Todos los capítulos de The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Helios' POVThe chains are cold against my wrists, an ironic contrast to the fire burning beneath my skin. I kneel, my head bowed, waiting, no, craving, her next move. My alpha instincts scream at me to take control, to rip away these invisible shackles, but the mark on my neck pulses with a different command. Submit.Star circles me like a predator, her steps slow, and deliberate. Every nerve in my body is attuned to her presence, the way her scent wraps around me, both a torment and a balm.She stops in front of me, tilting my chin up with a single finger. My breath stutters. "Did I give you permission to look at me?" Her voice is silk laced with steel. I drop my gaze instantly, my pulse hammering against my ribs.The silence stretches, filled with a terrifying tension. I feel the light touch of her fingers grazing my skin, trailing from my jaw down to my collarbone. It’s not a caress,

Helios’s POVThe scent of her still clung to the air. Wild, untamed, intoxicating. I was on my knees, fists clenched at my sides, my body trembling with the force of my restraint. Every inch of me burned, not just with desire, but with absolute surrender.I had never felt this before. Not when I fought for dominance. Not when I won battles. Not even when I became Alpha. This....this surrender to her, this loss of control under her hands....was something far more powerful.I could still hear her words in my head. "Patience, Helios. You’ll get your reward when you’ve truly earned it." I swallowed hard. My breathing was ragged, my pulse unsteady. She had stripped me bare, yet never once let me touch her.I had watched as she undressed. Watched as she teased herself, sighing in pleasure, bringing herself to the edge and tipping over, all while I remained frozen, aching, needing.

Star’s POVThe night stretched long and quiet, the only sound in my chambers the steady rhythm of Helios’s breathing. He lay beneath me, his body warm and pliant, his restraint impressive.For days, I had pushed him. Tested him. Punished him. And he had obeyed. Without hesitation. Without question. Even now, as I straddled him, running my fingers lightly over his bare chest, he didn’t move. He had learned. He had surrendered. And perhaps… he had earned something tonight.I leaned in slowly, brushing my lips against his collarbone. His body tensed under the ghost of my touch, a sharp inhale betraying just how much he wanted more. "Relax," I murmured.His hands, clenched into the sheets, flexed and then slowly uncurled. He exhaled, and for the first time, I felt him let go, not from fear, not from submission, but because he trusted me. The realization did something to me.

Helios’ POVStar gave me permission. Not to take. To receive. And that difference made my entire body shudder with reverence.I had imagined marking her a thousand times before I ever realized what she truly meant to me. Back when I was a fool, when I saw her as less instead of the force she was. I had thought of claiming her as my right, of sinking my fangs into her skin like she was mine to own.But now? She wasn’t mine. Instead, I was hers. And as I held myself back, aching, shaking, trembling with the sheer weight of her gift, I realized I had never truly craved anything until now.Her throat was bared to me, delicate and strong, a contradiction just like her. The spot between her neck and shoulder was untouched, a canvas left pristine, waiting for the mark that would bind her to no one else but me.I didn’t deserve it. Yet she allowed it. A privilege. A v

Helios POV I don’t know how much more of this I can take. She’s playing with fire, and she knows it.The taste of her still lingers on my lips, a cruel reminder of what I can’t have. My chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, body coiled tight with unrelieved tension.Star watches me, golden eyes gleaming in amusement. She’s enjoying this, enjoying my torment. And I… gods help me, I crave it.I should be furious. I should be demanding more. But no. My body wants to obey, to kneel, to take whatever scraps she’s willing to give. I’ve never felt this way before. Never been denied. Never been forced to wait.She has undone me in ways no one else ever could. And she’s still not done with me yet. She leans forward, pressing a single finger to my lips. A warning. A command. "Don’t speak." I swallow hard, nodding, though my pulse is hammering.