All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

Kane POVThe room smelled of fear, sweat and the faint bitter trace of wolfsbane.Five men sat restrained before us, their wrists bound behind heavy iron chairs while silver-lined chains kept their wolves suppressed. They had all been involved in Zach’s burial, directly or indirectly. One prepared the body after the autopsy, another transported it to the sacred grounds, two performed the burial rites and the last one signed the final record confirming the grave had been sealed according to werewolf tradition. Every one of them had sworn that the body lowered into the earth belonged to Zach, and until recently, we had believed them because there had been no reason not to. We had seen the corpse. The healers had confirmed death. The blood, scent, facial features and magical signature had all matched. The body had remained under Shadowcrest control from the moment it left the room until it reached the burial grounds, yet Zach was alive, walking around in secret meetings as if his grave

Vivienne POVFor several seconds after Dante stopped speaking, I heard nothing.Not the quiet crackle of the fire, not the faint movement of the curtains, not even the steady breathing of the four men surrounding me. All I could hear was the violent pounding of my own heart and the same sentence repeating in my head until it stopped sounding like words.It had all been planned.Zach’s arrival in Shadowcrest had been planned. His sudden return to my life, the timing, the way he inserted himself between me and the men, the tension he created, the fake death in Asher’s room, the dagger, the blood, the body and the burial. Every single detail had been placed carefully, like pieces on a board, and I had walked through them exactly the way he expected me to. I had grieved him. I had broken apart for him. I had turned on Asher because of him. I had nearly destroyed the fragile bond growing between me and the men because I believed someone I loved had been murdered.And he had been alive the

Vivienne POVI had only wanted a quiet walk.That was all.No meetings, reports, elders or tense conversations about Zach, my empire or the tiny pup currently turning every person around me into an overprotective lunatic. Just fresh air, a slow path through the pack and maybe ten peaceful minutes where nobody asked what I had eaten, whether I felt dizzy or why I had been standing for longer than five seconds. Apparently, that was too much to ask.I was halfway through one of the quieter paths behind the main residence when hurried footsteps sounded behind me. I sensed Beta Lance before he called out, but I still turned when his voice reached me, only to find the man rushing toward me with an expression that already told me I was about to inherit someone else’s problem.“My Luna.”He stopped several feet away and bowed.Then he kept bowing.I stared.He was bent so low that for one ridiculous second, I wondered if he had dropped something in the grass and was too embarrassed to admit i

Vivienne POVI had only wanted a quiet walk.That was all.No meetings, reports, elders or tense conversations about Zach, my empire or the tiny pup currently turning every person around me into an overprotective lunatic. Just fresh air, a slow path through the pack and maybe ten peaceful minutes where nobody asked what I had eaten, whether I felt dizzy or why I had been standing for longer than five seconds. Apparently, that was too much to ask.I was halfway through one of the quieter paths behind the main residence when hurried footsteps sounded behind me. I sensed Beta Lance before he called out, but I still turned when his voice reached me, only to find the man rushing toward me with an expression that already told me I was about to inherit someone else’s problem.“My Luna.”He stopped several feet away and bowed.Then he kept bowing.I stared.He was bent so low that for one ridiculous second, I wondered if he had dropped something in the grass and was too embarrassed to admit i

Chapter 200: The Veiled LunaVivienne POVLance returned with a long black veil that covered the lower half of my face and fell softly over my shoulders. It was plain, without jewels or unnecessary decoration, which was perfect because I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I only wanted enough concealment to stop the visitors from recognizing me too quickly and enough fabric between my mouth and the room to hide the insults I might whisper when they started speaking nonsense.I tied it securely behind my head, adjusted the folds and looked at Lance. “Can you still tell when I’m angry?”He studied me carefully, then his gaze moved to my eyes.“Yes.”I frowned. “That was not the answer I wanted.”“Your eyes are very expressive, My Luna.”“They express murder?”“Sometimes.”Ivy laughed inside my head. “The cloth is covering the wrong part.”“I’m starting to regret waking you up.”“You’d be dead without me.”“Details.”Lance opened the heavy doors, and I took one slow breath before stepping