Alpha's Eternal Obsession Novels & Stories

With a heavy heart, I watched as Alpha Noah's expression shifted from pleading to desperation. "You need to understand me," he insisted, eagerness evident in his eyes. "I just hope you know that I'll always be here for you, Anna. Whenever you're ready. Please." I could feel my patience wearing thin as Alpha Noah persisted in his pursuit. "You're just obsessed, and you're chasing something that can never happen." I snapped, my voice tinged with frustration. "You're lusting after me, and I won't tolerate it."

"But even so, why should I smoke because of her?" Beta laughed heartily. Never before has he seen his Alpha so confused as now. Unsure whether to smoke or not—whether to meet his slave or otherwise. "I will bring her in when I leave. F*ck her the way you want. Keep being obsessed with her body or another man might be.” "What do you mean? Are you obsessed with her body too?” Alpha stood up. "Just let me know so I can plug out your eyes..."

I know it. I do not understand why he keeps asking me. He knows the answer will never be any different. "I will not betray her," I tell him. "You will tell us where she is," he insists. "You will speak." "I will never betray her," I reiterate. He strikes me. Hard. "Where is the girl?" he roars. But I will not give him what he wants. "I will defeat you," I tell him. "You cannot defeat me," he tells me. "I am the Alpha.

“You mistake me, witch, by giving me more credit than I deserve. I am not asking your permission. I am informing you as a courtesy that I intend to mate with you until you are out of my system.” “And do you have any idea how long it will take to rid me from your system? You know, so I can make plans?” I took another sip, mentally patting myself on the back for the steady hand. My rising anger dulled any growing desire I might have begun to feel for him. Fucker. “I’ve no idea if it is even possible. I’ve never gotten away from my desires for you. It’s bordering on obsession.” I set my glass on the table. No! He could not have true feelings for me. His fated mate was out there in the world, wa

Robin listened intently, captivated by Alpha Leori's words. He had always admired his alpha's ability to see the bigger picture, to think beyond immediate challenges and focus on long-term solutions. "During those dark days," Alpha Leori continued, his voice filled with nostalgia, "I witnessed the true strength and potential of our pack members. They rose to the occasion, exhibiting resilience, ingenuity, and compassion. It was their unwavering commitment to our shared future that drove me forward."

I was an Alpha, destined to lead and I would not be swayed by my urges, no matter how intoxicating her scent was. "That won't be necessary," I said finally, my voice deadly. "I can handle it."

"Let her die. We must not suffer a murderer to live." My eyes blazed with anger, my voice low and menacing as my nostrils flared. "I am not a murderer, I am Tyris' mate and Luna of this kingdom. I order you to let go of my alpha." But Tyris' response was laced with venom. "Not anymore," he spat, his eyes flashing with disgust and hate. My throat ran dry as I directed my eyes to his face, desperately clinging to the last string of oxygen that I had. “What do you mean by anymore?” I inquired, trying to sit up, but I felt a sharp pain in my stomach like the sharp edges of a sword piercing into it.

She said. Angelo looked at her and nodded then he looked at me and I knew he was going to do as I asked, without even fighting it. "I, Angelo SilverMoon, Alpha of the SilverMoon pack, reject Maliya Snow Carter, as my mate. Let every bond be broken, every vow be broken, and sever whatever ties might be left between us."

For one moment that feels like it lasts a long time, Ethan doesn’t move. The brother who grew up with me wants to pull me free and damn the consequences. The Alpha — carrying the weight of his pack, his legacy, and every pair of eyes currently fixed on him — runs the numbers on what a scene costs. The Alpha makes the call. A short, rigid nod. “Make sure he’s comfortable.” His eyes find mine for just a moment, and what lives inside them is anguish — wordless and unresolvable. Then he turns his back and walks toward the hall, toward the ritual, away from me.

I was the one begging now. “I want you... Kade, please... I want you,” I cried out. I knew I would regret this. I knew that tomorrow I would hate myself for giving in to the man who bought me. But in this moment, under the weight of his body and the heat of his gaze, nothing else mattered. The moans that filled the room were so intense, so loud, that the bed seemed to creak for rescue. We moved together in a frantic, beautiful rhythm, a dance of shadows and light. I was panting so hard, my vision blurring, my heart racing until I thought it would burst. The world disappeared. There was no family, no curse, no dying brother. There was only the feeling of him inside me, the raw power of the Al