All Chapters of Alpha Orion's Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The guest cottage was cozy and warm, with hand-hewn wooden beams and a stone fireplace that crackled cheerfully against the evening chill. Chief Morrison's pack had been more than generous—they'd provided fresh clothes, hot soup, and most importantly, a comfortable bed where Orion now lay in his supernatural slumber.I sat in the wooden chair beside the bed, studying his peaceful face in the flickering candlelight. His dark brown hair had dried into soft waves that fell across his forehead, and his breathing was deep and steady. If I didn't know better, I might think he was simply enjoying a restful sleep after a long day.But I did know better. Behind those closed eyelids, behind that serene expression, his consciousness was trapped in a labyrinth of memories spanning lifetimes. I could only imagine what he was experiencing—the battles, the bloodshed, the political machinations that had defined his existence as a conquering king. And worse, he was probably reliving the moment I di

Orion's POV: The three boys stumbled backward as if I'd physically struck them, their faces draining of color in the dappled forest light. The scent of their fear hit me like a wave—sharp, acrid, intoxicating. My wolf purred with satisfaction at their terror, feeding off the power that radiated from my barely contained fury.Marcus, who had been so bold with his mockery moments before, now couldn't seem to find his tongue. His eyes darted between my face and the ground, as if he couldn't decide whether looking at me directly might provoke further wrath. Finn had gone completely silent, his earlier laughter dying in his throat like a strangled bird.It was Roderick who finally found his voice, though it came out as little more than a stammered whisper."We—we didn't mean to insult you, Prince Orion," he managed, his hands raised in a gesture of submission that only fed my growing sense of dominance. "Please, we would never—""Then what did you mean?" I asked, my voice still carrying

Orion's POV:Within minutes, she had cut down every single thief. Her sword work was flawless, her movements economical and deadly. Blood decorated her blade and spattered her traveling dress, but she showed no sign of fatigue or fear. She was magnificent.As the last bandit fell, her green eyes found mine across the battlefield. For a moment, time seemed suspended. She stared at me with the same intensity I felt, her lips slightly parted as if she too felt the magnetic pull between us.Then she seemed to remember herself. She cleaned her blade on a fallen bandit's cloak and sheathed it, turning back toward her carriage with regal composure.But I couldn't let her go. Not now. Not when I'd finally found what I'd been searching for without knowing it.I dismounted and strode toward her, my companions calling warnings behind me. She paused at the carriage door, watching my approach with wariness replacing the earlier recognition in her eyes.When I reached her, I caught her wrist i

Orion's Pov:Stella's green eyes flashed with something that might have been annoyance, but I caught the way her breath hitched slightly at my invitation. She straightened her shoulders, pulling that royal composure around herself like armor."I am not here for you," she said, her voice crisp and businesslike. "I'm here to interrogate you, nothing more."I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips as I leaned against the bars, still holding the untouched plate of food. "Is that so?" I asked, my tone deliberately lazy and amused. "Then tell me, Princess, why didn't you send one of your guards to question us? Why come down here yourself to face three dangerous prisoners in a dark dungeon?"Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and I caught the faintest flush of color on her cheeks. "I—that's not—""Because," I continued, pressing my advantage, "if this was truly just an interrogation, you could have had us brought to a proper room with proper guards. But instead, you came to me. Al

Orion's EscapeBreaking free from the prison wasn't difficult at all.In fact, it was almost insultingly easy. The iron bars that had held me were strong enough to contain a normal man, but I was far from normal. A few strategic applications of my enhanced strength, and the ancient lock mechanism gave way with a soft click that echoed through the empty corridor.What struck me as odd wasn't the ease of my escape—it was the complete absence of guards.I stood in the doorway of my cell, listening carefully for any sign of movement in the dungeon. Nothing. Not a single footstep, not even the distant murmur of conversation. The entire lower level seemed to be abandoned, as if no one cared whether three dangerous prisoners might decide to walk free.It made me wonder: were we really under arrest, or was my princess Stella playing some games with me?The thought sent a thrill through my chest. If she was testing me, if this was all some elaborate scheme to see what I would do when given