All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VIVIENNE POVI was snarling like a rabid fucking dog.Teeth bared, spit flying every time I snapped my head toward the healer closest to me. The poor bastard flinched so hard his tray of silver instruments clattered. His hands shook like he was holding a live grenade instead of a simple pulse-check crystal.“Touch me again and I’ll rip your fingers off and shove them up your ass sideways,” I hissed, voice low and venomous, the kind of quiet that makes people piss themselves.The healer, some wide-eyed young thing with trembling lips froze mid-reach. He looked at Dante like he was begging for a bullet instead of permission to continue.I was tied to a heavy oak chair in the middle of the infirmary. Thick leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, chains bolted to the floor. They’d even wrapped a silk gag around my neck, not in my mouth, because apparently they wanted to hear every filthy word I spat.My bare legs were spread just enough for “examination purposes,” dress hiked up to mid

VIVIENNE POVI watched the twins’ golden light seep into me slowly.It hurt at first, bright, invasive, scraping the edges of every black vein that had been clawing up my ribs for hours.But then it softened. Slow, and almost tender. The poison hissed, thrashing once, twice, before retreating deeper into my marrow, curling up like a snake that knew it would strike again tomorrow and it really would. I let out a long, ragged exhale, the kind of breath that tastes like survival.Sweat dripped from my temple. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, smearing it across my cheek“Are you alright?” Mara whispered, watching me with those too-wide eyes, scared and stubborn, voice trembling like she might fall apart for me if I just blinked too slow.I nodded once. Sharp. “Peachy.”The pain was still there, though dull now, simmering under my skin but for the first time in three days I could breathe without wanting to claw my own throat out.Maya sat back on her heels, palms glowing faintly

DANTE POV“She’ll be fine,” Maya mumbled after checking Vivienne’s pulse one more time.Her fingers lingered on the pale wrist like she was afraid to let go. I heard the collective exhale from the room, Ryker’s shoulders dropped, Kane unclenched his fists, Asher finally stopped pacing. We all tried to hide it but again we failed.I didn’t move from the doorway. My arms stayed crossed, boots planted on the stone floor, eyes locked on the woman lying too still on the bed.Her chest rose and fell in shallow, stubborn breaths. Black veins had faded to faint gray lines under her skin, but her face was still deathly pale, lips cracked, sweat matting her hair to her forehead. She looked like a war zone someone had forgotten to finish burning.“We should have wiped out the whole pack,” Kane growled, voice low and vicious. “That damn alpha delayed us on purpose.”I sighed. The sound scraped out of me heavy. “We’re not at war with the East yet.”Kane’s head snapped toward me. “Yet.”Ryker huffe

Asher’s POVI watched her sag against my arms and my chest tightened in a way I had never felt before.I had seen women in pain more times than I could count, women who screamed and begged and broke under my hands or the hands of others, but none of them had ever managed to get to me like this, none of them had ever managed to get to us the way she did.Vivienne Moreau, our breeder, the woman we had bought for ten million dollars, she actually made my stomach twist, and I never thought I would see her break down this way It was hard to believe she had lost her wolf, but damn it, the look on her face when she realized it was gone had hit me somewhere deep, somewhere I did not even know existed inside me.“Take her to her room, and chain her to her bed so she’ll not act recklessly,” Dante ordered, and his authoritative voice actually cracked at the end.I could swear on anything that he was worried about Vivienne Moreau and this had nothing to do with his ten million dollars investment

Dante’s POVI sat in the dim glow of my office, the heavy oak desk under my elbows feeling solid and unyielding, a reminder of the control I had built this life around, but tonight it did nothing to steady the storm raging inside me.The CCTV footage played on the screen in front of me, the image sharp and unforgiving, pulling me into Vivienne’s room where my cold-blooded psycho of a brother sat beside her bed.Asher Shadowcrest, the madness of our group, the one who could carve a man open and hum a tune while doing it, was petting her hand. His fingers moved over her skin with a gentleness that bordered on reverence, tracing the faint lines where the black veins had retreated, his thumb brushing her knuckles in slow, careful strokes.It was simply unheard of. Asher did not touch like this. He broke. He twisted. He took pleasure in the snap of bone and the spill of blood.Yet there he was, holding her like she was glass he did not want to shatter, his eyes fixed on her face with an in