DEVEREUX'S SHARED OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

EVANDER’S POVThe heavy slam of the VIP suite's door echoed through the cavernous room, pulling me sluggishly out of a deep, exhausted sleep.I blinked against the harsh morning light, my body aching in the most satisfying, thoroughly spent way possible.Next to me on the massive king-sized bed, Lysander stirred, groaning as he shifted his weight, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy rhythms."Did he just... run away?" Lysander's voice was a rough, gravelly morning rumble as he dragged a hand over his face, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.I sat up, the bedsheets pooling around my hips, and immediately spotted the neat stack of cash resting on the nightstand. A dark, amused smirk pulled at the corner of my lips."Looks like our little fox panicked," I chuckled, my voice deep and vibrating with lingering satisfaction. I reached out, picking up the bills and turning them over in my hands. "He actually thought he could pay us off and slip away like

AUGUSTUS POVThe crisp, blinding white of his attire seemed to swallow the midday sun, radiating a soft, ethereal glow that made it entirely impossible to look away."Fuck," I curse as just the sign of him was enough to send blood rushing to my groin.I stood frozen on the manicured fairway, a golf club dangling loosely from my suddenly nerveless fingers. My pulse hammered a frantic, heavy rhythm against my ribs, entirely out of step with the relaxed, leisurely atmosphere of the Oakridge Country Club.I couldn’t tear my eyes off him... Caleb.The way the tailored fabric hugged his slender, athletic frame was nothing short of sinful, accentuating every graceful line of his body with a devastating, effortless elegance. He looked like an apparition, a brilliant flash of light against the oppressive green of the course."Hey, Augustus, are you satisfied with Caleb" Victoria murmured but I don't respond to her.A sharp intake of breath to my left snapped my daze. I glanced sideways and fel

CALEB'S POVThe heavy, suffocating silence that followed Evander’s words could have been sliced with a butter knife. Every eye on the green was pinned directly on me, waiting to see how I’d crawl out of the trap they had so neatly laid.Chloe tilted her head, her sharp, intelligent eyes darting from the seething Devereuxs back to me. She clearly sensed the sudden, and her curiosity was visibly piqued.Leaning in close, she lowered her voice so only I could hear. "Do you really have a boyfriend, Caleb?" she asked, a teasing arch to her perfectly sculpted brow.I offered her a tight, polite smile, leaning in just as close. "I do," I whispered back, pitching my voice so low it barely registered over the ambient hum of the country club. "Though, if we’re being completely honest, it’s just a fake arrangement to spite Evander and Lysander."Chloe’s eyes went wide, a genuine look of shock flashing across her face. Then, as the absurdity of it registered, a wicked, knowing grin spread across

CALEB'S POVThe sharp sting of the hemp biting into my wrists was nothing compared to the white-hot rage roaring behind my temples. Tied up like a prized animal on a king-sized mattress in a fortress built by these two fucking lunatics... this wasn't just kidnapping... it was a psychological break and I was the fucking casualty.I planted my booted feet against the edge of the mattress and shoved upward with everything I had, trying to kick Lysander right in his arrogant chest. He didn't even flinch. He just caught my ankles mid-air with one massive, firm hand, his grip like a vice clamping down on bone."Stop thrashing, Caleb," Lysander rumbled, his voice a low, vibrating growl that vibrated straight through the soles of my feet. "You’re only making it harder on yourself. And trust me, you don't want to test how much more rough we can get.""Go to fucking hell!" I snarled, straining against the ropes until my muscles screamed. I jerked my head back up, locking eyes with Evander, who

EVANDER'S POVI pulled back slowly, dragging my lower lip against his just enough to leave him breathless, though his chest was still heaving against the ropes.Caleb’s eyes were bloodshot, pupils blown wide, glaring up at me with enough pure, unfiltered venom to melt steel. If looks could truly kill, Lysander and I would have been ash a dozen times over.I let out a low, amused hum, tracing the sharp angle of his jaw with the back of my knuckles. "Stop glaring, little alpha. You'll strain something, and we need you pliable.""I am going to castrate both of you with a rusty garden trowel," Caleb spat, his voice dropping into a harsh, trembling growl that only made the blood rush hotter to my groin."Ooh, feisty," I murmured, leaning down to press one last, lingering kiss to his burning cheek before straightening up. "Keep that fire. You're going to need it."I turned my back on his sputtering protests, pulling a heavy-duty pocket knife from my slacks and flicking it open with a sharp