All Chapters of An Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALEXThe air smells of sweat and iron.Swords clash in the distance, wood cracks against wood, and the ground shakes with every thud of impact. It’s early, but the courtyard behind the main hall is already alive with noise.Warriors sparring, betas barking orders, the occasional grunt of pain breaking through the morning chill.I hover at the edge, arms crossed, trying not to look like I don’t belong. Which is stupid, because I don’t.The Lycan King’s pack is a machine.Disciplined, ruthless, and far too synchronized for someone like me to just blend in. Skilled warrior or not.Everywhere I look, bodies move in rhythm, muscles gleaming under the pale sunlight. It should’ve been awe-inspiring, but all I feel is… small.And then, there are the whispers. Always the whispers.“That’s her, right?”“The one with the mask?”“Heard she got rejected.”I drag in a breath and pretend not to hear.“Hey.”I glance sideways. A petite brunette stands beside me, her bright green eyes darting nerv

ADRIANFor more than half a decade, I haven't been able to rid myself of the stink of that name. A stench so foul, I feel its poison seep through my skin at the very ooze of it. It started with whispers and rumors, until it infected the entire clan. And just when I thought I'd ridden myself of it, she comes down here to drag me back into it all.“Alex.” Just saying her name makes my muscles contort.My insides collectively clench, an inexplicable bubble of rage slithering within me. Well, not entirely inexplicable.After all, she's now become a stark reminder of that foul scent that's clung so tightly to my body. I wander through the manor, my feet carrying me to a sealed off part of the setting enveloped in unsettling silence.Dust creeps against the floor.Cobwebs angling the cracked edges.Even with the dim lighting, my body's somehow memorised this wing of the home. Crazy.‘Cause I've not been up here since he left. Since I banished him.As if, planned by fate, the light i

SERENATonight’s a bit more quiet than usual.A bit more discomforting than I'm willing to admit.Somehow, it feels like I'm the only one left after the training session. The soft, somber beat of silence should be normal. I share quarters with the Lycan King after all. Still, I'm unsettled.Probably because there’s only one empty seat I keep glancing at.Adrian’s.I poke at the food on my plate, then eventually give up, sliding it aside. He didn’t show up for lunch or dinner. Not that I was expecting him to… but after the way training went—Whatever. It doesn’t matter.I shouldn't care.I don't.I wash my plate, towel-dry it, then head upstairs. Maybe a bath will shut my mind up. The hot water steams the room instantly, fogging the mirror and softening my pulse. For a moment, I let my eyes fall shut, as I sink into the warmth.But even then… he’s still in my head.The sparring session.His voice.His body pressed against mine when we fellHis hands dragging me up.His eyes. Too

ALEXEvery part of my mind knows I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have gone back to the kitchen.I shouldn't have seen his scars, and I definitely shouldn't have followed him back up to his room.But every other part of me wants to be nowhere else but here. With his pain on my hands. Literally.While he’s standing shirtless, half-wet, and wearing nothing but a towel as if this is a perfectly normal night in the Alpha’s Quarters.I inhale slowly. Steady. Mimicking a professional.“Sit,” I say.He doesn’t argue.He lowers himself onto the stool by the bed, muscles tense but face unreadable.I head into his shower, then return with a bowl of warm water.Dipping a clean cloth in it, I pull it toward his back.The moment the cloth touches his skin, I feel him flinch.He doesn’t make a sound.But the twitch is there.A tiny, sharp betrayal his proud body couldn’t hide fast enough.“You’re hurting,” I murmur.“I’m fine,” he says. A lie clear as day.Up close, the wound looks worse.A deep

ADRIANIt's been three days.Three godsdamned days of training back-to-back, and today, my body feels like it’s running on the thinnest thread of restraint.But the weariness bristling through my body is nothing compared to the real thing needling at the back of my mind.Alex.Or more specifically… Last night.My fingers twitch at the memory, like they’re trying to recreate the shape of her hand against my cheek.“What am I doing?! Idiot!”I swing a punch too hard at the training dummy, and the wood splinters down the middle. A few warriors nearby flinch at the sound, but I couldn't care less.My mind won’t get away from her.From last night.From the warmth in her eyes when she knelt in front of me, her touch steady even when my body was shaking with pain.From the way she looked at my wounds. Like they weren’t disgusting, like… they weren’t monstrous.Like… I wasn't a monster.For a moment… a stupid, reckless moment… I let myself wonder what her fingers would’ve felt like if I’d let