All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Short Story ): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aria’s POV: There was no time to think. A splintering *CRACK* shattered the air as the door exploded inward, torn from its hinges by a single, brutal kick. It slammed against the floor, and standing in the fractured frame was the man I’d been running from. My father. Mr. Lancaster. *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.* He took a slow, deliberate step over the wreckage, his condescending applause echoing in the stunned silence. His eyes swept the room, a predator surveying a new hunting ground. “So,” he said, the clapping ceasing abruptly. “This is your little hideout.” “I wasn’t hiding,” I spat, forcing a courage I didn't feel into my voice. “Hm,” he hummed, a sound more dangerous than a shout. His voice dropped to a deadly calm. “And what do you call fleeing your home and secreting yourself away where you think no one can find you?” “How…” I swallowed, my throat tight. “How did you find me?” “We have your sister to thank for that.” He gestured casually toward the ruined doorwa

Kade’s POV: “I told you to count me out,” I said, my voice flat as I turned away from him. I busied myself with pulling my shirt off, anything to avoid his eyes. “Was I not clear?” “Kade.” Rand shut the door behind him , his voice low and insistent. “Don’t do this.” “Do what?” I asked, the picture of feigned ignorance as I finally met his gaze. “I saw how you looked at her when you two walked in. I haven’t seen that look on your face since junior high.” He took a step closer. “And I saw how she looked at you when Wolfe was dragging her away. There’s something there—” “There’s nothing!” I snapped, whirling to face him so fast he flinched. The towel in my hands was clenched into a tight ball. “There is absolutely nothing. Do you hear me?” “But—” “You heard her, Rand!” I cut him off, my voice cracking. “She’s pregnant with his baby. It’s over. So just… stop. I don’t care anymore.” “I know you don’t mean that,” he said, shaking his head, his expression full of a pity I

Kade’s POV: “Keisha?” The name was a shocked whisper, torn from Rand’s lips a split second before I could form it. “Rand,” Keisha replied, her voice tight with a nervousness that felt like a physical blow. Her grip on Ivy’s hand tightened. “You… you two know each other?” Ivy asked, an awkward, questioning laugh bubbling up as she looked between them. “Yeah,” Rand said, his gaze flicking to me, loaded with meaning. “Something like that.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Ivy pressed, her laughter fading into genuine confusion. “Well,” Rand dragged the word out, his eyes still locked on me, silently handing me the reins to this disaster. “Kade introduced us.” “Kade?” Ivy’s head swiveled toward me, her eyes wide. “We met at a party a while back,” Keisha interjected, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We were friends for a bit before we… grew apart.” *Friends?* The word echoed in my head, so absurd it was almost funny. A bitter, cold laugh threatened to e

Aria’s POV: The words hung in the air between us, charged and raw. For a long moment, Wolfe didn't move. Then, he slowly took a final drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bright before he dropped it to the ground. He crushed it under his heel with a deliberate, grinding twist, as if snuffing out his own hesitation. Finally, his eyes met mine. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice low. The order was for the bodyguard, but his gaze never wavered from me. The moment the guard's footsteps faded, I unleashed the fury burning inside me. "Why bring me here if you can't even stand to look at me? What is this, Wolfe?!" "I needed you to calm down," he said, his tone infuriatingly calm as he gripped the railing. "Calm down?” A sharp, disbelieving laugh escaped me. "You fake your death, show up pointing a gun at my head, kidnap me, and you expect me to be calm?” "Okay. Fine." He dragged a hand through his hair, the gesture uncharacteristically agitated. "I messed up. I didn’

Aria’s POV: It seemed like my world just exploded. One second, I was saying his name. The next, the table was airborne, flipping through the air before shattering against the floor in a burst of glass and splintered wood. My breath seized in my chest. The man standing there wasn't the Wolfe I remembered. Or could it be because I had never truly seen him angry before? The man before me was a stranger, a beast wearing his skin. I watched the furious rise and fall of his shoulders, his back still to me, and pure, unadulterated fear flooded my veins. I began to back away, my steps slow and deliberate, my eyes glued to him. *This can't be real. This is a nightmare.* But the glittering shards of glass on the floor were horrifyingly real. A new, terrifying question echoed in my mind: *If he could do that to the table out of anger, then what would he do to me?* The thought was a cold hand around my throat. I kept moving, putting distance between us. Then, he started to t