บททั้งหมดของ An Alpha's Obsession : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 2: Power and Payback MICAH's POV“You're late Micah. I thought we'd all agreed to make it here before midnight.”“You of all people know how important today is. If we don't get an opening tonight, he'll elude us once more.”“And why did you bring ‘her’ with you” yet another thinks it smart to question me. “When push comes to shove, you of all people know how strong she is. What if she sides with the Lycan King and—”“Are you scared, Roman?” I cut in, and the Alpha of the White Water Pack momentarily hesitates. “Scared?”“Alex is my fiancée. Isn’t that your wife gossiping with the twins over at the bar?” I gesture, toying with his temper. “We both know that's a different case.”“Why?” I tilt my head, pulling a glass of wine offered by the Omega beside us. “Why can you bring Helen and I can't bring Alex?”“Because—”“I wasn't talking to you Jacob” I glance at the Alpha of the BlackWood Pack… the one who signalled me from Alex and started this conversation in the first place.

Chapter 4Alex's POV Not once since this scuffle started has everyone been stunned silent like they are now. Too scared that the tension may swing in their direction, it's as if the entire hall is hanging by a thread.“You're pathetic” Adriana bells the cat, sucking the tension in for herself. “Yet somehow I'm not surprised. You wouldn't know shame if it were served to you on a silver platter.”Her words enter one ear and go out the other. She's not my focus right now. Micah is. He doesn't utter a word, yet his silence constructs a million sentences. I guess the pain from rejecting a mate bond goes both ways. “I'm done here.”“And where do you think you're going, you murderer!” Adriana hurls, evidently far from finished. “Tell them! Tell everyone here that you were the one that started the fire that killed mom and dad eight years ago.”I barely react, walking in the opposite direction, and it's a gesture she doesn't let slide. “Why you little—”“I'm afraid I can't let you do that

ALEXI'm not sure what it is.The gentle breeze wafting over my face, the subtle warmth from underneath the blanket, or the realization that I lay naked in a bed too tempting to crawl out of. Perhaps it's a culmination of every last one of them that awakens my senses. My eyes gradually flicker open, and the golden hue to the room suggests the morning sun's peeking over the horizon.My body's a little slower to react, but when it finally catches up, I sit up, and the blanket falls from my body, revealing my bare breasts.I instinctively reach for it, but before I can completely raise it over my bust, the sound of discontinuous grunts toggles my anxiety.My gaze darts to the side of the room, and right in front of door, he leans, arms crossed, bare-chested, and posture poised. His messy dark hair hangs right over his eyes, and I'm not sure if it's the golden glow to the room, or my unfocused gaze that details his perfectly sculpted muscles alongside his alluring scars and tattoos. Wh

ALEXAdrian Frost.The Lycan King.Before now, he’d only ever existed in whispers and orders……Commands that trickled down through the ranks of his War Lycans.For all I knew, he was a shadow man.And though his name struck fear into the hearts of everyone who heard it, I'd written him off as something next to a myth.A tale at midnight.A face one would only get to see once in a blue moon.But now, I realize…“I was in bed… with the Lycan King?!”The thought claws its way back to the front of my mind for what feels like the hundredth time.I stand frozen, hollowed out by the echo of my own disbelief.Only when the dim light filters through the room’s wide windows do I realize where I am.A manor.Spacious. Silent. I glance around, trying to piece together fragments of memory that won’t fall into place.Where am I?How did I get here?Where’s Adriana… or Micah?And who—My thoughts halt when I see him.A shadowed silhouette, seated calmly across the room, bathed in the faint glow of

ALEXMy first night in the home of Alpha of Alphas.His gammas led me up to these quarters a couple hours back, and though I replied with an air of disinterest, it's like Adrian knew what I wanted before a word rolled down my tongue. Deep wine and cream sheets lay over the soft bed, while the soft hue of the moonlight spills inside from the half-drawn curtain.It smells of cedar and smoke.Adrian's scent. Which tells me he probably had this card up his sleeve even before I agreed to stay here.Why do I still remember his scent?!I need to focus.I need to endure.It's only my first night. But with every second that ticks by, my resolve falters. I turn to my side. Then to the other. Pull the covers up. Push them down. Nothing helps.I can't sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.The glint in his gaze. The warmth of his skin when he was too close. The way my name sounded in his voice.Low, deliberate, like he was testing how much control I really had left.Gods. Why does it f