All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Vivienne“Vivienne Moreau, how can you stand there and plead not guilty,” one of the councilwomen snapped, rising from her carved seat like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment, “when our Alphas themselves handed you authority over security protocols, war intelligence routing, and internal surveillance grids?”Her voice carried sharp and shrill across the hall.Another woman leaned forward, eyes blazing with righteous fury. “You were trusted with access to restricted patrol rotations, elite unit weaknesses, strategic reserve locations, covert messenger routes. Information that only ranking war commanders and intelligence heads should ever see.”“And now,” a third cut in, “those same classified channels have been compromised. Rival packs are predicting our movements. Supply lines are being intercepted. Our spies are disappearing. You expect us to believe this is coincidence?”The accusations started flying like poisoned darts.“You built your reputation in criminal syndic

VivienneEscaping my room had taken more effort than I was willing to ever admit out loud. Not because the guards were incompetent, far from it but because they were trained by the very new intelligence network I built. They knew how I thought, how I moved, how I created distractions, so slipping past them felt like playing chess against a version of myself that had already predicted my next five moves. I had to fake sleep first, regulate my heartbeat until even wolf hearing would register me as deeply unconscious, then trigger a timed blackout in the hallway cameras through a backdoor code I’d buried months ago for “emergencies.” While the lights flickered and one of the guards stepped away to check the fuse panel, I slid through the balcony drainage shaft like a criminal breaking out of her own prison, landing silently on the cold grass below with my knees screaming in protest.I didn’t stop to appreciate the irony.My eyes were already glued to the blinking red signal on my watc

Dante“Kill that woman already. Why keep her alive?”Asher’s voice was not a question. It was a threat dressed in words, low and shaking with a fury he was barely containing as he stalked toward the reinforced prison wing like he meant to rip the doors off with his bare hands. The guards stationed outside stiffened instantly, instinctively lowering their heads because even the air around him felt dangerous right now, heavy with Alpha authority and something darker and very feral.I stepped into his path before he could reach the final corridor.“No.”He stopped, but only physically. His eyes were still burning, wolf pressing hard against the surface like it wanted blood more than breath.“Move, Dante.”“She stays alive.”The silence between us stretched tight and violent.He laughed then, sharp and humorless. “Alive? After what she did to Vivienne? After she stabbed her, beat her like some stray animal and tried to carve her up in the forest? You want to talk about politics now?”“Th

VivienneWalking felt like dragging a body that didn’t belong to me anymore, every step slow and careful because even though the twins had done their best stitching me back together with magic and stubborn hope, pain still lived deep inside my bones like it had signed a lease and refused to leave. Maya stayed on my left, Mara on my right, both moving in silent coordination as they guided me down the long stone corridor toward the council hall, their hands warm at my elbows like they were afraid I might simply disappear if they let go for even a second. I didn’t tell them that I appreciated it, didn’t tell them that the steady presence was the only thing keeping my pride from crumbling completely, because gratitude was dangerous and weakness even more so, and right now I needed my mind sharp, my heart colder than the marble floor waiting ahead.The closer we got, the louder the noise became, voices layered over each other in restless waves, whispers running ahead of us like wildfire

Vivienne I woke up gasping like I had been dragged out of water with no air left in my lungs, my chest rising and falling too fast, too hard, sweat clinging to my skin like a second layer I couldn’t peel off. The room was dark but not quiet, because my heartbeat was loud enough to fill it, pounding in my ears like a war drum that refused to slow down no matter how much I tried to breathe through it. For a few seconds, I didn’t move, didn’t think, didn’t even blink properly, I just lay there staring at nothing while the dream still clung to me like something real. Them. It had been about them. All four of them. Not fighting, angry or distant but just… there. Dante’s steady gaze that always felt like it could see through every lie I told myself. Kane’s rough hands gripping my waist like I was something he refused to let go of. Ryker’s quiet presence, solid and warm at my back. Asher’s voice low in my ear, teasing and dangerous in that way that always made my stomach twist.