All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nyxia’s POV"You?!" I gasped, whipping around to find myself face-to-face with Alexander.He was grinning, a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “What, expecting someone else?”I shot him a glare, feeling a surge of irritation flare up. "What are you doing here?”“We don’t have much time,” he said, lowering his voice. “Nikolai sent me. He suspected Alaric might eventually need... help.”My mouth dropped open, both at his admission and the implications of it. "So, Nikolai planned this?”Alexander shrugged. “In a way, yes. Alaric would never suspect me, and I thought it would be an easy enough job.”“An easy enough job?” I spat. “Then why did you call me a liar in front of them?”Alexander rolled his eyes. “What was I supposed to say? You think they’d believe you have no problems, that your wild heat cycles were just a figment of their imagination?”I clenched my fists. “Well… yeah, maybe!” My voice was a mix of frustration and desperation.Alexander shook his head, the humo

Disclaimer (Spoiler): This following chapters contains detailed themes of self-harm, violence, and suicidal ideation. Reader discretion is advised.Nyxia's POV:“Why the hell is she not waking up?!” Nikolai’s voice drifted through the thick haze that had wrapped around my mind, muffled and far away.“I already explained,” Alex’s smooth, detached tone responded. “This isn’t something a doctor can fix—”A groan escaped my lips, and I blinked my eyes open, everything blurry and spinning. Nikolai was at my side in an instant, his concerned face hovering over mine. I struggled to sit up, glancing around the room. I was in a bedroom—small by Dominico’s standards but still larger than the one I’d had back at the hunter’s mansion. It felt… unfamiliar but safe.“Where… where are we?” I croaked, my throat dry as sandpaper.Nikolai brought a glass of water to my lips, holding it steady while I took slow sips. My head was pounding, my limbs heavy and throbbing with pain. I looked down and noticed

Alaric’s POV:The hallway falls silent around me, a cold emptiness pressing in from all sides. Even with the phantom of Nyxia gone, I can feel her, hear her voice echoing in my mind. I grip the key tighter, letting the coolness of the metal ground me. This isn’t the time to lose myself in emotions or memories. There’s one last chance to set things right, and it’s waiting just beyond that door.Steeling myself, I make my way to the far end of the corridor, where the shadows stretch darker than the rest. My body protests with every step, pain twisting through my abdomen as if reminding me of the limited time I have. What good is power, I think bitterly, if it’s spent out here, dying alone with unanswered questions?I stop before the heavy door that was locked with a finger pad lock, the one that once belonged to my father. The pain in my chest dulls momentarily, replaced by a cold, calculating focus. My father, the man who brought ruin upon everyone he touched, and I, his son, left to c

Dominico’s POV:Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.My mind reels, and the words echo endlessly as I watch Alaric, pale and unmoving, the blood pouring from his chest in relentless waves. My hands shake as I press down, trying to stem the bleeding. It won’t stop. His pulse flutters weakly under my fingers, his skin cold. Each second that passes tightens the vise around my chest, suffocating, inescapable.“Why isn’t he healing? Why?” I demand, my voice breaking as I look up at Max. Max’s jaw is clenched, his hands already blood-streaked from trying to keep Alaric’s wounds closed, but he can’t hide the panic seeping through his composed mask.“He should be healing faster than this. I don’t understand.” His words are a whisper, and I see his own hands trembling as he grabs another strip of gauze, pressing it down on Alaric’s chest.Rowan joins us, his usually apathetic face tense, his mouth set in a grim line as he kneels beside me, his hands flying to help wherever he can. “How long will it take for the

Dominico’s POV:The sight of her standing in front of me after all these years feels like an open wound being picked apart. Verena. The woman who left him. My brother.“What are you doing here?” My voice is sharp, cutting through the heavy silence in the hallway. Anger rises in me, hot and wild. How dare she show up now, after everything? After leaving Alaric to pick up the shattered pieces of himself?But it’s Nyxia who steps forward, her voice steady but tinged with something unspoken. “Where is Alaric?”I glance at her, expecting her to meet my anger with defiance, the way she always has.But her expression stops me cold. There’s no anger there. Just worry. Genuine, bone-deep worry. For him. For my brother.The fire in me dims, replaced by a heaviness I can’t shake. I look to the doctor instead, giving her a curt nod. “Tell them.”The doctor, steps forward. “He’s out of danger for now,” she begins, her tone calm but grave. “He’ll wake soon. For now, he needs quiet.”Verena lets out