Todos los capítulos de Ruthless Obsession: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Everett Hawthorne POVMy territorial hunt with Brielle across the high reaches of Silvercrest City feels like a sharp, intoxicating fever dream.Watching her widen those striking golden eyes at the grand spires of the Crownstone District, taking her to the ancient blood-arenas, and sitting beside her in the high balcony of the Skygarden Terrace while she watches the warrior drills in absolute wonder awakens a protective, possessive instinct in my wolf that has lain dormant for three long winters. She isn't like the arrogant, power-hungry females of the high pack circles. She does not care about my vast wealth, the massive holdings of the Hawthorne Grand Hotel, or the iron authority I wield over the territory. She looks directly into my soul, searching for the man beneath the High Alpha title.When my carriage drops her back at her quarters in Northbridge Heights at twilight, I brush my lips over hers in a brief, burning promise that leaves her chest heaving and her eyes dark with unsa

Brielle Whitmore POVHigh Alpha Everett Hawthorne sweeps me off my feet, hauling my weight against his massive, broad chest as he strides down the quiet corridor of the Hawthorne Crown Residence.My breath hitches in my throat, a wild surge of adrenaline and raw anticipation slamming through my pulse as he kicks open the heavy double doors of his private chambers. He carries me inside, setting me down onto the thick, fur-draped mattress with a gentle precision that contrasts violently with the feral, dark hunger burning in his glowing golden eyes. He steps back just an inch, his broad shoulders blocking out the firelight, staring down at me like an Alpha king inspecting his long-awaited mate."So, High Alpha," I murmur, my voice trembling slightly as I try to hide my nerves behind a small, defiant smile. "Teach me how a border female belongs in your bed.""First lesson, little huntress," Everett rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through the mattress as his broad, calloused hands reach

Brielle Whitmore POV"Run fast, little huntress, and don't look back until you reach the academy gates," I whisper after Maisie Hawthorne as she bounds off toward Silvercrest Academy.The moment High Alpha Everett Hawthorne and I say our goodbyes to his daughter, I know I need to head straight back to Northbridge Heights. I need to change out of these wrinkled clothes, let my wolf breathe in the familiar air of my old territory, and process the absolute madness of what happened last night. But more than anything, my chest is pounding with a wild, desperate urge to gush.I survived my maidenhood. I surrendered to the highest Alpha in Silvercrest City, and it was not just some quick, violent pack ritual. It was intense, breathtaking, and utterly mind-blowing. After years of guarding my virtue from dirty border rogue wolves, I succumbed to a real male, and I feel like howling it to the entire territory.I know Veda Sinclair and I ended things on a razor's edge yesterday. But she has spen

Everett Hawthorne POVThe first time I hauled Brielle Whitmore into my sleeping chambers, I treated her like delicate crystal, guiding her maidenhood with steady, controlled patience. I wanted her human fears to melt, for her wolf to trust mine without hesitation.Now that she belongs to me, that initial hesitation is gone. My dark Alpha nature demands to unleash the raw, unrestrained heat of our bond, and she is eager for the storm."Tonight, little huntress," I rumble, tossing her back onto the thick, fur-draped mattress of the Hawthorne Crown Residence, "I am teaching your wolf a far more primal lesson. Are you ready?""Show me," Brielle gasps, her golden eyes flashing with instant, liquid heat."Good. Put these on first."I reach into a carved ironwood chest beside the bed and pull out a gift I commissioned from the Crownstone District: sheer black lace thigh-high stockings, a dark leather garter belt, and high straps that frame her bare hips. Her breath hitches at the sight, but

Everett Hawthorne POVThe resounding slam of the heavy oak door echoed through the grand stone corridor like a death knell, leaving a foul, metallic taste in the back of my throat. My inner wolf roared against my ribs, thrashing violently, demanding that I leap through the threshold, haul Brielle back into my arms, and erase the hurt I had just carved into her soul. But the dark truth coursing through my veins kept my boots glued to the cold floorboards of the Hawthorne Crown Residence.If I went after her right now without controlling the savage, suffocating rage tearing through my mind, I would break her completely.Unable to sit still, I prowled around the stone kitchen, knocking silver goblets aside and aggressively slamming iron pans against the hearth just to drown out the ringing in my ears. I straightened the porcelain salt urn. I scrubbed the clean wooden counters with a damp cloth until the timber groaned. I brewed a pot of bitter black root tea, even though the sun had long