All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles.” — Niccolò Machiavelli. LUCIEN My pack members were all going to be ruined at the rate my father was going. I may not be their alpha anymore, but I wasn’t going to stand for it. Not in this lifetime. If he thought stripping me of power and dignity would make them crawl back to him, he’d misread the hunger in them. He’d misread me. I needed to think quickly. There were a hundred ways to strike, some loud, messy options that would get lawmen involved and ruin every loose thread I wanted to keep. Then there were quiet options, which involved pulling his men out from under him and exposing the deals he thought were safe behind closed doors. I moved to the window and watched the city lights lean into the rain through the living room window. If I took any one of them down, the rest would shift. Fear is contagious. “I’ve got the schedule of Alpha Kane,” Darius announced as he strode into the room, waving a few papers like

“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” — Lord Acton. VORATH The bitter scent of burnt espresso filled my lungs, sharper than the ache in my chest. I did everything he asked. From when I was just a boy, small enough to be crushed by his palm, to now, a man with hands permanently blood-stained by his commands. It was never enough. I won him favors, silenced his enemies, even took the fall when the council demanded blood. I did everything necessary for his rise. And after all that? Not a word. Not a title. Not even gratitude. What more did he want from me? My soul? “Shit,” I hissed as the searing hot coffee in my hands moved over the cup’s rim, spilling onto my hand. “Are you alright?” One of the Obsidian Pack members, a woman I barely knew, rushed toward me. She had a napkin roll clutched in her hand. “Move, woman.” I stepped back fast, my voice a snarl. I didn’t want her touching me. She flinched violently at my tone. A familiar twist of guilt

“The terror that walks by day is not half so frightening as the terror that stalks us in the shadows.” — H. P. Lovecraft. DAMIEN What were they doing here? How did our pack members keep finding us? If they found us this easily… what if the wrong people came next? Gods, my thoughts made me seem so selfish. “Damien, please pass the bandage,” Camellia said softly. I nodded, handing it over without looking up, my leg bouncing restlessly. My nails grazed against my teeth, biting at the edges till they ached, a stupid habit I couldn’t shake. Camellia worked quickly, her hands steady as she wrapped the gash on our former pack member’s arm, her calmness a sharp contrast to the storm clawing at my insides. Would it be too forward if I asked them how they found us? Would it sound paranoid? Fuck. I just didn’t want anything to happen to Alanna. Or the baby. I didn’t want anything to happen to any of us. But somehow, problems still came even when we were in exile. “Are you okay?”

"Even in our most intimate moments, the wolves inside us never sleep." — Niklas Goeke. ROWAN Did we need to move? Lucien was already making plans to buy the building next to ours. He said the house couldn’t hold four new people. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t the space we were running out of. It was safety. Sooner or later, the wrong faces would find their way to our door, and I wasn’t sure we’d be ready when they did. So I did what I always did when the world started closing in. I turned to my one reliable form of stress relief. I fucked the anxiety out until I was sure my mind was going blissfully blank. But even buried deep in her, I couldn't shake the image of the wrong faces finding our door. I needed this oblivion. “Say it,” I snapped, tightening my grip on her throat. “Yes,” Lily gasped, choking on the word. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s my little whore.” I spat onto her clit, the hot slick mixing wi

"He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still." — Lao Tzu. LEONARDO These kids must be out of their minds if they thought it would be that easy to remove an old wolf like me. I smirked as I stared at the broken chains and the dead guard on the floor. “Bold,” I muttered, nudging the corpse with my boot. “I almost like that.” Darius really thought he could come running into my territory with that same foolish courage the young always had, all heat, no patience. I almost respected it. Almost. “Should we find him?” one of my men asked from the shadows. I smirked. “No. Let him crawl home. Let Lucien see what happens when he sends pups to do a wolf’s work.” I didn’t think Darius would remain chained for long before he found a way out, nor did I plan on killing him. He was almost as strong as my son and unfortunately, just as stupid. Didn’t they think Kane would come to my pack, get on his knees, and explain what happened? That’s t