All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.— Emily Brontë.KYLE I’d stopped fucking Viren in the pack house the moment selene caught me.Her eyes didn’t need words—she had my secret, and she knew exactly how to use it. Weeks as her lapdog had left me humiliated, enraged, and painfully aware of just how trapped I was.I pressed my hands against Viren’s hips, feeling him shiver beneath me.His pulse was fast, and it made my cock twitch, hungry for him.He didn’t contact me for weeks after our argument about me hiding him away from the rest of the world, and I decided then to give him his space.Nobody would want to be hidden, and he deserved better.But the mate bond didn’t care about the reason.In the dead of night, I felt him—restless, like his soul was tugging on mine, demanding I stop pretending we could live without each other.The mate bond won. It always would.Viren was important to me,more than pride, more than fear and I knew I couldn’t keep hiding him anym

“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.” — Edgar Allan Poe. LILY Camellia was fine. Or at least, that was what Darius told me. His voice carried the kind of certainty I wanted to believe, but beneath it, a tremor lingered, too sharp for me to ignore. Lilah kicked rocks beside me, her shoulders slumped as we walked back to my house from her school. Darius claimed Camellia had gone on some small retreat. He even showed me texts and voice messages. But I hadn’t been a fool yesterday, and I wasn’t about to be one today. I was smart enough not to ask too many questions, but not dumb enough to leave Lilah with him. Until Camellia “came back” from her retreat, Lilah was going to be under my care. Rowan still thought I was overreacting when I told him about Camellia. Well, fuck him. I’d always been right, even back when I gambled away my last bills in backroom card games with men who’d kill you over a bad hand. I knew something was up. “Why so sad, Lilah?” I si

The most dangerous man is the one who does not appear a monster.— Erich Fromm.CAMELLIA They called him many names.Master. Sovereign. High One. Deliverer.Mathias.They worshipped him like he was a god, falling to their knees at the mere sound of his voice.But all the chanting, all the reverence, all the blind devotion didn’t change the truth I carried like a blade in my chest.He was a monster.Every night he locked me in a small, cold, dark room and every afternoon I sat at his table with the rest of the pack, the chain collar biting my neck like a reminder of ownership.I still don’t know why he did most of the things he did.He made me watch when he hunted, when he decided who lived and who didn’t. He slit the throats of the old and crushed the bright small bodies of babies as if life were a thing you could throw away.Everything hurt and he made me sleep in my own vomit and waste on the same cold floor and the same rancid blanket.The child inside me kicked harder than it

"All things truly wicked start from innocence."— Ernest Hemingway.LILAH Lies were bad.People weren’t supposed to tell them. Camellia said so, and my teachers said so too.But if lies were so bad… Why did the grown-ups around me tell them so easily?"I haven’t seen Cammy for two weeks.I know it’s been two weeks because we were taught how to use the calendar in school.We put little stickers on the days when things happened. I counted all the stickers from the last time I saw her, and that’s how I know… two whole weeks.“Okay Lilah, what do you want for breakfast?” Lily signed to me.But her sign language wasn’t perfect, so it came out as, “Lilah so want breakfast.”Her smiles were too much these days. I know it was to make me feel like I could smile too, but something felt off about them.“You got the sign wrong again,” I read Uncle Rowan’s lips.I don’t know. He came around Lily’s house a lot these days, and I still saw him the next morning when I woke up to brush my teeth.I t

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?— Stephen King.CAMELLIA He made me watch every single day.The girl with half her hair draped across her face was apparently a witch and would be summoned into the cold room from time to time and told to open her visions for me.In them, she showed me Lucien, Lily, and Lilah. She showed me the hollow ache my absence carved into them.She showed me Lucien, walking into the forests night after night, calling my name until his voice cracked.I wasn’t supposed to speak. The one time I screamed his name through the vision, his hand lashed across my face so hard I blacked out.He even made me watch when Lilah came to him, trembling. He nearly burned her alive with his fire, and I could do nothing but choke on my own tears.My morning sickness was relentless, draining what little strength I had left. I could feel myself growing thinner as the baby inside me devoured every ounce of my energy.The only bearable thing was the woman. She was pl