บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Obsession : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Eli’s POV“You feeling that pull too?” Jordan asked low, his voice cutting through the creek’s soft rush as we pushed deeper into the trees.I nodded once, falling into step beside him without missing a beat. “Yeah. Stronger now. Like the territory’s testing us.”The four of us moved like shadows—Jordan in the lead with me close, Killian and Lorenzo flanking tight. Dara fed us quiet updates from her ridge position through the comms, but out here it was mostly instinct. This was only the second time I’d been inside my own head during something this big with Jordan, and damn if it didn’t feel like slipping into an old rhythm I’d been waiting my whole life to remember. Our Anchor connection hummed between us, not loud like pack bonds or mate threads, but deep. Ancient. No words needed most of the time. Just knowing.The territory pressed in harder the further we went, that muted wolf energy Jordan had picked up on earlier now swirling around us like fog off the ridges. It wasn’t hostile

Jordan’s POV“You really think splitting was the right call?” I asked Eli as we slipped through the underbrush toward the overlook tower, the territory’s muted wolf energies still humming around us like static on an old radio.Eli moved quiet beside me, his steps barely disturbing the pine needles underfoot. “Killian made it as Alpha. And he wasn’t wrong. We handle this part better together. The Anchor side.”I nodded, but my chest felt tight anyway. The bond with Killian and Lorenzo pulled at me from the other direction, steady but stretching thinner as distance grew. My wolf whined low inside, not happy about the split even if my head knew it made sense. The tower loomed ahead through the trees—tall, reinforced glass catching the late light, looking more like a watch post than some evil lair. This whole place felt... off. Not the monster den I’d braced for.We cleared the last ridge without much trouble, our tandem connection doing that silent work again. I stabilized the energy rip

Jordan’s POVThe silence in the tower room stretched long after the third Anchor dropped that word between us. Forgive one.I sat there, elbows on my knees, just breathing for a minute while everything inside me argued at once. My wolf pushed hard, clear and warm. Eli’s Anchor thread stayed quieter but firm. The third Anchor just watched me, hands resting calm on their lap, saying nothing.Finally I looked up. “My wolf says yes. Just... yes. Like it’s already decided.”Eli shifted beside me, voice low. “And I’m saying it’s not yours to decide alone, Jordan. Not something this big.”I nodded slow, meeting the third Anchor’s eyes. “Both of those things are true at the same time. That’s the messy part.”The third Anchor didn’t speak. Just kept watching, that faint glow in their eyes steady like they were giving me all the space I needed.I rubbed the back of my neck, letting out a breath. “I can’t give you forgiveness for what happened to my parents. That’s not mine to hand over. I wasn’

Jordan’s POVThe packhouse felt different when we finally stepped inside—alive with low voices and the clatter of plates from the kitchen where Ren and a few others had already started feeding people. Questions hung thick in the air. The third Anchor was quietly shown to their own quarters in the east wing, Eli staying close to help them adjust. In the main hallway, Dara and the prisoner had a moment that stopped half the pack in their tracks. Turns out he was the uncle she’d lost years ago, the one her mother had spoken of in secret. They stared at each other for a long beat before Dara punched his shoulder hard enough to make him grunt, then yanked him into a fierce hug that looked like it could crack ribs.I couldn’t deal with any of it right then. Not the questions, not the stares, not the weight of bringing two new powerful pieces into our home. I needed my mates. Only them.I grabbed Killian by the front of his shirt and Lorenzo by the wrist, pulling them down the side hall. Nei

Jordan’s POV The name dropped into the room like a stone into still water, ripples spreading out fast and silent. For a second nobody breathed. I felt it hit every single person—the way shoulders tightened, the way scents sharpened with shock. Not a network. Not some shadowy operation with layers of tech and proxies. One person. The oldest living Anchor. Someone who’d made one terrible choice four generations back and spent every year since making damn sure nobody else could choose different. I stood there in the middle of the main room, the packhouse walls feeling closer than they had a minute ago. The third Anchor’s voice still echoed in my head. That name. It rearranged everything we thought we knew. This wasn’t evil for evil’s sake. This was fear twisted into a weapon across decades. Someone who looked at their own power and decided it was too dangerous to let live freely, then made it their life’s work to bury every new Anchor who dared to emerge. Each one of us was proof they