บททั้งหมดของ Ruthless Obsession: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Maisie Hawthorne POV"Watch where you are steering that thing, pup," the elderly cart driver grumbles, his rough voice cutting through the hum of the Hawthorne Grand Hotel service wing.I hold my breath, pressing my cheek against the cold velvet lining of the transport bin as the timber cart jolts over the stone threshold. The driver doesn't realize he is hauling more than just heavy winter cloaks and embroidered tapestries down to the lower courtyard. I squeezed out from behind the decorative stone pedestal the exact second his back was turned, snatched my heavy satchel, and burrowed straight beneath the mountain of fur-lined coats before he could blink his sleepy eyes.He pauses for a brief second, clearing his throat with a raspy cough. The weight of the cart must feel different, but after a grunt of irritation, his leather boots scuff against the floor again. The heavy wooden wheels roll forward.I stay buried in the thick wool, the scent of cedar and old leather filling my nose a

Brielle Whitmore POV"She escaped the Crownstone District? Why would my pup flee the inner territory?" I snap, my teeth barring as my inner wolf claws at my chest in pure, unfiltered panic."I do not know," High Alpha Everett Hawthorne growls, his voice heavy with a dangerous, dark vibration that rattles the wooden rafters of Whitmore Hill House. "I commanded my enforcers to prepare her transport to Ashbourne Preparatory Academy. She was distraught over her exile from Silvercrest City, and furious about our fractured bond."That word—our fractured bond—hangs between us like a bloody blade suspended by a single thread. We never formally severed our mate connection. It was an explosive collision that shattered into complete radio silence in an instant.I slam my hand onto the timber counter, forcing the bitter grief down into my stomach. Maisie Hawthorne is the only thing that matters right now. We can bleed over our ruined mating bond later."Maisie is not an ordinary pup," I say, my e

Everett Hawthorne POV"Which direction, Hollis?" I snarl, my voice laced with dark vibration as my golden Alpha eyes scan the pine-choked horizon of Pineveil Woodland Reserve."By my wolf's tracking sense, we are halfway to the border garrison when those crimson patrol flares ignite against the sky," Hollis Whitmore growls beside me, his nose twitching in the heavy mountain air.My heart slams violently against my ribs. My wolf clawing inside my chest knows with absolute certainty that those flashing flares mean only one thing: my pup is in danger."Park the war-rig here!" I bark at Alton Mercer. Before the iron-rimmed wheels even grind to a halt on the icy shale, I kick open the carriage door and throw myself into a dead sprint toward the signaling lights. Brielle and Hollis leap out right behind me, their boots tearing up the frozen dirt.Though the morning sun is trying to break through the mountain mist, the dense canopy of the shadow reserve buries everything in suffocating gloom

Everett Hawthorne POV"I always thought this old timber hayloft was where local mated pairs came to hide from their pack duties," Brielle Whitmore murmurs, her deep blue eyes reflecting the faded sunlight filtering through the open mountain walls of the loft. "Back when I was just an unbonded juvenile running these trails, I used to dream about what it would feel like to be claimed here. I secretly wanted my mate to mark me on this very fur blanket, even though our path took a much wilder turn in Silvercrest City."A soft flush spreads across her high cheekbones, and my inner wolf rumbles with intense, territorial pride. We both remember our chaotic first night at the Hawthorne Grand Hotel, but standing here in the heart of her ancestral mountain territory, the primal urge to claim her rewires every nerve in my body. She folds her hands against her bare waist, looking up at me as if waiting for the High Alpha to make his move."Are you asking me to claim you right now, Brielle?" I sna

Maisie Hawthorne POV"She chuckled against my lips, her warm fingers lacing through mine," I recall the memory as I trace the silver trim of my ceremonial dress, standing near the towering arched entrance of the Hawthorne Crown Residence."It's not that, Everett," Brielle Whitmore had whispered to my father in the pine-scented hayloft back in the Pinehaven Territory, her eyes shining with quiet emotion. "There's one more person we need to check with. Then, I can say yes to becoming your High Luna."The day my father and Brielle came to me in her family’s territory lodge, asking if I would give my blessing for their blood union, was the absolute happiest moment of my life.But the day they actually swore their pack vows under the pale moon, with me casting crushed silver-leaf petals across their path, eclipsed every dream I had ever dared to hold.The weeks leading up to the mating ceremony passed in a whirlwind of wild energy throughout Silvercrest City. My father officially reinstate