Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Obsession: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Nyxia's POV:It felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a couple of seconds before another wolf burst from the forest—his fur as dark as the night, streaked with gold. He barreled into the wolf on my back, tearing him away from me with such ferocity that I could barely comprehend it. The two wolves clashed in a whirlwind of teeth and claws, their battle filling the air with snarls and growls that made the ground beneath me tremble.I tried to move, tried to push myself up, but my body refused to obey. The pain radiated from every nerve, draining my strength. My vision blurred, the world spinning, and I felt myself slipping away, inch by inch, into unconsciousness.The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was the dark wolf standing over me, his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine. Something about that gaze sent a shiver down my spine, and then I felt strong arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground.My vision swam as I looked up into Dominico’s face. His expression

Dominico's POV:I slammed my fists onto Alaric’s desk, my knuckles throbbing with the force of the blow. "What the hell was that about, Alaric?" I growled, my voice dripping with venom. "You told me she consented. Last night, she looked like she was being marched to her own funeral! Not a damn word or look from her suggested she wanted this marriage!"Alaric didn’t flinch, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with irritation. "That’s what Desmond and his pack showed us," he replied, his tone cold and calculated. "The Hunter family talked her up like a princess—spoiled and adored. We’ve been discussing this for nearly a year, Dom. We needed this alliance. They’re one of the oldest bloodlines. Letting Silverwood swoop in and take her would’ve weakened us."I clenched my jaw, the fury simmering just below the surface. "Of course, you and your fucking politics."Alaric’s patience frayed, and he sat up, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. "Yes, politics. You know exactly how importa

Nyxia's POV:I rolled my eyes as I watched Dominico storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He called me a brat? He was the one acting like a child, stomping away like that. I fought down the urge to smile despite the mess of emotions swirling in my chest.Honestly, I hadn’t expected him to apologize at all. And I wasn’t sure what he was even apologizing for—the kiss? His audacity? His infuriating behavior? His very existence?But I could still feel it: the bruising pressure of his lips on mine, his hands gripping me with raw intensity that left me breathless. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t just from desire. No, this was something else entirely—anger. A raging fire of frustration at how easily I had melted under his touch, without even fighting back. The apology had only deepened the confusion. What was he thinking?My thoughts wandered back to Ethan, and the memory of our first kiss washed over me. It had been soft, sweet, everything Dominico’s kiss hadn’t been. With Et

Nyxia's POV:A flicker of movement caught my eye, just beyond the curtains. My heart lurched, and I tensed, straining to see what it was. Was someone watching me?“Hello?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.Nothing.But then, another movement—this time from the opposite corner of the room. I turned, only to see a figure dart behind one of the chairs. My pulse quickened, my hands balling into fists as I tried to prepare myself for whatever—or whoever—it was.And then I saw it. A face peeking out from behind the curtains, staring at me with wide, mischievous green eyes. I blinked in surprise, only for the figure to disappear again.What the hell?The figure had long hair, so it was clearly a girl.Before I could react, the same figure appeared behind me, followed by a second one just a few feet away. She was fast—too fast for me to catch sight of her clearly.What in the Harry Potter was going on?One moment she was behind the curtains, the next behind the chairs, then by th

Nyx’s POV (Two Hours Earlier):I banged against the door, panic rising in my chest. “Fuck this,” I muttered, cursing under my breath as I slammed my fists into the wood. “Fuck!”The door wouldn’t budge. Locked. And I was stuck in here, with the heat clawing at me like a wild animal. I could feel it creeping up my spine, making my skin itch and my mind spiral into chaos.Why did I feel so weak? So... raw?I turned toward the windows, desperate for an escape, only to find that they, too, were locked. The glass wouldn’t even crack, no matter how hard I threw the chair against it. I had tried everything, and nothing worked.My legs wobbled beneath me as I paced, the heat becoming unbearable. My body was on fire, my mind a mess of swirling emotions and thoughts. I wanted to run, to escape this feeling, but there was nowhere to go. Worse, the pain in my back had flared up again, adding to the hell I was already in.I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t think.All I knew was that I was burning alive,