Todos los capítulos de Ruthless Obsession: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Brielle Whitmore POV"Are you completely out of your mind, Hollis?" I snap, gripping the worn plastic steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. "We are driving a sixteen-year-old rust bucket, not leading an Alpha breach team through enemy territory!"Hollis does not slow down. He keeps his hazel eyes locked on the cracked asphalt ahead, his jaw set in that stubborn, squared-off Whitmore line. "The speedometer says fifty-five, Brielle. If I go any faster, the exhaust manifold is going to drop straight onto the highway, and I do not fancy hauling six hundred pounds of pack luggage on my shoulders back to Whitmore Hill House."I sink back against the frayed upholstery, letting out a sharp breath that smells faintly of pine needles and old vinyl.The drive from the quiet timber trails of Pinehaven Territory to the urban border of Silvercrest City feels like a slow march into another realm. It is a long, agonizing trek in a creaky old van packed to the roof with canvas duffels, heavy wi

"Are you completely out of your mind, Alpha?"Maribel’s sharp, sleep-deprived voice blasts through the hand-held communicator. As the head manager of the Hawthorne Grand Hotel, she is one of the very few wolves in Silvercrest City who dares to speak to me without formal deference, especially when I drag her out of bed at half past two in the morning."I am entirely serious, Maribel," I say, my tone leaving no room for argument as I pace across the study. "I require a personal guardian for Maisie. Someone sharp, capable, and unyielding. She must report to the Hawthorne Crown Residence by nine o'clock sharp."I hear her let out a long, exhausted breath over the line. "Understood, Alpha. But I will never comprehend how you run the most feared pack in the eastern territories while making decisions like a madman in the middle of the night.""Madness is what keeps our borders secure," I reply coolly."Right," she grumbles. "I will pull the district registries immediately. Get some sleep, Ev

Everett Hawthorne POVThe dark, bitter bite of roasted chicory hits my tongue, doing absolute shit to burn away the foul haze of last night’s whiskey. I slam the carved wooden chalice back onto the polished oak table, my claws barely sheathing in time to avoid gouging the grain. Across the private council desk in the Hawthorne Crown Residence, Maribel Hawthorne doesn't even flinch. She just calmly turns a parchment ledger, her silver mantle shifting over her shoulders with the quiet grace of a seasoned Beta."I have zero patience for this useless trial before the morning patrol," I growl, my voice gravelly from lack of sleep and the persistent, throbbing ache at the base of my skull. My wolf, a lethal shadow beneath my skin, snarls in agreement. "Why am I dragged to the administrative quarter at seven in the morning? Is this why the High Alpha retains your service for five hundred silver marks a month?""You needed a proper pack guardian by eight," Maribel replies, her golden eyes fla

"You live above the grand hotel?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light despite the tight, suffocating enclosure. "Your commute must be very short."He smiles, a warmth softening the harsh lines of his battle-scarred face. "It has its advantages. But the greatest reason is waiting at the top: my daughter, Maisie."The lift hums, rising rapidly through the heart of the stone fortress before coming to a soft stop. The doors part, revealing an inner hall guarded by a massive door crafted from solid ironwood, secured with an intricate brass lock. Everett turns the lock, pushing the heavy wood open with an effortless movement of his shoulder.I step over the threshold and completely lose my breath.The Hawthorne Crown Residence is breathtaking. floor-to-ceiling glass arches line the far wall of the main hall, offering a dizzying, million-silver view of the entire Silvercrest City skyline and the dark forests of the borderlands beyond. Plush fur rugs cover stone flagstones, and ancient weapo

Her eyes light up with that wild, unyielding spark that drives my instincts insane. "Hardy ones, sir. My brothers—Hollis, Jory, and the younger ones—learned to hunt before they learned to write. My mother, Elise, taught us that a wolf's true strength is not measured by the silver in their vault, but by the loyalty they offer their pack."She speaks with such raw, beautiful conviction. Every word out of her mouth is untamed, pure, and completely devoid of the fake political flattery I endure from the females of Silvercrest City.Without realizing it, I use the arcane hearth-rune, dimming the crystal lanterns around the room and flaring the fire pit into a warm, amber glow. Soft, low music from the hotel’s lower hall drifts up through the stone floor.I sit down beside her on the massive fur-covered couch. My broad shoulder brushes against hers, and the sheer proximity sends a violent jolt of static heat straight down to my groin.Brielle freezes, her breath catching sharply in her thro