The Alpha's Obsession

Aiden watched his blood seep into the bowl full of things of which he’d rather not know the origin, and then looked at the oracle expectantly.He had fulfilled his task, which had consisted of making a werewolf pack stay out of the oracle’s business, and it had been no easy feat… since as he was the US alpha ultra’s son, and this was considered Canadian territory, not messing things up was a priority. If he ever were to be the reason why the alliance fell apart, his father would never forgive him. Of that, he was sure.Still, as he looked at the old oracle, waiting for clues as to what he wished to know, while ignoring the nasty smell coming from the bowl, he couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t have been given an easier task.When she opened her eyes at last, she told him in a voice that didn’t sound like her own, “Follow Anastasia.”“Follow Anastasia?” He repeated dumbly, wondering w

“I’m home,” Aiden heard a young female voice call out, and he wondered who that could be.“Ah, you’re home early, Anastasia,” Maria greeted softly the teenager that had came into view.“Hey pumpkin,” was The Troublemaker’s greeting.He looked at the girl and saw deep sorrow in her eyes. He wondered what could have happened to her. Then realizing Maria had called her Anastasia, he rose to his feet.“You’re Anastasia?!” He asked, bewildered beyond belief.“Yeah, who are you?” She asked dispassionately.“I thought she was two,” he said accusingly as his eyes darted towards his father.“Me too,” his dad muttered under his breath.“Dad?” The teenager simply called out, looking unnerved for some reason as she demanded an explanation with a cocked eyebrow.“Ana, sweetie, meet Jonathan, the alpha ultra of

The diner where Karen worked at part-time was small and cozy, and didn’t have many clients – outside of the usual ones, that was.Nevertheless, on a sunny September day in her senior year, five strangers came in the diner.Her encounter with them would change her life irrevocably… she just didn’t know that yet.That day, Karen had styled her mid-length blonde hair into a messy bun, put very little make-up on, and dressed casually.There was nothing fancy about her.So how was it that one of the most gorgeous guys she had ever had the chance of coming across was eying her like she was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on?She felt fidgety and self-conscious in front of him, under his scrutinizing gaze, as she took their order.She tried not to show how uncomfortable he was making her, but then, reaching the point of no return, she asked bluntly, voice cold, hard almost, “Anybody

To say Karen was surprised to see Aiden showing up at her school would be the understatement of the year – scratch that, of the century.Although her high school wasn’t small enough that she’d know everybody, she was fairly sure, she would have noticed a senior who looked so good. Because let’s admit it, he looked dashing, panty-droppingly gorgeous… and she wasn’t blind enough or stupid enough to think otherwise.The problem was he was taking interest in her. And she didn’t do relationships – or flings for that matter. She was set on graduating with high colors and getting the hell out of this hellish town. That was her goal.Her goal wasn’t to fall for some random guy’s charms just because he lusted after her somehow. It also wasn’t to suck faces with anyone in the hallways of the school – like the couple to her right was doing – and then be given a detention for it.She wasn&

Aiden was devastated and all kinds of enraged when he saw the bruises on Karen’s face. When he remembered images of his smiling mate, he couldn’t fathom how someone could be so cruel as to hit her. He couldn’t control the tone of his voice when he had asked her what the hell had happened. And it seemed like his sweet mate wasn’t in the least bit scared by the shift in his eyes color – maybe she simply hadn’t noticed? – for she spat out with venom, “What the hell brought you here?” “Do not speak to me that way,” his wolf had taken over and hissed at her, and she flinched, almost as if she had been slapped. He tried to get some self-control back, by closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and inhaling and exhaling loudly. “Why are you so pissed anyways? You shouldn’t have sought me out,” she carried on in a rather sad almost resigned voice. “Because I care a great deal about you! Can’t you see that?” He retorted in a strong voice, ope