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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-14 22:28:27

Vanessa's POV

The sound of small, bare feet slapping rapidly against polished mahogany was my alarm clock these days.

"Ethan, I am not going to say it again!" I called out, my voice echoing down the long, sunlit corridor of the estate.

A loud, mischievous giggle bounced off the high ceilings. He wasn't stopping. If anything, he was speeding up.

I blew a stray strand of hair out of my face and broke into a jog, my socks sliding slightly on the hardwood floor. Five years. Five years of peace, of
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  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   pain

    Ronan's POV The amber liquid in the lowball glass swirled in slow, heavy circles, catching the dim sliver of twilight that managed to cut through the heavy velvet drapes of my study.It was warm, burning the back of my throat like swallowed ash, but it was the only thing that managed to quiet the static in my head anymore. Five years. Five years of staring at the same four walls, ruling over a pack that felt more like a cage of my own making. Wild Bloomers hadn’t changed. The air still tasted like ozone and old iron, and the corridors still echoed with the heavy footsteps of wolves who didn't dare look me in the eye.A sharp, tentative knock rattled the heavy oak door.I didn't look up. "Leave."The door creaked open anyway.‘The pup,’ my wolf growled in the deep, dormant trenches of my mind, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that smelled of dry earth and stagnant blood. ‘Lock it away. She has no business smelling your weakness.’I slammed the glass down on the mahogany desk, the l

  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   The question

    Vanessa's POV The sound of small, bare feet slapping rapidly against polished mahogany was my alarm clock these days."Ethan, I am not going to say it again!" I called out, my voice echoing down the long, sunlit corridor of the estate.A loud, mischievous giggle bounced off the high ceilings. He wasn't stopping. If anything, he was speeding up.I blew a stray strand of hair out of my face and broke into a jog, my socks sliding slightly on the hardwood floor. Five years. Five years of peace, of healing, of building a life that finally felt like my own, and it was entirely ruled by a five-year-old boy who had somehow inherited the stamina of a full-grown warrior and the stubbornness of a stone wall.I rounded the corner just in time to see his little legs disappearing behind the heavy velvet drapes near the grand staircase. He thought he was being stealthy, but the bottom of the curtain was shaking violently, and a small, muffled snort gave him away entirely.I slowed my pace, creeping

  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   What woke her

    Vanessa's POV I lay still a moment before opening my eyes, my limbs heavy against the mattress, my eyelids refusing to lift on the first attempt. When I finally pushed myself upright, my shoulders dragged with the effort, and I sat there a second longer, blinking against the pale morning light spilling through the curtains.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, planted my feet on the cold floor, and crossed to the mirror, my steps slower than they used to be, my hand trailing the wall for balance.I studied the shape of myself in the glass, the round curve of my stomach stretching the fabric of my nightgown, and rested my palm against it without deciding to.Something fluttered beneath my hand.I went still, my breath catching in my throat.It came again, firmer this time, a distinct pressure pushing outward against my palm, and I felt my mouth pull into a smile before I'd even registered doing it, my other hand flying up to cover my lips."There you are," I whispered.The door s

  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   Growth

    Vanessa The first thing I learned about living at my father's estate was that peace had a schedule, and like everything else here, it had to be practiced.Every morning Maren woke me before sunrise, every morning I complained, and every morning she simply ignored me, holding out a small glass vial."Open your mouth," she said.I stared at it. "No."Her eyebrow lifted. "Vanessa.""It smells like something died.""That is because your senses are finally working properly again.""That's not reassuring."She pushed the vial closer. I leaned away. "You promised your father," she sighed."I promised to take the potions. I didn't promise to like it.""You also promised to stop arguing.""I don't remember that part.""You were unconscious when he said it."I narrowed my eyes. "That's cheating.""Drink."I took the potion, swallowed, and my entire face twisted at the immediate, bitter bite. Maren smiled faintly. "Better?""No.""Good." She took the empty vial back. "Your next dose is after br

  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   untold

    RONAN'S POVThe first thing I did the next morning was lie to myself.I told myself I wasn't looking for a way to smuggle Ethan's people into my pack.I was only gathering information.There was a difference.At least, that was what I told myself as I stood outside the administration wing with my hands buried in my pockets, watching people move through the glass doors.Pack administration opened at eight.It was eight seventeen.I had been standing there for twelve minutes.My wolf hadn't said a word.That was somehow worse than his usual objections.He knew.So did I.I finally pushed through the doors.The administration wing smelled of paper, coffee, and the faint metallic scent of the security wards embedded beneath the floor. Familiar. Orderly. Safe.Everything Ethan's proposition wasn't.I walked past the reception desk without stopping."Alpha."I turned.Mara, one of the senior administrative officers, looked up from behind her desk.She was old enough to remember my father's reig

  • The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin   Third option

    Ronan's POV The Third OptionI sat with it a long moment, the club's bass thudding low through the booth's velvet padding, Ethan watching me with the patient, amused stillness of a man who already knew he'd won something."Citizenship isn't mine to grant," I said finally, choosing my words with more care than I'd managed all night. "Even if I wanted to give it to you, pack law requires council ratification for any addition to territory rolls. I can't simply declare it and have it stick.""Convenient excuse.""It's not an excuse. It's how the system works.""Then find a way around the system." Ethan leaned back, unbothered, swirling the untouched drink in front of him without lifting it. "You're an Alpha, Ronan. Alphas find ways around inconvenient rules constantly. I imagine you've done it before, given the current state of your marriage."Something in me flared hot at that, but I kept my face still. "What if I offered something else. Land, instead of citizenship. A negotiated buffer

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