Alle Kapitel von Trapped in his dangerous love : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Nyla. I woke up in the morning and did not know how to face Dominic. I knew he had seen me; although he did not say a word about it, the look of amusement in his eyes proved he had. As long as he did not bring it up, I could pretend he had not seen anything. I had honestly thought he would remain distant, keeping the distance and composure that always defined him but last night had been different. The sunlight spilled gently through my curtains, casting long stripes across the floor. Instead of soothing me, it only reminded me of the chaos inside my chest. My thoughts kept returning to last night: the brush of his hand, the quiet closeness, the fleeting warmth of the balcony kiss. Each memory left a fluttering ache I could not name. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rested my hands on my knees, letting the cool floor ground me. I tried to breathe deeply, but each inhale only brought another wave of longing and tension. How could one person leave such a mark with so little

DominicI got back home in the night after taking a long walk in the park. Nyla was asleep. The television on her side of the room was on, but I did not bother to cross over to turn it off, so I did not disturb her sleep. Instead, I turned off the lights in my room and lay in bed. I was restless and couldn’t seem to shut my mind off.The night felt… wrong.Too quiet.Too heavy.I stared at the ceiling, my hands resting behind my head as my wolf shifted uneasily beneath my skin. It wasn’t just restlessness it was instinct. Something was off, and my wolf wouldn’t let it go.Nyla.My brows furrowed slightly.She had been fine earlier… or at least, she tried to be. But I had seen it the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes avoided mine after everything that happened on the balcony.Eric.My jaw tightened.That name alone was enough to stir irritation in me.I turned slightly on the bed, exhaling sharply. “Get a grip,” I muttered under my breath.But my wolf didn’t listen.Instead, i

NylaTwo Months LaterEver since the incident with Eric, Dominic has been guarded around me. He was pleasant and got me everything he felt I needed without me asking, but I knew he had put up a wall between us, and he never returned home until the early hours of the morning. The kiss I shared with Eric that night still haunted me, a sharp reminder of the choices I had made and the chaos that followed.Dominic never mentioned it, never said a word about what had happened. But I could feel it in the smallest of ways. The way his eyes would flick to me just a second too long before looking away. The subtle tightening of his jaw whenever my mind wandered to that night. The way his shoulders stiffened, even when he smiled. Every movement, every gesture, every look was carefully measured, controlled, restrained.I hated it, and I hated myself for noticing.I noticed when he brought me coffee in the morning and set it down gently on my nightstand as if he could sense the sleepless night I ha

Nyla“Nyla, please say sorry,” Dominic linked me, his voice low, pleading, shaking slightly with the weight of anger and frustration.It was hard, but I managed to do so, my lips trembling as I whispered, “I… I’m sorry.”“Henceforth, you are not welcome at this table, Nyla. I thought you were a sweet, calm girl. I actually believed you were too good for Eric. That was why I joined you with Dominic. I did not know you were like this.”Her words, Margaret’s words, cut through me like ice. I froze in my chair, my hands gripping my lap so tightly my knuckles ached. My heart was pounding, my wolf restless beneath my skin, and fear made my stomach twist into knots.“You think your feelings for Eric excuse sneaking out in the dead of night? That your desire justifies disobeying rules and ignoring the warnings of those who care about you? Do you understand the chaos you have caused, Nyla? The worry, the anger, the fear? You have left me no choice but to confront you directly, to make sure you

“Have you eaten?” Alpha Aesop asked, and I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Please sit,” he said, softer this time, his voice careful. I lowered myself onto the chair, every muscle tense, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t organize. The room was quiet too quiet and that silence made my skin prickle. Something was about to happen. I could feel it. Dominic sat beside me. His presence was overpowering, as always, and when his hand came to rest on my thigh, I froze. The warmth of his touch was grounding, but also dangerous, pulling at every nerve in my body. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything else—on the table, on my hands—but nothing worked. His thumb moved slowly, deliberately. It was supposed to calm me, and part of me wanted to let it. But another part—a deeper, wilder part—was restless. My wolf growled low beneath my skin, sensing the tension between my heart, my desires, and the past I couldn’t escape. “Nyla, I am sorry about what happened,” Alpha Aesop said.