All Chapters of Ruthless Obsession: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MARIS EVERLEIGH POV"He is still going on about how your voice sounds across the communication crystal," Coralie Vane says, setting a tray of warm moon-berry tea on the oak desk inside the Young Wolf Learning Hall. "Eamon Whitlock has not smiled like that since his Fallen Moon Consort passed into the ancestral stars."Maris Everleigh drops her ledger pen, her cheeks burning with sudden, furious heat as she remembers the dirty talk echoing through her mind-link late last night. "He was simply expressing his gratitude for my patience with Pippa during her apprentice hours.""Gratitude does not make a Lone Pack Father stare at his hands like he is still holding your hips," Coralie counters, leaning over the desk with a sharp, mischievous glint in her golden wolf eyes. "You have him wrapped around your little finger, Maris. He looked completely intoxicated when he dropped Pippa off at the Pack Gate Gathering Lane this morning.""We are simply two consenting adults discussing pack matters,

Maris Everleigh POV“I figured since you cooked such a fine meal that I could at least provide you with an appetizer.”Eamon’s mouth claimed hers again, rough and hungry, while his hands kneaded her sides and dragged her flush against the hard line of his cock. Maris’s breath caught as the thick ridge ground into her belly. She glanced down between them even though she could barely see past his bulk.“I can’t wait for dessert. Would you like to help me set the table?”He stepped back, scooped up the plates and flatware, and carried them to the cleared space where her pack-cub papers usually lived. A vase of moonflowers she’d pinched from the cottage yard sat in the middle. They sat. He insisted on serving her. Between bites they talked favorite dishes, how she’d learned to cook under her aunt’s roof, trading looks that made her wolf stretch restless under her skin.Eamon took his last bite, dropped the fork, and shoved his chair back. “That was delicious. Thank you. No one has cooked

Maris Everleigh POV "He touched you through the mind-link again, didn't he?" Ismay Calder set her wooden tray down on the heavy oak table inside the Silverpine Pack Market, the scent of spiced venison rising between them.Maris Everleigh kept her hands folded over the thick canvas of her satchel, the silver threads of her Mooncub Academy appointment crest digging into her palm. "We spoke for two hours after the midnight patrol cleared. The Silver Alpha does not waste words, Ismay. His wolf was calm.""A calm wolf is just a predator waiting for the wind to shift," Ismay said, leaning across the bench. Her golden eyes flickered with genuine concern. "You were a virgin when he marked your collarbone with his scent, Maris. You gave the leader of the Whitlock Bloodline what no female in this territory has touched since his Fallen Moon Consort died. Do not pretend this is just a casual pact.""It was mutual," Maris said, though her heart hammered against her ribs, her own internal wolf let

"I am sorry about what happened at the carriage grounds," Eamon Whitlock said, taking the parcel wrapped in newsprint and placing it on the timber hall table beside the other young moon gifts."It is not as if we share a true pack bond," Maris Everleigh replied, keeping her voice tight while trying to hide the trembling in her lips. "I came only to celebrate Pippa's apprentice rank.""You know better, Maris," Eamon growled, his golden eyes flashing with raw alpha heat. "And despite what you saw outside the Silverfang Guest House, so do I. I care about you.""You said nothing when you held the carriage door for her," she whispered, her chest heaving with bitter pain. "That silence showed me exactly how much I matter to you.""Coralie Vane is my primary Pack Patron," Eamon said, taking a step closer until his massive shadow completely covered her. "If she thinks another female is claiming my attention, she could pull my contract work. I cannot afford that. Not until Pippa’s bloodline du

Eamon Whitlock pulled his truck into the gravel grounds of Ashcombe Pack Tower, his jaw set in a hard, grim line. He had spent more energy searching for legitimate Pack Contract Work than he ever had on border patrols, and his patience was running dangerously thin. If he failed to secure a formal position today, his financial standing within the Silverpine Residential Quarter would implode—especially after his latest encounter with an unstable patron.Coralie Vane’s screening process for prospective patrons had grown increasingly sloppy. She assumed every wolf within her high-ranking social circles was harmless.His communication crystal chimed against the dashboard for the fifth time in twenty minutes. Eamon reached over, intending to silence the glowing stone before stepping into his interview.The messaging frequency belonged to a visiting female wolf from his previous week's assignment. She had somehow acquired his direct mind-link signal and had been pinging his stone every hour.