All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VIVIENNE pov.I watched with satisfaction as the other half tried to look anywhere except at me, but I felt their gazes anyway, burning, hungry, and ashamed.I let out a low, filthy, insane laughter.“Too late, Alpha,” I purred, rolling my shoulders so the blood painted a fresh stripe across my collarbone. “They’ve already seen what ten million dollars looks like when it decides to burn your empire down.”“Everyone out before I commit mass murder!” Kane growled and boots thundered, doors slammed, wolves scattered like roaches when the lights came on.In three seconds flat it was just me and four very pissed-off Shadowcrest Alphas.I was standing naked and still laughing like a lunatic.Kane took one step, claws fully extended, eyes molten gold and murder.Ryker’s tongue slid slowly across his fangs, pupils blown so wide his irises were just thin rings of fire and Asher looked calm, except his hands were shaking with the effort of not ripping something, probably me apart.“How dare you

Warning: This episode contains gruesome scenes. VIVIENNE pov.I dragged myself out of bed and towards the door. It had been almost two weeks and all I’d known was this room, this gilded cage, this oversized prison lined with silk. I was provided with everything, food, clothes, hot water, luxuries but not freedom. Not air. Not movement or even their shadows. Even those morons stopped coming. No Dante. No Kane. No Ryker. No Asher and no footsteps outside my door except the guards who smelled like boredom and wet fur.Silence had teeth and it’d been gnawing at me slowly and that isn't funny!Taking a deep breath, I tapped the door and a rough voice replied, “What do you want?”Your life, I snapped inside, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere. Not now.So I dragged sugar across my tongue and softened my voice, “Can I go out? This room is suffocating and...”“No. You are not permitted to leave. Alphas’ orders.”I blinked once, twice and even thrice, then smiled at the door like it had person

VIVIENNE povShadowcrest lives up to its name. Beautiful and lethal. Everything polished until it gleams like a blade waiting for the throat. Every vase, every tapestry, every goddamn rug hides a secret or a stain. Even the air feels like it's watching you, thick with the scent of old blood and older secrets. My allotted fifteen-minute walk began the same way it always did, measured steps along approved paths, the illusion of freedom wrapped in iron rules, like a noose disguised as a necklace.After killing the guard, they’d punished me with starvation for three days. Three long, empty days where my stomach clawed at my spine, where hunger turned into a living thing inside me, whispering promises of weakness.It would have broken most women, turned them into whimpering messes, begging for crumbs. But it barely registered to me. I’d gone weeks without food before I became the Viper, survived on spite, adrenaline, and the promise of blood. I’d licked dew off windowsills, chewed on leath

VIVIENNE pov.“This is a terrible idea,” Ivy muttered, her voice thin and strained. “You’re going to splatter on the stones like overripe fruit, and I’ll be stuck healing a vegetable.”“Every good idea starts that way, lupa(darling),” I whispered back, balancing on the narrow bathroom window ledge, toes curling against slick stone. “Relax. I’ve jumped from worse. Mostly into hell, but the landing’s the same.”The window was humiliatingly small, barely wide enough for my hips but unguarded. No runes, no watchers. Just height, cool air, and the promise of pain if I fucked it up. I could squeeze through if I dislocated a shoulder. Bones knit but pride or sanity doesn’t.They’d locked me in like a trophy they were afraid to touch. Fifteen minutes of walking a day. Two books written by men who’d never gutted anyone interesting. Soft food, soft rules, soft fucking expectations.Did these idiots forget who they bought?I ran empires on blood and deadlines. I scheduled assassinations betw

VIVIENNE povThe first thing that hit me was the smell of herbs, bitter, sharp, and layered with something metallic underneath. The kind of scent that meant healing had happened whether I wanted it or not. My eyes snapped open as memory surged back in ugly flashes, cold electricity ripping through my spine, muscles locking, lungs seizing, Ryker’s grin as the collar burned me from the inside out.That fucker.A scowl settled on my face as I pushed myself upright, the room unfamiliar, too clean, too quiet. Stone walls etched with faint runes, shelves lined with jars, dried roots hanging from the ceiling... yep, definitely not my cell.“Merda…” I muttered.Inside my head, Ivy stirred, weak but sharp-tongued as ever.“You are weak, bitch. Stop being stubborn,” she rasped. “You passed out like a dramatic soap heroine.”“Shut up,” I replied silently. “He fried me like a sacrificial chicken.”The room stayed empty. No guards or chains. That alone put me on edge.“Hello?” I called out.T