All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 131 - Chapter 136

“A man may lose his throne, his power, even his world, but the fire in his heart cannot be exiled.”— Kael Drako.LUCIEN For the first time in years, my father’s voice made my hands shake, and just like that, I was a child again, hiding behind my mother’s trembling hands, praying he wouldn’t raise his voice or his belt.“Shit,” I heard Damien mutter.The decision wasn’t even made yet, but my mind was already calculating the next move if it were to happen.I’d go to England with Camellia, the kids, and the rest of them. I’d liquidate my assets. I had enough money to cater for us.But England wasn’t home. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t ours.The council had reach everywhere, and exile didn’t mean peace, it meant running.It meant watching my children’s future collapse before it even began. My years of fighting, planning, protecting, all gone with one council vote.The thought of my pack back under my father’s hand made my stomach turn. I’d seen what his leadership did to men who once had fi

The longest journeys are to the door. — T.S. Eliot CAMELLIA I’d spent months learning how not to tremble before Leonardo, but all it took was three words to undo me. “He does have a point, they are his heirs—” an alpha started to say, but Lucien cut him off with a roar that shook the table. “I may have been stripped of my title, but I’m still alpha until those papers are signed, and I will use what’s left of my power to snap the neck of anyone who says that again,” Lucien said, his voice low and lethal. The alpha who spoke sank deeper into his seat in fear. “Let’s go. We have a long way to go,” Lucien said, already tugging my hand toward the door. “My grandchildren are going to—” Lucien moved before the sentence left the air, his palm at Leonardo’s throat, pinning him to the wall until the plaster cracked. “You want to talk about grandchildren?” Lucien ground out, his fingers steady at Leonardo's throat. “You are no family of mine. Say that word again, and I’ll make sure t

“Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. LILAH Everything had changed. And not the good kind of change, like when Cammy let me wear her sparkly headband to school, even though it made my hair stick up funny. Not like when Bill built us a blanket fort and said it was our “castle,” and I got to be queen for the whole afternoon. This kind of change felt… cold. Like when you wake up and all your favorite toys are still there, but the house doesn’t feel happy anymore. “Lilah, what do you want for breakfast?” Aunt Lily signed at me. Her hands moved faster, like she’d been practicing sign language in secret. I understood most of what she said these days, even the little words. Cammy appeared beside her, holding a bottle to Aria’s mouth. Aria’s tiny fingers were curled around it like she was scared someone might steal it. Her eyes were big