Todos os capítulos de My Alpha's Wild Obsession : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Lina had gone back to clear the grand dining table, just as Gwen had instructed, after she finished cleaning the gross room she slept. Her hands moved slowly, almost mechanically, not because she was physically tired from the endless scrubbing and wiping, but because her mind was far away, drifting back to a life that felt like a distant dream.The plates were barely touched, food scattered all over the gleaming table like no one cared, like it was worthless. She stared at the perfect, roasted chicken that hadn’t even been sliced into, still whole and golden, its skin glistening. The mashed potatoes sat untouched, swimming in untouched, rich gravy, and the golden rolls lay dry and forgotten at the edge of the basket, their crusts hardened."Why do they waste so much?" she muttered to herself, her voice a faint, bitter whisper that was lost in the vastness of the room. She picked up a gleaming silver spoon, its polished surface reflecting the opulent chandeliers, and dropped it into th

"I'm— I'm sorry, sir," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, like a pathetic sound. My head was still bowed, my gaze fixed on the shattered pieces of porcelain on the floor, not daring to look him in the face. Shame, hot and bitter, burned in my cheeks. But what he said next, the cold, sharp edge of his words, made me snap my head up, my eyes wide with a fresh surge of terror, to stare at his face."I told you not to combine thinking with work, Lina. I never paid for that," he said, as his voice became low, with a dangerous rumble. I could feel his face harden, his jaw clenching, because he spoke through tightly closed teeth, each word clipped and precise. His eyes, that were dark and unreadable, bore into mine, stripping away any pretense of composure I might have had left. The implication was clear, my thoughts, my feelings, my very existence beyond his command, were an offense."I'm sorry, sir," I repeated again, the words tasting like ash in my mouth, a useless, automatic respons

Kade's POV "Stop talking," I bit out, my jaw aching from how tightly I clenched my teeth. It was a low, dangerous whisper, just loud enough to slice through the sudden quiet of the fancy room. I had just finished fixing Lina's small, bleeding foot. The cut from the broken plate was a bright red line on her pale skin.I told her to focus, to think about her chores, anything but her wandering, stubborn thoughts. If she hadn't been so defiant, always questioning, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. And if she hadn't, I wouldn't have had to move so fast, wouldn't have stepped on those shards myself to keep her from falling worse, I wouldn't have gotten hurt. Now, after all that, she was worried about my injury? It made no sense, completely baffling, an absurd idea I couldn't even begin to understand.No human I had met like this, no "pet" I had ever "fed on," no throwaway body I had used to keep my cursed life going, had ever shown a hint of real concern. Their eyes were always full of terror

The anger was a hot, burning coal in my chest, spreading through my veins, making my muscles clench. It was directed not just at her, for being the catalyst for my hesitation, but at myself. At the weakness that had allowed a flicker of something resembling concern to surface in the previous chapter. At the human part of me that dared to question the wolf’s primal demands. This act, this raw, brutal assertion, was a battle against my own divided self. It was a desperate attempt to silence the nagging doubts, to drown out the whispers of a conscience I thought I had long since extinguished. Each thrust, each movement, was a hammer blow against the fragile wall of my own restraint.My hands moved, swift and deliberate, parting her legs with a force that left no room for protest, no space for resistance. I slid my cock inside her.I thrust harder, each movement was like a desperate, furious beat against the walls of my own self control. The bed creaked beneath us, a low groan that mingle

The bathroom door was opened, a dark rectangle against the opulent chamber, as Lina stood there, framed by the doorway. I watched her, my body relaxed against the cool, smooth porcelain of the bathtub, observing her every subtle movement. She was just there, a small, trembling figure, and I could see her body shivering gently, a faint tremor that ran through her. It wasn't from the cold, it was just fear. Pure fear, radiating from her like a palpable aura. It was a scent I knew well, a taste I craved."Come to the bathtub," I commanded, my voice low, a quiet rumble that echoed in the tiled space. My injured leg, the one I'd gashed protecting her from the broken plates, stuck out a little, a faint trace of dried blood visible on my skin, but it was just mild. It didn't hurt, not truly. The physical pain was a mere whisper compared to the constant, gnawing ache of the curse.Lina hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes wide, darting from my face to the bathtub, then back to my ey