All Chapters of Alpha Orion's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

26 Chapters

The promise of death

Alpha Orion's Pov: She was dying in my arms, and I was powerless to stop it - despite being the most powerful Alpha in the world. "Please don't leave me. Please," I begged, cradling Stella's weak body against my chest. Her once vibrant eyes—those mesmerizing green eyes that had captivated me from the moment I first saw her—were now clouded with pain. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, staining her pale skin crimson and her golden blonde hair. Even then she looked very beautiful - like an Angel dying. For thirty years, I had conquered kingdoms. For thirty years, I had been Alpha Orion, the Tyrant - feared by all who dared cross my path. I had crushed enemies beneath my heel, had torn rival alphas limb from limb with my bare hands. Alpha Orion - My name alone made the bravest warriors tremble.And yet here I knelt, destroyed by a single moment of carelessness."I really don't want to leave you," Stella whispered, her voice barely audible. Another violent cough wracked her

Last Updated : 2025-05-14

Public appearance

Orion's Pov: Three hours later, after a punishing workout - that was responsible for my chiseled body that made the girls of New York go gaga over me - and a cold shower that did nothing to banish the lingering unease, I made my way to the expansive balcony of my penthouse. The morning sun bathes the outdoor dining area in golden light, highlighting the artfully arranged breakfast spread—a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me.I expected to see my entire inner circle already assembled, the five people I trust most in this world. Instead, only Regina sits at the glass table, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders as she scrolls through something on the tablet."Where are the others?" I ask, sliding into the chair beside her.Regina looks up, her emerald eyes meeting mine. "Caught up with their respective issues. I called them all, but you know how it is." She sets down her tablet, studying me with that penetrating gaze that always makes me feel like she's seeing throu

Last Updated : 2025-05-15

Feeding Ducks

Stella’s POV:The tiny apartment in Warsaw felt smaller than usual today. Maybe it was the gray clouds hanging low over the city, or maybe it was the fact that I hadn't left these four walls in three days. My job translating old texts for the Polish Historical Society allowed me to work remotely—a blessing for someone like me who preferred not to be found.I stretched my legs across the worn couch, absently flipping through television channels. Nothing interested me until I landed on the international news channel, where a familiar face made my finger freeze on the remote.Orion Lockwood. Even through the screen, his presence was commanding—tall, broad-shouldered, with those piercing blue eyes that hadn't changed in a thousand years. He stood at some glittering event, a stunning redhead on his arm, speaking confidently to reporters."...attribute our success to meaningful connections we've cultivated..."His voice sent an electric current through my body, awakening memories better le

Last Updated : 2025-05-15

Meeting my mortal enemy

Stella’s POV:The conference hall of the London Werewolf Summit was everything I expected—opulent, crowded, and mind-numbingly boring. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ornate ceiling, casting prismatic light over the assembled supernatural dignitaries. From my carefully chosen seat in the back row, I had a clear view of the exits—something that had become second nature to me over the years."The North American packs propose a twenty percent increase in the mutual defense budget, with particular emphasis on anti-hunter technologies..." droned the current speaker, a portly Alpha from Canada whose name I'd already forgotten.I stifled a yawn behind my hand. Three hours of territorial disputes, budget allocations, and supernatural politics had drained whatever enthusiasm I'd had for this excursion. Even my disguise—a chestnut brown wig styled in a sleek bob and green contact lenses that obscured my natural hazel eyes—felt increasingly irritating as the day wore on.Beside me, Harper scr

Last Updated : 2025-05-15

Tell me who are you

I turned slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs as if trying to escape. That voice—deep, commanding, with just the slightest hint of a British accent—had haunted my dreams for centuries.And there he stood.Orion Lockwood.My fated mate from a thousand years past."Orion," his name escaped my lips as a whisper, a prayer, a curse.Time froze as our eyes locked. The artificial cabin air suddenly felt charged with electricity, crackling with ancient memories and unspoken promises. All my carefully constructed defenses—the years spent hiding, the meticulous precautions, the desperate flight from London—crumbled in an instant.He looked exactly as he had in my memories. Tall and imposing, with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. His face remained a masterpiece of sharp angles—high cheekbones that could cut glass, a strong jawline - and those eyes. Dear goddess, those eyes. Midnight blue with flecks of silver, like the night sky scattered with stars. Eyes that had once look

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Hoping for a smooth landing

I was silent, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.The intercom crackled to life, shattering our suspended moment."Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking." The voice was tense, professional panic barely contained. "We have a situation. A private aircraft is pursuing our flight path and has ignored multiple warnings from air traffic control. Please remain calm and return to your seats immediately."Murmurs of alarm rippled through the sparse cabin. The few other passengers exchanged worried glances, reaching for their seat belts.Orion's expression darkened, his jaw clenching. My blood ran cold. "Valentin Volkov!" I said, the name a curse on my lips.I turned to look at Orion who seemed wide alert. In an instant, the powerful Alpha persona I remembered so well snapped into place. Orion straightened to his full, imposing height and addressed the anxious cabin."Everyone remain calm," he announced, his voice carrying a natural authority that silenced the growing pa

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Memories in Freefall

Alpha Orion's POV:I couldn't believe it. After all these years, all these sleepless nights plagued by dreams of a girl whom I couldn't find anywhere else other than my dreams —she was real. She was here, in my arms, falling through the sky like some twisted fairy tale.The irony wasn't lost on me. I had been traveling back to New York from a business meeting in Edinburgh, my private jet cutting through the clouds above London, when it hit me like a physical blow. A pull so intense, so primal, that I'd ordered my pilot to change course immediately. Something was calling to me, drawing me like a moth to flame, and I was powerless to resist."Sir, we don't have clearance to—" my pilot had protested."I don't care about clearance," I'd growled, the compulsion burning through my veins. "Let's land in London. Now."The next thing I knew, I was using every connection, every favor owed to me, to get aboard that passenger plane. My security team thought I'd lost my mind. Perhaps I had. Bu

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Drowning in Memories

"Orion. Orion. Orion."His name fell from my lips like a desperate prayer as we plunged deeper into the dark water. The impact had been brutal—even with our supernatural healing abilities, hitting the surface at that velocity had been like colliding with concrete. Every bone in my body screamed in protest, but that pain was nothing compared to the terror clawing at my chest.Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.Orion's body had gone completely limp in my arms the moment we'd hit the water. His powerful frame, which had held me so protectively during our fall, now felt like dead weight dragging us both toward the murky bottom of what I could now see was a river."Orion!" I screamed underwater, bubbles streaming from my mouth as I shook his shoulders. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful in a way that made my blood run cold. This wasn't unconsciousness from the impact—this was something else entirely.Panic surged through me as we continued to sink. The water was darker t

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Meeting the forests Wolves

Stella's POV: I knew for sure that either way, we would be confronted by those wolves, whoever they were. Whatever pack that lived in this forest!Perhaps it was better to just call them out and come up with a diplomatic way to get help from them - it was the only way for survival.Three figures emerged from the tree line, moving with the fluid confidence of apex predators. These weren't the high level threats I'd been expecting. Instead, they looked like locals—rural werewolves who'd made this forest their territory.The largest of the three stepped forward and shifted smoothly from wolf to human form. He was a broad-shouldered man in his forties, wearing the practical attire of an English farmer—worn denim, muddy boots, and a thick wool sweater that had seen better days. His graying brown hair was tousled, and his weathered face spoke of years spent working the land. But his eyes—sharp amber eyes—held the unmistakable intelligence and wariness of an Alpha protecting his territory

Last Updated : 2025-05-23

In the Cottage

After about twenty minutes of walking, we emerged into a clearing where several rustic cottages were scattered among ancient oak trees. Smoke rose from chimneys, and I could see other pack members moving about—women tending gardens, children playing, elderly wolves sitting on porches. It looked like a small, tight-knit community that had existed in this hidden corner of England for generations.The largest cottage sat at the center of the settlement, distinguished by its size and the intricate woodcarvings that decorated its exterior. This was clearly where the pack's leadership resided.They dragged me inside while Samuel unceremoniously dumped Orion's body onto the wooden floor with a heavy thud that made me cringe."Careful!" I protested again, but my captors ignored me.The interior of the cottage was warm and rustic, with exposed beams, a large stone fireplace, and handmade furniture that spoke of generations of craftsmanship. But my attention was immediately drawn to the man s

Last Updated : 2025-05-23

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