All Chapters of THE ALMEGA'S TWISTED OBSESSION : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"I love him."The thought surfaced, unbidden and terrifying, and it hit her with the force of a physical blow if not worse. She recoiled, her back hitting the door with a dull thud as her heart hammered against her ribs like that of a trapped animal."No. I don't. I can't."She tried to push the feeling back, to shove it into the dark corners of her mind where she kept the screams and the blood, but it was too late. The love was there, a living, breathing thing, entwined with the memory of his laughter, the way he looked at her as if she were the only light in a dark world, and the tenderness of his touch. She could still feel the phantom sensation of his fingers tracing her jaw, the sincerity in his voice when he told her she didn't have to fight alone. And then, the shift happened. The warmth vanished, replaced by a sudden, visceral wave of nausea. The memory of his kiss, which seconds ago had felt like salvation, now felt like a violation. She felt a surge of absolute disgust—not

Dinner was a sterile affair. The dining room, which was usually a place of warmth and shared laughter, felt cavernous and cold. The only sounds were the rhythmic clinking of silverware against porcelain, nothing else. Kael watched Morvienne across the table. She was eating, but it seemed mechanical. She was also not sitting close to him like before. Trying to bridge the growing chasm between them, he cleared his throat and attempted a light topic. "How's dinner? Enjoying it?" He looked at her, hoping for a flicker of excitement, a small smile, anything. But she didn't look up from her plate. She chewed slowly and swallowed. "Mm."Kael's smile faltered. "Just... mm? Are you not enjoying it? I can tell them to make something else.""No, no," she quickly said and looked up then, finally meeting his eyes for a brief second before glancing back down. "I am enjoying it." Kael nodded. "That's good," he murmured as the conversation died there. He tried once or twice more to bring up smal

Meanwhile, back in the mansion, Morvienne sat on the edge of her bed, the silence of the room pressing in on her. She remained perfectly still, her ears pricked for the sound of footsteps in the hallway as she waited for him. She expected Kael to burst through the door, demanding answers and grilling her until her facade cracked or maybe just come in and want to talk, but she expected him. "There is no way he wouldn't be a little suspicious," she thought, her mind racing. "But... How was I caught?" she wondered, brow furrowing. "I had been careful, silent. How?" The realization that he had been standing right there, waiting for her, left a bitter taste of uncertainty in her mouth. "Had he finally connected the dots? But he seemed shocked when he saw it was me.""What if he connects the dots?""I wouldn't be surprised. Kael is not to be underestimated.""What do I care? He'll find out soon anyway." Still, the thought that he might already know she was the one behind everything ma

Morvienne took a shuddering breath, her chest heaving as she fought to keep her composure. She reached up and aggressively wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She felt her heart hammering against her ribs, but she forced it to slow down as she hardened her mind, pulling a cold, thick wall around her emotions, shutting out the sight of his broken expression. She had to be the monster he now believed she was. "Because," she answered, her voice hollow and sharp, "I had to."A sudden, jagged laugh escaped her lips—a sound devoid of any real joy. She sniffed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. "Do you know what your family took from me?" she asked, laughing again, the sound bordering on manic. "Everything," she answered in a whisper, her expression filled with pain. "They took everything from me."She stepped closer, her voice rising, filled with a decade of stored-up agony. "My parents, my friends, my pack, everything... gone. Dead. All of them slaughtered.

Morvienne had stumbled out of the mansion and into the night air, the cold air hitting her face like a slap, but inside her chest a fire burned hotter than any winter wind. She pressed a hand to her throat, feeling the pulse jump under her fingertips as she made her way out of the pack, wanting to be far away from everything as much as she could. "It's not true," she whispered, voice cracking like dry wood as her breath came in short, ragged gasps. "It can't be. I'm not wrong. I'm... I'm the victim. I'm the one who lost everything. Me! My pain! I lost everything!" The words tore out of her throat, raw and jagged. Tears spilled over her cheeks, hot and relentless as she lurched forward, her bare feet sinking into the soft loam of the woods. The trees loomed tall, their branches stretching toward the sky, but she didn't see them. She saw only the faces of the people she had lost—her mother's smile, her father's laugh, her friends, the way her father's hand felt when he tucked her in.