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All Chapters of Ruthless Obsession: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"If you do not mind me asking, Alpha, how many winters have you seen?" Maris Everleigh asks smoothly, her pale gray eyes scanning Eamon's sharp jawline as she licks the sticky honey-sugar from her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing a deep rose.Eamon Whitlock shifts his weight on the carved wooden bench, adjusting his leather trousers under her heavy gaze. "I am fifty-eight."He watches her breath catch. In wolf years, fifty-eight is the absolute prime for a dominant Alpha male, but she looks barely past her second shift. "And you, tutor? How many winters?""Twenty-two," Maris whispers.Twenty-two. Eamon's inner wolf lets out a possessive growl, his core hardening instantly against his belt. She is far too young, a delicate young female right at the start of her life, but his body burns to mark her anyway."I am six!" Pippa interrupts proudly, suddenly leaping off the bench to throw her small arms around Eamon's neck. Her flying knee lands dead-center in his groin, mak

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MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"That was amazing!" Pippa Whitlock exclaims, clutching her spirit-fish glass containers tightly against her tunic. She giggles toward the glowing water before pointing her finger toward the center of the festival. "Daddy! Look at that massive runic timber slide! Can I go on it?"Eamon Whitlock takes the twin spirit-fish containers from her small hands and hands her a pouch of leather game tokens. "Up you go, pup. Keep your paws on the safety ropes."Maris stands beside Eamon at the lower wooden boundary fence, watching Pippa scramble up the steep timber ladder behind the other young pack cubs."Thank you for letting me join your evening," Maris says softly, leaning slightly against the timber frame as Eamon keeps his protective gaze locked on his daughter. "I have not felt this relaxed since my academy placement.""Pippa enjoys your company," Eamon rumbles, his voice deep and heavy with raw Alpha weight.Maris feels her pulse hammer in her throat. She wants more th

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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"You failed the selection, Eamon. The Ashcombe Pack Tower needs fresh blood, not a former warrior past his prime," the elder's voice echoed through the stone courtyard.Eamon Whitlock gripped his leather reins, his knuckles turning stark white as he stared down the three younger pack males walking past him with arrogant smirks. Nine candidates had stood in line for the contract. Nine wolves vying for one position inside the territorial security force. And once again, the elder council had dismissed him for younger, faster wolves who had never bled on a border run."Fresh blood doesn't know how to track a rogue in the dark," Eamon growled, his voice deep, gravelly, and laced with suppressed alpha aura."Doesn't matter," the elder spat back. "The decision is made."Eamon swung himself onto his horse and rode away from the council steps, his chest tight with bitter frustration. He needed a legitimate pack contract. He needed high-grade silver marks to pay the dues for

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Eamon Whitlock POV “No knotting, right?” Eamon remembered she’d told him the only contact stayed oral. Coralie Vane leaned closer on the couch in the Whitlock Wolf Den. “They are all going to want a taste of you. Keep moving down the line and do not give any of the others more attention than the contract patron herself. She also asked this morning if you might be interested in claiming her fully, protected of course. I told her I’d call back once I checked with you, but that you’d expect a solid pack bonus. She said that could be arranged.” “She wants me to take her in front of all her pack sisters?” “More precisely, she wants you to choose her in front of every last one of them. This is not about some secret fling or breaking bonds. It is her way of proving she outranks the rest in heat and desirability. A dominance display if you will. So do not anger the contract patron by lingering too long on her closest friend’s breasts. She needs to be the one desired above the others. It i

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MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"Tracking down Eamon Whitlock to sign his own cub's academy papers is like pulling fangs from a rogue wolf," Mrs. Cora Bellamy barked from behind her stone desk the second Maris Everleigh stepped into the administrative hall. "The term deadline for the Mooncub Academy Appointment is in forty-eight hours, Miss Everleigh. If the Whitlock Wolf Den does not submit those signatures today, young Pippa loses her apprentice rank."Maris swallowed hard, her pulse hammering against her ribs at the mere thought of speaking to the Lone Pack Father after what had happened at the Moonfang Fairgrounds. "I'll call him right now, Mrs. Bellamy."She pulled out her device, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed his frequency. She held her breath, praying he wouldn't route it directly to his voice vault."Hello, Maris," his deep, rough voice rumbled down the line before the second chime even finished.Her heart did a frantic, violent flip in her chest. He had her personal signal

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MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"I just thought we'd have fun together in the Silverpine quarter," Maris says, leaning across the dark timber table, her voice dropping into a low, deliberate purr. "I still do. I am sure we could find something we both have in common under the full moon."The Silver Alpha gives her a sideward glance. His intense grey eyes smolder with pure predator warmth, the raw power of his wolf humming right beneath his skin. "I am sure we would find something. You know, Miss Everleigh, I have been wondering about you.""Ask me anything," Maris says, tilting her chin up. "I have nothing to hide from a Whitlock.""Why do you like older wolves?" Eamon asks, his deep voice scraping over her nerves like velvet."My aunt is a bit of a flirt in the pack, and she had a lot of male wolves around the den," Maris answers without missing a beat. "I saw the way the younger ones treated her. The older alpha males were respectful. I always wanted someone to treat me like I was special. Like

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MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"He is not coming back into the Young Wolf Learning Hall today," Maris Everleigh says, stacking the parchment scrolls neat and tight across her oak desk inside Mooncrest Cub Academy. Her heartbeat thumps hard against her ribs as she looks up at the doorway. "Eamon made his choice clear in the quarter."Pippa Whitlock tilts her head, her dark wolf-pup eyes round and searching as she grips her leather satchel. "My father said he had to speak with the Pack Council Education Court today, Miss Everleigh. But he told me to wait right here for him.""Your father is a busy Lone Pack Father, Pippa," Maris whispers, her voice softening as her inner wolf twinges with a sharp, ache-filled pull. "He has Pack Contract Work to find."Before Pippa can answer, heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the stone corridor of the academy. Eamon Whitlock fills the archway, his broad shoulders practically blocking out the torches behind him. His scent—sharp pine, heavy rain, and raw alpha m

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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"Toby Fenwick, huh? Has that new pack male been marking his territory around your den a lot lately?" Eamon Whitlock asks, gripping the leather steering wheel of his truck as he glances down at his daughter in the passenger seat. He has heard the endless whispers through the pack mind-link about Nola Fairbourne’s dramatic breakup with her previous mate, but Nola is head over heels now. Eamon told his Den Guardian that having one guest over is fine, but boundaries need to be set. He does not need a six-year-old wolf pup asking about heat cycles or mating rituals.Pippa Whitlock flips open her leather-bound storybook, her small claws lightly snagging the parchment. "Just a couple of times, Daddy.""How is Miss Everleigh doing?" Eamon asks, keeping his voice light as the truck idles near the Silverpine Residential Quarter.Pippa lets out a bright, pup-like giggle. "Do you mean my Young-Cub Tutor or the silver goldfish in our den tank?"Eamon lets out a deep chuckle, his

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MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"He actually said he would reach out to my mind-link," Maris murmurs, staring down at the polished silver communication crystal resting on her nightstand as if it might dissolve into smoke if she blinks too hard.She never imagined the formidable Lone Pack Father would give in to her direct challenge, but now that he has crossed that boundary, she knows her scent is already branded into his alpha thoughts.After finishing her grueling shift at Mooncrest Cub Academy, she stops by the bustling Silverpine Pack Market to pick up fresh provisions for the upcoming weekend. It is her quiet Wednesday evening routine, yet tonight her pulse hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs with every step she takes between the vendor stalls. She checks her communication crystal three times while inspecting dried silver-moss and sweet moon-berries, and then twice more once she slides into the driver's seat of her carriage.Upon returning to the quiet warmth of Everleigh Cottage, she

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Maris Everleigh POV “Maybe. Tell me again what you’re wearing.” Maris pauses just long enough to tease him. “Toenail polish.” “What color?” “Desire me.” She waits for his reaction and gets exactly what she expects. “I do, but what color is the polish?” Eamon’s low laugh rolls through the speaker and she laughs with him. “Every shade has some wild name now. Plain hot pink does not sell anymore.” She glances at her toes and pictures Dexter Rook once sucking them. The memory sends a quick tingle between her legs and she wonders if Eamon would do the same. “I think it is a sexy color. I bet those little toes look perfect. I want to see them. Snap a picture and send it.” “Okay. Give me a second.” She takes the photo and sends it, glad she told the truth about the color and the fresh paint. “Fuck.” The single word whispers through the line and sends chills racing up her spine. Then he sucks air through his teeth and she wonders what his hand is doing. “Do you like feet?” She switc

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