All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Asher carried her in silence, his arm steady beneath her knees, her head resting weakly against his shoulder. She wasn’t entirely sure when her legs had stopped working, only that Asher noticed before she did. The weight of everything—the blood, the screams, Harris's body in the dirt—seemed to dissolve only slightly when he held her like this.The warmth of their shared quarters wrapped around her like a blanket as he gently kicked the door open and brought her inside. Still, the blood clung to them both—dried, sticky, smeared across skin and fabric. The battlefield had followed them home.“You need to sit,” Asher murmured, setting her gently on the closed toilet seat. “Just for a minute.”Elena nodded numbly. Her body throbbed in waves now, delayed pain catching up to her. Her arms were scratched, her side aching, but the worst of the damage wasn’t physical.Asher turned the water on, adjusting the heat, testing it with his fingers until steam slowly began to rise. Then he turned bac

Elena's pov"Just kiss your mark please," he begged,repeatedly kissing my lips. I bit back a smile.He had gone full possessive mode because I touched Grayson's chin. And because Grayson was staring at me in a way only he could. It was really attractive but also adorable because he was begging for kisses. I leant down, kissing my mark on him lightly and he shivered.I pulled away, "Okay, we really need to go see Harris," I stated, his eyes now faded back to his original brown eyes.(Play song now)He kissed me one more time to wave off the nerves he knew I had, grabbing my hand to lead me to Marcus's office.When we entered the room, my once hopeful feeling in my chest vanished.I felt my heart sink and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. I caught Asher faintly calling my name as I walked toward the bed. I locked eyes with Harris's parents while doing so.When I got to the side of the bed, I touched his cold arm. "I tried to do everything I could, Luna."I breathed in sharply,

“I thought it would hurt less after a week,” Elena murmured, fingers resting over the letter that had been folded and unfolded so many times, its edges had begun to fray.“It never hurts less,” Asher replied softly. “But it changes.”She looked up from the bed where she sat cross-legged, her gaze distant. “Do you think he knew he wasn’t going to survive?”“I think he accepted that he might not,” Asher said, stepping inside their room, boots tracking in the scent of morning frost. “But he still chose to protect you.”Elena exhaled shakily, her hand tightening on the letter. “He used to be the face of everything I feared. And now—now I wake up and wish I could hear him tell another stupid joke.”Asher crossed the room and knelt before her. “You forgave him, Elena. That gave him the chance to become someone worth mourning.”Her voice cracked. “I hated him… for so long.”“But you don’t anymore.”She nodded, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. “I don’t.”A heavy silence fell between t

Asher’s hand lingered on Elena’s thigh, his thumb lazily drawing circles against her skin as they lay tangled on the bed. The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the wind brushing against the windows. But inside them, the storm had only just begun to settle.“Don’t fall asleep,” Asher murmured.Elena tilted her head against his shoulder, a sleepy smile forming. “I wasn’t planning to.”He shifted suddenly, causing her to squeak as he stood, still holding her. “Asher!”“We’re not done yet,” he said, voice laced with mischief and something deeper. “You need a shower.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t protest. “I see. So now I smell?”He glanced at her with a grin. “You smell like me. Which I love. But right now, I want to wash away everything else. The blood. The grief. The ache. Let me take care of you.”The words softened her completely.He carried her into the bathroom and gently placed her on the counter. Steam already fogged the mirror as he turned on the water. The sound of

Morning After the Storm“Elena,” Asher’s voice murmured, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You slept through the night.”Elena blinked, the morning light filtering through the curtains. “I did?”He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “First time in a week.”She stretched, feeling the subtle ache of muscles used and emotions spent. “It feels... different. Lighter.”Asher leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That’s because the storm has passed.”Elena’s thoughts drifted, recalling the chaos of the past days—the loss, the grief, the uncertainty. But now, wrapped in the warmth of their shared bed, a sense of calm settled over her. Lena, her wolf, stirred within, a gentle presence echoing her own sense of peace. The bond between them, strained by recent events, felt renewed. Asher’s arm tightened around her. “We’re healing, Elena. Together.”She nodded, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “Together.”--