All Chapters of THE ALMEGA'S TWISTED OBSESSION : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kael had just reached for the door when it opened from the other side. Morvienne stood there, clearly on her way out, her hand still on the handle. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him. "You're back," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I thought you would stay longer."Her gaze searched his face. "How did it go?"A small smile tugged at his lips as he stepped forward, gently nudging the door wider. She moved back instinctively, allowing him in, then followed, closing the door behind them."It was good, actually," he replied, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt. Morvienne's hands lifted before he could do much, stopping his movements. "Let me," she said softly, a small smile on her lips.He didn't protest and her fingers worked steadily, unbuttoning his shirt as she looked up at him again. "So, was there anything found? Anything that could help?"Kael nodded once. "Yeah. We found a scent. Black orchid and Vanilla. A mix of both."Her fingers stilled. She li

Morning came softly, pale sunlight spilling through the windows of the mansion as Kael and Morvienne descended the stairs together, moving side by side in an ease that had begun to feel natural. Kael wore dark clothes already prepared for the day ahead, every inch of him composed and commanding. Beside him, Morvienne looked fresh from sleep, her hair falling neatly around her shoulders, and her expression calm. She was also ready for the day ahead in a simple outfit as they made their way toward the dining room. The moment Kael stepped through the doorway, the woman already seated there brightened immediately. Thalira rose at once, a wide smile spreading across her face as she crossed the room toward him, her eyes lit with a hopeful gleam that was fixed solely on him."Good morning, Kael," she said warmly, her voice carrying a subtle lilt of familiarity she wished he would return. "Did you sleep well?"Then Morvienne appeared beside him, stepping into view with a small, serene smile

"So... that's how you both met," Thalira murmured airily.Morvienne offered a gentle, composed smile. "Yes."Thalira didn't look away. Instead, her gaze drifted, slow and calculating, as if she were appraising a piece of furniture that didn't quite fit the room. A small, tight crease formed between her brows. "You don't seem like his usual type, though."The smile on Morvienne's lips softened, melting away into a look of quiet observation. She tilted her head, eyes searching Thalira's face for the hidden barb. "Do you know his type well?"Thalira let out a soft, scoff-like laugh—a sound that was barely a breath, yet managed to be utterly dismissive. She looked away for a second, as if the very idea of Morvienne fitting Kael's desire was an amusing joke."Well..." she began, her tone dripping with a faux-innocent sweetness, "let's just say—not you."The silence that followed was thick, but Morvienne simply looked at Thalira, her expression serene. "But I'm the one with him," Morvienne

Dinner had been a fragile peace, a thin veneer of civility that Morvienne felt cracking with every daring glance Thalira cast toward Kael. The girl's boldness was becoming something else, and it was starting not to feel very pleasant to Morvienne. Later, as they lay entwined in the dim, amber-hued sanctuary of their bedroom, the silence heavy with things Morvienne couldn't quite articulate, she pressed her face against the broad expanse of Kael's chest, the steady thrum of his heart echoing against her cheek."She likes you," Morvienne whispered. "What?" Kael asked, not fully understanding what she was talking about, his hand continuing its slow, rhythmic journey over her waist."She likes you," Morvienne repeated, her voice a bit low, but clear enough to be heard. "Thalira... she likes you."The rhythm of his hand faltered as the silence that rushed in to fill the gap became heavy. Kael exhaled, a soft sound of confusion and patience, before he pressed a tender kiss to the crown of

Morvienne sat at the edge of the bed for a long while afterwards, elbows on her knees and her fingers pressed to her temples. The cool press of her own skin against her forehead grounded her, but the tremor in her hands refused to fade. She had lost control.Not just of her emotions, but of her powers as well. That had never happened before. Not once. And even if it had... It was never like this. This felt strange and sudden. She hadn't even recognized it until the damage had been done. Thalira had crossed a boundary, yes. That much was true. The woman had been doing too much to get under her skin. "She deserved it," Morvienne whispered to herself. "But... something is definitely wrong with me. My emotions are becoming a problem," she admitted.For someone whose heart had once been consumed by cold, methodical revenge, all these new feelings—jealousy, longing, vulnerability—all of it, were becoming unbearable. They distracted her. Weakened her. Pulled her away from what mattered. S