All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nyxia’s POV:Nikolai blinked, clearly searching for the right words. Finally, he sighed and spoke, his voice tinged with frustration and guilt. “I was twelve years old, Nyx—a kid with a ridiculous hero complex. All I wanted was to be my sister’s knight in shining armor, protecting you from your ‘trauma.’”He shook his head. “By the time I realized something was off... the fire happened. And there was no one left to ask.”His words hung heavy in the air. I glanced at him, and a small, rueful smile crept onto my lips despite myself. It was impossible not to remember how protective he used to be when I was younger. He’d follow me around, making sure no one dared to upset me. Especially in school.I nodded, pulling myself back into my thoughts. My memories from earlier swirled chaotically, dragging me to the vision in the library. I winced, grabbing my head as a sharp pang shot through it.“Nyx,” Alexander’s calm voice interrupted, drawing my attention. He stood a few steps away, his gaze

Dominico’s POVThe rain outside created a steady rhythm against the mansion’s windows, but the warmth of the shower did little to calm the storm brewing inside me.Nyxia stood before me, the hot water cascading over her as steam clouded the air. Her black and white-streaked hair clung to her back, framing the jagged tattoo of angel wings etched into her skin.I wanted to tell her everything. I love you, too. It was on the tip of my tongue, pressing against the edges of my mind. I should have said it earlier, right after I had apologized to her, but then I felt her shivering due to the cold and all thoughts left me except getting her warm.And now? I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not yet.Maybe it was the way she hesitated to unclothe fully, the guarded look in her silvery-blue eyes when she thought I wasn’t watching. Maybe she still thought I wouldn’t find her beautiful completely bare?Or maybe it was my own doubts. The feeling that she was still holding something back, something

Nyxia’s POV:I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I met Alex’s steady gaze. “Am I...?” My voice faltered, the question barely forming on my lips.Alex’s expression softened, a rare crack in his usually confident demeanor. “Yes,” he said simply, his voice calm but firm. “You’re pregnant.”The word settled over me like a blanket, comforting, but heavy and suffocating. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Alex straightened, setting down the clipboard. “But,” he continued, glancing toward the door, “I think you both need to hear this together.” He moved toward the door and opened it, calling out, “Dominico.”Dominico entered, his steps quick and purposeful, worry etched into every line of his face. He didn’t say a word, but the way his eyes darted to me, searching for reassurance, made my stomach twist.“I’m sorry,” Alex said, addressing me. “I know you asked for privacy, but this is something you both need to discuss.”Dominico’s hand found mine again, his grip firm as he sat beside me.

Nyxia’s POV:I barely registered my own steps as I dashed through the corridor. The air felt thick, pressing against me as if the house itself was trying to suffocate my thoughts.My chest tightened, and my vision blurred—not from tears this time, but from the whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t seem to process.And then I slammed into someone.“Oof!” I stumbled back, nearly losing my footing.“Watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grumbled.I blinked up to find Christophe glaring down at me. His usual look of perpetual annoyance was softened, though, his dark brows furrowing with something that almost resembled concern.“You okay?” he asked hesitantly, his eyes scanning me as though I might fall apart in front of him.I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice. But before he could dismiss me, I grabbed his arm.“Can you... do me a favor?” I asked, my voice trembling.Christophe raised an eyebrow, his irritation melting into genuine surprise. “Depends on the favor.”“Stay with Dom,” I

Nyxia’s POV:The rain pounded relentlessly against the car windows, each drop a tiny hammer in the symphony of the storm.Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.Dominico gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, eyes fixed on the road ahead. I sat beside him in the passenger seat, stealing glances at his tense profile, while in the back seat, Alex and Nikolai were hunched over deciphering the leather bound book.Breaking the silence, I turned slightly in my seat to face the back. "What exactly is this language?" I asked, nodding toward the book.Alex looked up, adjusting his glasses. "It's a very old language, Draconic."Dominico's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching Alex's gaze. "As in the language of dragons?"I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "No wonder I couldn't recognize it."Alex leaned back, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the page. "Dragon shifters are known to be myths to most, but for vampires, especially