All Chapters of DEVEREUX'S SHARED OBSESSION : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CALEB'S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic drumbeat of lingering adrenaline and raw, unfiltered defiance. Before I could find a sufficiently scathing remark to throw back at his maddeningly arrogant face, a pair of boots crunched heavily on the shattered glass behind him."Hey! Don't hog all the credit, father," Lysander piped up, his voice slicing through the heavy tension like a switchblade.I blinked, my gaze snapping past Augustus’s broad shoulders. There stood Lysander and Evander, looking less like dutiful sons and entirely more like a pair of rabid, territorial suitors terrified that the patriarch of the family was about to oust them from the prize. They both looked pristine, save for a few speckles of ash and dried blood on their tailored cuffs.Lysander tossed a bloody hunting knife from hand to hand, a smug, feral grin stretching across his handsome face. "You should have seen how I annihilated those fools in the east wing, Caleb. Heads were rolling, brains spl

EVANDER'S POV"He was pissed on what happened." Piero’s warning hung in the air like a death sentence.The grim silence that settled over my father and my brothers wasn’t born of fear... our blood doesn’t run cold for anyone... but of the sheer, unadulterated hassle of dealing with the old man when he was on a warpath.Without a word, Father unhanded Caleb, leaving him gasping against the leather upholstery, and stepped out of the armored sedan.Lysander and I followed instantly, flanking our father as we marched across the obsidian-tiled foyer of the main estate and climbed the grand staircase.We didn’t bother knocking when we reached the heavy oak doors of Grandfather Maximilian’s study. We pushed them open, stepping into the cavernous room filled with ancient leather-bound tomes and the heavy scent of cigar smoke and expensive scotch.Maximilian wasn't sitting in his high-backed leather chair behind the mahogany desk. The room was empty.My eyes swept the perimeter before locking

CALEB'S POVThe heavy leather whip froze mid-air. In the center of the room, leaning heavily on his obsidian-headed cane, Maximilian slowly turned his head.His dark, impenetrable eyes narrowed as they locked onto me, filled with a glacial disdain that could freeze fire.But I didn't care about the patriarch. My gaze snapped straight to Augustus. Despite the blinding, bone-deep agony, his head whipped up. His eyes, dark and bloodshot, pierced through mine with a silent, fierce warning. "Get out," they screamed. "You shouldn't be here.""What the fuck is happening here?" I growled, my voice shaking with a volatile mix of disbelief and sheer, blinding rage. I didn't even look at the guards... I threw my glares directly at Maximilian, stepping past the threshold and into the lion's den. "Are you out of your minds? Is this your family justice? Torturing your own blood like animals in a slaughterhouse?!"Maximilian let out a dry, rattling chuckle that held no humor, leaning his weight furt

CALEB'S POVThe sound of Maximilian’s temper tantrum... hundred-thousand-dollar mahogany and imported Venetian glass reduced to kindling—faded into a dull, echoing thud as we reached the upper corridor."Finally, I get out of that smell of whatever torture room that was," I murmured remember the stench of that room.I didn't break my stride. My hands stayed shoved deep into the pockets of my trousers, my posture loose, though every single muscle beneath my skin was coiled like a rusted spring.I could feel them behind me. Three massive, heavily bleeding, ego-bruised Alphas, trailing after me like stray dogs caught in a thunderstorm.The air in the hallway was thick enough to chew on, saturated with the competing, heavy-musked pheromones of three men whose biological compasses had just been violently rewired."Stop," Augustus suddenly choked out, his voice scraping against his throat like dry sandpaper. He braced a heavy hand against the polished white marble wall, his knees visibly bu

CALEB'S POV"Are you all collectively losing your minds?" I finally cut through the tense, suffocating silence, my voice dripping with pure exhaustion. I uncrossed my arms and pushed off the desk, glaring at the three stubborn pillars of testosterone currently holding up my guest bedroom. "This isn't a sleepover. Get out.""No." Evander’s answer was instant, a low, gravelly snap that made the hairs on the back of my arms stand up. He pushed himself off the bed, closing the distance between us with predatory grace. The scent of ozone and heated pine—his alpha pheromones spiking—swirled aggressively in the air, wrapping around me like a physical weight. "We're not leaving you alone in this viper’s nest.""I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself," I shot back, refusing to give an inch as he loomed over me. I had survived corporate boardrooms and backstabbing rivals before ever stepping foot in this cursed estate... I certainly didn't need three bruised aristocrats babysitting me.