Captured by the Obsession
Synopsis
Ella is a breed from a werewolf father and a human mother. After losing both of her parents at the start of a werewolf war, she started to live in the pack house with the other wolves of her pack. She lived a mateless life until her teens, but then she experiences rejection. However, her ex-mate remains possessive of her, and all she wants is to get as far away as she can from the werewolf world of rejection and possession. But will she be able to do so? How can she escape this world full of mystery and revenge?
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Chapter 1 - I Am Ella | Captured by the Obsession
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I'm Ella, a female wolf. Why am I emphasizing the female part? Well, there's a lot to tell. But mainly because I am partly a human as well. By stating the human part, I'm not pointing towards the human form that every wolf has. I'm actually a breed.
This all started when I was 19. But before starting my story, let's go back to the time before I was born, in a mystical world. Where every part held its own significance.
My dad was an alpha male, but he willingly withdrew from the conclave for the throne of the lead alpha of the pack.
Generally, the wolves used to live in packs in the north. We would never go beyond the boundaries. No one knew what was it like in the east or west. Or even barely had any ideas about how the south was.
In the north, where I was born, we used to live far away from the normal communities and cities, within a deep forest where barely anyone could reach. The humans and the wolves were not on good terms in the north.
My dad lost his all desires and suffered from depression due to the sudden loss of his first mate. As he was an alpha wolf, he had the privilege to choose his mate alongside the fated one. He didn't choose though. When he turned 16, he met his first mate, Isabella. Yes, I am named after her.
But then, when the Sapphire pack attacked us, she died in the battle. She was a perfect fighter and a perfect one to be a Luna.
The Sapphire clan was our enemy for generations. If I considered that one particular region, the north, we might be the most powerful pack out there. The Sapphires were strong enough. Strong enough to challenge us.
In the north, we wolves would never cross boundaries and go to the human territories. The humans would also not interact with us. But I had always heard of the south. It was an even greater mystery to the commoners. Except for the ones who went there for training, no one had any idea how the south was like. There were lots of myths and themes about the south. It was said that the humans and the wolves were in terms of peace in the south.
Anyway, how my mother came to our pack and met my dad, I came to know the details way later. But about Isabella, none of my parents ever hid anything from me.
My mom was human. She was a biologist. She came to this forest with her team to investigate a case of wolves suddenly approaching the small human communities and killing people.
Those were probably the rogues who were causing all this chaos at that time. My father was always a dedicated fighter to this pack. Even though he lost Isabella, he didn't quit his job as a protector of the pack.
Though he never fought to be the alpha, he was a high ranked wolf. He was worthy of being the alpha. And if he had taken the challenge, he could have easily won.
Even though he was continuously fighting with the Sapphires alongside the other wolves of our pack, he was in a great depression. Then one day, when they were on a run, my father found my mother unconscious, lying on the ground with injuries all over her body. My dad was so kind-hearted that he couldn't leave my mom like that.
My mom's camp was attacked by the rogues, and all of her teammates were either dead or they ran away wherever they could to save themselves. Since my mom had lost her consciousness, the wolves probably thought that she was dead as well and left her there.
At first, everyone in this pack was against the idea of allowing my father to enter the pack with my mother and her being treated by the medicos of our pack. But my father insisted and decided if they wouldn’t help the innocents, he would take rogue and leave the pack as well. He was the strongest of all the wolves in our pack at that time, and the alpha knew if my father had left the pack, it would have been impossible for them to stop the attack from the Sapphires. So, the alpha allowed my mom's treatment.
So, this is my parents' tale of how they met. My mother helped my father to overcome his loss, and they fell in love slowly, and my father decided to take a human as his mate.
The whole pack was against this decision. They seemed to dislike my mother forever. The oracle warned my father a thousand times that wolves and humans were not compatible. And they were quite right.
When my mom became pregnant, her body was so small and weak, and the nutrition that I was getting from her wasn't sufficient for my body. Also, being a human and bearing a wolf child in her womb was life-threatening to her.
But even after all these troubles, she managed to give birth to me. But it cost her a lot. From the beginning of the pregnancy to delivery, she suffered fatal internal injuries. And even though 19 years have passed already, she was still weak and completely living on bed rest with frequent internal hemorrhages.
My father was a brave warrior. He never lost his hope. He tried to support us with his everything and protected us from any obstacles. He never let me feel the disgust and disappointments of the pack on me. But still, I could tell. After all, I was a weak wolf, weaker than the omegas who couldn't even shift properly. But I was still living with the higher-ranked wolves which caused a lot of disliking.
Since my mother was a human, I wasn't sure what I was. An alpha or a beta or an omega? Part of me was human. My fragile body was the biggest proof. It wasn't strong enough to control the fierceness of my wolf. Changes occurred in my insides as well. My wolf seemed to grow separate senses and thoughts apart from mine.
I named my wolf Lexa. Unlike any wolf, Lexa was unique from a young age. She could talk to me, interact with me. Sometimes I would feel like she was a separate entity sharing my body, but most of the time I would act how she wanted.
But due to my weak body, I was not even able to shift whenever I wanted. Also, I couldn't fully control my body. It should have been like two forms, one soul. But my body was more like two species sharing the same body.
Literally, due to the choices that my father made, we would have been considered as rogues and would be kicked out from this pack a long time ago.
But because of my father's strength and war strategy, they never took that step even though we were living within the royals as I mentioned earlier. I could always tell how much they hated my mother and me just by their stares. But they wouldn’t overexpose it just because my father was an alpha. Otherwise, they would have demoted me to an omega a long time ago.
In this pack, the royals or, more precisely, the alpha and his officials used to live in the valley. Then the general betas or the fighters who lived in the downtown. And then there were the omegas. They lived at the end of the pack areas. Most of them were laborers. Some were scholars as well. But that never helped them to improve their status. I always hated this caste.
My mother was sick all the time. I can't say we were a healthy family. But a happy one? Might be.
Chapter 2 - Memories of Pain | Captured by the Obsession
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I can still remember that day. I woke up in the morning earlier than usual. Birds were chirping sitting at my window frame. A sweet morning breeze was coming to my room. A beautiful smell of pancakes was coming from downstairs.
I saw a very young couple was enjoying themselves from my window. They looked so lovey-dovey. I was looking at their little sweet moments. I was 19 and still mateless, though generally wolves would find their mates after turning 16.
After a while, I heard my dad's voice coming from downstairs calling my name. I quickly got up and freshened myself. I never wanted them to see me hurt or worried. I never wanted them to think that being mateless was depressing me.
As I was a half-wolf and a half-human, I wasn't a heavenly beauty like the other wolf females. But still, my mom was a pretty human being, and we looked alike.
I changed from my nightclothes into a white T-shirt with a peach printed in the middle and a peach-colored long skirt. I let loose my long blonde hair and used a pretty light pink lip balm matching my peachy clothes and hazel green eyes. I came downstairs quickly.
"Morning dad, hey mom," I greeted them as usual by giving them small kisses on their cheeks.
Dad always used to say that I had a sunny bright side in my personality but also a calm and strong side just like my mother.
"Hey honey," my dad kissed back on my cheek while cooking.
Mom was sitting at the table. She gave me a small hug. My dad was making the pancakes. He was not just a warrior; he was a good cook as well. I started to help my dad for the breakfast. I was checking my mom in between while making the omelet cheese toasts. She was getting paler and paler. I could tell, her condition was worsening day by day.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell? " I asked.
"No honey, I'm feeling a lot better today. Why do you ask? " she asked me back while taking some apples to peel them.
"You don't look like you're okay. Your complexion is getting paler, " I kept my hand over hers. "Mom, you really need to see a doctor, not the wolf ones, a real human doctor, for humans," I said with worries written all over my face.
"No, no! " she suddenly got frustrated and started to shake her head. "No, honey, don't say something like this. We can't leave this pack! If we leave, they will not allow us here anymore. And your father can't live in the human territory, you know that, right? Don't ever say something like this, okay sweety? " she calmed down a little and give me a small squeeze on my shoulders while smiling at me beautifully.
My mom was very beautiful even though she was so weak and sick, and on top of that anemic; still, she looked like a princess from a fairy tale. I could tell her beautiful smile was hiding so much pain.
I was quietly buttering the toast. Dad was still in the kitchen. Mom suddenly broke the silence.
"I'm so sorry, honey," she paused a bit. I looked at her, her eyes were teary. She continued, "I'm so sorry. I know as a mother I couldn't do enough. I should have done better, but I just couldn't, but I promise, as long as I am with you and your father, I will try to give my best for you two. So, please don't worry too much, " she almost cried.
"Mom..." I was about to cry as well and tell her how wrong she was. She had done more than enough for us. But dad came to the dining room with the pancakes.
"Hey!!! Pancakes are here–" he said cheerfully. I didn't want him to get upset by looking at us. I quickly wiped my face.
"Wow!! They smell awesome, dad! " so, I said cheerfully while taking the tray.
This little scenario was an everyday routine here. I knew that mom wouldn't stay with us longer if we didn't treat her quickly.
But to be honest, deep inside we all knew, there was no cure for her. The damages in her body wouldn't be healed. But still every day we kept aside all of our worries and enjoyed our precious moments together wishing someday the tale of the mystic spring would come true and heal everything.
I laughed inside at my own thoughts. In our nursery book, we would read the rhymes about the mystic spring. It was an old wolf myth. Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world.
"Pain and tears will bring the fire,
Awaken the soul of the spring, Killing the liar."
I recited the verse in my mind. Mom couldn't finish her breakfast that day as well. She started to feel unwell, so I helped her to lay down.
"Hey, dumpling," dad called me in a low voice, "wanna come here for a bit? " he asked.
We sat on the sofa. It was that moment. I knew that dad loved her so much and he used to blame himself for mom's condition.
"Ella, you know it's high time, right? We can't let your mom stay like this. If she hears, she will definitely be against leaving, but I think we can't wait anymore, " he said. He was looking tense.
"Dad? "
"Ella, You're a grown-up girl now. I don't think your mate is here in this pack anymore. If he were here, you would have found him. I believe part of you is human so you will be able to find a fine man out there, it's time you take your mom and leave, " he said finally.
"What about you dad? " my voice was shaking and becoming heavy because of the tears. I already knew his answers.
"You know it, Ella. I can't come. I can't leave my pack. The moment is here for what I had been waiting for. I have to avenge Isabella's death. But trust me, I love you and your mom so much, as soon as everything settles down here, I will come back to you. But I can't risk your mother's life anymore," he stopped after saying.
His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts.
He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in the case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the loss of his first mate never left him.