All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vivienne's Pov"Not interested, Kane. The only thing I'm interested in now is getting Ivy to wake up." I kept my voice even, almost bored, as I turned my back on him and walked toward the window.Kane didn't move. He stayed planted in the doorway like a wall of muscle and stubbornness, arms crossed, that faint smirk tugging at his mouth that usually meant trouble."Dante’s order," he repeated, slower this time, like he was explaining quantum physics to a toddler. "You have to learn how to fight. He says you’re getting lazy. All you do is eat, sleep, and talk to yourself now that the twins are no longer in the pack."I let out a short, humorless laugh, not turning around. "Lazy? Tell your brother I built an empire while he was still learning how to knot his tie without help. And talking to myself?" I finally glanced over my shoulder, eyes narrowing. "That's called strategy. You should try it sometime instead of growling and fucking your way through problems."His smirk faltered, just a

VIVIENNEKane and I have been digging through mole bullshit for two straight days and no real leads, but fuck if there hasn’t been a metric ton of dick. The second I stopped playing hard-to-get, Asher and Kane turned into walking erections with zero impulse control.They bend me over desks, pin me against walls, drag me into supply closets like animals in heat. I curse them out, slap their hands away, threaten to cut their balls off and then I moan like a bitch in heat and beg for round three. Pathetic? Maybe. Addictive? Definitely.Dante’s already had his turn, once, rough, filthy, left bite marks I had to hide under collars for days. Ryker’s been ghosting the pack so he hasn’t gotten his shot yet, but I can feel the storm coming.And then there’s this weird fucking theory I won’t even whisper to myself... every time one of them is inside me, Ivy’s presence hums louder in my chest. Like she’s waking up. Like the sex is… charging her. Energizing me. Making my senses sharper, my reflex

KANE“What’s the status report on her pack investigation?” I asked, not bothering to look up from the map sprawled across my desk.Pins and red strings everywhere like some serial-killer conspiracy board. Abigail snapped to attention like she was still in basic training, spine rigid, eyes forward, and zero bullshit.“Marcus is running her empire now,” she said, voice clipped and professional. “He’s not even half the leader Vivienne was. Shipments delayed, alliances fraying, profits down thirty-seven percent in the last quarter alone. He’s sloppy. Arrogant." She paused and took a deep breath to keep herself calm, she was clearly mad at Marcus"But he’s still breathing...and thriving more than he should because someone’s got his back. A powerful backer. Marcus doesn’t have the brains, balls, or bankroll to pull off betraying Vivienne and flipping her to that underground auction on his own. Someone funded the coup. Someone’s still funding him.”I pinched the bridge of my nose hard enough

VIVIENNE“Goddess, this is life,” I mumbled around a fat purple grape, popping another one between my lips like I was royalty instead of a collared bitch playing house in enemy territory.Five servants, three women, two men were currently working me over like I was a priceless artifact about to crack. One kneaded the arch of my left foot until my toes curled in bliss. Another dragged strong thumbs up the backs of my thighs, chasing away the delicious ache Dante had left there two nights ago A third was massaging my scalp with oil that smelled like jasmine and sin, while the fourth and fifth handled my shoulders and lower back, hitting every knot I’d earned from being bent over, pinned against walls, and fucked into screaming oblivion by four different Alphas in the span of a week.I wasn’t complaining.The evidence hunt for the mole had stalled harder than a drunk horse in mud. Kane and Dante were buried in meetings, interrogations, and border patrols.Asher and Ryker were off doing

VIVIENNE“I don’t care,” Dante’s voice cut through the fog in my skull. “Find whoever leaked our intel to outsiders. Arrest them. If they resist, kill them. No trials. No mercy. I want heads on spikes by dawn.”I woke to that. To the low, lethal growl in his tone, the kind he only used when he was one wrong word away from turning someone into red mist. My eyelids felt glued shut with concrete. My mouth tasted like old pennies and regret. Every inch of me hurt in a dull, throbbing way that said 'you almost died, idiot'.I cracked my eyes open.The room was dim, candles and low lamps, the kind they used when someone was too fucked up to handle bright light. Medical bay. Smelled like antiseptic, blood, and four very pissed-off Alphas.They surrounded the bed like a pack of wolves circling a wounded doe. Except this doe had teeth.Dante stood at the foot, arms crossed, claws still half-out, face carved from granite and fury. Kane paced like a caged animal, hair a mess, knuckles split and