Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Dominic's POVThe rage still burned through my veins like liquid fire as I slammed the door to Antalya's room, the sound echoing through the mansion's hallways. Her curses followed me, muffled but no less venomous through the thick wood. "I hate you, Dominic! You're a monster!" she screamed, and I could hear something crash against the door.Let her rage, I thought, my lips curving into a dark smile. She can throw all the tantrums she wants. She's mine now, marked and claimed. There's no escaping what we are to each other.I headed to my study, pouring myself a generous amount of whiskey. The amber liquid burned down my throat, but it did nothing to quench the obsession that consumed me. Every cell in my body called out for her, even as she despised me. The mate bond was both a blessing and a curse – binding us together while she fought against it with every breath.The memory of her in another man's arms at the venue made my glass crack under my grip. Vaiker. That pathetic excuse for

Antalya's POVThe perfectly polished woman in front of me looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, even in her rage. Her blonde hair was styled in perfect waves, her makeup flawless despite her furious tears. This was Lacie – Dominic's fiancée. Or former fiancée, apparently.So he had someone else all along, I thought bitterly. He destroyed my life, killed my parents, and ruined another woman's relationship just for his sick obsession."Three years, Dominic!" Lacie screamed, her voice cracking. "Three years of planning our future, our engagement ceremony was last month, and you throw it all away for some random girl?""Watch your tongue, Lacie," Dominic warned, his voice deadly calm. "She's not some random girl. She's my mate.""Your mate?" Lacie laughed hysterically. "How convenient! Right when the elders were pressuring you to finally set a Luna ceremony date, suddenly your true mate appears? Do you think I'm stupid?"I watched the exchange like a tennis match, each reve

Antalya's POVFor three days, I became a ghost in Dominic's mansion. I watched him from shadows, memorized his routines, studied when he ate, what he drank, who prepared his meals. Every detail mattered if I was going to succeed this time.Breakfast at seven, always black coffee first. Lunch in his study, usually while working. Dinner at eight, sometimes with wine. I catalogued everything in my mind while maintaining my facade of hatred and defiance.The hardest part was being patient. Every instinct screamed at me to act now, to pour the poison into his coffee the moment I saw an opportunity. But I couldn't be reckless. If I suddenly acted nice or cooperative, he'd know something was wrong. Dominic was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.So I kept up my act. I refused meals, pushed away the trays of food the servants brought, and locked myself in my room. By the second day, I was genuinely hungry, my stomach cramping from lack of food, but it was worth it for the plan.He nee

Antalya's POVMy eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar ceiling patterns and the smell of medicinal herbs. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I tried to move, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed broken glass."Oh, you're awake!" A cheerful voice made me turn my head. A young woman with auburn hair and kind eyes sat beside my bed. "I'm Sailor, your assigned maid. How are you feeling?""Like death," I croaked, then the memories came flooding back. The poison. The glass. Dominic drinking it. "What happened? How long was I out?""Three days, miss," Sailor said gently. "You've been in a coma from wolfsbane poisoning. The doctor said it's a miracle you survived."Three days. My heart raced. "Is he... is Dominic dead?"Sailor's eyes widened. "The Alpha? Oh no, miss. He's perfectly fine. A bit wounded from your... greeting earlier, but he's already healed."The rage that flooded through me was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body couldn't handle it. I tasted copper in my mouth b

Dominic's POVThe moment I suggested the women's team, I saw the flash of disappointment in her eyes before it transformed into rage. She wanted to play with her old team, with those men who'd seen her as Lance, who'd been close to her in ways that made my wolf snarl with jealousy."A women's team?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You really can't stand the thought of me near other men, can you?""No, I can't," I admitted without shame. "The thought of you around them, laughing with them, letting them touch you even in passing... it makes me want to tear them apart.""You're sick.""We've established that, little wildcat. Now, will you accept my offer or continue your dramatics?""Get out," she said coldly, turning away from me. "Just get out of my room.""As you wish," I said, maintaining my composure even as fire began spreading through my veins. "Think about my offer. It's more than most would give someone who's tried to kill them repeatedly."I walked out steadily, kee