All Chapters of An Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ADRIANIt felt like I was dropped into a strange place. A room with four walls, sliding closer and ready to press in on me. I could feel them crush me before my hands even reached out to shove them back. Maybe it was the glint of the moon as it spilled reckless white light across the plains. Maybe it was the feel of the earth underneath me, the audible crunch whenever my feet moved. Because as unfamiliar as all of this felt, my body recognised it as a piece of memory, crawling in from the life I'd lived before now. Logan. I'd never been convinced he was better than me at anything until it came to sparring lessons during training. I never entered the training grounds with an atom of doubt in my mind, yet I couldn't stop my body from jittering before we'd even start. I was scared. Not because he was bigger, faster, perhaps even stronger. But because… he was him. Logan knew everything I didn't. How much force his body would generate if he'd planted his foot a certain way. How little

ADRIANI hadn't said a word since leaving the hospital. She hadn't either. I found a modest hotel a couple blocks west of the area, and planned to lodge there for the rest of the day. She followed closely behind. Close, yet far. Confusingly so, the receptionist asked if we were booking together or not.I wasn't going to abandoned her. The best course of action was keeping her safe… even though that probably meant I should keep her as far away from me as possible. It was a three star hotel, so it wasn't anything much. Just the best a city like this could boast off. Light spilled into the room from the sought crack in the window, but that was as far as the downsides to this place got. The shower was working, the beds seemed comfortable and the slight serenity the space provided even in the middle of a no man's land, was probably as good as anything here could get. For a moment, I let the air in the room shift a bit, pulling the curtains slightly apart. Just enough to let some fresh

DRAKENShe glides the wet cotton over my bruised face and I ignore the sting that blooms across it. My line of work's allowed me get used to injuries like this, but…“You've never been hurt this badly before” she says. “Was he really that strong?”I tilt my head away, allowing enough space between us to let her hang hand in the air. She looks back at me innocently, while I sit with my hands stifled, controlling the urge to rock her across the face. “Sorry, I'm just concerned” she adds. “These wounds are a lot deeper than they should be. And I doubt you'll recover as soon as you—”“You have one job” I growl. “Do it.”She looks away, heaving a discomforting sigh before dumping the piece of cotton into the trash can. “I've told you not to speak to me like that” she stands, walking off towards her computer. “When you're ready to speak with respect, let me know.”My mother always knew how to throw a tantrum, especially over the most miniscule things. How hard can it be to clean a wound w

LOGAN From the start, I knew something was off about that damned Higher Council.Wolves just like us, yet they knew more about the humans than we ever got the chance to. They claimed to be a system set up after the great shift, proof that wolves could exist in human territory and live perfectly normal. Yet they're obsessed with keys, a curse, and a destination that was purposely set as far away from them as possible. Still, as lopsided as it all looked, I chose to keep quiet about it. After all, we were taken and brought down here. Powerless before them, and forced to do exactly as they wanted. “Logan?” A guard at the helm recognises me. “What are you doing back here?”I was probably weaker than they were because my body took a while to adjust to these conditions. But. Weak as I was, I wasn't blind or stupid. There was only one way those fools at the bar knew where we were headed before we even reached. “I asked you a question” he barks, a little loud for someone holding a positi

ALEXI wasn't born with these scars on my face. Before the “masked warrior”, or a life treated as a weapon that the Blood Moon Pack used at will, I was as normal as any prospective Luna waiting to dangle in the arms of love. My sister and I were trained as royals from the very start. Tight schedules bled into tightened pastures. The 8am lectures that were meant to groom us to become nothing short of trophies any man could put on display. As the case always is, the moment we found out fated mates, the Blood Moon Pack would live on through them.But… Adriana and I were a bit different from the lot. The dresses fit a little too tight to pass as comfortable. The lectures bored me to death. I couldn't stand the sight of fancy dinners or suitors in tailored suits that only approached because of what my father's pack had to offer. Maybe that's why I fell in love with Micah to begin with. He was a breath of fresh air. As different as we seemed, in a lot of ways, we were so similar. He