All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Pleasure and fear are two sides of the same coin.” — Anonymous. CAMELLIA Something was off. I just didn’t feel right leaving the nursery tonight. “Goodnight, my angels,” I cooed at my babies, giving each of them a soft kiss before placing them back in their crib. For a moment, I just stood there, watching them breathe, their tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm. That sight usually calmed me, but tonight it didn’t. There was a tug in my chest, a whisper that something was wrong. It was probably just my nerves acting up. “Woah!” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest when I closed the nursery door and nearly bumped into Lily. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, chica,” she said gently. “No, no, it’s fine,” I breathed out, forcing a small smile. “Why are you still up?” Lily sighed, eyes softening as she reached for me and pulled me into a hug. I froze for a heartbeat, startled by the sudden affection. It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t a hugger, she was, but

“Blood will have blood.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth. VORATH I was too far gone. I didn't even want to look at the faces of the crying babies. Looking at them would make me a man again, and I could not afford it. I had become a beast just to earn power. I moved faster in my wolf form, clutching the bag where I’d put them between my teeth as I ran through the forest to the Obsidian pack house. I was going to become Beta. That was all that mattered to me. The first assignment was done. All that was left was to bring him the head of every other person in the household, but I didn't think Leonardo actually cared if I carried it out or not. All that mattered was that I brought back the children that carried his bloodline. I dropped the babies on the floor as I approached the Obsidian pack. One still wailed while the other just stared up at me. I shifted back into human form, pressing them to my chest as I stepped into the pack house. The first baby wailed louder, while t

"Courage is love in action; it is loyalty tested and strength endured." — Nelson Mandela DARIUS Exhaustion nipped at my heels, but I ignored it, just like everything else that couldn’t keep up. My men and I hadn’t moved for close to two days, and neither had Leonardo’s men behind the gate. I was doing everything I could to avoid a bloodbath. Yeah, we might be half animals, but I’d always choose communication before violence. At the end of the day, these were Lucien’s men first. Leonardo must have something over their heads for them to be this damn driven. My phone buzzing yanked me away from the restless crowd of my men. “Hello,” I answered, not even bothering to check the caller ID. “Alpha Darius,” the voice said. “Who?” “It’s Alpha Kereain,” he replied, and I exhaled in relief. It hadn’t been easy, but I’d managed to contact Alphas who weren’t even in America. Lucien had done more than one favour for them, and apparently, that loyalty didn’t die fast. I explained th

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here." – William Shakespeare, The Tempest. LUCIEN What scared me wasn’t the poison. It was how quietly the idea of accepting it settled in my mind. I stared at my father as he held out the bottle to me. There wasn’t a flicker of hesitation on his face. Not guilt. Not fear. Nothing. This. This was the man I had been told to look up to. The same man who was meant to protect me since I was a boy… was now offering me something to end my life. “Why?” I asked. I hated how hurt I sounded. Hated the burn behind my eyes. But if I was going to die, I needed to know. Why did he despise me so much? Why was nothing I ever did enough? Was I truly such a disappointment that my own father wanted me dead? “Why?” I asked again. My father didn’t even blink. “Because sentiment has no place in leadership.” My throat tightened. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you deserve,” he said, his voice flat, almost bored. “You are a liability, Lucie

“Even the darkest night will end… but not for everyone.” —Adapted from Victor Hugo. ROWAN I was about to lose another best friend, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. My throat still burned from the poison in the air, but nothing burned as much as the sight of Lucien collapsing in front of us. “Lucien… what did he give you? Please, just tell me.” I dragged myself toward him, where he was still hunched beside Camellia, barely holding himself upright. The veins along his neck were turning a sickening shade of blue, and Camellia kept tapping his cheek, desperate, trying to force his eyes to stay open. Leonardo stood at the doorway of his office like he owned the moment, arms crossed, expression unreadable, watching us fall apart. “You bastard, what did you do to him?” Damien snarled, fisting his collar, but even he was slipping. His grip trembled; even he was barely holding himself up. We were all still fighting to stay on our feet, still dragging in thin, burn