All Chapters of HIS TO OWN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Lyra's POVListen, I've had some shit mornings in my life. The time I woke up with a hangover so bad I thought I was dying. The morning after my wolf got bound and I couldn't shift. That god-awful day I found Killian in bed with someone else.But walking into the lobby of Damien's corporate building and seeing my ex-boyfriend standing there like he owned the place? That might actually top the list."Lyra." Killian's voice cut through the marble-and-glass lobby like a knife. "We need to talk."Oh, fuck no. Not today. Not ever, actually.I kept walking toward the elevators, my heels clicking against the polished floor with what I hoped was confident dismissal. "Pretty sure we said everything that needed saying when I caught you with your dick in someone else.""Lyra, please." He moved to block my path, and I caught the scent of his cologne—the expensive one I used to love that now just made my stomach turn. "Just give me five minutes.""I don't have five seconds for you, Killian." I tri

Lyra's Pov Three days since Killian's surprise visit, and my phone was basically a horror movie in my pocket. Unknown numbers. Anonymous threats. Someone who knew way too much about my life and seemed determined to make me paranoid as hell.Mission accomplished, asshole."Nice dress today. Blue really is your color.""How's the bound wolf treating you? Still feeling incomplete?""Does your husband know what you did? What you really are?Each message was worse than the last. Each one made my hands shake and my stomach twist. I couldn't eat not could I sleep. Spent every moment looking over my shoulder, wondering who was watching me, waiting for the other shoe to drop.And now I was sitting in the most important client meeting of the quarter, barely holding my shit together."—which brings the projected ROI to approximately thirty-seven percent over the fiscal year," I said, pulling up the wrong slide on the presentation. Shit. "I mean, forty-seven percent. Sorry, wrong slide."Mr. Has

Damien's POVAfter she retired to our bedroom, I retreated to my study because paperwork never stopped and I preferred working at night when the house was quiet.That's when everything went to hell.The first sign was the headache, sharp and sudden, like someone driving railroad spikes into my skull. I gripped the edge of my desk and breathed through it, waiting for it to pass.It didn't pass like it always did. Instead, I felt like i was being wacked in the head repeatedly.Then came the voice, dark and ancient and completely wrong.Kill her.I froze, every muscle in my body going rigid. The voice was inside my head but it wasn't mine, it wasn't me, it was something else entirely.She doesn't belong, she's making you weak, kill her before she destroys you."No," I said out loud, my voice hoarse. "That's not, she's not—" I let out a guttural noise as pain exploded through my body like I was being torn apart from the inside. My bones felt like they were breaking and reforming, my wol