《Want Me, Insane Alpha》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 29 章

LEAHFor three full days he was almost unrecognizable.The feral edge that had ruled him since the raid softened into something quieter, almost careful. DomINIC cooked for me- simple meals he made himself in the private kitchen, standing at the stove in a black T-shirt and sweatpants while I sat on a stool and watched the play of muscle under the fabric. He refused to let the staff near us. Every plate was set in front of me by his own hands. He drew baths in the oversized tub, tested the water with his wrist the way someone might for a child, then lifted me in and washed my hair with slow, thorough fingers. When the pressure in my breasts built he didn’t attack it with the usual hungry urgency. He sat behind me in the water, chest to my back, and massaged the heaviness away with warm, oiled hands until milk beaded and floated on the surface. Only then would he lean around and drink- long, gentle pulls that felt more like comfort than claiming.In the afternoons he sat with me in th

LEAHIt happened two days after he brought me home from the boat.I had been quiet. Too quiet. Dom noticed- he noticed everything now, but he mistook it for residual fear. He kept me in his arms, fed me, nursed the constant pressure from my breasts with gentle mouths and soft words, and whispered apologies into my hair every time I closed my eyes.I let him.Until I couldn’t.We were in the bedroom. Late afternoon light filtered through the curtains. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in one of his shirts, knees drawn up, while he knelt in front of me massaging the heavy ache from my breasts the way he had every few hours since the rescue. Milk beaded under his thumbs. His eyes were soft. Careful. The same soft Alpha who had cooked for me and read medical journals in the library.Something inside me simply snapped. I shoved his hands away and stood so fast he rocked back on his heels. “Stop.” My voice came out raw, shaking, already too loud.Dom looked up, startled. “Leah”“I can’t

LEAHI stood beside Dom in the formal living room of the private wing, wearing a soft black dress he had chosen- high-necked enough to hide most of the platinum collar and short enough that I felt every shift of air against my bare thighs. Underneath I wore nothing. He had been very clear about that.Six allied Alphas stood across from us.They were careful men, older, powerful in their own territories, and smart enough to keep their eyes on Dom instead of letting them linger on me. Still, I felt the weight of their attention. My body reacted the way it always did under stress- milk beading against the cups of the dress, slick already coating my inner thighs. The dampener in the collar kept the worst of my scent contained, but I knew they could still catch traces of it. Dom’s hand rested low on my back, thumb stroking once in silent reassurance.“This is Leah,” he said, voice calm and absolute. “My Omega.” The title landed in the room like a stone.One of the Alphas- a gray-haired m

LEAHFor the first time since I arrived, the estate was quiet.No rival packs. No betrayals. No emergency lockdowns. Just the low hum of security systems that no longer needed to be tested and the soft sound of wind moving through the gardens. The absence of threat felt almost surreal, like stepping out of a storm into still air. We fell into a rhythm that felt dangerously close to ordinary.Mornings began in the garden.Dom would wake me with slow kisses down my spine, then carry me outside wrapped in one of his shirts before the sun grew too warm. We sat on the wide stone bench beneath the flowering trees while he massaged the overnight pressure from my breasts until milk beaded and he could drink it away in long, unhurried pulls. The open air made everything feel softer. He would nurse with his eyes closed, one hand resting on my bare thigh, and I would run my fingers through his hair and watch the sky change color.“This,” he murmured one morning against my damp skin. “I want f

LEAHEight months later the mansion no longer felt like a cage.It felt like home.I stood on the sunlit terrace with one hand resting on the gentle curve of my stomach, the other holding a medical journal I was only half reading. The platinum collar sat cool and permanent against my throat. My breasts were heavier than they had ever been- full and sensitive from the pregnancy, leaking more freely than even the height of the Syndrome had managed. Dom had been delighted by that particular development.He had stepped back from the darkest parts of his empire almost immediately after I chose to stay. The bloodier contracts were handed off. The private wing was no longer a fortress; it was simply our wing. Security still existed, of course, but it felt like protection instead of imprisonment. Marcus had helped me finish the last of my clinical requirements via satellite, and I was months away from the official certification that would let me practice properly in the expanded medical wi