Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Obsession : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Elena’s breath hitched, and her fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt. "No! He—he just brought me food, that’s all." Asher’s fists unclenched slightly, but his wolf was still restless, still clawing to the surface. "Why didn’t you call me?" His voice was rougher than he intended. Elena hesitated. "I didn’t think it mattered." A sharp pang of something unfamiliar struck his chest. "It matters," he growled. "It always matters." Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Then, finally, Elena sighed, stepping aside. "Do you… want to come in?" Asher didn’t hesitate. He stepped past her, inhaling her scent deeply, allowing it to drown out the traces of Grayson. It wasn’t enough. Nothing ever would be. And that terrified him."Why are you acting like this?" Elena’s voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it—a mixture of frustration and something else Asher couldn’t quite place. His jaw tightened. "You know why." "No, I don’t." She crossed her a

His brows pulled together. “What’s not?” “That you have to be so patient with me. That you have to keep proving yourself when you *shouldn’t* have to.” She shook her head, frustration and guilt tangling inside her. “I *know* you’re not him, Asher. I know that. But sometimes, it’s like my body doesn’t. It reacts before I can stop it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s not your fault.” She laughed bitterly. “It feels like it is.” “It’s not.” His voice was firm now, unwavering. “Elena, none of this is your fault. Not how you feel. Not what he did to you. And definitely not the way your body reacts to certain things. You don’t owe me anything—not your trust, not your comfort, *nothing*.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “But I want to be here. If you’ll let me.” *Her chest ached at his words. How could he say things like that? How could he be so patient, so steady, when she felt like a storm barely contained in fragile glass?* She exhaled shakily. “I don’t know how to do this.” “

"Elena, tell me to stop." Asher's voice was strained, his grip on her waist tightening as he fought the primal instinct surging through him. His breathing was ragged, his entire body tense with restraint. Elena looked up at him, her lips parted, eyes wide and uncertain. She could see the war in his gaze—the desperate need to claim her, to make her his in every way, battling against his own self-control. She swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Asher..." Her voice was barely a whisper. His forehead pressed against hers, his fingers shaking as he held her. "You don’t know what you do to me," he murmured, his canines elongating slightly, a clear sign of his struggle. "You’re my mate, Elena. My one, my only... but I won’t take what you’re not ready to give." His words sent a shiver through her. How could a man so strong, so dangerous, be so gentle with her? Her past told her that men took what they wanted. That power meant control. That no one cared how she felt. But A

Elena hesitated, biting her lip as she traced small patterns on Asher’s arm. His warmth surrounded her, his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek grounding her. But the words she needed to say sat like a stone in her throat. Finally, she whispered, “Rachel did what she did because she loves you.” Asher stiffened beneath her. “What?” “She—she has feelings for you, Asher.” His arms around her loosened slightly as he pulled back, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “That’s not possible.” Elena nodded solemnly. “It is. I don’t think she ever expected you to actually fall for me. Maybe she thought the mate bond wouldn’t be enough, that you’d still want her.” A muscle in Asher’s jaw ticked. “That’s insane.” “She was jealous,” Elena continued softly. “And jealousy can make people do horrible things.” He shook his head, exhaling harshly. “She really thought I would pretend to love you? That I would fake this?” His golden eyes darkened, fury simmering beneath h

Elena glanced up from the small pile of clothes she was folding, meeting Asher’s concerned gaze. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes studying her carefully. "I already said yes, didn’t I?" she teased, offering him a small smile. Asher exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "I just want you to be comfortable, Elena. Moving in together is a big step. I don’t want you to feel pressured." Elena’s fingers stilled over the fabric in her hands. "I know." And she did. Asher had never once forced her into anything. If anything, he was more hesitant than she was sometimes, always afraid of scaring her, of pushing too hard. "It’s just… a lot," she admitted, glancing around her room. "I’ve been in this space for so long. I never really let myself imagine leaving it." Asher stepped forward, crouching in front of her. "I get it. This place was your refuge. Your safe space." Elena nodded. "But," he continued, his voice soft, "you don’t have to do