All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He is a wolf in wolf's clothing.— George Carlin.CAMELLIA Darius wouldn’t let me go.At first, I couldn’t even leave the room without him noticing. Every step, every turn, every pause was watched, measured, controlled.His presence pressed against me like a weight I couldn’t shrug off, and for the first few days, I couldn’t bring myself to breathe without him knowing.Gradually, he loosened his grip. I could roam the library, the sitting room, and the kitchen. But the doors outside? Always locked.He never said it outright, but the boundaries were clear:I was free… as long as I stayed inside.Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was calm, but every syllable held authority.“I just… I wanted some air,” I mumbled, glancing at the door.He stepped closer, his eyes dark. “Not outside. You can move around in the house, but the doors stay closed. Do you understand?”I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. The corners of the room suddenly felt tiny, suffocating but he moved b

When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad, I'm better.— Mae West.NYLA(hybrid in Lucien's pack)I was gone for a bit, and the pack turned itself inside out. Wolves and their talent for self-destruction—always impressive.I needed somewhere to bleed out the fire before it ate me alive.Alaric was convenient.The door had barely clicked shut before he had me pinned against it, mouth crushing mine in a kiss that was all teeth and fury.My lips burned, my breath stolen, and still I tugged at him, ripping his shirt open with my claws and dragging my nails down his chest hard enough to make him hiss.“You think you can just disappear—” he growled against my mouth, his hand fisting in my hair, jerking my head back so his teeth could scrape along my jaw.“Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, my voice breaking on the need already pulsing low in my body.He didn’t argue. He spun me, slammed me chest-first into the door and yanked my pants down to my knees in one savage pull.His cock pressed

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.— Saint Bernard of Clairvaux.ALARIC I wasn't dumb, I was selectively stupid.It definitely took more than a good hand job for me to spill pack secrets, Nyla only got snippets of the chaos in my pack—wolves going rogue, alliances cracking, and Camellia’s name showing up in the wrong mouths. I only talked about Camellia when she pressed hard enough, but even then, it was nothing worth losing sleep over.Hell, I didn't even know the full story of what happened these days.I ate my cereal silently as Darius addressed the pack about territory patrols, hunting schedules, the kind of orders that usually rolled off his tongue with effortless authority.To everyone else, it was a normal morning. But I’d known Darius and been his friend since his father was still alpha so I could read him better than most.He was tense as hell.His voice carried the same authority, but his jaw flexed too tight, His knuckles whitened around the armrest of his ch

Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.— Agatha Christie.LILY Something was wrong and I hate that I just couldn't prove it yet.I stared at the TV absentmindedly while Rowan’s hand toyed with my nipples, the other busy texting on his phone.“I want you,” he said, but his eyes never left the screen as his hand slid lower."That sounds like a your kind of problem," I scoffed, removing his hand from my breasts.Rowan froze, his lips parting like he wanted to fire back. But whatever words he had caught in his throat. He closed his mouth, shifted his gaze back to the TV, and sank into silence instead.Meanwhile, my mind wasn’t on him at all,it was on Camellia.She hadn’t texted me in nearly a week. I told myself not to panic, that she was probably tangled up in her decision with Darius.So I tried the American way of giving her space instead of bombarding her with calls and texts.It felt wrong, though, like silence was eating me alive."I'm worried ab

Steady is the crown. Caged is the hunger.— Anonymous.LUCIEN I hadn’t had a moment to myself in days, and finally, I let my hands work the tension from my body.But even here, alone in the dark, I wasn’t really alone. Camellia was everywhere: laugh, stubborn eyes—everything clawing at my chest until it ached and my cock throbbed with the same relentless hunger.And gods, the pack. The endless weight of it. The snarling tempers, the shadow of Raven Howl poisoning every corner.I carried it on my shoulders every hour of the day, and it pressed down until my bones ached.This wasn’t just lust. It was release.I leaned back in the chair, undoing my pants with shaking hands. My cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, the need in me almost painful. I wrapped my palm around it and groaned.My strokes started slow, dragging from root to tip, my veins throbbing against my fist.I closed my eyes and saw her mouth—parting as I slid between her lips. My hand tightened, moving faster, chasing the