Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Obsession: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Nyxia's POV:Giuseppe grunted and glared at me, pushing me forward, and that's when I realized two more betas had come down. They walked toward Nikolai, who had already shifted into his wolf form, the smell of blood intensifying in the air. Being in wolf form always drained energy faster than staying human, and considering how badly Niko was injured—he hadn’t even eaten in hours—I knew he was teetering on the edge. If he didn’t stop and rest soon, things could take a turn for the worse. Way worse."What are they doing?!" I yelled, struggling against Giuseppe’s grip, kicking him as hard as I could. He grunted but held firm."Settle down, princess. They’re just giving him a tranquilizer. He’ll be fine... IF you follow orders," Giuseppe hissed, his voice dripping with venom. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back, his hot, rancid breath crawling over my skin. "But if you don’t, well, I’m sure you can imagine the consequences."I froze at the implication, my heart sinking as g

A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat. Groomed. Like a fucking dog. What ceremony? Me being sold off?The idea of being bathed, waxed, and styled like a doll was too absurd, too humiliating. But I was too weak, too drained to fight it. The pain, the heat, the mark on my back—it was all too much. I just wanted this nightmare to end.The door creaked open wider, and several maids entered, their eyes downcast as they approached me. I couldn’t even muster the strength to protest as they gently guided me back to the bed. They moved like ghosts, their hands quick and practiced as they stripped me of whatever dignity I had left.The bath came first. Warm water against my fevered skin, but it did little to soothe the fire that raged inside me. My body felt alien, heavy, like I didn’t belong in it anymore. Their hands moved over me with detached efficiency, as if I was nothing more than a thing to be scrubbed and polished.The waxing was next. Painful, but in comparison to the torment I h

Nyxia’s POV:The white sleeveless silk dress clung to my torso like a second skin, and the rest of it slid down like a waterfall, creating the perfect shimmery mermaid silhouette.The burn scars I had gotten on my shoulder from the fire four years ago were hidden beneath a thick layer of concealer. The tail of the dress was long, dragging along the floor, and when I came out of my pained haze, I realized my hair and makeup had already been done.My hair was styled in an elaborate updo, adorned with a delicate white flower crown resting on my forehead, while my bangs were styled to perfection. I looked like the perfect doll. Ready to be played with.On the surface, I appeared ethereal—my eyelids shimmered, giving my face a glow, but the contrast with the cherry red lipstick only emphasized how pale and exhausted I truly looked. Who would care, though? No one.The only people who might have cared were either locked in a dungeon because of me or had disappeared, and I was starting to dou

Nyxia’s POV:When the ceremony ended, the hall erupted in howls, their wild calls echoing through the mansion. But there was no joy in the sound—no real celebration. It was all a display, a show of dominance and power. The pack’s unity at its most twisted.Dominico turned to me, his expression unreadable as he extended his arm. I stared at it, hesitating, my skin crawling at the thought of touching him. But I had no choice. I placed my hand on his arm, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of his suit, making my pulse race.My mind drifted back to the kiss. My chest tightened, heart pounding as the memory of his lips against mine resurfaced. It was scorching hot, leaving me breathless as if I was about to melt. His scent—sandalwood, forest, and something dangerous I couldn’t place—had been intoxicating. Too intoxicating.I hated that it had affected me so much. I wasn’t a stranger to intimacy—Ethan had been my first, but nothing I had experienced before even came close

Nyxia’s POV:The heat in my core flared again, but this time it was mixed with something else—rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms as my mind raced."Get the hell away from me!" I hissed, my voice trembling with fury.But they didn’t listen. The first wolf lunged at me, his claws slashing through the air, tearing at my wedding dress. The fabric ripped away from my thigh, a sharp sting of pain following as his claws raked across my skin, leaving behind a searing burn. Blood welled up from the wound, soaking through the remains of the dress. I stumbled back, struggling to stay on my feet.Before I could react, the second wolf was on me, teeth bared as he ripped the dress from my back, leaving me exposed to the cold night air."Careful. Don’t cut her too deep—we need her alive," growled the third and largest wolf, his voice sending shivers down my spine.My palms were sweaty and my vision blurred with pain and fury, but I forced myself to f