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The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Ungrateful
Abel's POVThe camp Marcus's men set up at the trailhead smelled like diesel and wet pine, and it took every ounce of restraint I had left not to snap at the enforcer who kept asking if I wanted coffee. I did not want coffee. I wanted Vanessa back in one piece and I wanted an excuse to put my hands on whoever had taken her.Instead I got a fever.Not mine. Hers, apparently, judging by the state she was in when the trackers found the second camp two days later, shivering under a tarp with a gash across her ribs that had gone an angry, swollen red."You are not touching me," she said, the second I crouched down beside the cot they'd put her on."I already stitched the wound shut while you were unconscious, so that particular ship has sailed."Her eyes narrowed at me, glassy with fever but still sharp enough to cut. "Then untouch it.""I don't think that's how stitches work.""I don't care how stitches work. I care that you're the one who put them there."I sat back on my heels and studi
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Blood of the fog
Blood on the FogAbel's POV The quiet in the empty suite was far too heavy, far too absolute.I stood in the center of the living area, my gaze sweeping over the overturned crimson dress on the floorboards and the open travel bag. Her scent, that infuriating blend of soft vanilla, sharp silver, and hot Lycan blood, still clung to the air, but it was stale. Cold.I reached down and picked up the silk dress, the fabric slipping through my fingers like water. My wolf clawed violently against the inside of my ribs, his ears pinned back, his snout lifting into the air to catch a trace of movement.*She didn't just walk out,* my wolf growled, his voice a low, jagged rumble in my mind. *She was running. Running hot.*I turned on my heel and marched back down to the lobby, my heavy boots echoing against the marble floor. The human receptionist, already pale from our earlier interaction, shrank back into her chair as I approached the desk, my Alpha aura flaring so hard the glass light fixture
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Problem
Abel's POV The double doors swung shut behind Vanessa, leaving a suffocating, echoing silence in the boardroom. Every director sat frozen, their eyes locked on me, waiting for the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack to handle the hurricane that had just ripped through the room.Questions erupted simultaneously, a barrage of voices overlapping in chaos."Alpha Abel, what was that?""Is the Lycan's daughter out of her mind?""You claimed she was your mate, is she refusing pack allegiance?"I stood at the head of the table, my jaw clamped so tight my molars throbbed. For three agonizing seconds, I didn't have an answer to give them. My chest felt hot where her claws had dug in, the lingering scent of her anger hanging thick in the air."My apologies, gentlemen," I began, forcing my voice into a low, even register that cut through the noise. "You must forgive Lady Vanessa's... intensity. High Alpha Jordan specifically tasked me to act as the sole spokesman for this venture. She is simply unused
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin To be hunted
Vanessa I didn't stop in the hallway. I stood near the glass elevators, my chest heaving, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth throbbed. I waited three agonizing minutes for Abel to burst through those double doors, ready to tear his head off the second he stepped into the light.Instead, through the heavy mahogany doors, I heard his voice. Smooth, calm, and maddeningly composed, addressing the elders as if I hadn't just shattered their pristine morning. He was smoothing it over. Playing the diplomat."Arrogant, deceitful bastard," I cussed under my breath, my fingernails digging into my palms until I felt the skin break.I couldn't breathe the same stale, corporate air for another second. I slammed my hand against the elevator button, stepped inside the moment the brass doors slid open, and rode it straight down to the lobby. I stormed out of the skyscraper, hailed a passing yellow taxi, and threw myself into the back seat, barking the name of our hotel.The ride back was a blur of crim
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Disaster
Vanessa's POV The heavy double doors of the boardroom clicked shut behind us, trapping the suffocating scent of polished leather, expensive cigars, and old money inside the soundproofed room. Twelve pairs of eyes—belonging to the territory's most influential Alpha elders and board directors—remained locked on us.Abel's iron grip on my wrist didn't loosen, even as I burned holes into the side of his face with my glare."Please, sit," Director Vance said, gesturing toward two high-backed leather chairs at the head of the mahogany table. "It is an honor to have the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and his new Luna present to oversee the merger."Abel slid smoothly into his chair, pulling mine out just enough for me to sit. The moment his fingers left my skin, I felt the sheer temptation to sink my claws straight into his throat."We are honored to be here, Director Vance," Abel began, his voice calm, resonant, and entirely stripped of the exhaustion he had shown hours ago. He rested his ha
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Gold chain
Vanessa's POV Gold chain The heavy wooden door of the executive suite clicked shut behind us, cutting off the quiet hum of the carpeted hallway.The suite was absurdly opulent—high vaulted ceilings, sweeping floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark line of pine forests, a plush velvet sofa resting in the living area, and a massive king-sized bed dominating the bedroom beyond. The scent of polished mahogany and stale linen hung thick in the air.I set my travel bag onto the luggage rack, my shoulders aching with fatigue. I had barely unzipped the front pouch when the quiet rustle of fabric made me turn around.Abel reached up, grabbed the collar of his charcoal dress shirt, and yanked it straight over his head in one fluid motion, letting out a low, rough groan of pain as his tight shoulder muscles flexed.I froze. My breath hitched right in the back of my throat.The man was built like a dark god forged in iron and blood. Broad, brutal shoulders tapered down into a razor-sharp
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