Why Am I So Possessive Novels & Stories

I'd hate to admit it but this whole situation has me fucked me up, my hormones are all over the place but the more I try to ignore it, the more I feel frustrated. I know she doesn't have anything for him but I can't help myself when he looks at her the way only I am supposed to.If anything I inherited from my father is possessiveness and anger. I am always at the edge when someone tries to get close to her.Being full Alpha blood doesn't help the situation.My wolf is more of a possessive hag than me. "The hell I should not? He is getting on my nerves" I let out a low growl, trying to keep my cool.She moved her hand up to my chest and pat it lightly.

I want to ask her why she never did it with her ex but I don’t see the need. A strange feeling of possessiveness rushes through my body, grabbing me by my balls at the thought. The need to own her grows inside me with the persistence of a natural disaster. I don’t ever want these delicious lips wrapped around another cock. She’s mine. I can almost hear the voice of my inner self mocking me. I don’t have any right to her but I want to. I want her to be mine. But then again, that’s almost impossible. Anger swirls deep within me threatening to spill over.

“Maybe… excessive possessiveness?” See? She is the only one that riles me up this much. I am sure she gets me. She always does. But her overthinking brain is telling her some other thing that surrounds the matter, but that is not it. “Yeah I know I can be a bit possessive at times…” I start to talk. “Very. Very possessive. And always. Always.” She has a small smile on her face. Only this girl with smile in a situation like this. She had just asked me if she isn’t single.

He sounded so serious and that scared me even more. "Calm down and do nothing. Think of the consequences of your actions; you might get arrested and I'll have to spend the rest of my life alone as a depressed single mother. Don't make such terrible mistakes, think first." I cupped his face. "Do you know how my brain experienced dangerous sparks after seeing how he kissed you, touched you. He has no right to do that, you're mine." He held my waist. "Why are you so obsessive?" "I agreed that I'm obsessive and very possessive of you because I can't bear to live without. I can't stand you being with any other man, I can't even think of it, especially not that asshole, Tyler."

Her action proved their words right. How could she even think of running away from me? I won't get fooled this time. I will not let her run away from me at any cost even if I have to lock her in a room with thousands of locks on the door. I know the way my obsession is increasing for her day by day is not good for me but I can't help. I am like this. I am obsessed and possessive of my things. And I know I will get over it once I get what I what. The day I will get satisfied with her I will throw her out of my home and after that, she could do the fuck she wants.

I tried to calm myself, dragging a hand through my wet hair, but the rage only intensified. I had always been like this. Territorial. Jealous. Obsessive to a dangerous degree. Growing up alone, buried under responsibilities since I was a teenager, I learned early that nothing good ever lasted. People left. Things were taken. The only way to keep what mattered was to claim it completely- to own it so thoroughly that no one else could even dream of touching it. And Maya… she was the one thing I refused to share. Not with Jax. Not with anyone.

I didn’t need mall security remembering me if I had to come back later. Whether to rearrange someone’s face…or buy Ally something nice. The thought irritated me more than it should’ve. I didn’t understand why I was this infuriated. Ally wasn’t mine. She wasn’t property. I had no claim, no right to dictate who talked to her or who asked her out. And yet—when that name had flashed across my alert, something ugly and possessive had sparked deep in my chest. Maybe that was why I’d installed the restrictions. Control.

I place my hand on Renee's belly as she breathes in and out slowly. "How was your day?" She asks after a moment of silence, I can feel her staring at me. I know she's wondering what's going on in my head. The truth is I feel extremely possessive of my family. I don't like the thought of another man imagining himself in my position. I will never let anyone be in my position. This is forever. But at the same time I don't know how to have this conversation with her without letting loose this posesiveness I feel.

The absolute, undeniable center of my universe. In the early days of our marriage, my possessiveness had been a weapon. It had been fueled by a dark, frantic paranoia—the terrifying belief that if I didn't hold onto her tightly enough, if I didn't control every variable, she would realize I was a monster and leave me. I had wanted to lock her away in a tower, keep her away from the world, and consume her entirely. But looking at her now, standing in the golden light of the setting sun, surrounded by the family we had built from the ashes of our pasts... the frantic desperation was gone.

"You are making it by doing these things." "What do you expect me to do?! Love her? Like hell I will!" I shouted exasperatedly. "Then kill her," he answered calmly. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out as a dread crept upon me when I heard it. "I can't…" I whispered, looking down, finishing my drink in one do. "Don't drink too much." He said. I remained silent and cursed, "Fuck!" "Dude… what should I do?" I asked desperately. "It kills me for not being able to touch her, to feel her. When I don't hold any affection for her then why do I feel possessive about her?"