All Chapters of Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Alpha GeorgeI stood outside the hospital room long after the door closed behind me, my hand resting against the cold wall, my brows drawn tight in thought. The scent of fear still lingered in the air—sharp, raw, unmistakable. Amy’s fear.That alone troubled me.Fear like that didn’t come from simple threats or imagination. It came from experience. From knowing someone was capable of destroying you without remorse.And she was afraid of Barney.I exhaled slowly, my wolf stirring beneath my skin, uneasy, alert. Amy was not just any woman who wandered into my territory half-dead and desperate. She was Marian’s closest friend. A woman who had been around power, politics, secrets, and dangerous men long enough to know when to run.And she ran.That meant something.I walked down the corridor, my steps measured, controlled. Alphas did not act on impulse—not when the stakes were this high. The healing center was quiet now, staff moving carefully, unaware that one frightened woman might shif

ALPHA JAKEI did not become Alpha by trusting my feelings.If I had, I would have died long ago.That was why I sat in my study, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the fire that burned low in the hearth, forcing myself to think clearly—coldly—despite the way Alyanna Hendricks had shaken something deep inside me.She was beautiful. Calm. Confident. Sharp in both mind and presence.And that alone told me one thing clearly.She could not be Ashley.I had known Alpha George’s daughter years ago. Everyone had. Ashley had been… different. Awkward. Overweight. Quiet to the point of invisibility. She followed behind others, eyes always lowered, shoulders hunched as if she wanted to disappear from the world.Alyanna Hendricks was the opposite.She walked like she owned the ground beneath her feet. She spoke with authority. She carried herself like a woman who knew her worth—and knew how to defend it.No amount of time could change a person that much.So no.I never once thought Alyanna was Ashley

ALPHA JAKEGary glanced at his watch again, and my stomach sank just a little.“Times up,” he said matter-of-factly, tapping the small digital display with his tiny finger. “I need to go. Actually… my mom doesn’t want me to talk to anyone. So… this could be our secret.”I blinked, a little caught off guard. My wolf, Liam, stirred in my mind immediately, curious and protective. Secret? he asked, nudging sharply.“Yes,” I said softly, smiling. “Our secret, then.”Gary’s eyes flicked up at me, serious as ever, though there was a faint mischievous spark hidden behind them. That spark—the one that hinted he was aware of more than he let on—made my chest tighten.“I… can I get your number?” I asked impulsively, almost hesitant. My alpha instincts told me to be cautious, but another part of me—a quieter, warmer part—wanted to stay connected to this boy. This strange, young, serious little man who made me feel… different.“Why?” Gary asked immediately, crossing his arms with that same calcula

ALPHA DWAYNEI couldn’t believe it. The moment I saw him—Alpha Jake—inside the healing center, my chest tightened, my claws itched, and my wolf, Leo, stirred restlessly. He was too close. Too confident. Too… him. And I knew, without thinking, that if I didn’t act, he would take what was mine—Alyanna, Gary. My pack. My responsibility.Leo growled sharply in my mind. He’s dangerous, Alpha. Don’t let him near them. Not now.“I know,” I muttered under my breath, fists tightening. “I won’t let him take her. Or the boy.”I had seen what he did—Alpha Jake always got what he wanted, charm, strength, and that magnetic pull that drew people in. Alyanna had been fragile when I found her after the… mess with her past, broken and confused, and I’d been there. I’d helped her stand, guided her, protected her. Gary had trusted me because I was steady, a father figure, a protector. I couldn’t let this outsider come and mess with that.So I went straight to the office, ignoring the curious glances from

GARYThe next day felt quiet in a strange way.Not the peaceful kind—more like the kind where questions sit in your chest and don’t want to leave. I was standing in the bathroom while my mom helped me take a bath. The warm water filled the tub, and steam floated up, making the mirror cloudy. My toys were already there, floating like tiny boats, but I wasn’t in the mood to play.Mom knelt beside the tub, rolling up her sleeves like she always did. Her movements were gentle, careful, like she was afraid I might break.I watched her for a while.Sometimes, when you’re quiet long enough, the questions get louder.“Mom?” I asked softly.“Yes, sweetheart?” she replied, smiling at me.I swallowed. My chest felt tight. “Is my father really dead?”Her hands froze.Just for a second.But I saw it.The smile disappeared from her face, and her eyes widened before she quickly looked away. She reached for the soap like she suddenly needed to be very busy.“Yes,” she said after a moment. “He is.”He