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The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin blood seal
Vanessa povThe quiet in the bathroom felt dense, filled only by the hum of the overhead vanity lights and the steady, heavy sound of our breathing.I kept my hand flat against the clean dressing on Abel's ribs, feeling the slow, powerful rise and fall of his chest beneath my palm. He didn't pull away, and for the first time since this nightmare started, I didn't retreat either."Can you stand?" I asked, my voice dropping into a soft, quiet tone that sounded strange in my own ears."If I say no, do I get to stay on the floor?" Abel murmured, a faint, exhausted ghost of his dry humor slipping through the pain."No," I said, small lines of focus forming between my brows. "You get dragged onto the carpet, and I am not pulling your weight twice in one night."I stood up slowly, managing the dull ache in my own side, and reached out both hands. Abel took them, his large, calloused fingers closing tight around mine. With a low, grounded breath, he pulled himself up off the tub's edge. His b
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin Stitching
The smell of metallic blood was overwhelming in the small space of the foyer, sharp and warm, cutting right through the lingering scent of rain.Vanessa didn't hesitate. The exhaustion that had weighed down her limbs for the past twelve hours vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp adrenaline. She grabbed Abel by his uninjured right arm, slinging it over her shoulder to take his weight before his knees could give out completely.He groaned, a low, ground-out sound against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I can walk," he muttered, though he leaned into her heavily as she dragged him across the carpet into the bathroom."Shut up," she said, her voice tight as she pulled him toward the edge of the large marble bathtub. She lowered him down onto the rim, her own bandaged ribs screaming in protest, but she ignored the pain.She turned on the overhead vanity lights, floodlighting the space in stark, brilliant white. The sight made her stomach drop.The entire left side of his tactical
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin broken
Vanessa's POVThe hotel room was too quiet, too sterile, and far too small for the storm brewing inside her head.Vanessa leaned against the marble bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the gilded mirror. The high-rise suite had every amenity imaginable, but the polished luxury felt like a velvet cage. She hated the quiet. She hated the faint smell of hotel ozone and lavender polish trying to mask the scent of lingering rain. Most of all, she hated the fact that no matter how hard she tried to focus on her recovery, her mind kept drifting right back to him.Abel.His low, even voice echoed in the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch. “Because someone has to make sure you survive long enough to keep being ungrateful about it."*She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white until her jaw ached.She hated everything today.She hated the sharp, pulling ache in her side where Abel's neat, clinical stitches bound her flesh together. She hated the linger
The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin the proxy
Abel's POV The carpeted floor of the suite felt absurdly soft beneath my boots after three days on pine needles and wet dirt.The hotel was one of Marcus's secured high-rises—all polished glass, muted cream tones, and heavy black-out curtains designed to block out the city below. The scent of ozone, clean linens, and leather replaced the smell of diesel and forest decay, but the air inside the room still felt tight, stretched paper-thin by the tension between us.Vanessa stumbled slightly as she cleared the threshold.I reached out instinctively, my hand hovering near her waist to catch her weight, but she caught herself on the edge of the dark wood vanity near the foyer. Her fingers dug into the lacquered wood, knuckles turning white. She was back on her feet, out of the rain, and no longer burning up with fever, but she was still running on fumes. The dark bruised shadows under her eyes looked painted on, and every step she took cost her a visible slice of her pride.She didn't loo
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
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