Game of Obsession

Lucas’s POV

She walked out on me. Again.

Only this time, she didn’t leave broken and crying.

No, this time, Selina Carter left with her head high, her hips swaying like she owned the damn fucking world, and the taste of her defiance still thick in the air. And for the first time in my life, I couldn’t breathe.

I stood in the center of the lounge, fists clenched, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged beast. The echo of her heels clicking down the hallway was the only sound I could focus on.

She was supposed to be shattered. Bitter. Maybe smug. But not… that.

She was fucking bold, cold, and so fucking untouchable.

The moment I’d pressed her to that wall, I felt it—the crackle of something wild and primal that still existed between us. That thing neither time nor betrayal could erase. The mate bond was fractured, twisted, but it was still alive.

She felt it, too. I know she did. Her breath hitched. Her body arched. For one second, her eyes weren’t steel—they were fire. I know she wanted me to stretch her pussy so, so hard. But then she turned away like I was nothing.

I slammed my fist into the wall with a savage growl. Plaster cracked under the force, and blood dripped from my knuckles, hot and satisfying.

She was baiting me. Provoking me. Making a show of her power, her independence, and her success. And fuck, did it turn me on? It did so fucking hard.

But she’d gone too far. Challenging me in front of everyone. Bringing armed guards to my territory. Speaking to me like I was just another man she could walk over.

I wasn’t just any man. I was her mate. And I was going to make her remember that.

I pulled out my phone and hit the secure line.

“Grant.”

“Sir?”

“Full background on every one of her board members, financial supporters, and legal advisors. I want leverage—dirty, personal, financial. If she’s standing on a throne, I want to know what legs are weak enough to break.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else?”

“Have her bodyguards followed. Discreetly. I want to know where she eats, who she meets, and where she sleeps. I fucking wanted to know if she's giving my pussy to someone else.”

“You want her tailed?”

“I want her watched.” I paused. “But not touched. Not unless I say otherwise.”

Because the next time I got my hands on her, I wanted her alone. No guards. No press. No power to hide behind.

Just us. And the truth.

The truth that she still fucking belongs to me.

Selina’s POV

I needed to breathe.

The second I stepped out of the lounge and into the night air, I sucked in a lungful of cool oxygen like I’d been drowning inside.

Lucas’s scent still clung to me—earthy, spicy, wild. My body still hummed with the memory of his presence, the heat of his breath on my skin, and the hunger in his voice.

And it made me sick. Because my body didn’t care that he was the man who destroyed me.

It only remembered the way he used to touch me. The way his voice used to drop when he whispered my name like a secret. The way our bond used to feel like a firestorm every time he kissed me and took me.

I hated that I remembered.

And I hated that I still wanted him dead and somehow alive in my bed at the same time. Fuck! I am starting to believe this is a dangerous game.

“Ma’am.” Liam, my lead security, opened the door of the black SUV and offered a subtle nod. His eyes flicked to the building behind me. “Everything alright?”

“Perfect,” I said smoothly, slipping into the back seat with all the poise of a queen returning from war.

He didn’t ask anything else. He didn’t need to. Everyone in my circle knew Lucas Blackwood was the one subject that turned me from ice to wildfire.

As the SUV pulled away from the curb, I glanced at the driver’s rearview mirror.

No tail.

Not yet.

But I knew Lucas. He wasn’t going to let this go. That look in his eyes—that unhinged mix of regret and dominance—meant he’d be coming for me.

Good. Let him come. Let him crawl through glass if he has to. I’d burned once for him. Let’s see how well he does under fire.

Lucas’s POV

By the next morning, I had everything I needed.

Her company’s contracts. Her private security files. Her real estate holdings. Offshore accounts. Even the names of the elite schools she’d quietly donated to. One of them had a record under the name “D. Carter.”

A child.

That name lit my blood on fire. I stared at the document on my desk, my breath caught somewhere between rage and disbelief.

D. Carter.

A child. Age: Five.

Mother: Selina Carter.

No record of a father.

No public birth record.

Conceived five years ago—around the same time she left.

My vision blurred.

Could it be—?

No.

No. She wouldn’t…

She fucking would.

She hid my child from me.

I stood so fast my chair slammed backward. My claws itched beneath my skin, and my wolf roared, the beast inside me snapping loose, howling for blood and answers.

She lied to me.

She let me live for five years thinking she was just a thorn in my side. But she was the mother of my child.