All Chapters of Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

OliviaThe photograph lay face down on the bed between us.Grayson had not spoken for almost a minute. I counted the seconds by the pulse in my throat. Twenty-three hours. That was everything the blue handwriting had left us."We leave in ten minutes," he said at last. His voice was quiet, almost easy. "You stay three steps behind me. You speak to no one but Ben or me. If I say run, you run. If I say shift, you shift. Do you understand?"I looked at him. The gold was back in his eyes, and it stayed longer each time."No."He turned his head slowly. "Olivia.""Beside you. That is the only way I go.""This is not the moment.""It is the only moment. We did it your way. A locked door and a key turned from outside. Look at what is lying on that bed."The room grew warmer. His fingers curled at his sides."He is not sealed anymore," he said. It came out low, close to a growl. "I need you to hear that. There is no seal. There is me, holding him, every second I am awake. The moment someone p

OliviaThe man did not look at the empty cloth behind him. He looked at me."Come inside, Miss Jackson. Both of you." He stepped aside and gestured down the hall with one gloved hand. "Hector's men hold both ends of the street. Mine hold this house. You may meet his on the lawn, or you may rest here until sunrise.""And at sunrise?" Grayson said."I will ask for something. Until then, nobody in this house is touched. I have already given my word once this morning."I got to my mother before Grayson could stop me. He did not try. Her hands were cold. The cut under her jaw was shallow and had stopped bleeding. She gripped my wrist hard enough to hurt."Your father is in the kitchen," she whispered. "They tied him to a chair. He's alive."I listened. There, behind the kitchen wall, a heartbeat that was slow and heavy and angry. I almost laughed. My father was always angry long before he was afraid.Two men in gray stood at the foot of the stairs. They kept their eyes straight ahead. In t

OliviaI could not move my hand.The knocks came again. Three, slow, from inside the clay. Each one traveled up through my palm and into my arm and settled in my chest, where my wolf pressed hard against my ribs, wanting to answer."Olivia. Look at me.""I can't let go.""I know." Grayson's hands tightened over mine. "Brace."He tore my hand off the glaze.The seam gave a sharp crack and went dark. Grayson hissed through his teeth, and the room filled with the smell of scorched skin. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and held both hands away from his body. The vase sat on the quilt, green and ugly and silent. A line of sunlight had begun to creep across the carpet toward it.The knocking had stopped.I stared at my own palm. It was red but unmarked. His were another matter. The skin across both of them had gone white and split into blisters."Show me," I said."It is nothing.""Show me."He opened his hands. I took them carefully in mine. The blisters were already closing at the e