All Chapters of An Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LOGANLike hell I care. Hate, regret, scorn, it makes no difference to me. I didn't force myself on her that night and that's all that matters. She CHOSE me. And now I'm the bad person because her conscience finally decided to kick in. What a joke. I move passed the packhouse, taking the back route towards the main hall a stone’s throw away. To think I wanted to use Adrian's birthday as an excuse to spend more time with her, yet here I am, definitely in the mood to accept whatever's thrown my way at the party. Alcohol, some more music, and who knows? Another little lady for the night wouldn't hurt as well. But right before I can reach the space, I stop. My fists clench before I control them, blood pulsing an unwelcome pressure across my veins. “Who are you, and why are you following me?”I don't turn. Not yet, but it's not like the scent is an unfamiliar one. “Don't waste my time. Step out of the shadows before I drag you out of it” I glance back through the corner of my eyes,

ALEXI can't explain the heaviness weighing my body down. In truth, that isn't the only thing that feels off. My ears are ringing, my muscles loose and weak. I can't tell what’s happening around me, or why things suddenly feel this way, but none of it would've probably made sense… until I finally find the strength to lift my eyelids. The space around me isn't unnatural, but very unfamiliar. A lamp stande to the far right, sending streaks of orange warmth around the room. I’m on something steady but uncomfortable. Maybe a bed. Maybe a wooden rest. Not sure what it is, but It protests against every muscle with every breath I take.“Where am I?” The words escape my mouth. I try to sit up, but feel something invisible pull me back down.“Oh, you're finally awake!” I hear. My eyes slowly drift to the space beside me, and rest on the lady seated pretty comfortably. She's dressed in dark, thick clothing. A black dress with enough designs to take the attention of its plainness. Crossing he

ADRIANThe cursed one?I'm… the “cursed” one?I should've spoken at that, but it'd be futile anyway. I have no idea where I'm at. Why I'm here, or who any of these people are. But I'd be lying if I said the pieces aren't already falling into place. “Anna Frost” I think to myself. It can't be a coincidence. Logan's emotions and the continuous context it's brought up in. I glance to her, standing a couple feet beside us, explaining whatever her lips are spewing to the judge-like figures before us. “She's… my sister?” I think to myself. How does that even make sense? I've never seen her a day in my life. All I remember… was… I was…Ugh. Why can't I remember?I was headed to the rooftop with Sage. Yes. And then all a sudden, I caught a strong note. One of a Lycan I'd never caught before, imprint on the pack grounds. I ditched Sage before she could even react, and found myself on the hallway, a stretch from the person I assumed to be the culprit. And Alex on the other side of him. N

LOGANNot once when they mentioned keys did I think they were referring to… people.Made it seem like we were going on this treasure hunt, when we're actually hunting humans. Well, sort of. “From what Anna said, she should be in there” Adriana murmurs, looking down at her phone as we arrive at the location. It's a club on the south side of the city. Not a very big one, but noisy enough to do its job. “Good. Keep a low cover and follow my le—”“That’s not how plans work” she pulls me back by my collar before I can walk out of the bushes. Tch. “Plan? What do we need to a plan for?” I turn back to her. “Just get in the club and get her out. Simple.”“Have you forgotten why we're here?” She replies, already sounding like someone not too fond of this partnership. “To find—”“To get the third member” she interrupts. Again. “Sneaking into a club is exactly what not to do if you're trying to blend in and avoid suspicion.”“I'm sure there's a reason Anna made me leader, and not you.”“S

LOGANHere I was, thinking my senses weren't all that dull in the human territory. Yet I couldn't hear or smell someone in the same room as me?Tch. Or was it the perfumes that threw me off.“I asked you a question, stalker” I feel the mouth of the gin kiss the back of my head. “Don't make pull this.”Ughh. This is so irritating. But,“You won't pull that trigger” I call her bluff. “You're an innocent stripper that knows nothing besides dicks and ca—”The words barely leave my mouth when a gunshot rattles the room. I jolt before my body can even comprehend its position, and head the mirror shatter in front of me. What the—The gun falls to the floor, and for a split second, Debbie and I look back at each other. But unlike her, a calm drizzle travels up my spine. The moment she attempts to reach, she hears the reason for my calmness. “I don't think you want to do that” Adriana says behind her. With a “gun” of her own. “Tch. You brought a friend” Debbie hisses, while Adriana signals