All Chapters of An Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LIAMAfter being unconscious for nearly two weeks, Maya woke up today. I hadn't told anyone, not even Adrian. But there was only so long I could go without breaking the news. Besides, Adrian comes up to the infirmary to check on her everyday, so while I made it up there at noon, I half-expected him to already be there. Only… it wasn't him. It was—“Logan?”He leans against the railing of the windows, staring down at the almost empty training facility. Instinctively, my eyes dart back to my mate. “Maya” I mutter, rushing to her, and I guess Logan interpreted that exactly as I meant it. She groans, asleep and not in pain. That's good. “You didn't think I'd hurt her, did you?” He says. My eyes reach him and the unimpressed expression he greets me with. We haven't exactly had the best history. “What do you want?” I mutter. He searches me with his eyes, prying for information he won't find, then leans off the railings. “I actually came down here to congratulate you” he says. “Y

ALEX These aren't the borders I remember. We stop just across from it and my body soaks up the details it's been dying to focus on since the drive up here. The scent of cold, almost stale air fills my nose, combatted only by what has to be blood and nothing else. Beyond us, a communion of trees and shrubs, strikingly different from the part of the plain all three of us stand.“What happened to sigils?” I mutter, and they both hide the chuckle working in their throats.“These aren't the pack borders. They're the clans” Zane says, like I understand what the difference is. All it looks like is the end of a desert where the stretch of barrenness meets cold chill of darkness. There's this awful taste at the back of my throat, gently rising as we scan the premises for foreign scents or unusual faces… or whatever Zane was muttering about back there. Can't piece together most of what he's saying when my senses keep clashing between every step we take across this place. Something feels

ADRIANI've been here less than a minute, and I already remember how much I hated this place. If it were only the thick, freezing breeze carrying needling air from time to time, it would've been manageable.But no. It's not just that.The whispering of winds across the trees that border these grounds, the way my skin crawls with every step I took into this place……and then, Her scent. That familiar, spine-crippling scent.I hate it!“Get her out of here. You all reach border. I'll meet you at the packhouse.”“But—”“Go” I assure Zane before he can ask. I don't look back at him though, my eyes on her, and her's on me through the mirror in front of her.“Bye Alex” she smirks as Zane carries her alongside Sage and the trio dissapear into the forest’s bed.A beat of silence lasts between us, the guided glance holding for more than a couple seconds. Then, she speaks. “You could've taken it a little easier on him though” she turns, glancing at her monster of a henchman. “I did” I answer.

SAGEWhy didn't I sense them?Those Black Blood bastards had the jump on us before I could even react. How did I let that happen?!I barely even notice my tightened fists until the crack of the weapon in my hand brings me back to the present. My eyes catch the broken blade, and a short burst of memory hits me hard.“Keep pulling your punches, and one day you'll meet someone too bored to take you serious.”My muscles coil on instinct. That voice. That unimpressed expression. Years have passed since I was rescued from the Lnnes that beat strength into my body, yet the memories still plague me without relent. “Calm down” I tell myself, exhaling as I try to return normalcy to my system. A lost cause. It's the same thoughts that have been spiraling in my mind since we got back. If Adrian hadn't come, would that have been the end?Rustling behind me forces my senses to diverge once more. I glance back and Alex's sleeping behind me. Papers sprawled underneath her head, hair whipping ac

ALEX Everytime. Every damn time. Why is he always the one. My feet stop in place, and unwilling as I am, I raise my head to look at him. He shouldn't even be here. Aren't party organisers always at the party? So why's he standing in front of me, feigning concern or whatever that glint in his eyes is supposed to be. “What do you want?” I mutter. His gaze softens, but I pretend not to notice. When he takes a step towards me, I take one back before the space between us can close. “This isn't the time, Logan. What… do you want.” For a moment, he doesn't even reply. Just keeps looking at me, oblivious yet somehow aware. “Everyone's at the party. Noticed you weren't up there so I… you know?” No. I don't know. And right now, I don't care. Letting out a breath, I try to quiet the hundred thoughts ckawing at my head. I don't have the time or energy for this. But just as I shift sideways and attempt to walk past him, he blocks me. “Logan” my hands clench at my sides.