Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

*Capitulo Tres*Allistair's body slammed against the stone wall with a sickening crack, the shock shuddering through his bones, reverberating in his ribs. Pain flared, sharp and immediate, yet he refused to flinch. His golden eyes—those eyes that always carried the quiet defiance of someone born from both moonlight and flame—blazed brighter. He shoved Samael back with a feral snarl, teeth flashing, chest rising and falling like a cornered wolf refusing to bow. The air thickened around them, heavy with blood, fury, and something darker—something neither could name, though both felt clawing under their skins.Samael's lips curled into a dangerous smirk, but his beast, Lucan, was not so composed. Inside him, the creature roared and paced, agitated by the scent that clung to Allistair like a cruel temptation. It wasn't merely blood. It was something sharper, sweeter—like the promise of power laced with sin. His restraint frayed, thread by thread. His claws twitched as though desperate to

*Capitulo Cinco* The first rays of dawn spilled through the rose-patterned curtains of the Rosewood mansion, tinting Allistair’s room in soft gold. The roses etched into his bedposts caught the light, glowing faintly as if mocking the restless night he endured. His body was still warm, skin tingling with phantom touches that he refused to acknowledge. His eyes blinked open, lashes damp, throat dry. He sat up slowly, pulling the blanket close to his bare chest. For a moment, he thought it had been just another dream—like so many before, where faceless phantoms consumed him in fire and roses. But this time, his lips were swollen, his neck throbbed with heat, and his wrists carried the faint bruising imprint of golden shackles. Allistair’s breath hitched. It wasn’t a dream… it was him. He pressed his fingers to the mark Samael had bitten. It still pulsed, not healing under his father’s power, shimmering faintly with a forbidden bond. Shame coursed through him. His body remembe

Samael while looking eyes full of love and obsession healed Allistair by bruising his wrist and letting it drop to Allistair’s mouth. After healing him and with a flick of his hand two sets of silk pajama and shirt with undergarments appear and he dressed Allistair and himself too, he healed his wrist and scolded Lucan together with Morgan.“You fucking beast. You ruined him. And to think you would think of letting us sleep huh while you ravaged our mate. You could kill him!!” Samael shouted in his mind.“Lucan you are never doing this again. Samael why don’t you seal him now.” Morgan said, livid.“Hell no! I was careless ok. Let me out, I’ll apologize to him. I did not control myself and that’s my fault just don’t seal me. Fuck I love him as much as you do. I am you as you are me. You fucker!” Lucan shouted, pleading is evident in his voice.Samael’s entity are clashing, almost on the verge of tearing himself apart, when he felt someone hugged his back and chin resting on his right s

Samael froze as his gaze fell upon the canvas. At first, silence. Then a sharp inhale, as though the sight had stolen the air from his lungs. His crimson eyes flared, and for once they did not look like the eyes of a ruler or a beast, only a man stripped bare.He stepped closer unconsciously, as if dragged into the embrace depicted in the painting. Every detail touched his heart, the way the figures reached for one another but couldn’t. The wolves despair and madness called to him.His chest rose and fell unevenly. A tremor ran through his hand when he reached out, hovering inches from the brushstrokes, as if touching it would shatter him.“Allistair…” his voice was hoarse, broken. “This……how?”Allistair stepped forward and embraced him from behind, grounding him. “You’ve painted not a replica, Amor Meus. This feels like the original. It is the original painting. God! To think I burned every canvas in your room. Damn it! Your work, effort, soul, I can see it all here. How could I have