All Chapters of Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MarianI barely had time to breathe before everything collapsed even further.Alpha Jake stood up from his seat, his chair scraping loudly against the marble floor. The music continued, laughter still echoed around the hall, but my ears caught only that sound.“I’m leaving,” he said coldly.My heart slammed hard against my ribs.Beta Barney rushed to him first. “Alpha Jake, please,” my father said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “The celebration has just started. At least stay a little longer.”Alpha Jake shook his head. His face looked pale, his jaw tight. “I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to ruin the night.”I stepped forward quickly. “Alpha Jake—Jake—please,” I said, lowering my voice. “It’s my father’s birthday. Just a few more minutes.”He looked at me.Really looked at me.And for a second, I hoped. I hoped the oil had somehow worked. I hoped I could still win.But his eyes were empty.No heat. No hunger. No longing.Just distance.“I’m sorry, Marian,” he said cal

MarianThe truth of it pressed against my chest until it hurt to breathe.I didn’t even realize Ryan had followed me out of the main hall until his scent wrapped around me—hot, sharp, restless. My steps slowed. My wolf bristled, uneasy, warning me before my mind fully caught up.“Ryan,” I said, stopping near one of the side corridors. “We need to talk.”He smiled too quickly. Too eagerly. His eyes weren’t playful now—they were burning, locked on me in a way that made my skin crawl.“I was hoping you’d say that,” he replied.I turned sharply and faced him. “Listen to me. You need to stop.”He frowned. “Stop what?”“This,” I snapped, gesturing between us. “The flirting. The looks. The way you’re acting around me.”Ryan stepped closer instead of backing away. “I don’t know why you’re upset. You feel it too.”“No, I don’t,” I said firmly. “Whatever you’re feeling—it’s not real.”His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not lying,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “You’re under something.

RyanI didn’t remember the drive home.That scared me.One moment I was standing outside Beta Barney’s mansion, night air biting at my skin, trying to breathe Marian out of my lungs—and the next, I was pulling into our driveway, engine ticking as it cooled, my hands still clenched so tightly around the steering wheel my fingers ached.Her scent lingered.That wasn’t normal.I slammed the car door harder than necessary and strode toward the house, hoping movement would shake her from my head. It didn’t. Every step felt like I was walking deeper into her shadow. My wolf prowled inside me, restless, impatient, hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food.Go back, he urged.“No,” I muttered. “Enough.”The front door opened before I reached it.“Ryan?”My mother’s voice—calm, familiar, grounding—hit me square in the chest. Isabel stood there in her house slippers, cardigan pulled tight around her shoulders, silver-streaked hair pinned neatly back. Her sharp eyes scanned my face in one

RyanThat question followed me into the morning like a shadow I couldn’t shake. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, Marian’s face appeared—sometimes cold and furious, sometimes frightened, sometimes so close I could almost feel her breath on my skin. When dawn finally came, it felt more like a warning than relief.My mother was already awake.I smelled the herbs before I even entered the kitchen—ground leaves, dried flowers, something bitter and sharp. Isabel stood by the counter, carefully wrapping a small bundle in black cloth. She looked up when she sensed me.“You’re up,” she said softly.“I didn’t really sleep,” I replied, grabbing a glass of water.She nodded like she expected that. “Neither did I.”We didn’t talk much after that. Words felt useless. The drive to Selena’s place passed in tense silence, broken only by the sound of tires on gravel as we left the main road. The farther we went, the heavier the air became, thick with old magic and secrets that didn’t belong

MarianThe door closed behind Ryan with a dull, final sound.I stood there for a long moment, my back against the wall, my chest rising and falling as if I had just run miles. My fingers were still trembling, not from fear—but from adrenaline. From excitement. From the dangerous thrill curling deep inside my belly.I slowly exhaled.Then I laughed.Soft at first. Then louder.“Oh, Ryan…” I murmured to the empty hallway. “You have no idea.”I pushed myself away from the wall and walked back into my room, heels clicking against the marble floor. The curtains fluttered slightly as the night wind brushed past the open window. The moonlight spilled inside, pale and cold, touching my vanity, my mirror, my bed.Everything was still mine.Riza, Amy, and Jessy were already there, sitting on the couch like impatient wolves waiting for blood.Jessy was the first to speak. “Well?” she asked, eyes wide. “What did he say?”I poured myself a drink before answering. My hands were steady now. Perfectl