All Chapters of DEVEREUX'S SHARED OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EVANDER'S POVThe neon lights of The Crimson Lux Inferno bled through the tinted windows of Lysander’s car the moment we pulled into the VIP valet. We didn't bother speaking as we stepped out into the heavy, pulsing bass that shook the pavement."Damn it!" I hissed in irritation.Being dragged out to the estate in the middle of the night just to listen to Grandfather Maximilian preach about corporate image and forced engagements to gold-digging strangers had left a sour, metallic taste in my mouth."Seriously? We waste our time just too be informed that our father will be engaged to that slut?" Lysander said without restraint.Victoria Sinclair’s fake, syrupy smile and our father’s shameless arrogance were infuriating enough to make a man tear his own hair out. But that wasn’t even the true poison eating away at the edges of my sanity.My mind... and I knew damn well Lysander’s too, was stubbornly hijacked by an entirely different, far more infuriating image... that bastard, Caleb.Th

AUGUSTUS POVThe arrogant heat radiating off Caleb's skin was intoxicating, a chaotic storm of bruised pride and suppressed desire that made my own Alpha blood surge violently through my veins. The blood was practically singing in my veins, humming with a furious, frustrated energy that I couldn't quite shake. For the past week, I had deliberately paraded Victoria around, draped my arm over her waist, whispered sweet nothings into her ear... all to draw a single, red-blooded reaction out of Caleb. Anything to crack that icy, perpetually grumpy facade. I wanted him to look at me with the raw, consuming jealousy that was practically burning a hole in my own chest. But no. He just glared at me like I was a foul odor he couldn't wash off. It drove me completely mad.He loathed me for unknown reason. Or at least, he tried desperately to make me think he did.The truth.... the undeniable, intoxicating truth that made my Alpha instincts claw at the back of my mind... was that Caleb felt the

CALEB'S POV My blood ran cold, freezing right in my veins as I slowly turned around.Standing there in the dimly lit hallway was Maximilian Devereux. The patriarch. The terrifying, unyielding monolith of the Devereux household.He leaned heavily on his dark wood cane, his knuckles white against the silver wolf’s head handle. His sharp, predatory eyes were narrowed with pure, unadulterated disgust."Mr. Devereux," I managed to choke out, forcing my voice to remain level despite the frantic alarm bells screaming in my head."Save it," Maximilian spat, taking a slow, menacing step forward. The sharp click of his cane hitting the hardwood floor sounded like a gunshot in the silent corridor. "I didn't wake up this early to exchange pleasantries with a stray mutt. I want answers, and I want them now. Who were you with last night?""I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the subtle trembling of my hands."Don't lie to me!" Maximilian barke

CALEB'S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs like a caged animal trying to tear its way out of my chest. The suffocating weight of their realization hit the space between us like a physical blow. Did Evander and Lysander really know?Did they actually piece together that I was the one lingering in the Devereux estate garden last night? Me. Standing out in the damp midnight air with their own flesh and blood... with Augustus, their terrifying, untouchable father."What???" I stammered.Panic surged through my veins, hot and sharp, but it was instantly drowned out by a bizarre, sickening physical sensation. Evander and Lysander continued to press in, their noses dipping back down to inhale the skin of my neck.My mind screamed at me to fight, to violently shove them away, to claw at their faces and run for my life. But my fucking body betrayed me.Some invisible, magnetic force pulled me forward, completely defying my willpower, dragging me closer toward Evander and Lysander as if I we

AUGUSTUS POVLeaving that stubborn little bird flustered among the dusty archives was satisfying, but my morning was far from finished.The irritation of finding his bed empty at dawn still simmered beneath my skin. He thought he could slip away like a thief in the night, retreating to the Alpha Academy as if its heavy iron gates and bureaucratic walls could shield him from me... how utterly naive.I strode out of the library, my tailored overcoat sweeping against my ankles, and made my way straight toward the administrative wing.The heavy oak doors of the Chief Dean’s office parted before me without a knock.Dean Martin looked up from his paperwork, his posture stiffening instantaneously as his eyes locked onto mine. The man looked as though he had just seen a ghost. Color completely drained from his face, leaving him a sickly, pale grey."Mr... Mr. Devereux," Dean Martin stammered, scrambling so violently to his feet that his heavy leather chair knocked backward against the mahogan