All Chapters of I became the Alpha’s Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

The Night the Moon Betrayed Me

The basement was cold and smelly.I pressed my back against the wall, my eyes on the moon outside my window.I was waiting for midnight. In less than three hours, I would be 18. Three hours until everything changed, or three hours until I proved Marcus right. That I was worthless. Wolfless. The mistake that killed my mother.My skin felt too tight. It felt like something was scratching to get out.“Arabelle!” Glass shattered. “Get your ass up here!”It was the voice of my drunkard father, Marcus, calling me from upstairs’.I refused to call him father. I called him by his name, Marcus.Because he was nothing like a father to me. All the bruises and broken bones I’d gotten from his beatings and abuse were backings to my decision.“Arabelle!” He roared again, then I heard him add, “Where’s that little bitch?”I quickly rushed upstairs to where he was. As soon as I got there, the foul stench of the room hit my nose. Bottles were scattered about. Cigarettes and whiskey filled the air.He

Sold to the Alpha

Three days in hell.The bond didn’t break. That was the sick joke. Rejection needed acceptance from both sides, and I’d been too shocked, too broken to say the words. So now I was stuck with these golden threads connecting me to someone who hated my existence.I felt him constantly. His rage. His presence in the pack manor on the hill.The pack got worse. Before, I was invisible. Now I was target practice. They whispered when I passed. “Even the Alpha didn’t want her.” “Rejected the second she shifted.” “Pathetic.” They shoved me into walls, knocked things over for me to clean, laughed when I flinched away.Marcus’s beatings got creative. He blamed me for embarrassing him.One night I heard a knock on the door.Marcus answered it.“Marcus Gwyneth? You owe Alpha Blackwood fifty thousand dollars.”My hands froze on the brush.Marcus’s voice went high and panicky. “I can get it! Just give me another week!”“Time’s up. The Alpha wants his money tonight, or else.”Fifty thousand. My stomac

Bruises, Bonds, and Bitter Rivals

Helen thrust a silver pot at me. My hands shook.“He wants coffee.”“Now?”“Dining room. Through those doors. Pour and leave. Don’t speak unless he speaks first.”I walked through into a room straight out of a home magazine. Windows overlooking gardens that probably had their own staff. And sitting at the head of it all, scrolling through his tablet like he owned the world, which he basically did, was Zach.He didn’t even look up. I reached for his cup.“You’re shaking.” His voice was dead flat. “Spill coffee on me and you’ll regret it.”I steadied my hands and poured. The silence was suffocating. This close, I could see the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t slept either.“Anything else, Alpha?” The words tasted wrong in my mouth.“No.”I turned to leave.“Wait.”I froze.Zach set down his tablet and actually looked at me. Really looked.“Your cheek. How is it?”I blinked, confused. Then remembered the glass from Marcus’s bottle. I’d almost forgotten.“Fine.”“It’s infected.” He

The Alpha Who Wouldn’t Let Go

I’d heard of the Crescent Moon Pack. They bordered Blackwood territory. Rich. Powerful. More civilized than us, according to pack gossip.“Arabelle,” I said, because ignoring him felt rude even though I wanted to.“Beautiful name.”He looked over at the flowers.“These are Bourbon roses. Antique variety. Someone here knows their horticulture.”“That would be Gerald, the actual gardener. I’m just the grunt labor.”Simon laughed. It was a nice sound. Warm. Real. Nothing like Zach’s rare, cold amusement. “Well, you’re doing a great job. These cuts are perfect.”I glanced at him, suspicious. “Is there something you need? Because I’m pretty sure important Betas don’t chat with servants.”“Maybe I’m not like other Betas.” His smile turned softer. “And maybe I know exactly who you are, Arabelle Gwyneth.”I froze.“Zach’s mate. The one he rejected.” Simon’s voice was gentle now. “The one he’s keeping here like… well. Like this.”“He’s settling a debt. My father…..”“Marcus Gwyneth, notorious

Almost Chosen

I obeyed, my heart hammering. The bond flared hot between us.“Simon Sinclair offered you a job,” Zach said flatly.“Yes.”“And?”“And what?” I crossed my arms. “You want to know if I’m leaving? If I’m taking it?”“Why are you still here?”I raised a brow.“You have an out. A good one. Simon’s rich, charming, actually gives a damn about people. So why haven’t you packed your bags?”“Maybe I like washing dishes.”“Don’t be smart.”“Why not? You’re being an ass.” I was already saying before I could stop myself, “You rejected and humiliated me. Then made me your slave. Ignored me. And now you are mad someone finally saw me as human? You don’t get to care!”“I care!” He yelled, getting up.“Oh really?” “I said I rejected you. Those are different things!”“How? Explain it to me like I’m stupid, since apparently I am for still being here!”“I was trying to protect you! Because everyone I’ve ever loved has died or betrayed me! Because being my mate is a death sentence and I’d rather hurt yo

Crying Behind the Greenhouse

I just ran. Like, really ran. My lungs were on fire and my legs were shaking like jelly and I couldn’t hear Zach yelling “Arabella!” anymore. I ended up all the way at the back of the huge estate, behind this super old greenhouse nobody ever goes in. The glass is cracked and filthy and there are weeds growing right through the floor. But it was quiet. Hidden. Perfect.I flopped down against the wall and just… cried. Like ugly crying. Snot and everything.I’m so stupid. Seriously so stupid. For like five minutes today I actually thought maybe Zach cared about me a tiny bit. His sorry sounded real. I let myself hope. Dumb, dumb, dumb.Then Penelope straight-up kissed him. Right there. And my whole stupid hope popped like a balloon. I’m nothing. Just the rejected girl he doesn’t want. The one who has to scrub floors and carry trays while his fancy friend gets to kiss him whenever she wants.The mate bond was hurting my chest again. It’s like this invisible rope between us. I could feel h

Seven Years of Lies

“She’s family. She helped me run the pack when I was only nineteen and falling apart. Why would she lie?”“Maybe because she wants to stay in charge? Maybe she likes the money and the power?” My brain was spinning. “If you don’t have a real Luna, who handles all the pack money and the house stuff and the lady decisions?”“Isabella does. She’s been running it all until I bond with…..” His eyes went huge. “Oh crap.”“If you bond with me ….. your actual mate ….. I’d be Luna. I’d see the money. The secrets. Everything she’s hiding.”“Yeah…” He stood up fast and started pacing. “She did it. She killed them. My parents. Melissa. Victoria. She’s been playing me for seven years. Keeping me alone so she stays on top.”“We don’t know for sure yet,” I said, even though my stomach was screaming yes we do. “We need real proof.”“Then we’ll get proof.” He turned and looked right at me. Serious. Strong. “Will you help me? I know I don’t deserve it. I’ve been awful. But…..”“Yes.”“Really?”“Yes, dumm

The Curse Was a Lie

“He… he knew,” Zach whispered. “He knew something was coming.”He opened the letter. Read it out loud in a voice that cracked every few words.“Son, If you’re reading this, your mom and I are gone. And Isabella probably took over as the one in charge. Believe me: she’s dangerous. We found out she’s been stealing pack money for years. Hiding it in secret accounts far away. Planning to run off with everything that belongs to all of us. We confronted her three days ago. She lied. But we have proof. It’s all in this safe…..bank statements, account numbers, transfer records. We were going to kick her out. Turn her over to the werewolf Council. If we’re dead, she got to us first. She’s smart. She’s mean. She’ll try to keep you alone. No mate. No Luna. So she stays in power forever. The curse isn’t real. She made it up to scare you. To keep you weak and single. Find your mate, Zach. Bond with her. Let her help you fix this. Trust the bond. Trust her. Your mom and I love you. We’re proud of y

Clues After Midnight

We shook hands across the table. His hand was warm again. The bond liked it. I pulled back fast before I did something dumb like hold on forever.“So,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Where do we start? With the investigating?”“My dad’s office. It’s been locked since he died. Isabella said it was too sad to go in. Said we should leave it like a memorial. But if there’s clues anywhere… it’s there.”“You got the key?”“I’m the Alpha. I got all the keys.” He gave a tiny smile. “Tonight. After everyone’s asleep. Just us.”Just us.My stomach did a flip. Not from food. From… everything.This was scary. Not just the murder stuff. Being close to him again. Letting myself want him. When he already broke my heart once.But I was in it now. No backing out.Even if it wrecked me.……..

Safe for Now

The door shut and everything got super quiet. Like, awkwardly quiet. Simon scratched his head and looked around like he didn’t know what to do with his hands.“Okay… so your aunt’s a killer? For real?” he asked Zach. “Like, actually murdered people?”Zach rubbed his face hard. “Yeah. Pretty much. We got Dad’s letter. His journal thing. Papers showing she was taking pack money. They were gonna kick her out. Then…..crash. Dead. Same with the other Lunas who started asking questions.”Simon blinked a bunch. “Man. That’s… messed up. You sure this isn’t just you being paranoid or something?”“I wish it was,” Zach said. He sounded tired. Really tired. “But the letter was from Dad. In his safe. He wrote it special for me. Said the curse was fake. Said trust Arabella. Trust my mate.”Simon glanced at me. Not mean this time. Just&hellip

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