The Alpha's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Nyxia's POV:Before I could protest further, his lips were on mine again, but this time there was nothing sexual about it. He forced the vial’s contents to my lips, his mouth covering mine as he poured the foul liquid between my lips.“Mmm….” I gasped, struggling against him, but he pressed harder, his tongue pushing the liquid deeper into my mouth as he kissed me with brutal intensity.I gagged, trying to push him away, but his grip was like iron. I had no choice but to swallow the bitter concoction. It burned going down, the taste lingering on my tongue like poison. I tried to fight back to no avail. His body was pressed against mine, his heat enveloping me, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my already frazzled nerves spark with sensation.The moment I swallowed, I could feel the heat in my body burn even harder before it suddenly started to recede. Slowly, painfully, it dulled, like a dying ember, but it was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. I hated

Nyxia's POV:I woke with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. The room was dark, the heavy curtains blocking out any light from the outside. For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the dream—of everything my wolf had said.The relief from the suppressors had dulled the fire inside me, but now that the physical heat had died down, my emotions were catching up with me. A wave of guilt washed over me, making my stomach twist.I couldn’t help but feel like, once again, I had betrayed myself. Like whatever was left of my self-respect was gone. I had given in to Dominico, let him touch me, and the worst part was... I had wanted it. In my haze of lust last night, my body had betrayed me in the most humiliating way possible, and I hated myself for it.I thought about my wolf’s words, the warnings she had given me: Stop taking the suppressors. But how? The idea of mating... of giving in to Dominico... made my skin crawl. The heat between us was un

Dominico’s POV:Alaric’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “How long do you plan on spending your nights in the office, Dom? You should be sleeping with your wife. People will get suspicious.”I gritted my teeth, trying not to let the irritation show. I didn’t need this conversation right now. “I know,” I muttered, my tone clipped. My mind flashed back to our conversation, Nyx’s reaction when I told her we’d be sharing a room. The way she had recoiled at the mere thought of us sleeping in the same bed. I felt a surge of anger at the memory and directed it at Alaric.“I can handle it, Alaric,” I snapped. “And I’d appreciate it if you stopped meddling in my business.”For a moment, there was a stunned silence. Alaric blinked at me, clearly taken aback. I had never told him to back off like that before. He’d always been the one pulling the strings, guiding me—no, pushing me—into these decisions. But now, I could feel the weight of his influence pressing down on me, suffocating

Dominico’s POV:Nyx narrowed her eyes at me, pulling her hoodie tighter around herself as she backed up further on the bed. “What are you saying?” she asked warily, as if she already knew the answer but was hoping she was wrong.I clenched my jaw. “There are only two ways to handle this. You either learn to control your pheromones—completely—and we’ll need to sleep in the same room, act like we’re properly mated. You know that marked Omegas can’t be scented by other Alphas. So, it’s important that everyone knows you are... mine.”Her eyes widened, and I saw the fear flash across her face. “And the other option?”“I can mark you,” I said bluntly, “and make you my mate for real. That way, even if we don’t sleep in the same room, no one will approach you.”Her face twisted in horror, and she recoiled. “No! Wouldn’t that mean I’m stuck with you forever?” She clamped her mouth shut, realizing what she’d just said.The horror in her voice made my chest tighten. Was the idea of staying with

Nyxia's POV:I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was answering his question or just trying to reassure myself. I wasn’t okay. I didn’t know what I was. My body felt like it was no longer mine. And yet, despite everything, I couldn’t deny the relief that had come with the release.The way the unbearable tension had finally broken, leaving me in this strange limbo of exhaustion and calm.Dominico’s fingers brushed the hair away from my face, and I flinched slightly at the touch, more out of surprise than fear. His touch was surprisingly tender, careful, as if he was afraid of breaking me.“You don’t have to stay like this,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “If you want space, I can—”“No,” I whispered back, surprising myself with how quickly I responded. “I… I just need a minute.”There was a long pause, the room filled only with the sound of our breathing. The air still smelled like us—like sweat, sex, and something primal that lingered in the space between us. But fo