All Chapters of Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

KYLAI curled myself into the corner of the cell, the cold stone biting through my coat, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. My hands shook as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I wasn’t crying from fear—not entirely. No, it was anger. Betrayal. And, yes… the ache of something I could not admit even to myself.I had been a predator all my life. A Gamma. A wolf. A woman who knew how to take what she wanted, how to survive. And yet, here I was… trapped, humiliated, and at the mercy of a pack I should have controlled, or at least manipulated.The door clanged, and my head snapped up. Lester. My Beta. The one piece of comfort I hadn’t fully lost. His footsteps echoed in the corridor as he knelt beside the bars, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes were soft. Concerned. Maybe even a little hurt that I had let myself be caught.“Kyla…” he whispered. His voice carried the weight of both the Alpha and the friend I secretly craved. “I… I had to come.”I swallowed, my

ALPHA DWAYNEI slammed the doors of the Healing Center behind me, the echo of my own footsteps down the marble hallway sounding like thunder in my chest. The air outside felt different—tainted with the tension I carried. Every nerve in my body was alert, every instinct screaming. Alyanna Hendricks. Alpha Jake. Gary. Alpha George. All of them—safe for now, unaware of the storm I was about to unleash.My claws dug into the leather of the steering wheel as I drove back to my mansion. Beta Lester would be waiting. Always waiting. And I could almost hear the questions forming on his lips before I even opened the door.“Alpha,” Lester greeted, voice tense but controlled. His eyes flicked to mine, searching. “I… I need to ask you something.”I didn’t answer immediately. I just stood there, chest heaving, scent sharp in the room, wolf simmering beneath my skin. Lester’s gaze didn’t waver, and I could see him debating whether to step closer or retreat. I took a slow step toward him, my shadow

LESTERI woke before the sun. There was a weight in my chest I couldn’t shake—the kind of ache that gnawed at you from the inside. Kyla. Even the thought of her, lying alone in that cold prison cell, made my stomach twist. She had been so stubborn, so sharp, so alive, and now… I couldn’t shake the image of her tears, the way she had glared at me like I owed her the world and had failed.I didn’t sleep well that night. I couldn’t. The memory of her sobbing voice, whispering her secrets and fears, played on a loop in my head. And I kept thinking about Alpha Dwayne—how easily he had silenced her, how easily he had twisted the world around us to make it look like she’d failed.The streets were still wet from last night’s rain when I pulled up to the prison. My car idled a few meters from the gates. The early morning light reflected off the wet asphalt, and everything felt muted—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for a storm. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles g

GaryI was lying on the soft hospital bed, feeling the steady rise and fall of my chest with each breath. My arms were still weak, my legs shaky when I tried to move, but at least the color was coming back to my skin. The poison that had nearly claimed me and my grandfather had left me trembling, scared, but alive. I looked around the healing center, the faint smell of herbs and antiseptic filling my nose. Healers walked quietly around, muttering to themselves, and Alpha Jake had been here constantly, checking every single detail of my care.“Mom,” I said softly, my voice hoarse from days of weakness. I turned my head to see Alyanna sitting in the chair beside my bed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were tired but focused on me. She had been through so much, and yet she never let it show. “Mom… I remember something.”Her head tilted slightly, a mix of concern and curiosity flashing across her face. “What do you remember, Gary?” she asked gently. She reached out and

AlyannaI woke up slowly. My head felt heavy, and my chest was tight with a sharp, stinging pain. I tried to breathe deeply, but it hurt. The air smelled like clean soap and medicine. I knew this smell. It was my healing center. I was in my own hospital.I forced my eyes to open. The light in the room was soft, but it still made me squint. Then, I saw him. Jake was sitting in a chair right next to my bed. He looked terrible. His hair was messy, his face was covered in dark stubble, and his eyes were red. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. When he saw my eyes open, he jumped up and grabbed my hand. His skin was so warm against mine."Alyanna?" he whispered. His voice was shaky and thick with emotion. "Oh, thank God. You’re awake. You’re finally awake."I tried to speak, but my throat felt like it was full of sand. He saw me struggle and quickly poured a glass of water, holding the straw to my lips. I took a small sip, and it felt like heaven."Gary..." I gasped out. My voice was j