All Chapters of Wrapped In Lycan Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

002His filthy words from last night still echo in my skull like sin carved into bone: “I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, naughty nun.”Dawn light filters through the narrow windows of the orphanage chapel, turning the stone floor pale gold. I kneel with the other sisters and the children, hands folded, lips moving through the morning office. My voice is steady. My body is not.Every shift of weight sends a fresh pulse through the scar low on my belly. It throbs in perfect time with the memory of my fingers last night, circling, dipping, stopping just short of release because he said so. The mark feels branded anew, like his tongue traced it while I whimpered into the dark. I press my thighs together under the long black skirt. Slickness has already started gathering again, warm and shameful between my folds. I hate how easily my body remembers him. I get so wet easily all because of a complete stranger.Breakfast passes in a blur of oatmeal and sma

004"You're not in love with Victor Blackwood despite the fact that he's your crush. I can see it.."I look up from my teacup. Aunt Dolores is watching me the way she watches everything, with the patience of someone who has already decided what she thinks and is simply waiting for you to catch up."I've met him once," I say. "For twenty minutes.""That's not what I mean." She folds her hands on the table. The silver ring on her right hand catches the afternoon light coming through the narrow window. "I mean you're not going to fall in love with him. I can see it in the way you looked at him. Like he was furniture."I keep my voice careful. "He seemed perfectly nice.""He is perfectly nice." She says it the way that makes me eyeroll a bit. "He is controlled and civilized and he will not cause you a single moment of drama for the rest of your natural life. That is precisely the point.""And the contract?.""Yes." She picks up her cup. Sets it down again without drinking. "The contract."

CHAPTER SIX I lay curled on the narrow convent bed, knees drawn tight to my chest, the thin blanket twisted around my hips like a guilty confession. The phone rested on the cold stone floor where I had dropped it moments ago, its screen now dark but still radiating danger. My body refused to calm. Every tiny shift of my thighs sent fresh sparks through my swollen folds, drawing soft, helpless whimpers from my lips. I was still so wet, slickness coating my skin and soaking into the simple cotton sheets beneath me. The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear.The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread l

CHAPTER EIGHTI stared at the phone in my trembling hand, my thumb hovered over the send button. The video I had just recorded waited there, my face was flushed, my lips parted, my eyes were glassy with shameful need. One tap and Jax would see everything. He would own another piece of me. My scar burned hotter beneath the habit, pulsing like it agreed with the hunger between my legs, more like it disagreed. Fresh slickness still coated my inner thighs from the recording. My body wanted this. It craved the danger of his growl, the way his commands made me forget every vow I had ever taken.But my mind screamed no.I held myself back at the last second. My thumb froze. I took a deep breath, then another, the cool garden air filling my lungs like a lifeline. The phone slipped from my fingers onto the soft earth beside the stone well. I sank down after it, knees hitting the ground hard. The rough fabric of my skirt bunched around my hips. I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and

Chapter 10Lena did not leave when she was supposed to. She found excuses to stay, helping Aunt Dolores organize some old books in the library and chatting with the children until the afternoon light turned golden. Eventually we slipped away together to a secluded corner of the cloister, hidden behind thick curtains of ivy that draped over ancient stone columns. No one ever came back here unless they needed absolute quiet. I leaned against the cool wall, still in my habit, while Lena sat beside me on the narrow stone bench, her sundress riding up her smooth thighs.At first she kept her voice gentle, but I could feel the shift coming. She reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You know… your mother was a real strong wolf, Raven. Luna Elara did not just survive in that pack. She fought battles. She shifted under the full moon and roared loud enough to make grown males lower their heads. I keep thinking… maybe some of that wolf blood made it to you after all. Have you