All Chapters of Alpha Mordecai: Love & Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Noah’s POVI had been driving for hours, my hands tight on the steering wheel.I glanced at the rearview mirror as Pinecrest territory moved further away, watching the trees blur past, my mind racing through several thoughts. My father’s voice kept surfacing in my head, flat and unbothered, telling me he had corrected my mistake. Then it would fade into the memory of Davin’s terrified face, the words tumbling out of him before he could stop them.They took her to the Blood Moon pack.I had spent weeks trying to do this the right way.I had written letters, careful ones, phrased so they wouldn’t raise suspicion, addressed to people I knew within Blood Moon pack, asking simple questions about pack matters that could help with what I was actually trying to find out. None of them had been answered.I had sent messages through traders who moved between territories, men who owed me favors and might have been willing to ask a few questions on my behalf. They came back refusing to say anything

Noah’s POVThe scarred woman didn’t offer any explanation. She just turned and started walking, leaving me standing there for half a second before I forced myself to follow.I didn’t like the way she had spoken to me. I didn’t like being told to follow like some kind of subordinate. But I had no choice, and if following her silently was what it took to get answers about Willow, then I would follow her silently.We moved deeper into the territory, and I started noticing things.Every Blood Moon warrior we passed acknowledged her. Some bowed their heads slightly as she went by. Others stepped aside without being told, clearing a path automatically, like it was second nature. Whoever she was, she carried real authority here.None of them showed the slightest respect to me.I saw plenty of them glancing at me with obvious curiosity as we passed. But it wasn’t the kind of attention I was used to. Back home, and in every other territory I had ever visited as Pinecrest’s alpha heir, people re

Noah’s POVI stood frozen, unable to move or form a single word.Willow was standing right there in front of me, alive.I had spent weeks imagining every possible version of what I might find when I finally reached Blood Moon, and none of them had prepared me for this.I had expected her to look broken. Thinner. Weaker. Frightened, carrying the same exhausted look she had worn during her final days at Pinecrest, after how I had betrayed her. Instead she looked healthier than I had ever seen her in all the years I had known her. There was color in her face, strength in the way she carried herself, something bright in her eyes I hadn’t seen since before we ever had to start hiding what we were to each other.She looked beautiful.My relief at seeing her breathing, standing, whole, was almost overwhelming.Before I could move or speak, Mordecai let out a slow breath and looked toward her.“You’re not supposed to be here,” he murmured.I wanted to warn her. She was standing in front of the

Willow’s POVThis was the last thing I had ever expected to happen to me today.I stood there, looking at Noah, trying to figure out what I was actually supposed to feel now that he was standing right in front of me.It felt bizarre. It was like looking at someone from a life I barely remembered. He was so familiar and so foreign at the same time, like I was looking at a photograph of someone I used to know rather than the man standing in front of me. My mind drifted to the last time I had seen him. He had been carrying Stacey away while I lay bleeding at the bottom of a staircase, my vision going dark, watching him choose her over me one final time.An ache moved through my chest at the memory.But it wasn’t the same ache as before. It wasn’t the crushing pain that used to swallow me whenever that memory replayed. The wound was still there, but it didn’t control me anymore.I studied him properly now. There were dark, heavy circles under his eyes, and stubble covered his jaw, making

Willow’s POVWith Mordecai gone, Noah brought up another memory. This one was about the time we had snuck extra bread from the kitchens and gotten caught by one of the cooks halfway back to my room.“You dropped half of it running,” he said, a small laugh escaping him. “I still don’t understand how. You weren’t even being chased that hard.”“I was terrified,” I defended. “She had a wooden spoon and she knew how to use it.”“You were laughing the whole time.”“I was laughing after. But while I was running, I was praying.”He laughed properly at that, and I found myself smiling too.“You still owe me for that bread, by the way,” he added. “I never got to eat my share.”“You dropped yours too.”“I dropped mine because you knocked into me.”“I did not knock into you. You tripped over your own feet.”“I was startled.”“You were clumsy.”For a few minutes, the conversation felt almost normal. It felt easy. It felt familiar in a way that unsettled me, like slipping back into an old habit I th