Semua Bab Primal Craving : Bab 81 - Bab 90

“There is no love without suffering.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky.CAMELLIA I didn't know where we were.I was cold and slipping in and out of consciousness.Pressed against Lucien’s chest, I knew I was safe and I shut my mind off because I trusted that safety.I hated being such a liability right now, but my body had nothing left to give.Every sharp breath he took, every sound of strain that escaped him with each step, told me how much he was hurting as he carried me yet his grip didn't loosen.“No, not the pack house. Hurry—please. She keeps closing her eyes.” His voice was fractured in my ears, but I knew he was sending out a mindlink.I wanted to tell him I was fine, just tired, but I didn’t even have the strength to form the words.“Keep your eyes open, my love,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.We walked a few steps more before I felt him readjust his hold, and then I heard a door creak softly open.“I need you warm,” I heard him murmur, and then something soft and heated was draped o

There is nothing more maddening than to be desired carefully when you are desperate to be ruined.—A Lover’s Journal, 19th c.CAMELLIA Was it too soon to be this happy?“This is Camellia. She carries my child. She is my mate, and soon to be your Luna. You will honor her. You will tend to her. You will defend her as if she were the Moon herself coming down among us. That is not a request. Fail me, and I will show you just how quietly and completely I can destroy a life.”It had been days, but Lucien’s words still rang in my head as I sliced pickles into my salad, so sharp I almost forgot I’d been angry with him before the trauma with Matthias.Matthias.I told Lucien everything that had happened. He said it was fine now, but I knew better.Every night, he went out with Damien, Rowan, and Kyle, a silent, relentless hunt for any trace of him.“One more pickle,” Lilah signed from beside me.She hadn’t let me out of her sight since I returned. I kept the lie about being back from vacatio

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.— Joan Crawford.CAMELLIA I bit my lip so hard it hurt, fighting to keep the moan from betraying us to the entire pack.“Double patrol the western border,” Lucien commanded through the phone, his tone sharp, ruthless.And then—God help me—his thumb pressed against my clit, slow circles that made my thighs tremble against his chair.He was running the pack with one hand and unraveling me with the other.“Yes, make sure your warriors rotate every two hours,” his voice dipped lower, but his fingers curled inside me at the same time.My breath hitched and I slapped a hand over my mouth before the whimper could break free.My free hand slid up, tugging at the neckline of my dress until my breasts spilled free. I pinched my nipple hard, desperate, chasing what he refused to give me.“Lucien—” I whispered . “Please. Please, inside me.”His eyes cut to me for the first time but he ignored

"The measure of a man is what he does with power."— Plato.LUCIEN Nights.I spent countless nights in the forest, hunting Matthias. Not just to avenge camellia but because I knew what he was doing to our kind.Turning wolves into hybrids.On the surface, it looked like power enough to tempt desperate alphas into selling their souls.But I knew the truth — every hybrid was a corpse waiting to happen. Their lifespan halved, their instincts poisoned and their humanity was stripped away piece by piece.A wolf that can’t tell friends from prey. A beast that forgets its pack and can kill its own.That was the fate Matthias promised them, and they were foolish enough to pay the price.He left evidence in my mail box, left in plain sight as a means to taunt me.Four rulers. Four men with names that carried weight in our world, caught kneeling before him.Their heads bowed like dogs as he slit his wrist, their mouths stained with his blood.The bastard wanted me to see it. He’d left the ph

I am not a man. I am dynamite.— Friedrich Nietzsche.MATTHIAS I was definitely done with showing up for council meetings.Okay, fine. Maybe I’m partly to blame. I didn’t flinch when his aura hit. Didn’t even pretend to be impressed when my newly turned pets painted the walls red for me.My disguise was even tweaked to be perfect this time. I even bleached my hair brown and shoved those itchy things humans wear in their eyes instead of wearing dark shades so my mismatched ones wouldn’t give me away.But of course. Lucien had to stare like he recognized every damned hair on my body.I laughed out loud as I remembered the disgusted look on his face.And that’s the difference between us.Lucien sees blood and thinks chaos.I see blood and think art.The moan from the naked hybrid beneath me yanked me out of my thoughts.I rolled my eyes at the irritating sound.She wanted affection. I wanted silence.I turned her over and slammed into her from behind until my balls slapped against he