All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VIVIENNE’S POVBlackwood territory... like the Atlas Blackwood’s kingdom, if you could call a place like this a kingdom.Out here, “territory” meant something deeper that hummed in your bones and hissed in your blood. A rogue pack, hidden behind layers of old magic and silence, population small but power so dense it pressed on hard.It has no outsiders, no alliances, and no wars, just a clan of monsters and misfits who turned their back on the world and built something untouchable.They weren’t ordinary rogues. No, the Blackwoods were more... werewolf and lycan and witch and goddess-knows-what-else, a mad cocktail of bloodlines that turned them into legends and nightmares.Hybrids in every sense, wild in every way, barbarians with too much class and too many secrets. They didn’t meddle in realm politics, didn’t crave conquest or titles. They had no need to, their silence was its own weapon, their self-sufficiency a fortress no army could breach.To even walk these grounds was a privi

VIVIENNE’S POVI watched the man eat like the world wasn’t full of knives.That was the first unsettling thing.Atlas Blackwood sat across from me at a long obsidian table carved straight out of the mountain itself, candlelight catching in the sharp planes of his face, movements calm, measured, and controlled. He cut his meat slowly, chewed without haste, drank his wine like he had nowhere else to be and nothing to fear.Meanwhile, my leg wouldn’t stop bouncing under the table.Kindness wasn’t free in this world.Peace wasn’t accidental.And men like Atlas Blackwood didn’t do anything without a reason.Criminals like me weren’t allowed in Blackwood territory. Everyone knew that. The rogues had rules stricter than any empire because they could afford to. They didn’t need alliances, didn’t need trade, didn’t need outsiders muddying their bloodlines or bringing chaos into their mountains.And yet here I was.Alive, unchained, fed and sitting across from the Alpha himself like I belonged.

VIVIENNE’S POV“Damn, hit him harder!” I shouted, leaning forward like my life depended on it.The crack of fist against flesh echoed across the training grounds, followed by a collective roar from the watching warriors. Someone went down hard, coughing blood, and I laughed, sharp and pleased.Goddess, this place was addictive.“Don’t lose your voice, Vivienne,” Atlas said calmly beside me, like men weren’t actively trying to beat each other unconscious a few feet away.He handed me a slice of apple, peeled clean, crisp and cold.I took it without thinking, teeth sinking into it with a grin. “If he dies, I’m blaming you for not letting me scream louder.”Atlas hummed, unbothered. “He won’t die. Not today.”That was the thing about Blackwood territory.Violence lived here but it was disciplined, controlled, and purposeful. No posturing, no pointless cruelty. Just power sharpened into something clean and terrifying.And somehow… It worked.I lounged back on the stone bench, one leg cros

Vivienne’s POV“Can you stop being stubborn and come home with us? We should be mad at you for running away from us. You made us remove your collar just so you could run away?”Dante’s voice was low, controlled, but the undercurrent of hurt and fury made every word land hard. My eyes twitched once, and sharp, a sign of impending doom that anyone who knew me would’ve recognized as the moment before I exploded.I stared at him. At all four of them.Dante standing tall and unyielding, jaw clenched, eyes burning with that cold, possessive fire that used to make my knees weak and my rage flare at the same time. Kane beside him, fists balled so tight his knuckles were white, breathing hard like he was two seconds from lunging. Ryker leaning against the wall with that lazy, dangerous grin that never quite reached his eyes, but the way his fingers flexed said he was ready to tear someone apart. Asher was smiling, that slow, unhinged, terrifying smile, like he’d already pictured a doze

VIVIENNE "You sure you're safe with them?" Ria asked, watching the men in my room and I nodded with a smile. "They can't do anything, worse case they all end up dead." I said with a smile and she nodded, giving the men a look that could kill."Call us if you need anything." Atlas said and I nodded again, softer this time.“I will,” I said. “And if I don’t call, assume I’m either fine… or the problem solved itself.”Ria snorted. “That’s my girl.”Atlas stepped closer, his presence steady and heavy in that quiet way of his, eyes sweeping over the four Shadowcrests like he was measuring distances, weaknesses, outcomes. There was no hostility in him, but there was no trust either.“If she bleeds,” he said calmly, voice low and even, “there will be consequences.”Dante met his gaze without flinching.“So will there be if she doesn’t,” he replied just as calmly.The air tightened. Two Alphas. Two worlds. Neither backing down.I sighed, already exhausted.“Enough,” I cut in. “I’m not a tre