The Alpha's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Dominico's POV:I shook my head immediately. “Not happening.”“Why not?” Lillith pouted, crossing her arms. “You always dance with me on your birthday!”My chest tightened. She wasn’t wrong. Every year, it had been a tradition. I would take her hand, spin her around the floor, and watch her laugh like she didn’t have a care in the world. But this year... things were different. There would be more than just our pack at the gala. It wasn’t safe.Lucifer, ever the troublemaker, grinned. “Oh, Lily, don’t be upset. It’s because now he has his very own Omega. He’ll be too busy with her to dance with you.”I smirked despite myself. “Princess, I’ll always dance with you. We’ll do it on your birthday, I promise. But this gala isn’t safe for you two. It won’t just be our pack. There’ll be witches, vampires, and other supernaturals. It’s too risky.”Lillith’s bottom lip quivered, but before she could protest further, I added, “And as for Nyx...” I chuckled. “She’d probably throw a tantrum if I e

Nyxia’s POV:The mall was busier than I expected for a weekday. The bustle of humans going about their day felt so foreign to me now. Once, I had been part of this crowd—just another girl window shopping, grabbing a coffee, pretending my life was simple. Now, everything felt different. I wasn’t the same, and nothing about my situation was simple anymore.Dominico strode ahead, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the crowd. Even here, surrounded by strangers who had no idea who he was, he exuded power. The kind that made people instinctively step aside, giving him space. The twins walked beside me, chattering away—though not verbally. They had this eerie way of communicating with their eyes—one glance, and they understood each other perfectly.But something struck me as odd. The twins were acting differently around me. More mature, in a way. When they were with Dom, they were playful, mischievous even—almost like clueless children who relied on their brothers to keep them in che

Dominico’s POV:Well, it was clear I had fucked up.This morning, when the butler had asked what to do with the luggage, I had been curious. We weren’t short of money. If Nyxia wanted, I would buy her a whole mansion's worth of outfits, shoes, bags, accessories—whatever she wished for.However, none of it was supposed to compare to the emotional importance of something given to you by family. Which was why I had stooped as low as to look through her luggage. But what I found was disappointing at best. She deserved so much more. Much better.Nothing befitting someone of her status. She was beautiful, effortlessly so, but those clothes weren’t what an Omega like Nyx deserved—especially as the wife of an Alpha. And that made it worse. Those measly scraps were all she had to show for herself. The only reason they looked good was because the one who would wear them was Nyx.But I had been wrong about one huge thing. It wasn’t the actual stuff in the luggage she didn’t like—it was the peopl

Dominico’s POV:She looked up at me, her eyes wide with terror. “They… they were going to…”“I know,” I said softly. “But they’re gone now. They can’t hurt you.”Rowan shifted back as well, pulling out a blanket from the pack he had strapped to his back. He draped it over the girl, who clutched it tightly, her sobs quieting.“We need to get her back to the estate,” Rowan said, his voice grim. “She’s in shock.”I nodded, my gaze lingering on the bodies of the rogues. They had been desperate—driven by hunger, perhaps, or madness. But that didn’t excuse what they had done.We carried the girl back to the pack lands, where she would be taken care of. The estate had medics and caretakers who would make sure she was safe, who would help her heal. But as we walked, my mind was elsewhere.The pack’s numbers had been dwindling for years, thanks to the scarcity of Omegas. Without them, there were no new wolves—no new life. Beta wolves could only turn if they were bitten by an Alpha, but true-bl

Dominico's POV:Nyx’s words from this morning kept echoing in my mind, rattling around like shards of glass I couldn’t avoid stepping on. Every time I replayed her voice, it stung.The way she had said it—the anger and hurt clear in her voice—cut deeper than I wanted to admit. She wasn’t wrong. I hated how she looked at me—like I was part of the problem, the villain in her story. Maybe I was.I couldn’t shake the jealousy twisting inside me. She had smiled at Alaric. Laughed with him. He didn’t deserve it. She was mine—not his. My blood boiled, the possessiveness surging through my veins like molten fire, and my beast growled, urging me to get her away from him.I knew Alaric wasn’t a threat—he was my brother. The pack Alpha, the man I was supposed to respect, obey. But at that moment, the only thing that mattered was Nyx. The instincts running wild in me screamed one thing over and over.Mine. She’s mine.I had stormed into the dining hall, my fists clenched, fighting the urge to bre