All Chapters of Alpha's Obsession: The Veilblood Omega : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Come on, little brother,” Markus laughed behind him, breathing hot and cruelly. Don’t tell me you’re already tired.Eyrix bit back a cry as the chain around his wrists jerked. Silver bit into his flesh. The metal burned, poisoning his blood, keeping his wolf trapped in that half-formed state that hurt more than any blade. He tasted iron and rot as his face smashed into the dirt.I… I’m not your brother anymore. Eyrix rasped.Aeron laughs—lower, darker. You were never our brother. You were Father’s mistake.The Ironclaw Alphas emerged from the trees like demons from a nightmare. Three of them—Aeron, Markus, and Darius. All tall, broad, and gleaming with power, their wolves just under their skin. Their eyes glowed amber in the moonlight as they circled him.They had been doing this for days. Eyrix had lost track of time after the first time they’d broken his ribs.“Let him run again,” Markus said lazily, wiping blood from his knuckles. It’s boring if he doesn’t try.Aeron yanked the ch

Eyrix didn’t wait long after the door slammed. Silence crept back into the holding room, thick and uneasy, broken only by the hum of the soft metallic creak of the chains when he shifted his weight. His wounds still burned, but Ryder’s wolf-scent lingered in the air like a shadow, heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.He swallowed and tested the restraints again. The runes glimmered faintly, reacting to his touch. They were strong, designed to hold feral Alphas and raging Omegas alike. Ironclaw had used the same kind on prisoners of war.But they weren’t perfect.Eyrix closed his eyes and focused inward, past the pain, past the fear, down to where his wolf curled tight inside him. Something was different now. Ever since Ryder had inhaled his scent, ever since that strange hunger had flashed across his face, he had felt… awake in a way he never had before.He breathed slowly, letting the strange warmth in his blood spread. The chains vibrated faintly. With a sharp twist of

The room they threw Eyrix into was small, white, and far too clean. The door shut with a heavy clang, sealing him inside with nothing but the faint hum of electricity and the weight of the collar around his throat.He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, the echoes of Ryder’s gaze still clinging to his skin like frost.Then the memories came. They always did when he was trapped.Ironclaw Dominion had smelled of smoke, stone and blood of old power and older cruelty. He could still see it if he closed his eyes—the high, arched ceilings, the banners stitched with their sigil, the throne carved from the bones of fallen enemies. It had been beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful and just as deadly.You are a disgrace, Aeron’s voice echoed in his mind, sharp and cold. He remembered kneeling in the center of the great hall, wrists bound behind his back, blood dripping onto the polished floor. Markus and Darius had stood on either side of him, their faces hard, their eyes glowing wit