All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

JORDAN POV I couldn’t stop staring at the surviving list as we gathered back in the war room. The scratched-out name kept pulling my eyes like a wound I couldn’t ignore. “Whoever did this knew exactly which identity needed to stay buried forever,” I said, voice low. “They didn’t just cross it out. They gouged it.”Lorenzo took the page from me gently, studying it under the light for several long minutes. “This looks like an old security roster. Created shortly after you arrived here, Jordan. Every wolf assigned to watch over you during those first hard months is on here. Trusted staff with full access to every corner of the estate too.”Killian leaned over the table, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Look at this pattern. Nearly every name is either dead, retired, or moved far from the territory. Only one or two are still in active service. That’s not coincidence. Someone has been quietly erasing witnesses connected to your earliest years. No noise. No suspicion.”I rubbed my face,

JORDAN POV The discovery changed everything. Instead of hunting for a single hidden operative, I now realized I might have been speaking to the same person under two different names for years. The thought sat like ice in my stomach as I watched Lorenzo, Killian, and Reef pore over documents in the war room.Lorenzo spread another set of old patrol logs across the wide table. “Look here. Whenever the nursery attendant was recorded on duty, the junior healer was conveniently absent. Listed on border patrols, recovering from some minor illness, or assigned outside the territory. They never overlap. Not once in the entire year.”Killian leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing mine. “It’s too clean. No one would notice because why would they? Two different roles, two different schedules on paper. They were completely separate wolves to everyone else.”Reef flipped through another ledger, eyes narrowed. “Exactly. The absences line up perfectly every single time. One identity stays visible

JORDAN POV The diary felt heavier than it should as I carefully placed it on the old nursery table. Dust floated in the beam of light coming through the cracked window. Nobody reached for it right away. Lorenzo kept staring at the familiar handwriting, his expression unreadable, while Killian quietly watched both of us, ready to step in if needed.Reef broke the silence first. “Lorenzo, you clearly recognize that handwriting. Don’t hold back. Talk to us.”Lorenzo slowly nodded, exhaling a long breath. “It belongs to the old nursery caretaker who looked after Jordan during his first three years here. Her name was Elara. Everyone believed she retired because of illness before Jordan turned six.”I stared at the worn leather cover. “Why didn’t anyone search for her properly? She just… vanished one day. No goodbye. No explanation that made sense.”Lorenzo rubbed the back of his neck, looking troubled. “We did search at first. Thoroughly. No signs of violence. No struggle. No body. Event

JORDAN POV The pull in the bond refused to disappear. It tugged at my chest like an invisible thread drawing all three of us—me, Killian, and Lorenzo—toward the eastern forest. I felt it at the same time as they did, a strange urgency that made my heart race and my steps quicken.“Someone is calling me,” I said, pressing a hand firmly to my sternum. “I can’t explain it, but I’m certain. It’s not danger. It feels… like recognition. Like someone who knows me.”Lorenzo’s voice stayed steady but carried clear caution. “We’re not charging in blindly. If this is another trap from the splinter group, we could lose lives. Mara, you know the hidden trails better than anyone. Lead the scouts. We move carefully and stay in constant contact.”Mara nodded sharply, already adjusting her pace. “I’ll take point with a small team. Stay close behind. The eastern forest has too many old paths where people can disappear if they know what they’re doing.”Killian refused to leave my side for even a secon

LORENZO POV I spent the entire morning reviewing every report involving the mysterious old man. The descriptions from different wolves were remarkably consistent, almost eerily so, as if they had all encountered the same ghost in the woods.“He walks with a slight limp,” I read aloud from one scout’s notes, sliding the paper across the table so everyone could see. “Carries no visible weapons. Never attacks even when cornered. Instead, he simply disappears into the forest before anyone reaches him. Looks at us sadly, like he’s carrying something heavy he can’t put down.”Jordan sat nearby, listening quietly with his hands clasped. “Why would someone who has spent years protecting me refuse to reveal himself now? After everything—the diary, the carvings, the messages—why stay hidden when we’re so close? It doesn’t make sense.”Eli suggested the answer might be simple. “The old man does not fear Jordan or the pack. He fears the hidden operative still living among us. Until that person