Semua Bab The Alpha's Obsession : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The air in the dungeon was thick with the stench of blood and sweat, the damp stone walls trapping the scent of suffering. Asher’s boots echoed against the cold floor as he descended the steps, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. He had left Elena reluctantly, forcing himself to walk away before his own emotions overwhelmed her. But every second since he had seen the way she flinched, the way she recoiled as if expecting a blow, had been eating away at him. Someone had broken her—had shattered her in a way that made her expect pain instead of protection. And Asher was going to make them pay. Nathan lay crumpled against the farthest wall of the cell, barely conscious, his once-arrogant expression replaced by swollen bruises and dried blood. His arms hung limply in the restraints, his body slumped in defeat. But as soon as he heard footsteps, his head lolled up, and a smirk pulled at his split lip. “Come to check on your little prize, Alpha?” His voice was hoarse, barel

“Elena! Where are you hiding?”Her mother’s playful voice rang through the house, filled with warmth and laughter.Elena stifled a giggle, pressing herself further into the small space between the couch and the wall. She was five years old, her heart racing with excitement as she peeked through the tiny gap, watching her mother’s feet move closer.“Hmm… maybe she’s in the kitchen,” her mother mused dramatically. “Or maybe…”Elena squealed as hands suddenly reached around, pulling her out of her hiding spot. Laughter bubbled up from her chest as her mother tackled her onto the soft carpet, fingers dancing against her sides in a merciless tickle attack.“No! No! I surrender!” Elena shrieked between gasps of laughter.Her mother grinned, finally relenting, and brushed a few strands of hair from Elena’s face. “Gotcha.”Elena beamed up at her, chest heaving. “You always find me.”Her mother’s expression softened, her hand cradling Elena’s cheek. “Of course I do, my love. I’ll always find y

The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and old grease, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. Elena stood by the doorway, her stomach twisting as she looked toward the group gathered near the counter. Connor leaned against it, arms crossed, a smirk pulling at his lips. Nathan was beside him, laughing about something, his voice loud and obnoxious. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to turn around, to leave, to pretend she hadn’t heard Connor call her name. But she didn’t. Because ignoring him would only make things worse. Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward. “You needed something?” Her voice was even, though her pulse pounded in her ears. Connor barely spared her a glance. “Grab me a drink.” She clenched her jaw. Not ‘please.’ Not ‘can you.’ Just an order. Still, she moved toward the fridge. She never saw Nathan’s foot extend. One second she was walking, the next— Pain shot up her knees as she hit the floor, her hands slamming against the

She swallowed, trying to steady herself. "Asher..." she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. He was staring straight ahead, but his grip on her tightened as if anchoring himself. "I should kill him." "Asher—" "I should rip him apart," he seethed. "Every single time he touched you, every time he hurt you—he should have known it wouldn't last forever. That one day, you'd be free. That one day, he'd have to answer for it." Elena's breath hitched. She knew he meant every word. The promise in his voice sent a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of something else. Something dangerously close to relief. To hope. "Asher, listen to me," she urged, pressing a hand against his chest. "You can't—" "Don't tell me I can't," he growled. "After everything he's done to you? After—" He exhaled sharply, cutting himself off, fists clenched. "You shouldn't have had to go through that. I would’ve stopped it. I should’ve stopped it." Guilt bled into his fury, twisting h

"You do realize that bubbles are meant for little kids, right?" Her mother’s voice carried a hint of disapproval as she watched the entire bottle of shampoo empty into the bathtub. "But I am a little kid," she mumbled softly. There was something different about her mother today. She seemed... sad. A faint, forced smile appeared on her mother’s face before she moved closer, kneeling by the bathtub. Gentle fingers threaded through her hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. "One day, little girls have to grow up," her mother murmured. "And when that day comes, they have to learn to do things by themselves." She absorbed every word, holding onto them, puzzled by the way her mother had said her full name. "Especially if something ever happens to their parents." That made her turn abruptly, eyes locking onto her mother’s face. A deep sigh escaped her mother’s lips, yet she didn’t meet her gaze. "Don’t be silly, Mom. You and Dad are going to be here forever." A laugh bubb