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His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession 12
Stellan Valecrest POV"He is intoxicated, Lord Victor," Ben Turner says smoothly, stepping between the drunk Alpha and the girl. "Allow me to escort you back to your pack territory."The male blinks, his blurred eyes focus on Ben's quiet warning, and he nods hastily. "Right. The spirits have claimed my senses."Stellan does not wait for the rest of the room to react. He wraps his massive arm around Rosamund's waist, lifting her flushed body directly off her feet, and hauls her out of the VIP chamber toward the private terrace.Before they step through the archway, Rosamund cuts a sharp, backward glance at Carys Cennox sitting on the leather couch. A cold, mocking smirk touches her lips, openly ridiculing the female's helpless position.You desire the High Alpha title? Step over my corpse first.Carys's face contorts with pure, unadulterated venom.In the shadows of the corridor, Lamia Vale watches the exchange with a satisfied grin. "
His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession 11
Rosamund Ashby POVRosamund's eyes widen in shock as Stellan clamps his hand around the back of her neck, tilting her head back to force the warm, spiced wine past her lips.The dark vintage slides down her throat, burning her tongue with the heat of his Alpha aura.Before she can push him away, Stellan presses her body back into the soft furs of the couch. The surrounding air thickens instantly, heavy with the primal scent of winter mint and pine."Stellan... stop..." Rosamund gasps out, her hands planting against his broad shoulders.Stellan ignores her weak protest, his mouth trailing down her exposed throat to bite at the sensitive skin near her collarbone. "Stop picking fights with your Alpha, little wolf," he growls against her skin, his voice deep and raspy.Rosamund bites her lip hard. The bastard must be half-intoxicated on territory wine to talk like this."If you submit to me tonight, I will handle the SWORD Circle's funding blockade before the full moon," Stellan murmurs,
His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession C10
Rosamund Ashby POVRosamund forces a polite smile onto her face and pushes open the heavy carved doors. "High Alpha, I require a moment of your time."Stellan's attire today lacks his usual casual edge. He wears full formal leather, tailored with precision, his crest mantle resting over a crisp white tunic. His long hair is pulled back, sharpening his hard jawline.When he works, his presence is undeniably commanding.Hearing her enter, Stellan casts a cold glance across the desk, then lowers his eyes back to his ledgers. "Wait until I conclude this business."Rosamund sits silently until noon.A pack scribe delivers mid-day rations to the room. Stellan sets his quill aside, rises from his desk, and drops onto the fur sofa across from her."Stellan, about this morning...""Do not ruin our meal with bitter topics," Stellan interrupts, sliding a platter of roasted venison toward her side of the table.Rosamund presses her lips together, forcing herself to chew in quiet compliance.Once
His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession C9
Rosamund Ashby POV"Are you trailing my footsteps across the territory, Rosamund?"Stellan’s tone carries a harsh, accusatory edge that makes her blood boil."Trailing you?" Rosamund echoes, her jaw tightening in disbelief. "Your ego must know no bounds. I have zero interest in your whereabouts."Elijah's demeanor remains aggressive and cold. "I saw you lingering near the entrance."Rosamund shifts her gaze, spotting him emerging from the central doors of the Lunar Healing wing. She looks away with visible disgust, raising her wrist to sever the audio-link without a word of goodbye.As he strides across the stone courtyard to block her path, his voice drops into a dark, mocking register. "You waste your sharp instincts. You would make a formidable Fang Warden tracking rogues."Rosamund keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead. "You should consult the Wolfsbane Apothecary. Your mind appears dangerously addled.""Stop playing games," Stellan snaps, his golden eyes narrowing. "State your busi
His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession C8
Rosamund Ashby POVBefore the assembled elders, Rosamund always maintained absolute submissiveness. Tonight is no exception. She offers no excuses, no weak pleas, and no empty promises.After she stands in Everard’s grand study for an agonizingly long stretch, the heavy doors click open. Stellan steps inside.His golden eyes scan the incriminating photographs scattered across the floor before he steps before his grandfather with a hardened jaw. "Grandfather, Rosamund was merely assisting a trusted packmate. Nothing of the sort will ever transpire again."Rosamund keeps her head bowed, her brow knitting in quiet confusion.She never imagined Stellan would step forward to shield her from the Elder Alpha's wrath.Everard fixes a cold, piercing glare on Stellan. "You are remarkably forgiving. But she has brought profound shame upon the Valecrest bloodline!"Stellan offers a calm, unyielding smile. "You have always taught us to value honor and pack loyalty above all else, Grandfather, and
His Silent Wife, His Feral Obsession C7
Rosamund Ashby POV"You always manage to look so miserable, Rosamund. Why must you act like a martyr?"Stellan’s shadow looms over her, his breath warm against her skin, but Rosamund stares back with utter coldness. She refuses to look like Carys, who survives by playing the weak, weeping victim.Seeing her defiant silence, Stellan massages his temples with a frustrated scowl. "Why did you flee from the den the other night?""Are you truly asking me why?" Rosamund's voice drips with sharp irony. "Would you prefer I stay and cheer while you hold another female in your arms?""It was entirely misunderstood," he mutters, pressing a hand to his forehead as if she is the one causing him grief.Rosamund steps back, her eyes narrowing. "If you cannot craft a better excuse, save your breath. Carys has already filled me in on every detail of your little bond."Deep down, part of her had almost wanted to release him—to wish them well and walk away clean. But every time she looks at him, the bit
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