Sold To The Monster Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 35

Dominic’s POVThe sudden, sharp shift of the mattress woke me the exact second the dawn fully broke over the horizon.My eyes snapped open. Cynthia—no, the girl wearing her name—was already sitting up beside me, her uninjured hand pushing the sable blankets away from her waist. We were so close our faces were nearly touching, the pale morning light illuminating every sharp line of her profile.I looked at her, my analytical gaze scanning her features, trying to read the shift in her aura. Was she going to scream? Was she going to slide back into the terror of the night before?But as she met my eyes, her expression instantly locked into place. The raw, bleeding vulnerability from the dark had vanished, replaced by that familiar, composed, unreadable mask. She was collected. She was completely pulling her old, fierce self back together right in front of my eyes.Without saying a word, she slid her legs over the edge of the mattress, letting go of my warmth as she tried to stand up

Rosalie’s POV The vibration of his voice—that terrifying, low baritone—still hung in the sweltering air of the sanctuary, a physical pressure that seemed to rattle the very bones in my chest. *“Remember who owns the cliff.”* I sat perfectly rigid beneath the dense weight of the sable blankets, my fingers unconsciously curling into the plush fur. Every muscle in my body was locked, bracing against the sudden, violent shift in the room’s atmosphere. The transition was so abrupt it made my stomach turn; the blistering, raw heat of his bare torso was gone, replaced by a wall of sub-zero, royal detachment. Dominic stood tall at the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders squared as he drew the cold, unyielding mask of the sovereign seamlessly back over his features. His gold eyes, which had burned with such desperate, unvarnished intensity while he held me through the dark, had narrowed into hardened, lethal slits.He looked exactly like the heartless tyrant the realm feared. The mons