Novel & Cerita Alpha's Eternal Obsession

Between them sat a large stone table holding a thick leather-bound book, chained in silver — the old Blackwood lineage document. "So you've finally come, you deviant Alphas," the High Elder's voice rolled through the hall, heavy and hoarse, breaking the silence of the ice. His gray eyes went straight to me, sweeping over me with open contempt. "And you... the Omega who carries a curse, the one who's broken the sacred order of the Western clan's pure bloodline." A growl tore out of Hunter and Seth at the same instant, so heavy that the blue torches along the walls shook. Their combined Alpha presence surged through the room, pressing down so hard that the ice on the floor began to crack.

I looked at the corpses littering the floor—Dad, Mom, my sisters, my cousins. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left. 90 points. A rusty dagger. And a [Hourglass of Time Reversal] that I wasn't even sure would work. The chat fell silent. Those high-and-mighty "gods" were no longer laughing; they were shocked. *"This Alpha's obsession is too deep. Who exactly is he looking for?"* *"It's over. This instance is collapsing. No one can clear this."* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice.

"... the Alpha position must return to my bloodline." *

Jessie's POV Something about him felt different now. Back at the funeral, he had looked almost ordinary, like someone hiding a part of himself. But standing here, there was no doubt, this was the Alpha I had heard so much about, the same one I had seen in old drawings. Only those sketches had not even come close. His presence lit up the entire room, powerful and overwhelming, like the air itself bent around him. His eyes burned with a deep, intense blue that made it hard to look away, as if he could see straight through me. Every step he took sent a chill down my spine and a warmth through my chest at the same time. The drawings hadn’t done him justice; no picture ever could. Alpha Ethan was

It pulses violently, then drops to a purr, then spikes again. "Oh god!" I cry out. "It's... I can't catch the rhythm!" "She’s struggling," Alpha says with satisfaction. "Make her beg. Tell her she belongs to the code." "Let her come peacefully," Beta insists. "She belongs to herself." "Just pick one!" I scream, frustration mixing with the arousal. "Stop fighting!" "Never," Alpha growls. "I will win." "I will save her," Beta vows. The room erupts into chaos. Alpha turns the lights red. Beta turns them blue. The room strobes purple.

"There's a new Alpha. In the past, he relinquished his seat gracefully. That's because he was merely a vessel the Alpha used. But I am the Alpha, so I get to choose. And I've chosen us. You're flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood. However, this is my choice. If you don't want to go with me, then you must win against me. But if you lose, my eternal home becomes yours too." I whimper, "We can rebuild. I don't mind." I know Jude isn't referring to here, but I refuse to say I'll go with him. No matter how hard we try to fight against the truth, every living soul will die and can't live on this earth forever. Mostly, everyone I've met in my short lifetime has dabbled in something supernatural,

"I won't let you talk about Kael in such manner, he is capable of running the pack, he is just berieved and that's all" Cyrus has always wanted to be alpha, but then he got his gift from the spirits. At first it was like a sign from the spirits that he was the rightful heir, but then, he started becoming aggressive each time he uses his power to communicate with the spirits. He even killed his mate while making love to her, since then he ran to live in the forest where he would be in contact with nobody. He had a son with his mate and he had tried his best to reconnect but the poor boy hasn't forgiven him for what he did to his mother.

Because, along with its powers, the Obsidian Throne also brought madness to its bearer — a madness that plagued my father, my grandfather, and all the Alphas who came before them. The throne feeds on the soul of its bearer and creates in them a desperate hunger for more power. All Alphas who ever sat on it became obsessed. So obsessed that even today, some of their souls haunt the throne, so attached to it, they can’t let go, so they remain trapped in the shadows of the very power they once so ardently desired.

“You want Sasha even when you already have control on, not one, but two packs of Westfall!” “Sasha is my cursebreaker!” Alain hissed, the veins in his neck and forehead now showing. More visible. “She’s my only hope to fulfil the Unbreakable Oath and save my soul from my fucking—” “Eternal damnation?” Ansel’s mouth twitched to the side. “As far as I have known, Shadow Alphas are always damned—to wander in the darkness.” The Fire Alpha’s amused eyes glance down at Alain’s hands. “Get my pun? Shadows. Darkness?”