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Dominic Ever since the kiss between Nyla and Eric, I had been on edge. Every moment after that, every memory, every fleeting thought, it all twisted inside me like a knife I couldn’t pull out. I buried myself in work, stayed longer in the office, even ignored calls and messages just to avoid facing the storm that brewed inside.But avoidance didn’t work. I couldn’t escape the image of Nyla’s smile as she looked at Eric, the soft warmth in her eyes, the quiet intimacy that lingered between them even in a room full of tension. My chest tightened every time I pictured them together, and I hated that I couldn’t stop it. I hated that it bothered me, that my Alpha instincts roared like a caged beast every time he was near her.I came home later than usual that evening. The house was quiet, but I could feel her presence before I even saw her. Nyla was in the sitting room, her posture relaxed, yet there was a subtle tension in the way she held herself. My eyes found Eric immediately, sitting

Nyla The air in the car felt thick, almost suffocating, as I sat quietly beside Dominic. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension I could feel radiating through the leather. The fight with Eric earlier still burned fresh in my mind the way his voice had cracked, the sharp words exchanged between the brothers, and the raw frustration in Dominic’s glare. I didn’t know whether to feel guilty, scared, or just utterly trapped. Dominic drove in silence, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against hers in casual, teasing proximity. Every touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she tried to suppress it, tried to focus on the scenery instead of the way her heartbeat spiked whenever his thigh brushed hers. “Are you okay?” Dominic’s voice finally broke the silence, low, smooth, dangerous. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement, a demand for honesty. Nyla swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered. But even as she said it, her

Nyla.The resort felt like a different world—quiet, secluded, and untouched by chaos. The soft hum of the ocean, the scent of salt and blooming flowers, the warm sunlight spilling across the balcony—it was serene, almost unreal.Dominic was… perfect. Not flawless, but perfect in all the ways that mattered. Gentle yet commanding, protective yet careful, and always aware of how I felt. He knew when to give me space, when to lean in, when to simply be present. Every little gesture, from brushing a strand of hair behind my ear to adjusting my blanket while I slept, carried meaning. He made me feel safe, seen, and wanted all at once.The first days passed slowly but blissfully. We talked about everything our childhoods, dreams, fears, favorite books, movies, music. We shared little habits, quirks, and the things that made us laugh. Dominic opened up too, revealing parts of himself he never shared with anyone how he learned to channel his protective instincts, the responsibilities he carrie

“You look beautiful, Nyla.”Dominic’s voice was low, steady… but there was something in it I hadn’t heard before.Something softer.For a moment, I just stared at him.Beautiful?The word echoed in my mind, unfamiliar coming from him. This was a man who commanded, who controlled, who took what he wanted without hesitation. Compliments didn’t seem like something he would waste his time on.And yet… he had said it so naturally.“Thank you,” I replied quietly, my voice almost betraying me.His gaze didn’t leave mine. Not even for a second.It was intense… but not suffocating.Not tonight.The room was dimly lit, warm, almost intimate. A small table had been set between us, simple but elegant, like everything else in this house. It wasn’t grand or overly decorated, but it felt deliberate.Private.Too private.Dominic stepped forward and pulled out a chair for me.The gesture caught me off guard.I hesitated briefly before sitting down, my movements slower than usual as I tried to underst

She moaned, and I growled at the sweetness of the pleasure and her response. Gently I picked up speed, and soon she came, shaking. I poured myself into her and gently let her down. We completed the shower and exited the bathroom together. While we packed our things, I noticed she was a bit sad.Her eyes lingered on the floor, thoughtful, distant, like she was replaying every second of what had just happened. I watched her carefully, noting the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched as if holding onto invisible pieces of the night. Something was on her mind, but she wasn’t ready to share it yet.“You’re quiet,” I said softly, stepping closer. My hand brushed against hers, and she didn’t pull away. That small connection told me she wasn’t shutting me out completely, even if she wanted to.“I’m fine,” she whispered, but the hesitation in her voice betrayed her. Her lip quivered ever so slightly, and I could see the way her chest rose and fell faster than normal. I