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Chapter 59

ผู้เขียน: Amarablack
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All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

— Leo Tolstoy

DAMIEN

The Obsidian pack may be stuck in old ways and deep-rooted traditions, but there was one thing

we never lacked— fucking entertainment starring its own members.

Who needed enemies when we were already so good at fucking ourselves over for free?

I winced as Lucien’s grandfather slapped his father, muttering in the native tongue my mother had begged me to learn.

Of course, I skipped half the lessons.

She should’ve told me it’d come in handy for professional-level snooping if she wanted me to pay attention.

“Rowan, come see this shit,” I hissed across the kitchen.

“Shit—” I ducked as Lucien turned around, pretending I was very invested in the tile pattern.

Rowan didn't react and just chewed his beef jerky like it was more interesting than three generations of wolves about to kill each other.

“Whatever, man,” he said, staring at the wall.

I scoffed. My twin brother had also b
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  • Primal Craving    Chapter 70

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  • Primal Craving    Chapter 69

    Steady is the crown. Caged is the hunger.— Anonymous.LUCIEN I hadn’t had a moment to myself in days, and finally, I let my hands work the tension from my body.But even here, alone in the dark, I wasn’t really alone. Camellia was everywhere: laugh, stubborn eyes—everything clawing at my chest until it ached and my cock throbbed with the same relentless hunger.And gods, the pack. The endless weight of it. The snarling tempers, the shadow of Raven Howl poisoning every corner.I carried it on my shoulders every hour of the day, and it pressed down until my bones ached.This wasn’t just lust. It was release.I leaned back in the chair, undoing my pants with shaking hands. My cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, the need in me almost painful. I wrapped my palm around it and groaned.My strokes started slow, dragging from root to tip, my veins throbbing against my fist.I closed my eyes and saw her mouth—parting as I slid between her lips. My hand tightened, moving faster, chasing the

  • Primal Craving    Chapter 68

    The body knows what the mind refuses.— Elara Veyne.CAMELLIA I couldn’t possibly be pregnant.All the doctors Darius brought said it was just digestion issues."Drink this, it helped me with nausea when I was pregnant," one of the women handed me a cup with something silvery swimming in it."I'm not pregnant," I said again.She looked at me with a sad smile and left, shaking her head.The Direborn pack, which was what the group of people were called, were actually really friendly when they weren’t pointing weapons at me.They were a little bit on the ancient side, and we camped on Darius’s grounds for about two or three days before we arrived at their pack.They were smaller compared to Darius and Lucien’s, but seemed much happier.They didn’t have most of the modern infrastructures and technology we were used to, yet they had managed to make do in ways that felt odd with water wheels in place of power, fire-lit gatherings instead of electricity and handwoven systems that somehow w

  • Primal Craving    Chapter 67

    Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.— Agatha Christie.LILY Something was wrong and I hate that I just couldn't prove it yet.I stared at the TV absentmindedly while Rowan’s hand toyed with my nipples, the other busy texting on his phone.“I want you,” he said, but his eyes never left the screen as his hand slid lower."That sounds like a your kind of problem," I scoffed, removing his hand from my breasts.Rowan froze, his lips parting like he wanted to fire back. But whatever words he had caught in his throat. He closed his mouth, shifted his gaze back to the TV, and sank into silence instead.Meanwhile, my mind wasn’t on him at all,it was on Camellia.She hadn’t texted me in nearly a week. I told myself not to panic, that she was probably tangled up in her decision with Darius.So I tried the American way of giving her space instead of bombarding her with calls and texts.It felt wrong, though, like silence was eating me alive."I'm worried ab

  • Primal Craving    Chapter 66

    The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.― Samuel Johnson.LUCIEN My warriors always had to pay the price to keep me occupied whenever I thought about camellia too much."Again" i said to them.They groaned but resumed another lap around the training field.A stray thought of her wasn’t harmless; it was me lighting the fuse on my own ruin.Camellia had chosen to stay with Darius, and I told myself that was fine.She was her own being, free to make her choices. Maybe she was even better off with him than with me. Even if I’d managed to tame my father and his madness for a while , the elders would still sneer at her name.Fuck.Who was I kidding? It wasn’t fine. I hated that she was with Darius, hated the thought of her laughter belonging to him. I missed her like breath itself, and my wolf was too silent these days, like he’d abandoned me to mourn her alone.When I finally brought her back, I wanted there to be no more obstacles—no father, n

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