All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nyxia’s POVI heard every word.“You wanted me to marry her, so I did. And now she’s mine. So stay the fuck in your limit.”Dominico’s voice echoed through the door, harsh and biting. My stomach twisted in knots, and I clenched my fists as I tried to process what I had just heard.He was right. I’d been furious at Dominico, blaming him for everything, when in reality, it had been Alaric pulling the strings. The head of the pack. The Alpha. The man I had foolishly thought was the “nicer” brother.How could I have been so stupid?The maid entered the room, oblivious to my inner turmoil, and began preparing me for the gala. She drew a warm bath scented with honey and milk, scrubbing my skin until it felt like I was shedding layers of guilt and anger. But no amount of pampering could wash away the mess inside my head.As she worked on my hair, twisting it into waves and pinning it with delicate silver butterflies, I tried to call out to my wolf.Hey, I know you’re there. Stop hiding.I’m

Nyx’s POV:My cheeks burned as I hooked my arm through Dominico’s, trying to mask my embarrassment. What was more humiliating—having to play the obedient Omega at a formal event or the fact that being close to him like this made me feel more vulnerable than the time he’d... made me come in his arms?God, why was I even thinking about that?I shook the thought from my mind, my eyes scanning the surroundings to distract myself. The venue was beautiful, opulent in every way. The dome-like structure of the building was surrounded by lush, meticulously trimmed gardens with tall hedges that looked like they led into a maze. My eyes were drawn to the elaborate fountains outside—one a graceful swan, another a fierce lycan, and a third, smaller, winged creature I couldn’t quite make out from the distance.As we stepped inside, I was immediately struck by the grandeur of the ballroom. The floors were covered in black and gold marble tiles, gleaming under the light of the massive crystal chandel

Nyxia's POV:I cringed inwardly, not wanting to imagine where this conversation could go. Nikolai, however, didn’t miss a beat. “I was out of the country, unfortunately,” he said, his voice sliding effortlessly into the role of a regretful friend. “It was a hastily arranged wedding, as I understand. I didn’t have time to make it back, but I’m very happy to see her now.” His gaze flicked to me, the sadness in his eyes exaggerated, too practiced. “How are you doing, Nyx? Fitting in well?”My smile faltered. Lying to Nikolai felt wrong, even if it was necessary. How was I supposed to talk about this so-called "wonderful" new life in front of Dominico, knowing full well that I hadn’t even fully processed it myself? Still, I forced the smile back onto my face, trying to keep my tone light. “It’s been... wonderful. It’s so nice to see you again after so long.”Dominico’s grip around my waist tightened at our familiarity, and I felt a pang of guilt. I had to distance myself, if not for his s

Nyxia's POV:I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but unfortunately, I knew exactly what had happened. The searing pain, the darkness—it was the mark. The one left by that damned witch. Even if I could explain, how could I possibly put it into words?That the mark, born of dark magic, was taking over, forcing me to be something I wasn’t meant to be? How could I tell them that the pain wasn’t just physical but something deeper, tied to the very essence of what I had become? Worse, how could I explain this without them thinking I’d lost my mind?Dominico hovered close, concern etched deep into his features. "Just a minute, darling," he said softly. "The doctor will be here soon." His voice was warm, tender even, but the word doctor sent a wave of panic through me.A doctor? No, that would only make things worse. There’s no way I could explain this to anyone—not even Dominico. I glanced at Nikolai, hoping he’d understand, hoping he could help me somehow.“No,” I blurted, my voice

Nyxia's POV:Her dark robes fluttered softly in the night breeze, her pale skin almost luminescent against the backdrop of the darkened sky. Her eyes—black as night—bored into mine, and her lips curved into a knowing, dangerous smile.She was just as I remembered, and the sight of her sent waves of fear coursing through me. The same woman who had turned my world upside down, who had ripped away the life I thought I knew.I couldn’t breathe. My legs trembled as I backed away, every instinct in me screaming to run. But before I could even move, she lifted her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, everything went black.The world around me disappeared. Gone was the balcony, the mansion, the night sky. I was standing in the midst of complete darkness, with only a faint shimmer of light where the witch stood, her form barely illuminated in the void.“You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, child,” she said, her voice low and velvety, sending shivers down my spine.Her voice was nothing like I