All Chapters of Ruthless Obsession: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"Marry me, Maris," Eamon Whitlock growled, his deep voice scraping across the quiet air of the Pinewolf Retreat Cabin. He had not planned to make such a sudden proposal, but the raw, worshipful way she looked up at him—as if nothing else in the entire Silverpine territory existed beyond their bond—made the words burst from his throat before he could stop them. He clenched his jaw, praying his blunt Alpha nature had not ruined some cherished dream she held.Maris Everleigh’s brown eyes instantly filled with shimmering tears. Sitting directly across his lap, her inner wolf surged with electric joy, and her channel clenched tightly around his heavy length. "Yes! Forever yes, my Silver Alpha!"She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate, breathless kiss. Eamon let out a dark, guttural growl of absolute triumph, rolling her onto her back against the bear furs. He anchored her hips and drove deep into her sweet heat, pounding with hard, possessive thrusts until his own release gr

"I need you to step away from him right now, Whitcombe," Alpha Ambrose Fenleigh said, his deep voice carrying over the music in the packed ballroom of Lady Isadora Pemberton’s estate.My breath hitched as I spun away from the French doors, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. Ambrose stood just ten feet away. His massive, muscular frame dominated the space, broad shoulders stretching the dark fabric of his formal suit, his intense amber eyes locked onto mine with a fierce, possessive grip that made my wolf whimper in instant submission."Alpha Fenleigh," I managed to say, forcing my voice to remain steady as I fanned myself against the rising heat in the crowded room. "I was merely taking the evening air.""You look flushed, Rosalind," Ambrose murmured, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. His dark gaze dropped to my lips, making my skin prickle with sudden, electric heat. "And you look like a male who is desperately trying to escape something

"I need you to step down right now, Elder Whitcombe!" I growled, my voice echoing through the heavy silence of the library as my wolf clawed at my chest in pure, unadulterated fury.My hands clenched into tight fists at my sides, my sharp claws poking against the skin of my palms. After the terrifying ambush on Silverrun Bridge, where Lucien Beaumont's rogue snipers had peppered our armored convoy with automatic fire, my entire body was running on pure adrenaline. My heart hammered like a trapped beast against my ribs. I turned to my father, my voice shaking with deep, agonizing betrayal."You didn't just try to force me into a Mate Bond Agreement with Edmund Blackmere," I choked out, staring down Pack Elder Bartholomew Whitcombe where he sat behind his polished desk. "You sold my bloodline. You traded my freedom to cover your pathetic gambling debts at The Alpha's Club!"Bartholomew didn't even look up from his papers. His expression remained cold, unbothered, and completely detached

"One hundred crates of pure Rickky brandy, several heavy iron chests of silver coin, and fifty barrels of rare spices," Magnus Fleetwood said, his ice-blue eyes gleaming like frosted steel in the low light of the oil lantern.We were sitting in the cramped, iron-lined mess cabin of The Silver Current, docked at the far edge of Greyhaven Port. Magnus stood up, opening the wooden hatch to glance out over the rain-slicked dock before dropping back into his seat with a dark, satisfied grin."Did you secure the clove pouch?" I asked, my voice a low, gravelly baritone that made the wooden table vibrate. It was the only part of the seized pack goods I ever kept for myself. My pack members swore it numbed wound pain, but I preferred the fresh, sharp scent on my skin.Magnus reached inside his heavy leather coat, producing a small velvet pouch and tossing it onto the table. "Aye, Alpha. Safe and sound.""Thank you." I pocketed the pouch inside my tactical vest. "A

"I can hardly help how I look, Father," I said, gazing at him with feigned innocence.His thick brows drew together in a harsh line. "You know very well that is not what I mean, Rosalind. You are up to something.""How can I be up to something?" I replied smoothly, keeping my tone light so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. "We have not even stepped foot inside the Moonshore Pack Pavilion yet."Bartholomew grunted, far from fooled by my defensive front. "Is it asking too much that you behave with proper decorum while we are here?""Of course it isn't," I answered, keeping my face completely blank.It wouldn't be asking too much if I had any intention of allowing Edmund Blackmere to brand me as his submissive mate, carry his heirs, and absorb the Whitcombe Pack into his corrupt bloodline. But that was never going to happen. I would burn Thornmere Territory to the ground before I knelt at the altar in the Moon Bond Chapel tomorrow night.An ho