MasukThe question startled me and I blinked but then I understood.Before... I had chosen Jasper over him before even if it was forced and complicated but rejection was what Dax saw when I did that.So now he thought my silence meant rejection again.Something painful twisted across his face before he laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it at all“Even if you choose my son again, my pregnant little moon,” he said quietly, voice thick with emotion, “I’ll never stop pursuing you. I’ll never stop fighting for you."My chest tightened and Dax stepped closer until our foreheads almost touched.“I’ll keep chasing you anyway,” he admitted darkly. “I’ll keep asking for you, wanting you and waiting for you.”His hand slid against my cheek gently.“You could stand beside Jasper for the rest of your life and I’d still look at you like you belong beside me instead.”God.This man.“You’re ridiculous,” I whispered weakly.“And obsessed,” he agreed immediately. “Don’t forget obsessed.”A laugh es
Ciara’s POVYes.God... yes.Every part of me wanted to say yes to him.My body wanted him and my heart wanted him more. Even the broken, terrified parts of me that no longer trusted happiness wanted this man standing in front of me looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.I fucking wanted to say that YES. God, I wanted to scream it, throw my arms around this man and tell him I was his completely, stupidly and irreversibly. I wanted the forever he was offering, the safety and the obsession. The way he looked at me like I was the only thing in his world that mattered.Because who wouldn’t want Dax Blackthorne?He's powerful, dangerous and obsessive, he's a man willing to tear apart kingdoms just to keep me beside him.But wanting him and choosing him were two different things entirely.Jasper was not normal. That psychopath had been watching me since I was a child, quietly weaving himself into my life like poison dripping into clean water one slow drop at a time. Ba
Ciara’s POVI stared at him, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.Dax’s hand was wrapped around my neck firmly and unyielding, the heat of his palm pressing into my skin.I tried to pry his fingers away, nails digging into his wrist, but it was useless. He was too strong and angry, every muscle in his arm locked like steel. His eyes burned pure crimson, jaw clenched so tight the vein in his neck stood out.Seriously.What the fuck was wrong with this man?Was he seriously jealous? Or had he heard the worst part .. the part where Jasper ordered me to open the box, build their network inside Shadowfen, betray the pack from within? God… was he going to kill me right here on this table?Dax leaned in closer, his massive body crowding me against the table until I felt every hard inch of him. And then his free hand slowly slid down my body, fingers brushing over my stomach, then lower, heading straight for my now-soaked pussy. I gasped sharply, one hand flyi
Ciara’s POVI took in a deep breath, steeling myself before I answered.“What do you want, Jasper?”He let out a dark, low chuckle that slithered through the phone like something slimy and cold.“So the little bird finally grew wings?” he murmured mockingly. “You really under the illusion you’ve escaped my claws, huh?”God.Even hearing his voice irritated me now.Once upon a time, Jasper’s calm voice used to fool people into thinking he was charming, refined and controlled.Now all I heard was insanity wrapped in expensive suits.I chose not to show fear so I kept my tone flat and almost bored.“Stop overthinking shit and just tell me why you called.”“Oh, I miss you,” he purred, the words turning filthy and unhinged in that way only Jasper could manage. “Miss that tight little body of yours. Miss the way your body reacts to me. Bet my father’s been stretching you open every night, hasn’t he?"I nearly rolled my eyes so hard I saw my ancestors."Filling that pregnant cunt until you’
Ciara’s pov.“Inara!”“Sorry. Serious face on.” She sat straighter. “You want old business ties? Secret payments? Marriages? Favours? Debts? Servants bought off? Account movement?”“All of it,” I said. “Anyone in the Dagon family who has spoken to, worked with, paid, been paid by, protected, visited or quietly benefited from the Blackthorne family or anyone related to them. Not just the public links. I want the hidden ones.”Inara’s eyes gleamed.Now I knew I had caught her interest.“You realize that is not a normal favour, right?” she said. “That is a full mafia audit. That means digging through shell companies, old consiglieri notes, transport routes, wedding guest lists, offshore trusts, security contracts, private clinic records, burner phones and probably three old men who think deleting a file means putting it in a folder named ‘do not open.’”“Can you do it?”She looked offended.“Can I do it?” she repeated. “Baby, I was born to violate rich people’s privacy.”Despite everythi
Ciara’s POVNothing beats enjoying good food while listening to Inara talk like she had personally been hired by the devil to disturb my peace. I sat near the wide window of my room in Shadowfen, one leg folded under me, a bowl of something warm and ridiculously good balanced on my lap, while my phone stood against a silver cup on the table. Outside, the strange glowing trees swayed under a soft blue wind, and inside, Inara’s voice filled the room like chaos wrapped in perfume.“Is the bitch still disturbing you?” she asked, eyes narrowed like she was one insult away from booking a flight to another realm she technically shouldn’t even be able to enter.I rolled my eyes so hard they almost saw my brain. I had made the mistake of telling her about Zora two days ago, and since then, that woman had become Inara’s personal war project. Every call began with a fresh curse, a murder suggestion, or some dramatic strategy involving poison, fake friendship and public disgrace.“Let it go al







