All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Dominico’s POV:The rage burning inside me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It clawed at my insides, demanding release. My heart pounded against my ribs, my breaths coming out in slow, uneven drags as I tried to make sense of Desmond’s words.But it didn’t make sense.None of it did.If Ethan—or Elijah, or whatever the hell he called himself—had truly known all along, why the fuck would he have let Nyxia go? If he had always intended to take her back, why would he have allowed the marriage to happen in the first place?Why would he let her become mine?A snarl tore through my throat as I clenched my fists, barely restraining myself from grabbing Desmond and tearing him apart right here and now. But before I could act on that violent impulse, Nikolai beat me to it."You still have the audacity to lie?!" he bellowed, his voice thick with rage.The sound of his fury echoed through the dimly lit room, pressing down on all of us like a heavy storm cloud about to burst.Desmond f

Dominico’s POV:“Yes. My third theory is that she was already reunited with her soulmate, which is why the Xerxes curse didn’t affect her anymore,” Alex continued, his voice eerily calm despite the chaos unraveling around us.A warm sensation bubbled up inside me but I crushed any hopes in an instant.I gritted my teeth. Everything I thought I knew about Nyxia was unraveling like a tangled web, revealing secrets buried so deep that I was sure even she wasn’t aware of them.If Nikolai was surprised that she was Omega by birth then I highly doubted that she was aware of that fact either.“But… what if her turning into a Beta completely removed her curse?” Christophe interjected, arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall.Alex exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “The chances of that happening are even lower than my second theory, just based on the fact of how her heat cycles were completely unstable in the beginning. If her Omega characteristics had truly been erased when s

Dominico’s POV:“So, he became jealous, and the day Christophe was to be announced as the official heir, he decided to… kill you?” I frowned, turning toward Christophe at the end of my sentence.Christophe merely shrugged, looking completely unfazed. “Yes.”I narrowed my eyes.“But he was weaker back then,” Alexander added, adjusting his glasses. “Way weaker. So, naturally, he didn’t succeed, and instead, he got cast out by Father.” He leaned back in his chair. “Elijah believes it’s his birthright. He genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with his actions.”“Oh my god.”Nikolai groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the chair.“I call dibs on torturing that guy!”I rolled my eyes, rubbing my temples. “How about we find him first?”Nikolai scoffed. “Lure him out, like you said earlier.”“And how? With what?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.Christophe drummed his fingers on the table thoughtfully. “He wants revenge against our father for choosing me, right? But his plan to acc

Dominico’s POVNear Gashville, just two hours southeast, lay Carcarus—the Bordeaux family’s ancestral territory.Unlike the dense, shrouded forests that wolves favored for their domains, Carcarus was built like a fortress of wealth.Its towering Victorian-style buildings stretched across a vast 30,000 square kilometers, gleaming under the moonlight like a kingdom frozen in time.The Bordeaux family was rich—wealthier than most royal lineages, their fortune built on a single, ruthless enterprise, blood.The towering skyscrapers, the underground trade networks, the lavish halls of their estate—all of it was funded by their blood banks. Humans willingly sold their blood, believing it was used for medical purposes, but in reality, it was a thriving market that fueled the growing vampire population worldwide.Vampires were unlike wolves. While wolves were bound to the natural laws of packs and balance, vampires had no such restrictions. They lived for millennia, their numbers growing expon

Dominico’s POV:The next day passed in a blur, but not without tension clawing at my every nerve.The Bordeaux castle was alive with movement, an endless stream of vampires and servants flitting through the vast halls, preparing for the coronation.Ornate tables and chairs were arranged with almost mechanical precision, the air heavy with the scent of burning incense.I kept to the shadows, standing along the curved beams that lined the third-floor balcony, hidden behind a thick pillar. From my vantage point, I watched as the main hall below filled with guests, all of them vampires, none bothering with the usual cloaks they wore to shield themselves from the outside world.The hall itself was a very grand one, enough to fit at least a thousand people with ease.A towering, circular chamber, five floors high, with open railings and marble pillars that lined each level, giving a clear view of the central gathering space below. The ceiling was a dome of clear glass, offering an unobstruc