Semua Bab ALPHA JORDAN'S DARK OBSESSION : Bab 141 - Bab 150

CHAPTER 142: THE MIND GAME JORDAN:I sat across from Catherine at the massive mahogany dining table, watching her pick at her food. She looked like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Her eyes kept darting toward the kitchen where the maids were lurking, and she wouldn't even look me in the eye.I knew exactly why.Everything that went down in that kitchen while she was "cooking" dinner was all part of the plan. I’d given those maids a script to follow and I sat at my study watching them play it out so well. I wanted them to tell her about the "sex slaves"—the female rogues I kept in the cellar and killed off once I got bored. It wasn't a complete lie, at least, the part about me killing them off once I got bored was a lie. I only killed male rogues to avenge Arcie's death. The female ones only got punished by having them satisfy my sexual urges in the most brutal ways. But all that was before Catherine showed up. As soon as Spark recognised her as our mate, he wouldn't le

CHAPTER 143: PLEASE TAKE ME TONIGHT, ALPHA CATHERINE:I was drowning in a sea of silk and heat, and I didn’t even want to swim to the surface. The blindfold Jordan had tied around my eyes made every other sense I had sharper. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him—his scent, that heavy mix of cedar and power, was everywhere, filling my senses and possessing every fibre of my being. And the silk restraining my hands behind my back made it impossible for me to run my hands through the locks of his dark damp hair.He was being meticulous in torturing me. That’s the only word for it. He wasn't just touching me; he was taking me apart. His tongue was tracing the sensitive skin of my bud, and each time he flicked his tongue over my clit, I let out a jagged moan that didn't even sound like it came from my own throat. His fingers were working a different kind of magic on my nipples, firm and demanding, making me arch off the bed until my spine felt like it would snap.Every time I thought

CHAPTER 145: GOOD MORNING, ALPHA CATHERINE:After the most intense night of my life, I curled up next to Jordan, my body feeling like it had been through a beautiful war. The warmth radiating off him was like a furnace, and I snuggled closer, fitting myself into the curves of his frame. His arms wrapped around me, heavy and possessive, making me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. He’d made it clear: once he claimed me, I was his forever.Right before I drifted off, I remembered those weird dreams I had months ago. I’d seen him back then, claiming I was his, but I’d brushed it off as a fantasy because of how much he looked down on me. He would bark at me then, then talk down on me like I was nothing. He once even said the Moon Goddess wouldn't be crazy enough to pair us as mates. Now, I realized those weren't just dreams; they were the Moon Goddess whispering to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, feeling like I’d finally come home.When the sun started peeking through the he

CHAPTER 147: DIANA AT IT AGAIN JORDAN:I walked into the office this morning feeling lighter than I had in years. It was a weird, unsettling kind of contentment that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I’ve had sex before—plenty of it. I’ve taken virgins before, too; I’ve defiled more than a few in my time without a second thought. But last night? Last night felt like I’d finally found my missing rib.For years, I’ve been a man driven by pure, unadulterated hate. I’ve hunted rogues, killed scores of them, and wiped out entire nests just to avenge Arcie’s death. I never would’ve guessed in a million years that the Moon Goddess was going to hand me one of those "monsters" as my second-chance mate. It's so ironic.Last night felt like a breath of fresh air. I fucked her like a man possessed, marking every inch of Catherine's skin like I was planting a flag on new territory. She was mine. Period. No going back.I sat down at my desk and flipped open my laptop, ready to bury myself in the

CHAPTER 149: AS LONG AS YOU DON'T BETRAY ME CATHERINE:The heavy door creaked open, and I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The air in the room got ten degrees colder the second she stepped inside. Eve, the maid with the permanent scowl, marched in with a silver tray. She obviously brought my lunch.“Not again,” I grunted under my breath, my skin crawling. Part of me wanted to snap at her, to ask why she opened the door without waiting for my response. I wanted to ask her why she was so hell-bent on making me feel like garbage, but I remembered what Jordan said about being an Alpha’s woman. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me ruffled. I ignored her completely, staring at the blank TV screen like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She slammed the tray down on the table, the silverware clinking aggressively, then turned on her heel and marched out without a word.I sighed, finally letting my shoulders drop. I really didn't get what this