Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

Azelia The drop of dew felt cold in my closed eyes, and I suddenly felt cold, goosebumps gripped my arms, making me sneeze, trying to catch my breath almost immediately, my body seemed sticky and itchy, I quickly pulled off the blindfold in my eyes, searching through where I had lay, the sky blue medical gown was stained in the black sticky sand like clay, my heart beat fast in my chest making me raise on my feet, surrounded by wet flowers with thorn, and green leaves with mix grass on the ground, the early morning cold made me shiver, not knowing where I was.

She’d found a way into all of them without even trying, and once she was in; There was no fighting it. My wife quickly turned into my mate, and then… My obsession. My everything. My reason for waking up in the morning. For fucking breathing. When she’s away, I’m counting the moments until she’s by my side again. I think a portion of that is Onyx’s personality. He has always been obsessive in nature. Harsh. Needy. And explosive. All of those things have been to the extreme since he’s been back and realized that Rosalind is our mate.

I almost dropped the tray of the pies. Finally the pack meeting ended. All the other omega females went outside to clean the dishes and to cut the ingredients. Since I was going through a tough situation the oracle had ordered them to give me less tasks for a few days. So I was just sitting at the kitchen, wiping out the extra water from the cleaned dishes that were coming from outside time to time. Suddenly I got that familiar fragrance again. It was a beautiful enchanted fragrance like a lotus flower. Sweet and fruity. I quickly turned back and came face to face with the soon to be alpha who was standing there right in front of me. He was calm and composed just like earlier.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

Nevertheless, Rose still gazed at him with as much affection and fascination as ever. And for that very gaze, for the smiles she was not shy to offer, he was willing to burn the world. He didn’t believe in love. Yet, he knew he was obsessed.

“Your love for Damien…sometimes I wonder if it’s an obsession. You have your own believes, your own faith, but the instant Damien is in front of you, you abandon all rational thought and start following him blindly. This past year, I saw you thrive, I saw you fight back! Don’t give it all up.” I shook my head at Rose’s words. What was she trying to imply? And what obsession was she talking about? I couldn’t be obsessed with Damien…could I? Yes, I had hero-worshipped him at one point in my life, but… Was it really true? What she just told me? Was I really following Damien blindly? No! That couldn’t be! If so, then I wouldn’t have thought about researching the Elders. “You know what, just forg

“I’m asking you to stop. We have a lot in our hands already.” Her eyes narrowed. “Stop what? Well…being with her is a lot. I understand.” she said, shaking her head. “This,” I said, gesturing between us. “This interrogation. This obsession. Rose, you have to stop this. This is totally unhealthy…for your own good, our good, and to the success of this gathering.” Her jaw tightened. “Obsession,” she repeated. “That’s what you call loyalty now?…. Are you using me?” I said nothing.

"He sees me as a pesky fly he unfortunately can't swat away because I'm annoying." "Girl, you're either blind or stupid to not notice how the man looks at you." Peony snorted as she waved at the waiter, and Rose cringed. "No, I'm not even going to try to correct you anymore." She threw her hands in the air and shook her head. "But she's right. You can't tell me you haven't seen the signs. The way he stares at you and holds you protectively so no man can touch you. It's like he's afraid someone is going to try to take you away from him, and he's ready to throw hands. It's literally giving 'back off, she's mine' and 'touch her and die' vibes. The man is obsessed with you. O. B. S. E. Whatever,

I was already wrapped in the fire between us, tangled in desire, obsession, and danger. Then came the moment I hadn’t anticipated. He reached for my hand—not just to guide, but to claim—and I felt the electricity surge, a tether stronger than any fear. “You trust me?” he asked, voice soft, rough, dangerous. “I… I do,” I whispered, trembling. “Even though I don’t understand everything… even though it terrifies me.” “Good,” he murmured, stepping closer, lips brushing mine again, longer this time. “Because obsession isn’t about understanding. It’s about surrender. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”