บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Alpha’s Dark Obsession.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER ONE: Saphielle's POV: “RUN!! NOW!!” And I did, as fast as I could. Mistress Annika and Mistress Rosita would double my punishment if I didn't obey. They’ve once burnt a girl’s skin with a hair curler for disobeying and then locked her up in the toilet for days. My lungs burned. My eyes watered. But I dare not stop running. “You had better touch that fence in five seconds!” Annika's voice boomed into the megaphone speaker. Goddess. Fuck my life. That was not possible! The fence in question was too far away! “Five!” My heart lurched violently as her countdown began. “Goddess, please…” I panted heavily. “Please, please, help me.” “Four!” Her voice sent my heart galloping frantically. “Don't mess with me, Saphielle!” I increased my pace ignoring the protest from my legs and lungs. I'm not going to make it. I realized much to my horror. It was a setup. They knew I couldn't do it. As usual, it was a way to mess with me and punish me even harder. I should stop

CHAPTER THREE: Saphielle's POV: Monday classes were always boring but I'd sell my soul to the devil if my professor could drag this class till night. I'm not kidding. I'd do it. I would do basically anything to hide away from people and keep their attention off me. Not that my appearance was helping matters right now. My eyes were swollen and red from hours of crying. My hair looked like I rolled out of bed and just forced it into a bun—that's literally what I did since I was trying to avoid people, especially Annika and Rosita. The rest of the weekend was an endless torture. After the humiliating public break up, I'd returned to my dorm room with Annika and Rosita waiting to give me the punishment they'd promised. I had to clean their room, reorganize every shelf, and wash their toilets. When they were satisfied, I was asked to crawl until I couldn't feel my knees and my back ached. At one point, I forgot about my recent heartbreak. They even made me stand outside

CHAPTER FIVE:Saphielle's POV: This is bad.My hands wouldn't stop shaking, my heartbeat hadn't slowed since I ran from that classroom.‘Why the fuck are you scentless?!’His words wouldn't stop ringing in my head, filling me with so much dread, I was beginning to feel nauseous.Even the wind hitting my face couldn't stop me from sweating as I hurried back to my dorm. Screw the rest of my classes. I can't… I can't sit in a room with anyone right now. I'm too worked up, too jittery. I need space to breathe. To think.How on earth could he tell I had no scent?!He shouldn't have been able to… My hand instinctively crawled up to my neck, my fingers tracing the spell necklace my parents had always made me wear since I was a little girl.It was supposed to give me an artificial scent—cherry blossom and vanilla—to hide the fact that I was scentless.The truth is; I wasn't born scentless.My parents had my real scent blocked when I was four years old.I had no idea why.And according to t

CHAPTER SEVEN:Azrael's POV: Pretending to be a 21-year-old college student meant I had to act like one.Since I look roughly around that age bracket, it wasn't exactly hardship.After living for hundreds of years, a lot of things came easy to me and I adapted quickly. I'd learned languages, cultures, skills—even though I didn't need those. What I'm saying is; I've been twenty-one over and over just to keep my secret and the ‘balance’ which the moon goddess is so desperate to keep.Keeping the balance meant I had to put up with some bullshit or the other. Like right now for example.My betrothed, Rosita, was currently climbing me like a stripper on a pole, pushing her barely covered tits up against my face, groping my chest and my barely interested cock in my fucking living room.I should be happy, right? What 21 year old guy wouldn't like his girl getting handsy with him? But I didn't like ‘my girl.’It wasn't fair to her, she did nothing wrong. I was the one using her to create

CHAPTER NINE:Azrael's POV:I couldn't stop pacing the length of my bedroom, clenching fists, trying to ground myself.This wasn't going to end well.I knew how it went.Rosita would whine and cry to her father about my behavior today and because her father can't say shit to my face, he'd run his mouth to the high priestess instead.And then, she'd probably spend the whole day reminding me why my relationship with Rosita was ‘important’ and how ruining the ‘balance’ will incur the moon goddess's wrath…I wasn't scared of either of them but that crazy ass woman who lives in the sky had ways to bring an immortal, powerful Alpha like me to his knees.So yeah, I probably should've taken Rosita's side to avoid the headache. But I couldn't help myself.The way little red's face had crumpled when Rosita disrespected her… it twisted something in me that I would rather not name.I had to leave before I did something stupid—like pull her into my arms and smooth the worry lines between her brows