutes,” he said quickly. “I’m not here to pressure you or beg. I just… wanted to talk. Please.”Elena looked him over. His posture was small—shoulders curled in slightly, hands fidgeting. She hated that he seemed so harmless now. Her instinct screamed to keep walking, but something quieter in her heart told her to stay. She exhaled slowly.“Fine. Five minutes. And we sit. Over the