All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VIVIENNE POVMy blood started humming the moment the place came into view, not excitement exactly but recognition, the kind your body gets when it remembers an old language it was never supposed to learn.The structure sat half-swallowed by the mountain like something ancient had crawled there to die and decided to stay, all black stone and smoked glass, no neon, no signs, no invitation. You didn’t stumble into this place by accident. You came because you were already dirty enough to belong.Beside me, the twins were vibrating with barely contained energy, their steps a little too quick, their eyes darting everywhere like children sneaking into a forbidden temple. This was their first time, and it showed in the way they whispered instead of spoke, in how they kept glancing at me as if I were a map they hadn’t learned how to read yet.“Hope you have their membership card, girls?” I asked calmly as we drew closer to the entrance. Mtone casual even as I catalogued everything, the angle

VIVIENNE pov.I caught their scent before I heard engines, cologne, gun oil, rage, and pack madness. The twins were still clinging to my arms like I was a shield and not the reason they were shaking like leaves. Their fingers bit into my skin, but I didn’t shake them off. Not yet.Truth, I didn’t regret any of it, not the club, not the kill, not the chaos. My only regret was not taking another shot of that expensive whiskey or maybe breaking a few more skulls while I had the chance.I did something fun though, sow chaos for Marcus, and that was a small victory. The rest, well, let the gods tally the bodies later.The car doors slammed open and Dante was first out, storm and shadow and pure Alpha fury. “COME SI PERMETTE, VIVIENNE!”(HOW DARE YOU, VIVIENNE!) he roared, voice shaking in anger.The girls shot in front of me, trembling but standing, and for a split second I wondered what the hell they were thinking.“Don’t touch her! It’s not her fault, we brought her, we snuck her out, we

Warning; This chapter contains extreme torture 🔞🔞🔞VIVIENNE POVSnowflakes melted on my skin as I pushed myself up from the gravel, blood trickling from my split lip, tasting copper and victory. My throat burned like I'd swallowed fire, but I laughed anyway, hoarse, and ragged, the sound echoing off the stone walls.The four Alphas circled me slowly, they were like predators closing in, their eyes glowing in the dim floodlights. Dante's red stare bored into me, Ryker's grin feral and filthy, Kane's fists clenched white-knuckled, and Asher's face a mask of cold psycho calm that promised worse than pain."Get up," Dante snarled, voice thick with barely leashed rage. "We're not done."I spat blood at his feet, the red splatter mixing with snow. "Oh, we're just starting, capo. You throw like a girl. Is that all your big bad Alpha strength can do?"Ryker lunged first, grabbing my hair in a fist and yanking me to my feet. Pain exploded in my scalp, but I twisted into it, knee slamming to

VIVIENNE POVI watched Dante kiss my knuckles like some twisted knight swearing fealty to his poisoned queen.The urge to punch him square in that perfect, arrogant face was a living thing clawing up my throat but my body felt like wet cement, heavy and useless. So I settled for the next best thing I could do proudly.I yanked my hand away hard enough that his lips dragged across my skin one last second before I was free.He froze, those red eyes narrowed. Good. Let him taste rejection cause that's what he would be getting from me always. "Viv... how are you feeling... tell me... which of them poisoned you?" Maya’s voice was soft, worried, her healer light still flickering over my chest like golden fireflies. Mara hovered beside her.I turned my head slow, every movement cost me and looked at the twins. Real worry in their eyes. For me. The collared bitch. The Viper. The woman who’d killed more people than they’d probably healed. Why the fuck did that make something in my chest twist

VIVIENNE povI stared at the mirror like it owed me money.Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy.The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong. The whip marks from Dante’s little temper tantrum were already scabbing over, angry red lines crisscrossing my back and ass like abstract art painted by a sadist with anger issues. Bite marks from Ryker and Asher bloomed purple-black on my shoulder and breast, fang punctures still weeping tiny beads of blood. Claw furrows from Kane raked down my hips, deep enough that when I twisted, fresh crimson trickled. I looked like a war zone someone fucked in.And the worst part?I was still wet.The poison did that sometimes, turned pain into this sick, throbbing heat that pooled between my thighs and made my clit pulse like it had its own heartbeat. I hated it. Hated how my body could betray me while my mind screamed murder.I dragge