All Chapters of My Alpha's Wild Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Must we drag on this issue, each time you visit, Lyric?" Kade's voice was calm, almost too calm, but there was an unshakeable firmness to it. He looked at Lyric like she was a child throwing a tantrum, his dark eyes holding no warmth, only a kind of weary patience. His voice wasn't loud, not a shout that would echo through the grand halls, but it had the kind of quiet weight that could silence a whole room, make the very air still.Lyric blinked hard, her eyes stinging from unshed tears of frustration. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breathing shallow and ragged, betraying the storm raging inside her. Her throat felt tight, as if something heavy was stuck in it, a ball of anger and hurt she couldn't swallow."You're making it so difficult for me, Kade!" she burst out, the words raw, trying to hold back the full force of her frustration. "Why are you being so stubborn? Why won't you just accept what's meant to be?" Her nails dug into her palms, sharp points pressing into her skin

A clattering sound, sharp and sudden, ripped through the heavy silence of the dining hall. The last plate, still in my trembling hand, slipped from my grasp. It hit the polished marble floor with a sickening smash, shattering into countless jagged pieces that scattered like cruel, glittering teeth.I gasped, a small, choked sound of pure fear. My heart leaped into my throat, pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. What might Kade do to me now? The thought screamed in my mind, as a fresh wave of terror washed over me. "What should I do?" The question was a desperate, silent plea, like a whisper of utter helplessness.I bent down, my body stiff with dread, to pick up some pieces of the broken plates. My movements were slow, cautious, as if the very air around me might shatter too. I moved with my bare toes, carefully, quietly, trying to avoid the sharp edges, trying to gather what remained of the plates without making another sound. My fingers, still raw and aching from the scrubb

"Sir, here it is," Gwen said, her voice flat and emotionless, as she dropped a plain, rectangular box onto Kade's massive, dark wooden desk. The sound was a dull thud, barely audible in the vast, silent chamber.Without another word, without even a glance in my direction, she turned and left, the heavy door clicking shut behind her, sealing me in once more with the unpredictable Alpha. I was just sitting on Kade's huge, soft bed, my body still trembling, my mind like a chaotic mess of fear and confusion, not knowing what he was planning to do to me. My eyes, wide and full of a desperate curiosity, watched his every move, trying to decipher his intentions.Kade took up the box, his large hand dwarfing it, and came towards me without even making a sound. His footsteps, if he made any, were utterly silent on the thick, plush carpet. He moved like a shadow, a silent predator.He sat across from me on the same bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. I drew back quietly, instin

“Hmmm.” That was the only sound that managed to escape my lips, a low, guttural rumble that felt more like a vibration deep in my chest than an actual word. It was a sound of something akin to satisfaction, a dark, twisted pleasure that coiled in my gut as I watched Lina.Her small body, still trembling beneath my hand, was a picture of pure, unadulterated panic. Her eyes, wide and swimming with a terror so profound that it made her pupils look like bottomless pits, darted around the opulent chamber, searching for an escape that simply did not exist.Every ragged breath she took, every tiny, desperate tremor that ran through her, filled me. It was not the kind of fullness that came from a meal, or from power gained, but a different kind of satiation, a grim, unsettling sense of completion that settled deep within the hollow spaces of my being.The sight of her fear, stark and raw, was a strange fuel. It stoked a fire within me, a cold, calculating flame that whispered of purpose, of m

"Sir, please, I have a family that looks up to me," Lina said, her voice a raw, desperate sob, thick with tears. She was still on the bed, her body trembling, her eyes wide and pleading. I lay on the bed, my gaze fixed on her, observing her desperate struggle.Lina, with trembling hands, used the bed cover, a thick, luxurious silk, to try and shield herself, pulling it up to cover her firm breast. This act of defiance, this attempt to reclaim even a sliver of modesty, made me feel a surge of pure, cold anger.I slammed my hand down on the bed cover, the heavy fabric rustling with the force of my movement, and with a swift, brutal tug, I pulled it off from her body, sending it flying to the floor. Her whole body was exposed again, vulnerable and bare, just as I intended."You dare not shield yourself here," I said, my voice a low, dangerous growl that echoed in the vast chamber. "I owned you." My words were a brand, a chilling assertion of my absolute power. I sat up on the bed, my gaz