Lahat ng Kabanata ng Caged by the Alpha's obsession : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 11 STEFAN I should’ve pushed him away the second he dropped to his knees. But I didn’t. Not because I wanted it—not at first. My instincts were taut, body rigid, jaw clenched. Kai always moved like trouble, like temptation wrapped in wicked intentions. And yet, here I stood… watching him peel my belt open with his teeth like some goddamn prize he’d earned. Like he was meant to be there. Like he didn't care what I'd do to him after this. Not like I was going to hurt my Kai... He was too precious. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he said with a grin, tilting his head like the smug little brat he was. "Your scent says otherwise, Alpha." he murmured against my skin, fingers curling around my half-hard cock. Ohhh goodness, not the name. I hated it when we're suddenly going to be intimate and he teases me with the Alpha shit. I glared down at him, cold and unmoved. "Touch me and you’ll regret it." His laugh was low, mocking. “That’s cute, Stefan. But I don’t think you

Chapter 13 ELENA I paced my room like a trapped wolf. Back and forth. Back and forth. My bare feet made no sound on the floor, but my head was loud as my thoughts clawed at me. I had thought removing Amara from Stefan’s life would open the door for me. I thought it would make him see me. Need me. Want me. But I was wrong. It was the most stupid and reckless thought I've ever given to. Since he rejected her, something in him has changed. He wouldn't smile at me, nor would he look at me the way he used to. He moved like he was lost in a place I could not follow. Moved? No! He'd stayed in his room like a scared animal, looking rough and emotionless. I stopped and pressed my hands against my face. Two days. It had been two whole days since Amara left the house in the dead of the night. And every attempt to find her had failed. My contacts came back with nothing. She was gone. Completely gone, like she never existed. There was no record of the paths she had gone through, everything w

CHAPTER 15 AMARA He asked me to sleep, but I couldn't. I tried harder to do that, but my body went still and my eyes were open in the dark, my mind refusing to stop. I kept thinking about where I was. What I had walked into. I left home hoping for a perfect life among the werewolves. "All I wanted to do was learn their ways, train, grow stronger, and most importantly, find the witch who murdered my father.” I said, releasing a moan of pain, my ragged breath filling the room at the thought of my failure. “But here I was, trapped in the hands of a sick, depraved rogue called Ragnar. He wasn’t just a threat. He was obsessed and had a plan to use me. My blood. He wanted to make himself the strongest alpha existing.” Ergh! I turned on the bed disgusted at the thought of someone drinking my blood to make himself powerful. I stared at the wall. My chest felt heavy. I kept asking myself, “how did he even find out about my bloodline? I had never told anyone. My parents had made sure to

Chapter 17 RAGNAR The moment her lips met mine, the world around me ceased to exist. "Damn! Her lips taste delicious. Like something from the ordinary." I could feel the tension in her body, the subtle tremble in her kiss, as if she wasn’t sure whether to resist or surrender. As if she wasn't sure if what she was doing made sense. Who would have thought she'd kiss me? It was the last thing I expected her to do and she took me by surprise. I let her kiss me for a good measure, letting the heat between us build like a slow-burning fire. Her lips were soft and hesitant at first, more of like exploring me, but I gave her no time for that. My tongue skipped between her lips as I pushed past the initial barrier and plucked into her mouth. She didn’t pull away; instead, she melted into me. She tasted of cherry and jasmine—sweet, intoxicating, like something I could crave endlessly and never get enough of. The flavor had me wanting for more. She tasted more of summer rain and wildf

Chapter 19 AMARA The cold hit my skin first. Not the kind of cold that comes from air or wind... this was sharper. Wet and icy. A shock ran through me and I gasped, jerking upright. Water dripped down my face, my hair heavy against my neck. "Son-of-a-bitch." A curse slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I wiped my eyes, and when I could see again, I found Ryder standing over me. His hand still held the empty metal cup. He looked down at me with that same amused smirk he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand. “You’ve got fire,” he grinned widely at me and for a second I wondered what was funny here. “A real stubborn bitch.” he continued. My jaw tightened. “Call me that again,” I said, my voice low, anger coursing through me, “and I’ll tear your limbs apart one by one… and feast on them.” For a second, he didn’t reply. He just watched me. I saw his eyes shift slightly, catching the way the air around us seemed to grow heavier. On the other hand, I could f