The Cursed Alpha’s Dark Obsession. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER TWELVE:Saphielle's POV:I was panting hard by the time I'd secured my breasts in my bra-sports bra combo, shrugging on my white button-down shirt.Trust me, this combo does wonders in making sure your boobs don't jiggle every time you walk. Was it uncomfortable? Yes. But did I have a choice? No. And this was exactly why I hated uniform days. Yes, you heard right. Uniform. School-issued ones. Yikes.I'd always found it ridiculous since my freshman year. Hell, I didn't have to wear any in high school. But Velmorne Academy's policy firmly stated: every student must wear the school-issued uniforms on Tuesdays. It was compulsory.I hated ditching my baggy jeans, large tees, and hoodies.“I honestly don't know how you do this.” Becca's amused voice filled the room, and my spine stiffened. I did not hear her enter.I ignored her but as usual, she didn't need permission to speak, it was almost as if she was lost on social cues.“...like who the fuck wears a bra, a sports bra, an

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:Azrael's POV:There was something about being told ‘no.’ That made people think ‘yes.’Always this strong pull to things that are forbidden—like her.In my defense, Nyla told me all those strange things about her and only succeeded in making me more curious about her.Who exactly was this feisty little redhead?Why was she scentless? How could she have outsmarted the moon goddess? Something was wrong somewhere. And I plan to know what that is whether or not the goddess approves.Saphielle was staring up at me, her mascara was smudged and she had streaks of it drying on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, her lip had blood drying over the cut there.When I'd rushed in, finding her crumpled on the floor, an uncontrolled rage slammed into me. I wanted to tear every wolf in the room to shreds and hang their remains for others to see.And Rosita? I would have sent her head to her useless father. She had no right to do this to Saphielle. Or to anyone and I'll be making sure

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Saphielle's POV:‘Oh fuck, her pulse is dropping fast!’ “PLEASE, SAPHIELLE. WAKE UP!!”My eyes flew open and I bolted upright. I gasped, coughing hard as air rushed back into my lungs in one go. It burned like I'd swallowed fire, it felt like someone had shoved thorns down my throat. Someone grabbed my trembling body, stroking my hair as sweat and tears mixed on my face. My heart was going crazy behind my ribcage as broken sobs left me. “Shh, you're okay.” They held me tighter, rubbing circles on my back as my sobs grew louder. “Shh. It was just a nightmare. You're safe now, I promise.”I couldn't tell what was happening but it felt like I was still trapped somewhere in that dream and reality. My mind was a jumbled mess and I could barely see.“Hey, Elle?” I recognized that voice, only one person called me Elle. “You're safe, breathe in through your nose and breathe out through your mouth.” I obeyed. “Do it again. Slowly.” I inhaled a shaky breath and let it ou

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Saphielle's POV: I'm not freaking out.I'm really not.A bit shaken? Yes.But that's just it.Becca gave me a balm to help with the marks and thanks to our fast healing abilities due to how our biology is wired, the marks were beginning to fade now that it was almost evening.I didn't leave my room today and also had to text Leanne about it. She promised to come over after her last class which was in forty-five minutes tops.So I was currently waiting for the time to move by while I forced myself to read my textbook—that I really couldn't focus on right now. My head wasn't quiet. And I couldn't shut my eyes to tune out all the noise.Sigh… I genuinely think overthinking should be an Olympic sport…About thirty minutes later, there was a knock on my door and I literally flew out of my bed, my heart racing with anticipation.Okay, well, I was a little freaked out…And I think—knew—speaking to Leanne would help or make me understand why a dream would seem like reality

CHAPTER TWENTY:Saphielle’s POV:When the next day came, I was fully healed. No evidence that I may have almost clawed myself to death in my sleep.It had been a Thursday and naturally, I didn't have any classes, just club meetings—photography club—which I didn't attend because I was feeling lazy but Izar came to visit again, this time without Leanne and he got me some more snacks that I so badly wanted to refuse but didn't want to seem rude.Izar was sweet, kind, and soft-spoken. It was hard to think he was actually Azrael's brother, they were literally opposites. Maybe I saved a bunch of children by preventing an orphanage from burning down in my past life for the goddess to have blessed me with a friend as kind and sweet as Izar.And I wanted to be good to him too. Not that it was hard or anything.Which was why after Friday afternoon classes, I was back at my dorm preparing to go hang out with Izar at his home. The one he shared with Azrael.A foolish decision on my part. “Why ca