Lahat ng Kabanata ng Caged by the Alpha's obsession : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter 32 Amara He kissed me back roughly, and my hands raked through his hair. I tugged at it, pulling him closer, wanting him so badly. My hands moved down to his shirt, and I quickly unbuttoned the top. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and pulled it over his head. “Ragnar…” I whispered against his lips, my fingers running down his chest, tracing every hard line of his abs. He growled low, like a beast about to lose control. The sound made me shiver. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck, leaving hot kisses all over my skin. My head tilted back, giving him more space. “Hmm,” he groaned into my skin, biting lightly. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “You’re driving me crazy.” He only smirked against my neck before moving lower. His mouth found my breast, and he sucked hard, his tongue circling my nipple. “Ahh—Ragnar!” I cried, arching into him. At the same time, his other hand played with my other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger. The dou

Chapter 34 RAGNAR The wolf lunged at me with teeth wide open, aiming for my throat. I caught him with my claws before he touched me. I dragged him close and snapped my jaws down. One powerful bite tore through bone and flesh. His body ripped into two pieces, blood pouring down on the ground. I spat it out and turned, my heart beating like war drums. Ryder was on the other side, fighting. Two wolves pinned him down. His fur was soaked with blood. He tried to fight back, but his claws were weak. His breathing was broken. I could hear the faint thump of his breath; he was close to death. A growl ripped out of my chest. I stormed to him and slammed my shoulder into the first wolf. The beast flew through the air and crashed hard against a wall. His head hit a stone, and he passed out. The second wolf growled, but when he saw my eyes, he stepped back. He was wise. He turned and ran, tail low, looking for prey his size. I stood before Ryder. His eyes were glassy, his blood dripping on t

Chapter 36 AMARA The music outside shook the walls. The bass pounded through the room. The smell of smoke and alcohol crawled into the dressing room. I sat on the small chair and pulled up a red g-string, the thin straps biting into my hips. Clara stood in front of the mirror, pulling a red halter bra tight around her chest. She adjusted it, her fingers running along the strings, then slid into matching pants. She smirked at me. “Are you ready to make men horny for the second time?” she asked, rolling her eyes in the mirror. I looked at her, lips pressed together. “Do I look ready to do that again?” I said, my voice flat but sharp. She laughed, flipping her hair back. “You look dangerous if you don't know. Men are going to lose their minds tonight again.” I slid on my heels, the straps cutting into my ankles. I picked up a small brush and dusted powder across my face. My reflection stared at me: Red lips, dark eyes, no softness. Clara leaned closer, tracing black around her eyes

CHAPTER 38 Malakai POV My fingers twirled the pen lodged in my finger's over and over again as I sat in my office staring at the dim light from my window. My phone lit up and then the vibration came, I picked it up without delay. “Boss,” the voice came low, almost like a whisper, like it didn't want to be heard even though I knew he was taking this call in an enclosed place. It was one of my spies. “I got news you need to hear.” I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my hand over my jaw. “Go ahead. What did you find out?” “There’s movement tonight,” he started in that gripping voice that always captured my attention. “Marek is preparing a new deal. He got a product straight from a Mexican lord. It's fresh stock and he wants to move it today at the warehouse.” I stayed silent for a moment, listening to his voice break slightly. I played over his news, digesting all what he just said now in a slow manner while a cruel smile lit up my lips. “What product?” I asked, my tone sharp. “Dru

Chapter 40STEFAN I grabbed the vase from the side of the table and threw it hard at the window. Glass shattered and rained down, leaving part of the frame broken, but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel the cut on my hand or the ache in my chest. All I felt was fire. A fire burning me from the inside. My anger was too much. It had eaten me alive.I paced the room like a beast, chest heaving. My breath came out sharp. For the past hour, I had been like this —destroying my room and breaking whatever my hands could reach, tables, shelves and lamps. The floor was covered in broken glass and wood. My knuckles bled, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.The call from Ace still rang in my head. His frantic voice and words about the warehouse burning.At first I thought it was a lie. A bad joke. But when I rushed down, my worst fear became true. Smoke filled the air, thick and black. Flames rose to the sky. My warehouse, goods and everything I had stored were swallowed whole by the mysterious fire.