Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Obsession: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Dominico’s POVThe moment Phillipe finished his speech, the hall fell into an eerie silence. Christophe stepped forward, his movements slow, as he ascended the steps to kneel before his Sire.I had never actually witnessed a crowning ceremony. Never one like this at least. When an Alpha is changed there are ceremonies held but those usually only include oaths, a feast and night hunts. Like Alaric’s. No one wore evening gowns or suits like this.The violinists had stilled, their bows hovering above their strings, waiting for the moment. Christophe, head bowed, recited the ancient words, his voice steady yet carrying enough weight to command the attention of every single vampire present.“I come here not to be served, but to serve.”No amplification was needed. His words cut through the hush of the hall, carrying to my ears even from where I stood on the third floor.But I wasn’t focused on the grandeur of it all.My frown deepened.If Elijah was going to make a move, it had to be now.

Dominico’s POV:Elijah’s screams echoed behind me as I stepped out of the cell. His voice, raw and frenzied, bounced off the cold stone walls."You won't find her! She’s dead! She’s dead to you!"I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I kept walking, forcing myself not to turn back.My vision blurred at the edges. My mind was a storm, crashing and thrashing against my skull, refusing to settle. He was lying. He had to be lying. He had used future tense. She wasn’t dead yet. I could still feel her.Christophe nearly ran into me as I reached the staircase. One glance at my face and he let out a heavy sigh."No results." It wasn’t a question.I didn’t answer.He exhaled through his nose and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Go rest. Don’t lose hope. We’ll keep the interrogation going."Rest? How could I rest? Nyxia was out there somewhere, possibly injured, possibly dying, possibly—No.I swallowed against the lump in my throat and gave him a stiff nod before brushing past h

Dominico’s POV:Even as my mind spiraled into chaos, I forced myself to stay grounded. Every piece of information the demon had given me so far had only made me question more things, twisting my understanding of reality into something unfamiliar, something sinister.Was he lying?No.There was no reason for him to. If I had truly given everything I could to save Nyxia, then the demon had nothing left to take from me.But then—Nyxia?The demon had never mentioned her name. He had only said soulmate.And yet, deep inside my chest, my wolf knew.The connection, the visceral certainty—it was undeniable. It had to be her.I took a slow, steadying breath and narrowed my eyes. “And you failed your side of the contract.”The words came out as a statement, not a question.The demon, for the first time since our conversation began, hesitated.Then, in a slow, almost amused manner, it stepped closer—though I still couldn’t see its form, only the shifting mass of darkness that surrounded it."Did

Nyxia’s POV:My heart thundered in my chest as I watched my younger self giggle, pressing a soft kiss to the wrist of the boy in front of me—who was unmistakably Dominico."I like you a lot!" I heard myself say in my tiny, cheerful voice.Then, just like that, I turned and ran away, my little blue dress fluttering behind me.What the fuck?I felt the breath leave my lungs in a sharp exhale. My body locked up, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to process what I had just seen.Is this a dream? No, this felt too realistic. So, were those… my memories?I had imprinted on Dominico?No, it wasn’t just me. We had imprinted on each other.That small, glowing infinity symbol—It had appeared on both our wrists.A sharp wave of dizziness rolled through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second before reopening them. My pulse pounded loudly in my ears as realization after realization came crashing down like an avalanche.So the soulmate I had before…It was Dominico.Not some unk

Dominico’s POV"Why that?" I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper."Because," the demon murmured, the deep resonance of his voice curling through the darkness like smoke, "it’s the only thing you possess that is of equal value to what you require."The weight of his words settled over me like a suffocating blanket. My past self—the twenty-one-year-old me—shook his head, brows furrowed as his fingers twitched slightly, betraying the uncertainty he refused to voice."Even... even if you did turn back time," he whispered, his throat bobbing as he struggled to find the right words, "you said Nyxia isn’t meant to live past fourteen. And I know, even in the last... timeline, she would die, wouldn’t she?"His eyes flickered toward the third fireball hovering in the demon’s palm, its flickering glow casting eerie shadows across his face. "Not at fourteen... but later. Maybe not in the same way. But she will die."The demon let out a slow, almost indulgent sigh, as if entertained by